Ric's Story

My name is "Ric," I'm a 6 foot-tall 225 pound Mexican-American. I was
giving college a second chance in 1991 and had resumed working in our
college's sports information office which was staffed by a director, an
assistant and about six of us students.

One day we received a gymnastics press release from a larger university
about three hours away in the same state. We were forever receiving
releases from school's we either didn't compete against, or releases
from sports we didn't even have. Not only did we not have a gymnastics
program, but this school was one division higher than us. It really
irked me to have all this irrelevant shit cross my desk, but this
particular headline caught my eye:

"NCAA Suspends XYZ State Gymnast for Altercation."

I passed the release around the office. The release was vague since
schools don't really like to give themselves bad press. But what really
piqued my curiosity was the gymnast was female.

"What the hell could a chick gymnast do to get suspended?" said Frank,
the office clown. "Did they catch her eating more than once a week?"

"Hey, Ric, does your buddy still work at XYZ State's SID?" Michelle
asked me.

I told her he did. My buddy Sam and I went to high school together. XYZ
State is only 30 minutes away from where we grew up, but I chose to
attend ABC University because they had a better journalism department.
We all wanted to know more about the release so I called Sam and nearly
died laughing when he explained it:

"Man, you're not going to believe this!" Sam began. "I was covering a
gymnastics meet and this hot little bitch had just finished a vault.
This girl's fuckin' hot and she has a kick ass body, but she's a little
fuckin' cunt. She came to the office and went off on me one day because
she claims I screwed up her bio (biography) for the media guide. Some
of her own teammates don't even like her. Anyway, she nails her vault
and gets perfect 10s from all but one judge. I don't know if this judge
hates our school or what, but she gave our team shitty scores during
the whole meet. So this little chick stomps over to the judges' table
and gets in her face. She's bitching about how she's been screwing the
whole team all meet long and then - you're not going to believe this -
WHACK! SHE SLAPS THE JUDGE ACROSS THE FACE! Man, this girl claims she's
5'1, but there's no way she's even 5 foot and she smacks this judge who
towers over her. For a little chick, she's got a lot of balls. She can
have a pretty bad temper and she's been disciplined for running her
mouth before, but this time she's gone way overboard. The NCAA (college
athletics' governing body) suspended her for the rest of the year. The
coach and athletic director are so pissed they're thinking about
yanking her scholarship. It's too bad because she's one of the team's
best and she's been an All-American."

I explained this to everyone and we all had a good laugh.

* * * * * * * *

In 1994, at the age of 27, I had soured on the sportswriting world and
was contemplating a career change. I was writing for a large
metropolitan newspaper near my hometown when I once again returned to
college. Although I had a degree in journalism, I decided to complete
my half finished English degree and eventually teach literature
somewhere at some level. This time, I enrolled at XYZ State University
since it was close to where I was living. I attended the school's West
campus which is geared toward older students like myself.

I was making my way to a summer course in literature when I saw a
GODDESS. I'd dated a variety of women before - short, tall, full
figured, svelte, Mexican, Asian, Anglo, Indian - and of course I
thought they were all physically attractive, but not like this one. She
was amazing. She was very petite. I'm not a good judge of height or
weight but she appeared to be around 5 feet tall and couldn't have
weighed more than 100 pounds. She had prominent cheek bones; a pair of
the fullest, most succulent, pink lips I've ever seen and a gorgeous
pair of big, bright, blue eyes. Her blonde hair, which almost looked
white, was worn in a braid which went down to the middle of her back.
She was wearing shorts, a rather snug blouse and sandals. Although
petite, she had rather long muscular legs and thick but firm thighs.
I'd always been a tit man, but when I saw her ass, I became an ass man.
She had a tasty looking bubble butt. Actually, it was a rather big butt
for such a small woman, but it looked awesome! Her tits were conical
(banana titties if you will) and tiny, but stood up high and were
nicely proportioned to her body. Her awesome little package was wrapped
up tightly in unblemished, milky white skin. All dirty thoughts aside,
she looked like heaven. When she came closer however, I was immediately
sickened. When I got a close up look at her face I guessed her age to
be around 15! I figured she was one of the high school kids who
sometime take classes on our campus during the summer. I scolded myself
for being a pervert and headed off to class.

The class was packed so I chose the first available seat. I sat down,
pulled out my books, looked to my left - and almost fainted! THERE SHE
WAS, SITTING NEXT TO ME! I then realized she had to be much older than
she looked because we were in a senior level literature class. I
quickly looked straight ahead and then buried my face in my hands. I'm
going to fail this class, I thought to myself. How can I concentrate
sitting next to this Scandinavian goddess?

The five-week course went by without me even so much as saying "hi" to
Abigail Van Doren, the Scandinavian goddess. I've always been an
outgoing person who loves literature, so I participated frequently in
class discussions and exchanged in conversation with my classmates, but
I was so intimidated by Abigail's beauty, I couldn't find the words to
speak to her. She did strike me as odd though. I rarely if ever, saw
her talking to anyone and she never participated in class discussions.
The class was four hours long and we took breaks during the class, but
even then she stood by herself, facing away from the little groups
comprised by our classmates. I just thought she was shy and I wanted to
talk to her, but she made me so nervous I even moved to the other side
of the classroom.

* * * * * * * * * *

When I attended ABC University, I dated this girl named "Kelly." she
not only was the best sex I'd ever had (to that date), but even after
we broke up, we became best friends. And even after we broke up, as
long as we weren't dating anyone else, we fucked like dogs in heat.
Kelly is pretty freaky and we did shit I had only read about. Kelly is
bisexual and we frequently got into threesomes with either one of her
girlfriends, or someone she or I picked up at a nightclub. She also had
other friends who were lesbians and while they wouldn't let me join in,
they always let me watch. I swear, I don't know which was better. She
loves to be tied up, spanked, butt fucked (always my favorite), sex in
the woods, in public places at night... you name it and chances are
Kelly is into it. She's 5'5 and weighs about 110 pounds. She's on the
skinny side with long slender legs, a nice tight ass, little cupcake
titties, tanned skin, beautiful light brown eyes, a pretty face and
short, light brown hair she usually dyes blonde.

Aside from the sex, Kelly and I share a loving bond that only best
friends can share. We would do anything for each other and we're
constantly looking out for one another. Kelly, a computer programmer,
graduated from ABC University and was now working on her master's at
XYZ State.

One warm fall night Kelly and I had just finished dinner at her house.
We were cuddled together on her chaise lounge making small talk when I
told her about Abigail.

"I don't know what it is about her, Kel," I tried to explain. "I rarely
see her talk to anyone; she never smiles; there's just something about
her. She's kind of mysterious. She's probably just shy or something."

"Or maybe she's just a bitch who thinks she's too good to talk to
anyone," Kelly offered.

"Oh, come on, Kel, you don't even know her. How can you say that about
her?" I asked.

"Well, you don't know her either, so don't get so excited." warned
Kelly.

"Kel, it's not like you to be jealous," I teased.

"Jealous! I'm not jealous." she said. "I'm just looking out for my
buddy. Remember what happened last time?"

"Oh, geez. Don't remind me of that bitch," I said with a sneer, as I
remembered my ex-fiancee who had broken my heart.

"Besides," Kelly said with her wicked "I wanna fuck" grin. "How can I
be jealous when I know there's noooobody better than me?"

With that question, Kelly began sliding a barefoot up my leg until it
rested on my crotch. My cock began throbbing because I knew what was
coming - or rather WHO would be cumming. Kelly began gently massaging
my balls with her toes and I could feel my cock twitching in response.

"Mmmmm, shit, Kel," I sighed. "Don't make me wait. Not right now."

Neither of us were in an affectionate mood. To hell with nuzzling or
caressing, we were both pretty horny. We didn't even bother undressing
each other. I yanked down my shorts and underwear at the same time and
before I could take off my shirt, Kelly began attacking my cock. I was
only semi-hard so she took me in one swallow. When she pushed me back
on the lounger, I thought I was in for one of her expert cock sucking
sessions, so I sprang to my full six and a quarter inches in her mouth
(What? Did you expect me to say "my NINE or 10 inches?" REMEMBER, this
is a TRUE story.)

"Ooooh, fuck, Kel. Suck my cock, sweetie," I whispered.

"Oh, No you don't!" she said as she smiled mischievously. "We need to
hurry up and get this one over with because you know what I want. What
I NEED."

Indeed I did. I'm good for at least two ejaculations per sexual session
and I can last a long time after I recover from shooting my first load.
Kelly wanted me to hurry up and shoot my first load so I could harden
again and fuck her ass. Kelly loves buttfucking as much as I do and
just the thought of splitting that sweet little ass in two brought me
to the brink of blowing my wad. She furiously bobbed her head up and
down on my cock as she tightened her lips and swirled her tongue around
the head.

"Awww, damn, come on baby! Jerk it! Suck my fuckin' balls!" I pleaded,
as she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. I could feel her tugging
and nibbling on it. I looked down and saw the blur of her hand as she
jerked up and down at a torrid pace.

"Come on, sweetie!" she encouraged as she tightened her grip on my
prick. "Shoot your hot load in my mouth so you can fuck me up the ass!
Ohhh, fuck! You know how bad I need you in my ass!"

The promising of fucking her ass was all the coaxing my balls needed. I
felt my cock twitching and my instincts took over. Kelly always likes
it a little rough so I tangled my fingers in her hair and shoved her
head down on my aching prick as I crudely fucked her mouth.

"Mmmph, mmphh," was all Kelly could manage to say as my cock entered
her throat.

"Oohhh! Fuck, Kel! I'm going to... Aaawww... Fuuuuuuuuck... Uh.. Uh...
Uh!" I yelled while my hips bucked and I shot my load in her mouth.

When I opened my eyes I saw Kelly starring at me with a lusty look as
she lewdly swirled her tongue around to recapture the cum that was
escaping out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

"Mmmmm, damn that was good." I mumbled weakly. "You spilled some."

Kelly looked down at her mini tank top and saw a wet spot on the red
material.

"Uh, oh! I wasn't supposed to get dirty! Oh! I hope I'm not going to be
punished for this!" she said with a sly grin.

I knew exactly what she wanted. I let out a long sigh and rolled my
eyes in mock disgust.

"I've warned you time after time not to dirty your clothes and I think
I've given you more than enough chances," I said authoritatively. "I'm
afraid I'm going to have to warm your bottom."

"I understand. You've given me more than enough chances," she said as
she peeled off her tank top.

She describes her tits as "little cupcake titties." They're a tad bit
more than a mouthful and very firm, but just soft enough to jiggle when
she walks. She claims to have never worn or ever needed to wear, a bra.
As is usually the case with small breasted woman, she has very
prominent nipples. Actually, she has the biggest "gum drop" (her term)
nipples I've ever seen. Although skinny, she has one hell of a body.
She closed her eyes and moaned as she pulled at her nipples. Just
watching her began to recharge my battery.

Kelly knelt down on the lounge in the doggie style position and I moved
behind her. I reached around her waist, unbuttoned her cutoff shorts
and slid them down her hips. I bent a little closer to her ass as she
lifted her knees, allowing me to remove her shorts entirely. She wasn't
wearing any panties, which for Kelly is not unusual.

As she spread her thighs, the light reflecting on her showed how wet
she was.

"Naughty, naughty," I chided. "Not only do you wear tiny shorts that
show off your ass, but you're not even wearing panties. You dirty
girl."

I ran my hands all over her small, but shapely ass cheeks and she
moaned and rotated her hips in anticipation. I wet my index finger and
rubbed it around her pretty little asshole. Her cheeks quivered when I
ran my finger up and down the crack of her ass. I started to squeeze
and pinch her cheeks roughly with both hands.

"Oh, yeah, sweetie," she moaned from deep within her throat. "Oh, god,
you now what I need. Please give it to me, baby. I'm such a naughty
girl."

I pulled my right hand back and smacked her hard on both her ass
cheeks.

"Oooooohhhh! Yeah, baby! Ooooooooo... do it again!" Kelly pleaded as I
began smacking her ass repeatedly. "Oooohhh! Fuck yeah! Spank my ass,
baby! Oh, that feels so fuckin' good!"

Kelly's the only person I'd ever known that loved being spanked. I
didn't really get off on spanking her, I actually felt kind of weird to
be doing it, but I did love seeing the look of ecstasy it always
caused. To see her lose control drove me absolutely wild therefore, I
was always more than happy to oblige her.

"Oh, yeah! C'mon, baby, harder... unh!... unh! More... more... unh! Oh,
fuck yesssss!" Kelly yelled for more. My right hand went numb, so I
began spanking her with my left. She was rubbing furiously on her clit
and I knew she was about to cum.

"C'mon, you fucker! Keep smacking my ass! Unh!... unh!... oh, fuck
yeah! I'm gonna cum. AAAAAWWWWW, FUCK I'M CUMMINGGGGG... AAAHHHH!
UH!... UH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kelly screamed as her hips
began bucking wildly during her orgasm. Her eyes were clenched tightly
and the contorted look on her face as she came, coupled with her
slender side rubbing against my cock, had me rock hard again. I love
dirty talk during sex and what especially turns me on is how loud Kelly
gets.

I laid down on the lounger beside her panting body. Her eyes were still
closed and she hadn't moved. Her knees were doubled under her stomach,
her face was buried in the lounge's cushion and her ass was still
sticking up in the air.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I cooed to her quietly.

She couldn't answer. She just nodded her head and whimpered while she
tried to catch her breath.

"Damn, woman. You're nuts. Look how read your ass is," I said as I
surveyed her beet-red cheeks.

"It's burning, too," she said.

Although her ass was red, it still look awfully good. When I got up to
get a closer look, my dick bobbed up and down like a diving board. It
was so hard it was actually painful. Kelly still hadn't moved and I got
behind her to get a closer look at her ass. Her body jerked and she
said "Owee" when I leaned my cheek to her ass. I could feel the heat
against my cheek.

"Oh, poor baby. Let me kiss it and make it all better," I said.

I began spreading soft little kisses all over her butt cheeks. When I
got to her crack, I spread her cheeks and put a soft kiss on her
puckered little, brown, asshole. She moaned softly as I ran my tongue
up and down the crack of her ass. I gently nibbled the inside of her
ass cheeks before returning to tongue her asshole. I worked my tongue
in small circles around the opening and Kelly began gyrating her hips
slowly and moaning quietly. (I enjoy eating a woman's ass almost as
much as eating pussy. It really has no taste or smell, but I guess it's
just the pure nastiness of the act that excites me.) I spread her a
little wider and when her asshole opened, I stuck the tip of my tongue
as far as it would go and liked her anal wall. Now we were both moaning
as I dumped gobs of saliva into her little opening. I was slobbering
like Pavlov's dog and I felt her muscles relax as she knew what was
next. I stuck my finger inside slowly, but when she realized what I was
doing, she pushed her ass back at me, burying my finger far as it would
go.

"Oooooohhhhh, yeeeaaaaahhh," she sighed. "Mmmmmmm... you don't have to
bother loosening me up, I'm ready."

That was sweet music to my ears. I rubbed my cock all over her wet cunt
and then spit in my hand for extra lubrication. I'm glad I had gotten
my first come over with, that would allow me to give Kelly an extra
long ass fucking. Kelly compares my cockhead to the size of a regular-
sized plum, so it usually takes almost a minute for me to work it in a
woman's ass. This time though, I was too overzealous and went too far
on the first thrust.

"Yyyyeeeooowwww!" Kelly screamed. "EASY! I swear sometimes you forget
how fat that fuckin' thing is."

"Sorry, Kel, I'll ease up," I said.

While my cock is a decent length, it's extremely thick and sometimes it
takes some women more than a couple of minutes to adjust, but this time
I was just raring to go and forgot myself. I could feel Kelly's ass
relax a little, so I slowly gave her another inch and another and kept
going until my aching cock was buried up to my balls in her ass. We
stayed still for a minute or so, both of us moaning in anticipation.

"Okay... I'm ready," Kelly said.

I pulled out about an inch or two and gently slid back into her. I
repeated this process until I was finally able to pull nearly the
entire length out and slowly slide back in.

"Ooooohhhhh, yessssssss... mmmmmm... oh your fat cock feels soooooo
fuckin' good in my assssss," Kelly moaned.

"Ooohhh, damn, I just looooove fucking your ass," I said as I slowly
pumped in and out of her tight little ass. "Who fucks your ass better
than me?"

"Mmmmmm, nooooboody, baby," Kelly replied. I know the answer to the
question, it just pumps up my ego to hear it ( hey, I'm human.) In
fact, Kelly no longer takes it up the ass from anything except dildoes
and my cock.

I couldn't hold back any longer, I quickened the pace just a little and
we both moaned our approval. When I saw Kelly reach for her clit, I
knew she would soon be in lala land, so I started pumping faster and a
little harder.

"Ooooooooooo, yeah,... that's it... pump my ass," Kelly said as we both
began to lose control. "Ooooohhhhh... fuck! Ream my asshole! Fuck my
tight asshole!

Kelly knows dirty words are music to my ears. At her request I reached
down and pulled her hair, knowing what was next, I reached around and
began pinching and twisting her nipples rather roughly, first one then
the other.

"Ooooohhhhhh! Yesssss! Ooohh fuck my ass you fat cocked son of a
bitch!" she ordered as she slammed her ass back to meet my thrusts.

"You want it?! Here! Take it up your ass, you fuckin' whore!" I hissed
between clenched teeth. We were so into it, I knew I couldn't last as
long as usual.

When Kelly began making animal noises from deep within her throat and I
knew she was about to come. Her orgasm was more intense than the first
one and she made unintelligible sounds as her hips spasmed violently
against my cock. I used both hands to twist her nipples as she smashed
back against me. The scene of her thrashing around and the sensation of
her tight ass clamping down on my cock was too much for me to handle.

"AAAAAWWWWW... FUCK I'M GONNA... UNH!... UNH!... UNH!" I didn't get to
finish my sentence before I spurted my load up her hot ass. I let out a
loud groan as it felt like the head of my cock had exploded.

Our sweaty bodies were heaving against each other as we laid together.
I was still on top of her with my limp noodle still in her ass. I
finally rolled off her and we laid side by side, recovering from our
intense sex when I heard a noise come from behind her tall wooden
fence.

"What was that?" I asked too tired to move or even care.

"Hmmm. I think Wendy just came," she said nonchalantly.

"Who the hell is that?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"She's my new neighbor. I formally welcomed her to the neighborhood
yesterday," Kelly explained with a smile of accomplishment. "I invited
her to sample the hottest stud I've ever known - uh, that would be YOU,
but she's a little shy and said she just wanted to watch."

"Damn, Kel, you're a freak," I joked.

"Am I now?" she asked. "Then what the hell does that make YOU?"

"An innocent victim of a freak?" I asked jokingly.

"Oh, yes, you poor baby," Kelly said. "You're not innocent, but you do
tend to get involved with the wrong women. Just do me a favor and try
and get to know more about this one before you get too crazy."

I usually don't fall for a woman I've never talked to at length, but my
previous relationship was an exception and that proved to be
disastrous. Kelly and I showered and before I left I assured her I
would be careful. Hmmm. Famous last words.

I became acquainted with Abigail only after trying several unsuccessful
attempts carry on a conversation with her. She was a hard person to
figure out. Sometimes she wouldn't give me the time of day and other
times when it seemed like she was getting ready to warm up to me, she
would shut herself off. That only made me even more curious as to what
made her tick. A few things she did tell me were that she came from
California where her family still lived; she had attended XYZ
University as an undergrad on a gymnastics scholarship; and at the age
of 23 was now teaching humanities at an elite prep school. She was back
at XYZ State to expand her literature background to aid in her
teaching.

One day we were discussing a work of literature and her ability of
analysis was incredible. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous, but she
was intelligent as well. I had never met a woman that not only shared
my passion for literature, but could discuss it with me as well. In my
first go round at college, I was in my late teens and early twenties
and I thought a hot body was a woman's only requirement. Now at the age
of 27, confidence and intelligence did it for me. They are the two
things that make a woman for me. I would have sold my soul for a date
with this woman.

Unfortunately, I sold my pride instead. This woman had me following her
around like a puppy dog. She stood me up for a movie, two library study
sessions and a dinner at a nice restaurant without any advanced notice.
Whenever I would see her in class, she would give me a weak excuse with
a phony smile.

I finally wised up (with Kelly's help) and realized she was playing
with my head. I would still exchange greetings with her, but would
never initiate a conversation. I guess she missed the attention I had
paid her, so she began initiating the conversations. Just when I would
start warming up to her, she would shut me off again. And always with a
"Ha! I got over on you" grin and a look of contempt in her eyes. I
finally decided I'd been too stupid for too long and I didn't want
anymore to do with her.

One night an old fraternity brother of mine from ABC University was
having an engagement party.

I was shocked to see Abigail there. And even more shocked when I saw
what she was wearing: a tight, black, backless dress that ended near
the bottom of her thick thighs. The tight dress hugged and highlighted
her bubble butt even more than usual. She had on black stockings with
black pumps and to top it off, she had her hair up which accentuated
her gorgeous face and her dreamy blue eyes.

I avoided her most of the night, but whenever I looked out of the
corner of my eye, I could see her staring at me. It's not as if she was
longing for company, she was talking to two of her friends most of the
night and she had at least a half dozen poor suckers drooling over her.
Geez, I thought to myself, if they only knew what a bitch she was.

I knew I was out of luck though, I had to take a whiz and the only
guest bathroom was in the hall. I would have to walk within inches from
her because she was standing near the hallway entrance.

I gulped the rest of my drink and bit my lower lip as I walked to the
bathroom. I was almost to safety when she blocked my entrance. I
thought she looked good from afar, but when I saw her up close, I
thought I was going to pass out.

"Why, hello there, Ric," she said with a mocking smile.

Oh, shit, I thought to myself.


Part II

"Getting Even With the Bitch... (Sort of)"

by

Ric

(hetero sex, oral sex)


* * * * * * * * * *

"Ric, we've been here for an hour already and you haven't even been by
to talk to me," Abigail said with her beautiful, full pink lips turned
down into a pout. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were avoiding
me."

"Oh, no," I said trying to keep my cool. "I just have a lot on my mind
right now and I didn't notice you."

"But my goodness, don't you just look absolutely handsome tonight! I
love your shirt. Is it silk?" Abby said with a mischievous grin and an
equally mischievous look in her eye as she ran her hand across my
chest, feeling my shirt's material.

We made small talk and she was being extra friendly to me. I was
smitten by her all over again. I excused myself to go to the bathroom
and upon returning, she asked me to dance.

We danced a couple of slow dances and she slowly teased me every now
and then by brushing her hard, flat tummy across my crotch. Just when I
felt my dick squirm, as I'm sure she did, she thanked me for the
dances, kissed me on the cheek and walked away.

I was a little confused at her abrupt departure, but thought she would
eventually return.

I walked over to get another drink and speak to the groom-to-be.

"Still love those challenges, eh, partner?" Dean asked.

Dean and I were fraternity brothers from our days at ABC University. I
think I'm the horniest person on the face of this earth and in those
days, if I wasn't dating anyone, I was constantly on the prowl. I
wouldn't necessarily try to bed the hottest girl around, only the most
challenging. Although I have a tad bit of arrogance inside me, I rarely
let it show, but I have been told on more than one occasion that I am
"very handsome" and have never had trouble getting a date. Anyhow, Dean
and I had kept in touch and now he was a hotshot in an big accounting
firm.

"What are you talkin' about, Deano?" I asked.

"Don't play stupid with me, man. Don't tell me you aren't trying to get
into Abigail's panties," he laughed.

"Ah, Deano, believe it or not I'm not constantly chasing pussy anymore.
I'm just intrigued by her somehow," I said. "Why, do you know her?"

"She's Tracy's (his fiancee) friend," he answered. "Let's just say if
you pull this one off, you ARE the man."

"Wait a minute. What's her story?" I begged.

Just then my pager buzzed. I had just come from covering a football
game and the sports desk at my newspaper probably had some questions.
Dean pointed me to his study and I went to use the phone. As I was on
the phone, I heard the door shut behind me. I turned around and there
was Abigail. I was sitting at Dean's desk and she walked over and sat
on the desk. As I turned to the side to look at her, she crossed her
legs, causing the hem of her already short dress to ride up around mid-
thigh. I've never been turned on by stockings. I've always preferred
the natural beauty of bare legs. BUT... when her dress rode up her
thighs, the tops of her stockings were exposed and they revealed the
straps of a garter belt. Once again, I freaked. I don't even remember
the rest of the phone conversation. After I hung up, I looked into her
eyes and knew I was dead.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation," Abigail said in a low
bedroom voice. "It's just kind of noisy out there so I came in here to
relax a little."

She was leaning back on the palms of her hands with her back arched.
Her pose jutted out her small, pointy breasts at me.

I had never been intimidated by a woman before, but this was no regular
woman. She had a power over me that made me shake in my shoes. I
regained my senses long enough to realize that I should leave before I
lost total control. I got up and when I was about to pass by her, she
stuck out a shapely leg to block my path. I stood there dumbfounded
until she grabbed my tie and gave it a gentle tug, pulling my head down
and toward hers. It was as if I was in a trance when our lips met for
the first time. I was tasting the softest most succulent lips I had
ever tasted. We had been kissing for a few seconds when she slipped her
warm, moist tongue between my lips and into my mouth, searching for my
mine. Our kisses became harder and more passionate as she wrapped her
strong legs around my waist, crushing our bodies together. I could feel
her firm, little titties poking my chest.

I broke our lip lock and began kissing down her chin to her throat and
around to the back of her neck. I could feel her hot breath panting on
my neck as I caressed her bare back. Her womanly scent was having an
aphrodesiac effect on me and I began caressing her thighs. Only the
little bump of material told me where her silky stockings ended and her
equally silky skin began. Although her dress was strapless and
backless, she did have half sleeves that were holding it up. I tugged
at the sleeves and felt the heat from her skin as I softly nibbled her
shoulders. I knew this would drive her crazy.

"Oooohh, Gaaaaawwd," she moaned breathlessly as she slowly ground her
pubic bone against the now-swollen bulge in my pants.

My cock ached and I pushed my crotch away from the death grip her legs
had on me to free it in preparation for the hot sex to come. I was
still fumbling for my zipper when she took her hands that were around
my neck and shoved my chest.

"Oh, my God! What do you think you're doing?!" she said with wide eyes.

"Wha-... wha-... what do you mean?" I stuttered, bewildered by the
astonished look in her eyes.

"We... we... we can't do THAT!" she said. "I'm... uh... not ready," she
said as she pulled the sleeves back over her shoulders and pulled down
the hem of her dress. "But I'll be back, wait for me right here."

I nodded my "okay" like an obedient dog as she walked out and closed
the door. Stupid me, I thought she was going to put in her diaphragm or
something.

Around 10 minutes later I heard the door open. I turned around and must
have had a ridiculous look on my face when I realized it was Dean.

"Damn, have you been on the phone all this time?" he asked.

I told him I thought he was Abigail. He then guessed what had been
going on.

"Well, right now she's outside hanging out with her friends," he said.
"Damn, dude. You just got played for a sucker."

I stood their red-faced as he explained how she had the reputation of
being a tease. I was so humiliated I didn't hear the rest of his
explanation. I bade him and his fiancee a good night and was headed to
my car when Abigail came up behind me.

"Are you leaving so soon?" she asked innocently, but with a teasing
expression in her eyes. I was about to explode in anger and she grinned
as if she had won her little game.

"Yes, I'm VERY tired and it's time for me to go home," I said with a
smile.

"Alooone?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes, dearie, ALONE." I answered, still smiling.

She asked me, with a mocking smile, if we could go dancing next
weekend. I was stunned at the gall of this little bitch, but I remained
calm and told her I was busy.

"Rickyyyyy, are you still mad because I stood you up?" she asked as she
drew near me. "I told you things happened that were beyond my control.
Or..."

"Or what?" I asked intrigued at the statement.

"Or... maybe I was just testing you," she said with a teasing smile.

"Testing me?" I asked. "You mean you were just TESTING me? Standing me
up, that little deal in the house just now... that was all just a
TEST?"

"Mayyybeee," she answered with a naughty smile.

"Ooohhh! What a relief! I replied. I widened my eyes with anticipation
and asked: "And did I pass?"

"Mayyybeee," she answered, with a girlish giggle.

Being a full foot taller than her, I leaned over and nuzzled my nose
down the length of her's and looked lovingly into her eyes.

"I'm soooo glad," I said in my most soothing voice. "My, my, my,
sweetie. You give yourself entirely toooooooo much credit."

With those words the loving look in her eyes turned into one of wild
astonishment. Her jaw had dropped so wide open you could have driven a
truck into it. What really set her off was my smug grin of
accomplishment.

YYYYOOOOOUUUUUU... YYYYOOOOOUUUUU... BASTARD!" she screamed. She then
threw her drink in my face and slapped me hard across my cheek. For a
small woman, she sure packed a wallop. I just threw my head back and
laughed heartily.

She was still yelling when I shut my car door, which she kicked twice
as I drove away. Damn, I thought, this little bitch is wild. I felt
like the King of the World as I drove off. I was so ecstatic at having
gotten over on her and having made her lose her cool that I didn't even
notice my face was sticky or my shirt was stained with her drink. A
service station attendant pointed it out when I stopped to get gas
about a mile away from Dean's house.

"Wow, looks like you've had a hell of a night," he said.

"How's that?" I asked.

"You're a mess," he said as he pointed to my shirt. He then pointed to
my cheek. "And uh... you have that."

I checked my face in the mirror and saw the remnants of a small hand
print. I laughed and then a few seconds later a car came to a
screeching halt in the service station.

"Could this be her?" the attendant asked.

I turned around and saw Abigail jump out of a silver Mercedes.

"You son of a bitch! Don't you ever turn your back on me!" she
screamed.

She came to finish the tirade she had started outside of Dean's house.
I tried the best I could to ignore her and when she finished she said
something about staying away from her or never talking to her again.
I'm not really sure what it was because I tried to tune her out.

After she sped away the attendant commented on what a bad temper she
had.

"Did she do that, too?" he asked as he pointed to my car door.

I looked and saw two small dents in my door that were about the size of
heel marks. HER heel marks. I had just bought my Toyota sports car two
weeks earlier and I was livid. I paid the attendant and hauled ass
after Abigail.

I only had to follow her for a couple of miles until she drove up to a
gated complex of townhouses. She lived in the more affluent eastern
part of the city. I made a comfortable living, but I instantly felt
poor just being there. I don't think she saw me and I passed through
the gates behind her. She was already parked and walking to her place
by the time I found a parking space. I knocked on the door of her place
and she gasped and jumped back as I barged in.

"What are you doing here?! Get out!" she yelled.

I told her I expected her to pay for the damage on my car. As I looked
around I realized she could sell her living room furniture and pay for
my car with enough left over for a year's worth of insurance. We argued
back and forth for awhile and she threatened to call security.

"I don't understand you. I don't expect you to feel obligated to me for
being nice to you or anything, but you could at least treat me in a
civilized manner," I said. "Why do you have to be such a little bitch?"

"I am not a bitch!" she yelled. "And don't call me little! Hah! Some
gentleman you turned out to be!"

"I'm not an asshole, but I don't ever remember telling you I was a
gentleman," I said.

"Well, that's what I heard," she said with her arms folded across her
chest. "Yes, that's right. I asked about you."

"Why would YOU ask about ME?" I asked, suddenly curious.

"None of your business," she said with a "fuck you" smile.

I walked to within inches from her and asked her to explain. She
refused to answer and I asked her why the scene in Dean's study. She
shifted uncomfortably and looked away from me. After several more
questions and prodding she blurted out:

"Because I've never kissed one of YOU before."

"One of me WHAT?" I asked. "An English major, a sportswriter or... or a
MEXICAN?"

Upon hearing" Mexican," her facial expression changed, giving here
away. Growing up in a culturally-mixed neighborhood, I never saw skin
color, so I was surprised whenever race became an issue so close to
home. Especially this time. I could see from her expression and her
fidgeting that she no longer had control of the situation. I've never
intentionally treated a woman like shit, and I actually began to feel
sorry for her, but then I remembered all the times she stood me up, the
tease she ever-so-masterfully performed and what she did to my car. I
had to control my rage and I knew I now had seized control of the
situation. It was so out of character for me, but I wanted to pay back
this woman for all the humiliation she had put me through. I leaned
over so that my face was now only an inch away from her's.

"Oooohhh, soooo you've never been with a Mexican before, eh?" I teased
her. "Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart, I'm the dirtiest man
you're ever going to meet and I'm afraid you'll die from shock if I
tell you what I'd like to do to you."

"Did you like it when I kissed you before? When I kissed and nibbled
your skin?" I asked as I nuzzled her face with mine. "Did you like
feeling my hard cock against your body?"

She didn't answer. I began nuzzling her ear lobes and her neck. She
tried to stifle a few sighs, but I could feel her responding to my
touch. I heard her breath quicken as goose bumps rose upon her tender,
alabaster flesh.

"I bet your sweet, little pussy's soaked right now. Isn't it?" I
whispered into her ear. As I looked down, I saw her squeeze her thighs
tightly together while she squirmed.

"My God, you're so disgusting!" she whimpered, not bothering to look at
me. "I want you to leave right now. Get out before I call security."

"Hmmm. Tell you what, dearie, I'll just call them for you," I said as I
picked up her phone. "What's the number?"

She repeated her threat.

"Oh, and what are you going to tell them? Are you going to tell them
that this big, bad Mexican has your pretty, little pussy soaking wet?"
I asked. She didn't respond and I pushed the phone into her hand. "Here
call them. Or better yet, look me in the eye and tell me to leave and
I'll leave."

She did neither and stood their for a minute. I took the phone out of
her and placed it on the table.

"Now, it's clear that you don't want me to leave soooo, it's time for
you to make up to me for being a little bitch," I said.

"Don't call me LITTLE," she said meekly while pouting.

"Whatever. Since I'm the first Mexican you've ever kissed I seriously
doubt you've ever had a brown cock in your mouth. Is that a correct
assumption?" I asked.

"That's disgusting! Why do you have to be so disgusting?!" she asked
sternly, still not looking at me.

"Well,... have you? Have you ever had ANYONE'S cock in your mouth?" I
teased. "What's the matter, sweetie, are you too good to suck cock?"

"YES! YES, I HAVE AND IT'S DISGUSTING, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled.

"Sweetie, look at me," I said gently holding her chin so I could look
in her eyes. "For being such a bitch to me you're going to get on your
knees, put my cock into your mouth and suck it until I come. Okay?"

I put my hands on her shoulders and she offered no resistance as I
gently guided her down to her knees. I grabbed her hand and put it on
my crotch and slowly began to rub it over my pants. I wanted to see if
she would rub my dick on her own, so I took my hand of her's. She
continued to slowly massage me through the pants. I was encouraged by
her response and told her to pull down my zipper. Upon doing that, I
told her to pull my dick out. As if in a trance, she began to fumble
with my underwear until she freed my cock. I wasn't hard yet, but I was
really getting off on the power trip.

"Okay, sweetie, now start jerking my cock," I said. She started to
stroke it up and down. Her hand was as silky and as smooth as the skin
on the rest of her body and it was such an exquisite feeling. My cock
started springing to it's full six and a quarter inches. Her hands were
so small they made my cock look a foot long and she was having trouble
holding it. "Hold it at the bottom with one hand and stroke it with the
other."

Her small hands couldn't fully encircle my cock's girth and I figured
it was time for her to start sucking, but first I wanted to see her
body.

"Stand up. I've been dying to see your body for the longest time," I
said, as she slowly rose to her feet. "Take it all off."

I walked to a sofa chair and before I sat down, I undid my pants and
pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. After a little more
coaxing she took of her heels. She slowly and hesitatingly unsnapped
her garter, peeled off one black stocking and then the other. I
couldn't believe she was obeying my every command, but I didn't dwell
on it since I was dying to see the rest of her body. She turned her
back to me, pushed her dress' sleeves of her shoulders and slid it down
to her waist. She bent over as she pushed her dress down over her thick
but shapely thighs. She was wearing black panties that didn't come
close to covering her bubble butt. Her panties showed at least half of
each beautiful, white cheek. She had a beautiful ass and it looked big
only because she was a small woman. When she was down to her panties,
she stood up and faced me with her arms folded over her breasts.

"Come and stand right here," I said pointing to a spot between my legs,
just inches from me. "I'll let you keep your panties on for now, but
move your hands and let me see you breasts."

"I... I don't want you to... to... see them," she said standing right
in front of me.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because they're... well,... they're... really small," she said looking
at the floor.

"Nonsense. Hey, look at me. Look at me," I said sternly as she lifted
her gaze to meet mine. "I want to see your breasts and I want to see
them now. Do you hear me?"

"Okay, but... please... promise me you won't laugh," she said. The
pleading look in her eyes almost had me feeling sorry for her, but I
was still a little pissed off and I was enjoying my power trip. I
promised her I wouldn't laugh and she slowly dropped her arms to her
side. I let out a little gasp when I saw her small, but beautiful
breasts. They were small and pointy. They weren't big enough to sag so
they stood straight out on her body. They were tipped by thick, pink,
rather long, nipples that were already hard. Although they weren't big,
they were perfect for her body and the sweetest pair I had seen in a
long time.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!" she cried. "You promised!"

"No, no, sweetie," I said soothingly. "I'm not laughing. I'm just
surprised because I've never seen such a beautiful pair before."

"Oh,... you're just saying that," she whined.

I assured her I wasn't lying and I was serious. As testimony, my cock
began to throb and hurt. I then remembered her task at hand and told
her to get on her knees in front of my cock. Upon my insistence, she
resumed stroking my cock.

"Okay, sweetie. It's time for you to start sucking," I said.

"Uh... is it okay if I just rub it?" she pleaded. "I don't really like
doing that other thing and I'm not very good at it. Really, I'm not."

"Don't worry, I know what I like so I'll guide you," I assured her.
"Come on. I don't have all night. Hurry up and suck my brown cock."

"Okay, okay. Gosh, you don't have to be so... so dirty," she complained

I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her toward my
throbbing dick. I told her to lick my cockhead and she tentatively
stuck out her tongue. She flicked her tongue out, but didn't make
contact so I told her to kiss it first. I lost my patience and told her
to hurry up.

She planted her beautiful, full pink lips on my glans as she kissed it.
It felt like heaven. With my encouragement, she began planting
tentative little kisses up and down the underside of my shaft. I
instructed her to lick it. Her hot, little, wet tongue then began
tentatively licking the shaft of my cock, making her way to my glans. I
told her to trace the veins on my cock and when she did, it drove me
nuts. She stopped when she noticed a drop of pre-cum seeping out of my
pisshole.

"Lick that with your tongue and then stick your tongue in that hole," I
said as she looked at me apprehensively. "Come on, let's go."

With a frightened look in her eyes, she slowly licked the drop into her
mouth. She made a face and I assured her she would get accustomed to
the taste. She then had me moaning softly as she swirled her tongue
around and in my peehole. I slowly pushed my cockhead against her lips,
forcing them open. My cock was finally in her hot, little, wet mouth
and she struggled as she began sucking slowly.

"I can't do it," she complained. "It's too big."

I told her it wasn't and I also told her I'd help her. I slowly pushed
the head back into her mouth and began slowly fucking her tight mouth.
I heard her whimpering as she strained to swallow my thick cock.
Whoever said "The worst blowjob I've ever had was pretty damn good" was
never sucked by this woman. The only thing exciting me was having this
little bitch on her knees while I fucked her mouth. To really teach her
a lesson, I was thinking of shooting my load down her throat and
leaving, but I didn't want her to get sick.

Finally, after what seemed all too long, my cock started thumping in
her mouth and I knew I was going to come.

"Ummmm, keep sucking, I'm gonna cum," I said as I felt my a that sweet
twinge of pain on my cockhead. I began fucking her mouth faster.
"Mmmmm, here I come."

"PLEASE, DON'T DO IT IN MY MOUTH!" she whimpered as she freed her mouth
off my cock.

"C'mon... keep jerking my cock... unh... both hands... lick it...
uuuuhhhhh!" I moaned as my cock spasmed.

Small hands aside, she had a strong grip and she jerked the come out of
my cock. I looked right at her as the first stream shot out on her
hands. She screamed in fright and as she pulled back. She still held my
cock and this time she inadvertently aimed it at herself. She turned
her head away as my second streak hit one of her titties. The last
couple of drops dribbled on the backs of her hands.

I sat there with a satisfied smile on my face. In all honesty, I was
glad to bust my nut and now I could leave. She stayed kneeling, looking
at her cum-covered hands. After careful coaxing, I talked her into
tasting it. She timidly took a couple of licks and made a face. Without
further goading however, she licked the remaining drops and even wiped
up the stream that was on her tit and licked it clean.

"See, I told you you'd get used to the taste," I said grinning. She
didn't say anything, she just looked down and turned a deep crimson
with embarassment. I told her to go get cleaned up and return
immediately. After a couple of minutes, she padded back in front of me,
still wearing her panties.

"It's time to take those off," I said pointing to her panties. "I don't
want to hear any bullshit, just take those damn things off."

She obeyed, but once she was totally naked, she still kept her thick
thighs tightly shut.

"Come closer," I instructed. I ran my hand all over her smooth skin,
feeling her beautiful ass, firm little titties, her back, legs,
everywhere. She did not have an ounce of fat on her. Every inch of her
body that wasn't firm, was actually HARD - too hard. No offense to
women who work hard on their bodies, but I actually prefer my women
soft and love a little well-placed flab. "My goodness, but you've got
the hardest little body I've ever seen."

:"Please, stop calling me little. I don't like that," she whispered.

"Easy, sweetheart, it's just a figure of speech," I assured her as I
ran my hand over her pubic bone and between her still-closed thighs.
"Open up. I want a taste."

She obediently parted her thighs and I ran my index finger between
them. The insides of her thighs were slippery and sticky with her
pussy's nectar. WOW, I thought, THIS LITTLE BITCH IS GETTING OFF ON
THIS! She had her light blonde pubic hair trimmed to a strip leading
down to her puffy, pink cunt lips. She moaned lightly as I traced her
slit and her eyes widened in amazement when I sucked my sticky finger
clean. WOW! WHAT A SAVORY TASTE HER CUNT HAD!

"Mmmmmm, taaaasty. And just as I thought, a natural blonde," I said.
"You have an absolutely delicious pussy. Would you like me to eat it
for you?"

She blushed again as she looked at the floor and mumbled inaudibly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," I said teasingly.

"Yes," she answered almost in a whisper.

"All right then, let's go to your bed," I said.

She turned and walked to her bedroom and as I followed behind her, I
still couldn't believe how much control I had over her. She stood by
her bed and I couldn't believe how hot she looked. We both kneeled upon
her bed and I figured I may as well give her my best performance since
I knew it would be a one-time event. I french-kissed her twice deeply
then began moving down her chin, to her throat and around her neck. I
kissed, nibbled and gently sucked her shoulders, back, legs and thighs
while she moaned and squirmed. I turned her over and did the same to
her beautiful tits. I sucked one entire small breast into my mouth and
gently nibbled and sucked on her thick, hard nipples. After doing the
same to the other, I licked and kissed my way to her belly button. Once
there, I stuck my tongue inside, licking her for about a minute until
she was writhing under me like a snake. I kissed down to her pubic area
and ran my nose in her blonde pubic hair. Her moans came more
frequently and her breath quickened as I blew my warm breath over her
swollen, wet, pussy lips. I wanted to make her beg me to eat her pussy,
but I couldn't wait to dip my tongue into her dewy, love box.

I planted a kiss on her cunt lips and she spread her legs even wider as
she moaned loudly. I couldn't wait any longer. Her aroma was
intoxicating as her heavenly scent permeated my nostrils. I began
licking the sweet, sticky moisture that lingered on her cunt and
followed it down to the crack of her ass. I felt her tightness as my
tongue slowly entered her honey pot. She had the most incredibly
tasting pussy I had ever had the pleasure of eating. I slowly sucked
her slippery, outer lips into my mouth and nibbled gently. This really
drove her wild. I tried to tease her, but I couldn't help myself and
orally assaulted her delectable cunt. I saw her hard little clit
peeking out from its hood and when I bathed it with my tongue, she came
in no time. I was enjoying her taste so much I didn't even give her
time to recover. I kept eating and she shuddered and came again after
what may have only been five minutes.

I pulled her up to her knees and french-kissed her deeply to make her
taste her own secretions. She swirled her tongue around mine and
whimpered quietly as we kissed. She broke off our kiss and kissed my
cheek as she put her arms around my neck. She was still trying to catch
her breath after her two orgasms and I could feel her hot breath
panting in my ear and then on my neck. She mashed her firm, little
titties against my lower chest and I could feel her heart beating
rapidly as she hugged me tightly. I wanted to leave right then and
there, but something other than her embrace wouldn't let me move. The
combination of her warm flesh rubbing against mine, her soft hands
resting on my neck and back and her womanly scent had my cock throbbing
and twitching against her hard, flat, tummy. I knew I had to regain my
senses.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" I asked as I looked into her
eyes. "Are you ready for me to shove my cock into your tight, little,
pussy?"

"Yes... yes, please... do it to me. Please do it to me," Was all she
could say.

I laid her down and she immediately spread her legs. She moaned and
writhed under me as I rubbed my cock around her juicy snatch until it
became fully erect.

"Relax, sweetie and it'll go in easier," I said as I struggled to get
the head of my cock inside her hot, tight hole.

"I'm trying to... unh... unh... it's too big," she moaned.

I told her to take a deep breath and when she let it out I slowly slid
half of my throbbing erection into her. I don't know which one of us
felt more pain. I know I have a thick cock, but she was tighter than a
couple of virgins I had been with. We laid still until she adjusted. I
finally entered her fully and after the brief struggle, I began pumping
slowly. Her whimpers finally turned to soft moans as she began pumping
her hips to match my thrusts. I began feeling a strange sensation as I
looked at her beautiful face. It wasn't physical, but emotional. It
troubled me, so I stopped.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "W-W-Why are we stopping?

"Uh... n-n-n-othing... just... uh, turn around," I stammered.

She turned around and got up on her hands and knees. I entered her
again, more easily this time, and we began fucking doggie-style. I had
a good view of the hottest ass I had ever seen. I hate to complain, but
it was just too hard for me. Her ass and thighs were so well toned it
was like thrusting my quadriceps into a brick wall.

"How... UNH... does it feel... UNH... , sweetie?" I teased her as I
quickened the pace. "Do you... UNH... like feeling my... UNH thick cock
in your tight.. UNH... , little pussy.

"Uuuunnnnnhhhhh... uuuuuunnnnnnnhhhh... yessssss... uuunnnnhhhhh...
oooohhhhhhh Gaaawwwd... uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhh... yessssss!" she cried as
and tightly gripped the sheets as I pumped her harder. I reached around
and began massaging her clit. After a few seconds of this, I felt her
body tense up, then begin quivering. She let out a little squeal and
followed it with a throaty noise as she came.

I let her up so she could turn around and then re-entered her. As I
leaned over to shift my weight, she wrapped her arms tightly around my
neck as if to not allow my escape. When our eyes met I was once again
overcome by that strange sensation. Our lips moved together in a
passionate kiss that tingled my toes. No tongue involved, just pure
passion. I slowed my thrusts and began slowly grinding my hips against
her's. We were no longer fucking, we were making sweet, passionate
love. Our bodies melted together with our steamy lovemaking.

"Oooooohhhhhh, baaaaaby, don't stop... Pleeeaassse don't eeeever stop,"
she pleaded sweetly and softly in my ear.

We kept grinding until we looked deeply into each other's eyes as she
came again. It was such a beautiful sight I came shortly thereafter. I
could feel her tight, strong, vaginal muscles squeeze the come from my
cock. We maintained the missionary position, kissing each other
tenderly. She trailed sweet little kisses on my neck and then kissed
and nibbled my ear.

"Ooohhh, baaaaby... mmmmm that was soooo wonderful," she cooed sweetly
in my ear. "Mmmmmm, I never thought it would be this good."

WHAT!!! I wondered to myself as I came back to reality.. DID SHE HAVE
THIS PLANNED OUT OR WHAT?!!! OH, SHIT I'VE GOT TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF
HERE!!!

I gave her a little smile and looked around for my clothes. I turned to
go to the living room when I realized I had left them there.

"Wait... you aren't leaving are you?" she asked with a hurt look in her
big, beautiful, blue eyes. A look that made me feel pangs of guilt.

"Of course not, don't be silly," I smiled. "I'm just going to the
bathroom."

Once in the bathroom I began panicking. I splashed cold water on my
face trying to understand was happening. I wanted to get to know this
woman, I was nice to her and she treated me like shit. Okay, then I
humiliated her, made her suck my dick, fucked her brains out or at
least tried to before I screwed up and made love to her. And now she
wants me to stay? Boy, was I confused. I snapped out of my thought
process when she called through the door and asked if I was okay.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I melted dead in my tracks. She was
kneeling in the middle of the bed holding up the sheet to cover her
body. There was no mocking or arrogant smile; no hard, icy blue stare.
She had the most beautiful, demure smile I've ever seen. Her big, blue
eyes gave off a deep, warm, glow I had never seen from her before. She
gave me a look reserved for reunited lovers. She was a vision of
loveliness.

I returned to bed, lying on my side facing her. She turned off the
light and snuggled up tightly to me.

"Mmmm, you're so wonderful," she said. She kissed my chest lightly and
was asleep within seconds. I could feel her warm breath on my chest.
That same strange sensation swept over me as I stroked her blond hair
and planted a soft kiss on her head. Was I falling for her again?!

My plans for revenge had backfired.

Way to go, asshole, I thought to myself. Now what the fuck are you
going to do?!... ...


Part III

"Be Careful What You Wish For!"

by Ric

(hetero sex, oral sex, nc sex)

* * * * * * * * * *

When Abigail and I woke up the next morning (Sunday) we made love two
more times before we finally got out of bed. We sat close together and
Abigail cuddled up to me while we ate a late breakfast. Whenever I
wondered whether or not I had made a mistake, I would look at her
gorgeous face and her big beautiful eyes, coupled with her loving
smile, would remove all doubt from my mind.

We sat around most of the afternoon studying for a literature exam we
had the following day. We discussed everything under the sun from
literature to sports to art. She met every qualification I ever had of
a woman: she was intelligent, articulate and confident. Physical
appearance ceased being important to me years before, but she was
definitely well-blessed in that department as well.

When I asked her why she stood me up all those times, I was surprised
by her answer:

"Well, I didn't do it to be mean. I was just really nervous about being
alone with you," she said shyly. "You're extremely handsome and I've
never met anyone as intelligent as you before."

I could feel my face grow hot and I smiled sheepishly because I knew I
was blushing. Although I'm usually a confident person, I am outwardly
modest, so I don't take a compliment very well. I returned the
compliment and told her the feeling was mutual.

Despite her protests, I finally managed to leave around 4 p.m., but
only after she gave me the longest and sweetest kiss I could ever
remember. After we broke our liplock, we both just kind of starred into
each other's eyes, seemingly too stunned to speak.

On my way home, I snapped back to reality. I was so pissed at this
woman for treating me like shit and denting my car that I just wanted
to fuck her brains out and leave her wanting more. As it turned out, we
ended up sharing a tender night that definitely wasn't part of the
plan. I was also never paid for my car. It had been about five years
since my last one night stand and although I no longer cared for them,
I knew what had happened with Abigail had gone way too far, way too
fast.

Kelly was the only friend I could really talk this matter over with and
she was out of town. I would have to wait until her class the next day
to see her.

* * * * * * * * * *

I waited for Kelly outside her class the next day and we had lunch in
front of the library. Kelly and I know each other better than we know
ourselves, so she knew something was wrong.

"Okay, sweetie, out with it," she said, caressing my face and kissing
my cheek. "You look pale. What's wrong?"

"It shows, huh?" I asked and Kelly nodded. "Kel, I... ummm... think I'm
in big trouble. I... uh... might have made a... big mistake Saturday
night."

I went ahead and told her the whole story, even some of the horny
details at her insistence.

"Mmmmm. Geez, you're making me horny," Kelly said as she rubbed her
crotch through her shorts. "If you didn't look so bummed out I'd take
you out in the parking lot right now and fuck your brains out."

"It bothered me the way she looked at me. Nobody's looked at me like
that since "Carmen" (my ex-fiancee). It's like she's in love with me or
something," I explained. "What really bothers me is that I feel
something for her, but this is definitely not the way to start a
relationship."

"Well, sweetie, this isn't like you," Kelly said. "I thought you
stopped thinking with you dick a long time ago."

"I did... it's just that -," I began. But my words were cut off when I
saw Abigail walking toward us. "Oh, shit, Kel! Here she comes!"

Kelly looked in Abigail's direction, who was still quite a ways from
us.

"THAT'S HER?! Kelly asked. "Tell me THAT'S not her!"

I assured her it was and asked her how she knew Abigail.

"Oh, God, not her!" Kelly exclaimed. "I've had her in classes before. I
can't stand her, she's SUCH a BITCH!"

I immediately panicked. Kelly is one of the nicest persons I've ever
known and she likes everybody. She's an excellent judge of character
and rarely has anything bad to say about anyone. If Kelly doesn't like
you, then there is definitely something wrong with you.

"Oh, shit! You know her?" I asked. "She doesn't seem like a bad person
once you get to know her."

"Please tell me you used a condom!" Kelly pleaded.

"Well, I... ," my mind started racing. I realized I hadn't planned on
having sex that night so I wasn't prepared. "Oooohhh, fuuuuuuuck... I-
I-I, aaawww, shhhhiiiit."

"Oh, my God! You DIDN'T use a condom?! OH, NO! HOW could you have been
such an IDIOT?!" she scolded me.

"Oh, man, I hope she doesn't have a disease," I said, frightened.

"You'll be LUCKY if you catch a disease and die!" she said. "I hope you
at least pulled out! God forbid you get THAT THING pregnant!"

I buried my face in my hands as I remember dumping at least three loads
of cum into her between Saturday night and Sunday morning.

I looked up in time to see Abigail walk up to us.

"Hi, baby!" Abigail said cheerfully as she kissed me on the lips.

Kelly, obviously sickened by the sight, made the " gag" gesture by
sticking out her tongue and sticking her finger in her mouth behind
Abigail's back.

"Oh, hello, Kelly," Abigail said coldly, turning to face her.

"Hello, Abigail," Kelly snottily returned her greeting.

The two stared coldly at one another much in the same manner that a
tigress would size up her opponent before striking. I had never seen
Kelly act this way before. What really worried me is that I knew it
wasn't jealousy because Kelly and I had dated other people since we no
longer dated and she had always gotten along fine with whomever I was
seeing.

"Well, we'd love to stay and chat, but we're going to be late for
class. Come on, babe," Abigail said as she whisked me off to class.

That's pretty much how it went whenever the two were around each other.
During the next few weeks I began seeing less of Kelly and
unfortunately I was too blind to see that Abigail, jealous of my
relationship with Kelly or any female for that fact, was driving a
wedge between us. She had also become very possessive of me and wanted
to monopolize my time. I tried to slow down the relationship, but
Abigail would usually pout, cry or use sex to eventually get her way. I
guess I should have been careful what I wished for.

In the beginning, Abigail wasn't a very good lover. She admitted that
she had never really enjoyed sex because none of her previous
boyfriends ever cared whether she was satisfied or not. She also told
me she had only had two sexual partners ever. I believed her since she
was a pretty lousy lay.

I've always believed in honesty in a relationship, but I lied to her
when she asked how many sexual partners I had. I told her "not very
many," but she didn't believe me anyway. How could I tell her that I
lost my virginity at a high school party at the age of 14? And that
from that age until I was about 22 I fucked any willing two-legged
female. The combination of being a smooth-talking, high school athlete
and continuing the smooth-talking when I was in my college fraternity
always kept me well-sexed. Even if I didn't have a steady girlfriend, I
was 20 when I met Kelly and we kept each other well-fed.

When I look back on when I was dating Abigail, I cringe. After about
two months, I realized she was a jealous, possessive, conniving and
manipulative woman with a bad temper. She was also a spoiled, little,
rich, daddy's girl who was accustomed to getting her way. I've always
believed a couple must be equal partners in a relationship. But Abigail
wasn't happy unless one of us dominated the relationship. Whenever we
would argue, she would cry and promise to change. She would turn back
into the sweet, articulate, intelligent and affectionate person I had
fallen madly in love with. The change usually lasted about a week.

One night, we had been working out at a fitness club and I bumped into
my friend Holly. She was giving me a hug when Abigail came out of the
lockerroom. She walked up to me and planted a long kiss on my lips.

"Did you miss me, baby?" Abigail asked looking at me lovingly. "Oh,
who's your friend?"

I introduced her to Holly while Abigail remained draped all over me. I
could see the "stay way from my man" look that Abigail gave all my
female friends.

"Well, Holly, it's been nice meeting you, but it's time for me to take
my man home and feed him," Abigail said, still glaring at Holly.

I turned to say bye to Holly and I could see she had a big smile on her
face and rolled her eyes as she shook her head.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later," Holly said.

I tried to talk to Abigail as we drove to her place, but she just
ignored me and by the look on her face, I could see she was fuming.
Once we got to her place, she slammed cupboards and dishes as she
warmed up our dinner. I didn't really give a damn, I was hungry and
just wanted to eat. She still hadn't spoken to me and halfway through
dinner she finally slammed down her fork, crossed her arms and pouted
like a little girl.

"So, who's Holly?" she asked. "Is she another one of your ex-
girlfriends?"

"What? No, don't be silly, she's just a friend," I said.

"So, how long did you go out with her?" she asked.

"I never dated her," I said truthfully. "She's just a friend I've known
since high school."

"Oh, you never DATED her. In other words you just FUCKED her," she said
accusingly.

"No, I didn't FUCK her," I replied.

Abigail picked up her fork and pushed her food around her plate. It was
quiet in the room, but I could feel the tension coming from her. I knew
what was coming next and I mentally counted down - 5... 4... 3... 2...
1

"Well,... um... was she better than me?" Abigail asked quietly. "I know
I'm not very good yet, but I'm trying."

"Don't you believe a word I say? What the hell is your problem?" I
asked, annoyed

"I'LL TELL YOU WHAT MY PROBLEM IS!" Abigail yelled. "I TURN MY BACK FOR
FIVE MINUTES AND THIS CHEAP LITTLE SLUT IS HANGING ALL OVER YOU! I SAW
THE WAY SHE WAS LOOKING AT YOU! MY GOD, IF I WOULDN'T HAVE SHOWN UP SHE
WOULD HAVE FUCKED YOU RIGHT THERE! AND WHAT DID SHE MEAN BY 'I'LL SEE
YOU LATER'?!! ARE YOU GOING TO MEET HER SOMEWHERE SO YOU TWO CAN
FUCK"?!

"First of all," I said calmly. "I'm not going to get into a yelling
match so just calm down. You know I love you and you know I'm faithful.
I wouldn't do anything to hurt our relationship and I think you know
that. And if you don't trust me... well, then there's no sense in
carrying on this thing further."

Abigail mood shifted immediately.

"Oh, baby, I-I-I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "Please baby,
forgive me. I just love you so much I don't know what I'd do if I ever
lost you!"

"You're not going to lose me, but you need to trust me," I said.

"Oh, yes, yes, baby. I promise I will," she eagerly agreed.

Abigail looked into my eyes and kissed me deeply. I felt her tongue
gently push its way between my lips and intertwine with mine. She
kissed me hard and hungrily as she crawled onto my lap. As we kissed,
she ground her crotch searching my already aroused cock. When she found
the lump in my pants, she rubbed it with her ass.

"Ooohh, baby, you're soooo hard," she whispered in my ear as she
reached back and began massaging my cock through my pants. "Mmmmm, I
love it when it gets so hard in my mouth. Would you like me to suck it,
babe?"

"Ooooooohhhh, yeah, baby," I said. "Suck my cock."

I was too horny to care that this was just another of her manipulative
ploys to chase away my anger. She climbed off my lap and when I stood
up, she pulled down my sweatpants. My cock became totally hard when she
slowly jerked me off. I sat down and she swirled her tongue around my
cockhead, flicking it all around and making me throb with pleasure. She
licked her way down my shaft until she came to my balls. She bathed my
balls with her tongue while she continued stroking my cock.

"Does that feel good, baby?" she cooed sweetly. She then began sucking
and nibbling my balls, which drove me wild.

"Mmmmmm, yeeessssss baby, don't stop. Oooooohhh, that feels soooo
gooood," I moaned.

On her way back to the top, Abigail tongued and nibbled rather roughly
on the veins on my cock. When she had made her way up the length, she
swallowed my cockhead and sucked hard on it. I looked down to see her
hot, pink lips ovaled around my cock as she took about half my length.
She still didn't give the best blowjob I'd had, but she sure had
improved from the first time. My cock throbbed harder as she bobbed her
head up and down, passing my cockhead past her soft lips and in and out
of her hot, wet, tight, little mouth. She tightened her mouth and
sucked hard for several minutes. When she looked up at me with those
beautiful blue eyes, I new I wouldn't be able to last much longer. My
moans grew louder as the sensitivity increased in my cockhead.

"Ooohhh, yeeeeeaahhh, you like that don't you, baby," Abigail said as
she jerked me off faster and faster. "You want to come in my hot little
mouth don't you, baby? Come on, baby, come in my mouth!"

That was all the encouragement I need.

"Ooohhhhhh, yeah, baby... I'm... gonna - OOOOHHHH BABY SUCK IT HARDER!"
I yelled as I could feel three long squirts empty into her mouth which
had a tight grip on my cock. "OOOOOHHHH, FUUUUCK... UNH... UNH... UNH!"

I heard her gag and when I looked down she was using my cock to wipe
the cum off her chin and put it back into her mouth. Wow, what a
beautiful sight. What a great feeling!

I sat there for a couple of minutes as she licked the cum off her hands
and my balls. I finally stood up on wobbly knees and shucked of the
rest of my clothes.

"All right, gorgeous, your turn," I said as I began peeling off her
tank top.

"Mmmmm, okay, baby, just let me shower first," she said as she turned
away.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and whirled her
around.

"No, babe. I can't wait," I said. "I wanna eat your pussy right now."

"No, baby, I was sweating during my workout and I feel pretty gross
right now. I'm gonna freshen up for you," she said.

I pulled her closer and trailed kisses from her neck down to her chest.
Once at her titties, I began sucking and licking one then the other.
There was something erotic about the salty taste that the dried sweat
had left. I began hungrily sucking and pulling her hard, pink nipples
with my lips and teeth.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh, baby, that feels soooooo mmmmmm goooood," Abigail
moaned softly as I began rubbing her pussy through her shorts. "Noooo,
baby, pleeeaaase. She must be... pretty, uuuuhhhh... stinky..."

When I think back, I STILL can't believe what I did next.

"Listen up, sweetheart!" I said authoritatively. I pulled her head back
by her hair until she looked at me with shock and fear in her eyes.
"I'm not ASKING you if I can eat you pussy, I'm TELLING you that I'm
going to eat your pussy! YOUR job is to lay back, enjoy it and cum your
brains out!"

"B-B-But baby - " Abigail stammered.

"SHUT UP, DAMN IT! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?!!!" I yelled.

I looked around the table and picked up a knife.

"OH, MY GOD, BABY! W-W-WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH THAT KNIFE!" she
screamed. "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME... PLEASE!"

I took the knife and cut a slit into her thin cotton shorts and lifted
them a little and did the same to her panties. I threw the knife to the
floor and began savagely ripping away her shorts and panties. I must
have looked as crazy as I felt because Abigail was frightened out of
her wits.

"BABY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!!!" she pleaded as she struggled a
little. "YOU'RE ACTING CRAZY!!!"

Once I had torn away her clothing, I shoved her onto the dining table
and roughly spread her thighs apart while pulling her ass in the air.
Her cunt was as wet as I had suspected it to be. I immediately stuck my
head between her legs and began my oral assault. Her cunt DID smell a
bit strong, but the shear nastiness of what I was doing and the strong
scent that wafted from her pussy and into my nostrils made me lose
control. I jabbed my tongue into her tight pussy and furiously tongue
fucked her. I stopped this only long enough to swirl my tongue around
and around the inside walls of her cunt.

"BABY, STOP! YOU'RE... YOU'RE... CRAZY... you're... ooooohhhh. baby...
oooohhhh Gaaaawwwwd, what uuuuhhhhh... are you doooooooing?" she
exclaimed. Her pleas had turned into moans of pleasure.

I kept up my furious pace of stirring her honey pot and tongue-fucking.
I then reached up and began furiously rubbing her clit while she
squirmed wildly. I knew Abigail was on the verge of losing control when
she began panting and moaning loudly.

"OH, BABY! LICK ME! OOOOHHHHH, OOOOOHHHHHH, GOD, I'M CUMMING... I-I-I-
I'M... AAAAAAHHHHHH !!!!! Abigail screamed as she locked her powerful
thighs around my head, nearly suffocating me. Her hips began bucking
wildly and her pubic bone nearly broke my nose as she lost control with
a powerful orgasm.

When her body finally went limp, I took a last couple of swipes at the
juices running down the crack of her ass and got up to look at her.
WHAT A SIGHT! She was laying on the table, stark naked except she still
wore her shoes and socks. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was
mumbling something incoherently as her legs dangled over the edge of
the table.

"Oh,oh,oh, God... what a... oh.. never... uh, never... uh... uh... wha-
wha-wha, oh, my God," she whimpered as I saw a couple of tears run down
her face.

I walked to the side of the table and her sensitive body jerked as I
ran my hand across her taut, silky tummy. I felt my way up and rubbed
her hard, pink nipples. When I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock,
she instinctively began slowly jerking me off. I put my hand between
her still spread thighs and outlined her pussy lips while she moaned
softly. My dick began squirming back to life and I walked over between
her legs. I held my half hard cock and began rubbing it on her wet
cunt, tracing her cunt lips and diddling her clit until I sprang back
to full length.

I took of her shoes and socks while she watched me with expectant eyes.
I lifted one leg and rested it against my chest as I began entering her
slowly.

"Ooooooohhhhhh, baaaaaaby, that feels soooo gooooood," she moaned as I
felt her tight cunt relax and give way a little, allowing me to stick
my cockhead in.

"AAAAWWWW! BABYYYY, WAAAIIIIT... UUUUUHHHHHH!" she cried out as I lost
my patience and shoved my full length into her pussy. WAAAIIIT, BABY!
PLEEEAAAASE, BABY, IT HUUUURRRTS!!!

I fucked her with slow hard thrusts and she continued to whimper.

"You love my cock don't you?! I hissed through clench teeth. I could
feel her cunt relax a little more as her cries turned to moans. "C'mon
you jealous little bitch! Beg me to fuck you harder! BEG ME TO FUCK
YOUR STINKY PUSSY!!!"

"OOOOHHHHH, BABYYYYY,... UNH... UNH... F-F-F-UCK UNH.. ME... UNH!"
Abigail wailed as I gave it to her harder than I ever had before.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH, YESSSSSSS... UNH... UNH... H-H-H... UNH... H-HARDER,
BABYYYYY!"

Abigail's pleading screams mixed with my grunts served to drive me
crazy (or crazier). I held her feet high in the air and slammed my cock
into her soaking wet pussy as she tighty gripped the edge of the table.
I wrapped my arm around her leg and roughly ground her clit. Since I
was at least a foot taller than Abigail and outweighed her by at least
135 lbs., I always took care not to get too carried away during sex.
But this time I could feel the sweat dripping down my face as I fucked
my petite girlfriend with reckless abandon. We had been fucking for
about 10 minutes when Abigail began arching her back and groaning
loudly as she always does when she's about to come.

"OOOOOHHHHH, BABBBYYYY,... UNH... UNH... MAKE ME CUMMMMMM!" Abigail
screamed as I pounded my cock into her squishy cunt while I continued
working over her clit with my hand. "OH, YESSSSS, BABY! I'M GONNA
CUM... UNH... UNH... I'M CUUUUUUUMMMMMINNNGGGG... AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

Abigail bucked her hips wildly as she came hard. I kept up my furious
pace and a couple of minutes later I knew I was about to spurt.

"UUUUUHHHHH, BABY... OOOHHH, FUCK I WANNA COME SO BAD!" I yelled as I
felt the pressure heighten in my cock. "AAAAWWWW, FUCK, BABY... I-I-
I... UUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH!!!"

My cock thumped inside her well worn pussy as I shot my load inside
her. I slumped over her limp body as we both lay on the kitchen table
too exhausted to move or even speak. I finally rose on weak knees and I
pulled her up to me. We kissed each other passionately and rubbed our
sweaty bodies together. She spoke first:

"Ooooohhhh, baby. Myyyy goodness, what got into you?" she asked.
"Mmmmmm, you were suuuuch an animal. God, that was incredible. I've
never, ever cum so hard in my life. You almost killed me."

I didn't want to let go of the control I had of the situation.

"You're damn right it was good. There's nobody better than me," I said
arrogantly as I gave her a little kiss on the lips. "I think you've
learned your lesson about saying 'no' to me."

"Mmmmmmm, are you kidding? If I knew you were going to be such a savage
maybe I should have made you angry a long time ago," she said with a
mishcievous smile. "I'm really sore right now, but mmmmmm, it was worth
it."

I carried Abigail into the bathroom and we soaked in the tub while I
shampooed the spaghetti sauce from her hair. As I soaped between her
legs, her cunt looked swollen and raw. Poor thing. She was sore for
days and it would be nearly two weeks before we could have sex again.

Once again, my little angelic Abigail returned for nearly two weeks.
After that however, she went back to her old self. She continued
manipulating our relationship and whenever she sensed I wanted to end
it, she would always say or do the right things to make me change my
mind. I was pretty much at my wits end with her, so there was really
only one thing left for us to do. After dating for a little over a year
- WE GOT ENGAGED.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was during one of Abigail's angelic episodes that I asked her to
marry me. During these episodes, she was the perfect woman. We would
always share in making decisions that effected us both and our
relationship would be an equal partnership - the way I believe it
should be.

After I proposed, we made love and were cuddling by her fireplace.

"Oh, baby, I know we're going to be so happy," Abigail cooed in my ear
as she rubbed my chest. "We can start making plans after you meet with
Daddy."

"What do you mean AFTER, why can't we start making plans before I meet
your Dad?" I asked curiously.

"Well, only after Daddy gets to know you can you ask his permission to
marry me," she explained. "Don't worry, baby. It's not really like an
interview. Well, it kind of is, but you'll do fine."

I was shocked. I'm kind of old-fashioned in some ways, but I didn't
believe in having to ask someone's permission to marry another person.
I've always believed the decision should concern only the two people
involved. I was even less thrilled when I learned the "interview
process" would take a whole week. But Abigail said it was a tradition
in her family so I relented.

One of her sisters was getting married and we were going to fly to
Southern California to attend the wedding and, with her father's
permission, to announce our engagement.

This was one trip I wouldn't soon forget.


Part IV

"A Stunning Revelation"

by Ric

(hetero sex, oral sex, rough sex)

* * * * * * * * *

When we landed in Los Angeles, Abigail's father had a car waiting for
us that took us to his house which was tucked away in Southern
California. We turned off the highway and drove about a half mile down
a private drive. I flipped out when we drove through the gates of the
Van Doren property. We were nearing something that looked part
Victorian hotel and part castle.

The driver dropped us off at the front door and Abigail was given a
cheerful welcome by the gardeners and the house servant that met us at
the door.

"Senorita Obeegail!" the servant exclaimed, giving her a big hug. "Eets
so goot to see joo. Efrybodee ees waiteen fo joo."

"Hello, Rosa!" Abigail replied, cheerfully

After introducing me, Rosa led us to the living room or receiving room
or whatever the hell rich people call that room.

When we entered, her family was lined up in what looked like a
receiving line waiting for us. Abigail gave and received hugs to
everybody and then she ran to a rather short (about 5'7 or so),
business-like blonde haired man.

"Daddy! Daddy!" she exclaimed.

"Princess! Oh, my little princess, it's so good to see you!" her father
said, giving her a big bear hug.

Oh, great, I thought, I picked a Daddy's girl. This isn't going to be
any fun.

"Daddy, I'd like to present Richard," she said, looking at me with a
beaming smile.

"Richard, it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," said Mr. Van
Doren not smiling while shaking my hand. He was looking me up and down
as if to check for a weakness in my defense.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Van Doren. Uh, well, my name is really
Ricardo," I knew I should not have corrected him after he shot me a
glance that could have killed. "But... uh... well... Richard will do
just fine."

Mr. Van Doren presented me to the rest of his family. There was blonde
hair, blue eyes and huge, white shiny, smiles as far as my eyes could
see. There were eight people in all and their names all started with
the letter "A." Mr. Van Doren's name was Alan and Abigail's mother was
Adelila. The three sons, dressed in suits and ties, were named
Alouitious, Adam and Allistaire. The daughters were all beauties:
Alexandria, Antoinetta and Adrianna all wore elegant dresses. The
family varied in size. The tallest was Allistaire at about 5'9 and, as
short as Abigail was at 4'11, 5-foot or 5'1 (who the hell knows, she
always lied about her height), Adrianna was at least an inch shorter
than her. Mrs. Van Doren was a pretty woman. I could see all the Van
Doren women took after her. She was a short, small breasted woman with
a pretty big butt for someone her size. It was definitely a good
looking family. But, no matter how pretty the Van Doren women were, my
Abigail was definitely the most gorgeous of them all.

Although I am more light-skinned than most other Mexicans, I was a hell
of a lot darker than anyone else in the room and at 6-foot tall, I felt
like a giant. Boy, I sure stuck out like a sore thumb.

Everyone was especially nice to me except her father. I could feel him
sizing me up as if we were going to brawl. I felt very uncomfortable
around him and was already regretting making the trip.

"Where's Anastasia?" Mrs. Van Doren asked. "Why must she always be
late?"

"Uh... Mom, Dad is dinner ready? I'm starving," said Abigail, looking a
little nervous.

"Wait, dear. We're waiting for your sister," her mother answered. She
then looked at Rosa. "Rosa, find that child and bring her down here,
please. Tell her we have company."

"Oh, mother, you know she ALWAYS has to make a grand entrance,"
Alexandria said.

I looked at Abigail and she seemed to be stirring nervously. I put my
arm around her and felt her relax as I pulled her toward me. The
relaxation lasted only a few seconds. I felt Abigail's body tense up
and a cold look came to her eyes as she looked toward the ceiling. I
looked up to see a slender, blonde descending the wide staircase. She
looked much like her sisters except in build. She was about 5'5 and
unlike the other females in her family, she had slender hips resting on
top of a pair of long, slender, but shapely legs. She had the same
pretty blue eyes and the full, pink lips that Abigail had. Her
movements were graceful as she seemingly glided down the stairs and in
my direction.

"Young lady, what have you been doing?" her father asked. "We've been
waiting for you."

"Oh, Daddy, I just wanted to make sure I looked presentable for our
distinguished guest," Anastasia answered.

I couldn't help but stare at Anastasia. I wasn't really mesmerized by
her beauty, it was the seductive look in her eye that captured my
attention as she walked right up to me. And I also had the feeling I
had seen her somewhere before.

"You MUST be Ricardo. I've heard SO much about you," she said.

I was going to reach out and shake her hand like I had done with
everyone when she reached up, put her arms around my neck and gave me a
big hug. She had much bigger tits than the rest of the women. They felt
hard as she crushed them against me.

"Oh, dear, dear, sister," she said to Abigail, but looking deep into my
eyes. "Where ever did you find SUCH a handsome man?"

With those words, Anastasia pressed her lips to my cheek and kept them
there long enough to make me feel extremely uncomfortable as she kissed
me. I could feel my face grow warm with embarrassment at the extra long
kiss.

"Back off, Anastasia," Abigail whispered to her. She had the same look
in her eye she usually has before she explodes.

"Oh, my little sister is back!" Anastasia shrieked. She then bent down
and gave Abigail a hug and a kiss. "How are you, baby sister?!"

"Fine!" Abigail snapped as she cringed from Anastasia's hug.

It didn't take a genius to deduce that there were ill vibes between the
two.

One of the servants announced that dinner was ready and everyone headed
to the dining area. As I walked to Abigail she pulled my handkerchief
out of my breast pocket and wiped angrily at my cheek.

"What're you doing, baby?" I asked.

"You've got that THING'S lipstick on you," she said. "Baby, I don't
want you going near her. Stay away from her!

Babe, don't you start this jealous shit again," I whispered angrily.
"She's your sister. Why should you be jealous?"

"Just look at her!" Abigail snapped. "She's... she's...

"She's what? I'll tell you what," I said hugging Abigail and looking
into her eyes. "She's nowhere near as good looking as my gorgeous
woman."

"Ooooohhhh, baby!" Abigail said with her girlish giggle. "I love you
sooooo much!"

"I love you too, baby," I said kissing her deeply on the lips. "Now
c'mon, I'm hungry"

We joined the rest in the dining room and I sat between Abigail and
Anastasia. The family just about interrogated me throughout dinner and
dessert while Abigail and Anastasia took little pot shots at each
other. I thought they were being childish, but I must admit, some of it
was pretty funny, especially this exchange:

"Oh, no dessert for me thanks," Abigail said. "I need to be able to fit
into my dress."

"Yes," Anastasia agreed. "You WERE blessed with an extra helping of
hips."

"Oh, yeah?" Abigail snapped back. "Well, you might have to let out the
top of your dress a little if you plan any more trips to the plastic
surgeon's office to work on your fake boobs."

"Excuse me, but they ARE real," Anastasia said.

Yeah, they're real all right," Abigail responded with a laugh. "REAL
expensive!"

"That will be enough out of you two!" her mother snapped.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.

* * * * * * * * * *

I spent the next four days getting acquainted with my prospective
father-in-law. Mr. Van Doren is a self-made, multi-millionaire. We
drank together, smoked expensive cigars and he even took me on a tour
of his vast property. There were times when his sons were also present.
I guess they were there to chip in their two cents about me.

Abigail and I didn't get to spend much time alone. Whenever I wasn't
around the Van Doren men I spent that time trying to avoid Anastasia.
She came on strongly to me every chance she got when nobody was around
and a little less strongly when others WERE around.

Abigail was pretty busy herself going through her own "marital advice
workshop" from her mother, her only married sister Antoinetta, and
Alexandria, her soon-to-be-married sister.

During this "trial" period, the prospective bride would sleep in the
room next to the parents' bedroom and the prospective groom would
occupy the room across the hall. It was a tradition that the women went
through, including Alouitious' and Adam's wives. Being so close to the
parents' bedroom guaranteed no sex for Abigail and I. That was the
worst part. Abigail wasn't even allowed off the premises during this
time without being chaperoned by her mother. Damn these traditions, I
thought. I WAS DYING FOR SEX!!! IT HAD BEEN TOO LONG!

After I earned my English degree, I began working as a technical
writer. I was writing and editing employee manuals and company
documents among other things. I was sent to an out of state branch of
our company for a week-long orientation and I came back hornier than a
dog in heat. Abigail and I began fooling around in the airport parking
lot when she told me her period had started the night before. Her
period didn't end until our first night at her parents' house. So we
were going on almost THREE weeks without sex! For me, that was some
kind of record.

The sixth day we were there, Allistaire invited me out for a night on
the town. I have nothing against rich people and I got along well with
her whole family, but Allistaire was my kind of guy. I knew the second
I met him we would get along. When I was introduced to everyone I was
greeted with "Pleasure to meet you" or "Pleased to meet your
acquaintance." When I shook Al's hand he said: "Hey... what's up? How's
it goin'?" His long, shoulder-length hair was mussed and his tie was
loosened. I guess every family has one of THEM and Al was definitely
the one.

Al had invited me out and as we headed out the door, Abigail came down
the stairs.

"Babe, are you going somewhere? Abigail asked.

"Yeah, Babe. Al's taking me out," I answered.

"WHAT?! OH, NO HE'S NOT!" she yelled. 'YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH
HIM!"

"Aw, sis, leave him alone," Al said. "He's a big boy."

Abigail ran over to me and I whispered to her.

"Baby, I'm not really in the mood to go out, but I'm not going to
offend your brother," I said. "I'm trying to make a good impression on
your family."

"But, babe, he's really wild," Abigail whined. "I don't want - "

"I don't want you making a fuss, so just shush," I interrupted her.

"Let's go, Ric, we're outta here," Al said.

"YOU BETTER NOT TAKE HIM TO ANY OF THOSE WILD PARTIES WITH THOSE LOOSE
WOMEN!" Abigail wailed. "I'M WARNING YOU, ALLISTAIRE! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Abigail was still threatening Al as we shut the door and took off a
little past 7 O' clock.

We went to a couple of night clubs and a couple of parties where there
was no shortage of horny women. While en route to our final party, my
curiosity had gotten the best of me and I decided to ask him about the
relationship between Abigail and Anastasia.

"Hey, Al, what's the deal with Anastasia and Abigail?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"Well there's obviously tension between them," I explained. "And well,
uh... uh... Anastasia'a kind of all over me. She makes me feel
uncomfortable."

"Don't flatter yourself," Al laughed. "I mean, no offense, but she's
only playing up to you to get Abby's goat."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Well, Abby and Annie fight like cats and dogs and..." Al began.

He went on to explain how the two were the best of friends until high
school when Abigail became better at gymnastics than Anastasia. She
became envious of Abigail's talent so Anastasia, who is two years
older, promptly stole her boyfriend only to dump him a week later. They
had been at each others throats ever since.

"So, when Annie started to get taller, she became a model instead.
Everyone's always saying how beautiful she is and that really gets to
Abby," Al explained. "She's been on a couple of magazine covers."

"THAT'S where I've seen her before!" I exclaimed. "We were at the store
one time and I mentioned to Abby that the girl on a magazine cover
looked like HER. Boy, she just got pissed and didn't say anything!"

"Yeah, that would piss her off all right. All the Van Doren women can
be a little feisty," Al said. "But you, my friend, you got the worst of
the bunch. Abby's got a REALLY rotten temper. She takes after Dad."

"Yeah, I've noticed," I mumbled.

Later that night we were hanging out at the last party when Al slipped
away to a bedroom with two girls. Al was 22 and reminded me a lot of
myself when I was his age.

When we were through for the night, Al pulled up at the house and
phoned one of the servants to let me in.

"Hey, aren't you coming in?" I asked.

"Are you kidding, rich people get on my nerves," he said with a laugh.
"Besides, I'm willing to bet my life that Abby's on the other side of
that door ready to give us hell and I'm not going to suffer her wrath."

Al drove off and the door was already cracked open when I got to the
house. I didn't see anyone as I peeked in and I quietly closed the door
behind me.

""WHOA!" I exclaimed as I turned around and was startled by someone's
presence.

"Sssssssssshhhhhhh! You're going to wake up the whole house!" Abigail
whispered angrily. "Where have you been?! It's 3 O' Clock in the

morning!"

I had only a slight buzz from the alcohol, but I still strained to
focus my eyes in the poor lighting. There was Abigail, standing with
her arms folded tightly across her chest and a frown on her face. The
icy stare from her blue eyes could have dropped me in my tracks. She
was wearing a silk bandana that tied her long blonde hair on top of her
head. The ends of the bandana flopped down like a bunny's ears. She
wore a long silk robe and big fuzzy slippers as she tapped her foot
impatiently. There was a dab of green cold cream on her forehead and
another one on the side of her nose. Even though I knew she was
furious, I thought she looked absolutely adorable.

I sat down and Abigail began pacing back and forth and shaking her
finger at me as she read me the riot act. I didn't really hear what she
was saying nor did I care, I just sat there with a lewd smile on my
face. After almost three weeks without a piece of ass I was ready to
jump her right there and then. I was so horny I was dying.

"Come here!" she snapped as she tugged me by the shirt.

I walked over to her. She reached up, put her arms around my neck and
pulled me toward her. She began rubbing her lips on my neck and I
thought we were finally going to have sex. Instead of kissing me
however, I could hear her sniffing. She broke our embrace, pulled my
shirt out of my pants and up to my chest.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as she smelled my chest.

"I'm checking to see if you were with another woman," she said. "A
woman can smell another woman on her man."

"God, you're nuts," I said.

She then shoved her hand into my pants and under my underwear. I
started moaning as she rubbed her hand along my balls and stroked my
cock a couple of times. She pulled her hand out and sniffed.

"Well, I guess you're clean," she said.

"Of course I am silly," I said.

I walked behind her and gave her a big squeeze. She felt tense as I
kissed her cheek and nuzzled her ear. I felt her body relax when I
began kissing her neck.

Mmmmm, baby, what do you think you're doing?" she asked. "Mmmmmm, stop
it. I'm supposed to be mad at you... mmmmm"

She put her arms on top of mine as I rubbed her shoulder. I opened her
robe and began unbuttoning her long cotton nightie which was a far cry
from the sexy lingerie she normally wore. I pulled the nightie off one
shoulder and kissed, licked and gently nibbled her bare skin. As I did
this, I reached down the front and caressed her firm titties. Her
nipples hardened instantly as she moaned softly.

"Baaaaaaaby, stop... we can't do this here... ooohhhhh..." she
protested weakly.

"Oooooooohhhhhh, baby, I'm soooooo horny," I whispered breathlessly in
her ear as I scrunched down to grind my crotch against her hard ass.
"C'mon, let's go somewhere."

"Ooohhhh, baby, I'm sooo horny, too," she whimpered while rubbing her
ass back to my crotch. "But we can't do anything here. Not in Daddy's
house."

I moved in front of her and licked my way down her chest and to her
nipples. Her normally pink nipples were now swollen and dark red. I
alternated between both, sucking them between my lips and running my
tongue around the tips. Her moans became a little louder. I ran my hand
down her hard, flat tummy and slipped it into her plain cotton panties.
WOW! I couldn't believe how soaked she was. She panted and squirmed as
I ran my hands across her wet, puffy cunt lips.

"Baby, stop!" she whispered as she pushed me away. "We can't do this
here!"

"Why not?" I asked. I held up my hand that was wet with her pussy's
nectar. "Look how wet you are."

Abigail's eyes grew big when I slowly and tantalizingly licked her
juices from my fingers. She let out a low animal-like moan.

"Oooohhhh, baaaaaby, oooohhhhh, it's been so long" she said with a
desperate look in her eyes. "Oooohhhhh,... noooo... wait here!"

She kicked off her fuzzy slippers and ran upstairs. She tiptoed slowly
once she was in the hallway. After a minute or two, she tiptoed back
from the hallway and rushed downstairs.

"C'mon, babe, it's 3:45 (am) we've got to hurry," Abigail said as she
led me, by the hand, down a dark hallway.

She turned on the little penlight she had retrieved and the light cast
spooky shadows on the walls. It would have probably been a scary sight
had I not been so horny. We turned down a couple of different hallways
and walked down a flight of stairs. When we got to the end of a hall,
she told me to point the light at a statue and she walked over to it.

"Oh, please, please, please be here... YYYEESSSS!" she squealed with
child-like enthusiasm as she pulled something from behind the statue.

"It's still here!" she said excitedly as she showed me a key. "C'mon,
baby!"

We walked to a nearby door which she unlocked. Once inside, she closed
the door behind us. I pointed the light and scanned the room. We were
at the top of a flight of stairs of a room that resembled the storage
area for an art museum.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is Mom's junk room," Abigail explained. Whenever she buys new art
she throws the old stuff down here."

"Mighty expensive junk," I said.

"I used to hide down here whenever I was in trouble," Abigail said.

"Geez, you must have spent most of your life down here," I laughed.

"Ha, ha, you're soooo funny," she said as she took the light from me
and turned it off.

"Babe, leave it on I can't see you," I complained.

"No, baby! I don't want us to get caught!" she explained

I was so horny, I didn't care. I heard a rustling of clothes and I
dropped my pants and underwear.

"Babe, where are you?" she asked as she groped down my stomach.

"I'm right here," I answered.

"Not YOU!" she said giggling as she grabbed my cock. "HIM!"

I felt Abigail's wet tongue circling the head of my cock. I began to
moan as she quickly took my soft cock in her mouth. I heard her
slurping noisily as she sucked me fast and furiously.

Oooooo, yeah... baby oooohhhh, yessssssssss... uuuhhhhh... baby... slow
down," I said wanting to take my time and enjoy the blowjob I was
getting. "Aaaahhhhh, babe... slow down!"

"Mmmmmmm... mmphhfff... no baby... we have to mmphhfff... hurry," said
Abigail between sucks.

Once I was fully hard, she stopped sucking.

"Aaawwww, baby why'd you stop? That felt so good." I complained.

"Oh, baby, stop crying and let's do it," Abigail pleaded. "Hurry I
don't want to get caught."

I wasn't sure how the hell anyone was going to catch us in that
dungeon, but I was so horny I didn't have time to ask.

"Babe, where are you?" I asked. I groped in the dark, but couldn't feel
her.

"Down here," she answered as she nudged me with her feet.

I felt a little further and realized she was already laying on her back
with her feet in the air. She was so paranoid that her dad was going to
catch us, that she didn't even want to turn on the penlight. I felt my
way between her legs until I rubbed her soaking wet cunt. I realized
she had pulled up her nightie and shucked off her panties. My mouth
began watering as I groaned, anticipating tasting the sweetest piece of
pussy on earth. She knew what I was thinking because she quickly
clamped her strong thighs around my hand.

"No, baby!" she said repeated sternly. "We don't have time! Just fuck
me!"

Dirty talk drives me crazy, especially from someone who is supposed to
be as proper as Abigail. I was too far gone to disobey an order.

I repositioned myself and pushed my throbbing cock against her cunt
lips. I tried to ease into her, but it had been so long since we had
last fucked that she seemed tighter than usual. It was like trying to
poke your dick through a stone wall. She whimpered as I tried again.

"C'mon, baby, relax," I told her. "I can't get it in."

"I can't, baby. I'm so scared," she whined.

"Shhhhhh, nobody's gonna hurt you, baby," I cooed in her ear. "Just
relax, baby. Open up. Yeah, that's my good girl."

I felt her relax and we both moaned as I slowly pushed in about half my
length. I bent over and began kissing her sweetly. Our tongues
intertwined and I felt her relax even more. We both groaned long and
loud when I gave her the rest of my cock.

After a few seconds, I began slowly sliding in and out of her sopping
wet pussy.

"Oooooooohhhhhh, baaaaaby,... oooohhhhh... it's been soooooo long,"
Abigail moaned. "Fuck me, baby! Ooooohhh, baby,... make me come...
hurry!

Oooohhh, baaaaabe, aaahhhhh... you're soooo tight... uuuuunh...
uuunh... uuuuunh," Was all I could say as Abigail's tight and wet pussy
strangled my cock.

I slowly pumped in and out and then felt her hand snake between us and
start diddling her clit. Her moans became louder.

"Oooooohhhh, baby... fuck me... unh... unh... unh... f-f-f-uck
meeeeee," she pleaded. "Baby, make me come... unh... unh... hurry... s-
s-s-o badly ooohhhh... pleeeeaaase! C-c-cover my mouth... ooooooooo! "

I didn't understand what she meant, but I reached up and covered her
mouth. Her moans were now even louder, but they were muffled by my
hand. I started shoving my cock deeper into her and she locked her
powerful thighs around my waist. After a few minutes, she began arching
her back and making animal sounds deep in her throat. I knew I had hit
one of her sweet spots. Her snorting and grunting was driving me crazy,
so I started pumping harder and faster.

"Mmmmphhh... mmmmphhh... mmmmphhh... ! Was all Abigail could manage to
mumble under my hand. When she began bucking wildly under me, I knew
she was cumming, the other clue was when she bit down on my hand. It
hurt so badly, I yanked my hand away and she was panting and grunting.
She was sounded like a drowning person who finally came above water
struggling to breath.

Whenever we have sex I usually stop whatever I'm doing and let her
enjoy her orgasms, but nothing could stop me this time. My cockhead
began hurting and I knew I was about to cum.

"OOOOHHH, FUCK,... BABY... OOOOHHHH SHHHHIIIT!" I cried.

"SHHHHHHH, BABY!" she hissed. "Be quiet!"

With those words, I felt some cloth being shoved in my mouth. I could
tell my the taste and the smell that she had shoved her cotton panties
in my mouth.

"Come on, baby. Cum for me... unh... unh... cum in my unh... unh...
tight little pussy," she cooed sweetly in my ear as I continued ramming
her. "Oh, yeah unh... unh... my hot stud wants unh... to cum... unh...
doesn't he?"

Her sweet talking encouragement sent me over the edge.

"Oooohhhh... uuuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh... unh.. unh... unh," I nearly
choked on Abigail's panties as I came more violently than I ever
remember.

I spit out the panties and gasped for air as I collapsed on top of her.

When we both regained our senses, we kissed each other softly, still
laying in the pitch black.

"Oooohhhhh, baaaaaaby... ooooo you just get better eeeevvvverrrrry
time," Abigail sighed deeply.

"Aaaahhhh, babe... I swear that was the best ever," I moaned. "God,
baby, you're the best."

Well, actually, I definitely have had better. But shit, if you don't
feed a man for three weeks and throw him a piece of ground beef, will
he not think it's filet mignon? Still, my love for her only heightened
the feeling.

We finally left the room. I scooped my sweet love into my arms and
carried her upstairs. She was like a little, limp doll in my arms and
my knees weren't in any better shape as they trembled up the stairs. I
heard the antique grandfather clock chime as we went past. I looked at
it. IT WAS 4 A.M. DAMN! THAT HOT FUCK SESSION HAD LASTED LESS THAN 15
MINUTES! BOY, WE BOTH MUST HAVE BEEN STARVED!

We quietly kissed goodnight as we sneaked into our respective rooms. I
was exhausted from the long day, the sneaking around and the hot sex. I
took off my clothes and collapsed immediately.

* * * * * * * * * *

That night (or morning) I dreamed that Abigail and I were playfully
wrestling. I woke up the next morning from the best and soundest sleep
I had in weeks to discover she was shaking me.

"BABY, BABY WAKE UP!" she was yelling excitedly. "HURRY, BABY! TAKE A
SHOWER AND GET DRESSED!"

"Huh, w-w-what time is it? What's wrong?" I asked trying to wipe the
sleep from my eyes.

"IT'S ALMOST 6:30!" she exclaimed.

"WHAT?!" I asked in disbelief.

"HURRY, BABY, COME ON!" Abigail babbled breathlessly.

I could see she was excited about something and she was literally
bouncing on her toes. I grabbed her by the shoulders and held her
still.

"Babe, calm down and tell me why you're so fired up," I said.

After she caught her breath she explained to me that her father wanted
to see me in his office after breakfast. For a second I thought he
somehow found out about me fucking his daughter in his house until
Abigail explained.

"Oh, baby! This is it! This the FINAL talk!" she squealed with delight.

"WHAT?! I THOUGHT THAT WASN'T FOR TWO DAYS!" I said suddenly wide awake
and panicking.

"No, baby! He changed it! Don't worry though, he loves you, everybody
loves you!" she cried. "I just know he's going to give us his blessing
today! He's never had the final talk this early! Hurry, get dressed!"

She kissed me for encouragement and scurried out the door. Although I
was operating on two and a half hours of sleep, the earlier sex had
refreshed me and now the thought of the final showdown had me wide
awake. I showered and dressed quickly, but was too nervous to eat
breakfast.

As I walked to her father's office door, Abigail was there to send me
in with a kiss. I felt like a soldier being seen off to battle by his
lover.

Mr. Van Doren talked for a long time, mainly about his family and how
he was protective of his daughters.

"Ric, I may as well be up front with you," he said. "As I'm sure you
have noticed, my daughter can be a little... uh... well-"

"Strong-willed?" I offered.

"Uh... no," he answered.

"Feisty?" I asked.

"No," he responded.

"Head strong?" I inquired.

"Well, no. What I was actually going to say is she can be a little
bitch," he said as I heard a loud gasp at the door.

Wow! I thought. If a father is willing to call his own daughter a
bitch, that's definitely a warning sign!

He asked me if I had noticed any signs of her bad temper.

I told him about her slapping me at Dean's house when she still didn't
know me that well and how she had dented my car. I also threw in how
possessive and jealous she was.

"Hmmm... well, maybe she IS getting better," he replied. "Keep
talking."

I described a few of her episodes as he walked over to the door:
throwing a drink in a waitress' face who she accused of flirting with
me, arguing with a cop when he wrote her a ticket, trying to keep me
away from my female friends, etc. I was still talking as he jerked the
door open and Abigail fell into the room.

"Uh... Daddy... h-h-hi... ummm... I just came to see if... ummmmmm...
YOU NEEDED ANYTHING!" Abigail lied as she looked at him sheepishly. She
had been listening at the door.

"Princess! Stop your lying," he demanded. "Ric, let's talk a walk. You
come too, Princess."

"Yes, Daddy!" Abigail said as we walked down a long hall.

We entered what appeared to be the Van Doren trophy room and all nine
children, even the parents, had their own section of athletic awards.
The awards ranged in sports from fencing to track-n-field to
gymnastics. My Abigail's section was the biggest of them all. The walls
and shelves in her section were filled with medals, trophies and
ribbons for gymnastics. Her pictures ranging from five years-old to 21
adorned her section.

"Ric, has it ever occurred to you how odd it is for the intelligent and
athletically-talented, daughter of a successful man to have ended up at
XYZ State University?" he asked.

"Ooohhhh, Daddy! Please don't. That was a long - " Abigail pleaded.

"Hush, Princess!" he ordered sharply. He turned his gaze back to me.
"Well, doesn't it seem odd?"

"Uh, well, no, sir," I answered. "I've never really wondered."

Abigail stared sadly and quietly at the floor as Mr. Van Doren began
explaining about her past.

Abigail was an honor student and a high school All-American gymnast
during her prep school days. As a spoiled daughter of a rich man, she
thought she was above the law. Any time she got a speeding ticket or
whenever her temper got her in trouble with the law or at school, her
rich daddy's money bought her out of trouble.

Then came the incident when Anastasia, jealous of Abigail's athletic
success, stole her boyfriend. Abigail responded by causing a scene at
school and PUNCHING AND BREAKING her ex-boyfriend's nose. The ex's
father, a business rival of Mr. Van Doren's, threatened to file an
expensive lawsuit. In order to save a bundle of money and his family's
reputation, Mr. Van Doren came through with a cash settlement and
allowed his rival to outbid him on a huge business deal. The clincher
came when she settled her score with Anastasia. Abigail basically beat
the crap out of Anastasia, nearly ruining her modeling career.

When college recruiters heard stories of Abigail's temper and violent
incidents, they rescinded their scholarship offers. Abigail was set to
accept a scholarship to an elite academic university with an elite
gymnastics program in California. Most of her friends' fathers were
sending them to that school. Mr. Van Doren punished her by refusing to
pay her way to the university once her scholarship offer was rescinded.
As part of her lesson, Abigail was forced to accept a scholarship to
the only school that wasn't afraid of the stories they had heard - XYZ
State University. Part of the scholarship requirements were that
Abigail had to enroll in anger management classes. She reluctantly
agreed when she realized she had no other options.

Once at college, she again excelled in academics and gymnastics.
Abigail's temper and attitude once again got the better of her and she
became a discipline problem. After several warnings from the coaching
staff and athletic department, Abigail was placed on team probation.
One more incident would mean expulsion from the team and possible
revocation of her scholarship.

"Have you told him what happened after that, Princess?" Mr. Van Doren
asked Abigail.

"No, Daddy," Abigail shamefully replied in almost a whisper.

"We flew to ******** to watch her compete in a tournament. The team was
doing fine as usual and my Princess was the star of the meet," Mr. Van
Doren explained. "I considered the scoring a little unfair and the
crowd was booing one of the female judges. Well, my Princess completed
a beautiful vault. The judges gave her perfect scores - except for that
female judge. Well, Princess had about enough and went to give the
judge a piece of her mind. They got into a shouting match and before
anyone could step in front of her, PRINCESS GRABBED THE JUDGE BY THE
COLLAR AND SLAPPED HER HARD ACROSS THE FACE."

Having seen Abigail's temper first hand, I shouldn't have been
surprised - but I was.

"The judge threatened to sue the university AND ME," Mr. Van Doren said
as he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. "The
NCAA ended up suspending her. This was one mess not even I could buy
her out of. The woman agreed to drop the suit, but only if the school
dismissed Princess from the team. She lost her scholarship and I agreed
to pay for the rest of her schooling because she had only two semesters
left."

Mr Van Doren handed me the piece of paper he had pulled from the
drawer. It was a press release dated 1991. The headline read: "NCAA
Suspends XYZ State University Gymnast for Altercation." I had such an
eerie feeling of deja vu. I know I had read the release before - but
where? My jaw dropped to the floor when I remembered.

"YOU... Y-Y-Y-OU, HOLY SHIT! THIS IS YOU?!" I exclaimed. "NO, WAY!!!
IT'S YOU!!!"

"WHAT?!" Abigail asked. "What's wrong? WHAT?!!!

I explained the story of how we when I was at ABC University, we had a
good laugh about the press release. I was stunned. After all these
years, it was like meeting a celebrity.

"But, baby you know I wouldn't do that anymore. You know I wouldn't,"
Abigail tried to explain to me. She then turned to her father. "Daddy,
I've had help. I'm not really like that anymore. Really, Daddy."

Although I was still little stunned, I knew I had to speak on my love's
behalf.

"Mr. Van Doren, I love your daughter with all my heart," I looked at
Abigail and her deep soulful eyes made my heart melt. "She's gorgeous,
she's intelligent, she's articulate. She's everything I've ever wanted
in a partner. We have our ups and downs, but what couples don't?"

"It seems you two have thought this through well enough," he said.

"Yes, sir, we have," I answered.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, we have!" Abigail nodded eagerly.

"I hope you two will always be there for each other," Mr. Van Doren
said. He then looked at me and said: Ric, you're a fine young man.
Welcome to the family, Son.

"OH, DADDY! THANK YOU... THANK YOU... THANK YOU!" Abigail squealed
delightedly while hugging her father. She then turned to me. "OH, BABY!
WE'RE GOING TO BE SO HAPPY!"

And she was right, we were both deliriously happy. And it lasted... FOR
THREE WHOLE DAYS!

* * * * * * * * * *

When we were at Alexandria's wedding reception, Anastasia flirted with
me all night, whether Abigail was around or not. The final straw came
when Anastasia grabbed my hand and led me to the crowded dance floor.
She had requested a slow song and didn't waste any time grinding her
pubic bone against my crotch. The sisters had served as Alexandria's
bridesmaids and they all wore low-cut dresses. Anastasia, having bigger
tits than any of her sisters, was practically spilling out of her dress
and wasted no time in rubbing them on my chest. She was dancing slowly
and seductively and I could feel my cock harden as she ground against
me.

"Anastasia, please, don't do this!" I pleaded after a few minutes.
"Everyone's watching us!"

"Oh, don't be silly. Nobody's watching, darling," she said, looking
around. "You don't want to offend your future sister-in-law do you?.
"Besides, I can feel you big, brown dick poking my tummy, you naughty
boy. I can satisfy you better than my sister can. I've never had brown
meat before and I bet you're fantastic."

I looked around nervously and nearly pissed my pants when I saw Abigail
standing behind me with her arms folded across your chest.

"May I cut in, dear sister?" Abigail asked with a phony smile.

"Yes, you may, little sister," Anastasia said with a wicked smile.
"Don't worry, I've got him nice and ready for you."

Abigail was a little ticked off, but she was under control. She put her
arms around my neck and we began dancing slowly. She pressed against
me, let out a little squeal and jumped back when she bumped against my
already-hard cock. She looked down at my crotch and when she looked at
me, I saw that her eyes were nearly popping out of her head.

"Baby... baby... now calm down... it's not what you think!" I tried
weakly to explain. "She's your sister... I don't want to offend you're
family when they've just accepted me."

Abigail smiled warmly and kissed my cheek.

"Baby, may I have a word with you outside, please?" she asked sweetly.
"Come on, babe. Let's take a walk."

We walked through the crowded dance floor, stopping every now and then
for Abigail to introduce me to some relatives. I was relieved at how
calmly she was behaving. Unfortunately, when we crossed the door and
exited the hall, she became another person.

"Gee, babe, you really have a nice family," I said.

"Shut up and hold my dress!" she snapped.

I was worried that she was about to explode, so I held up her rather
long dress so she could walk faster. All the while she still had a hold
of my hand. I knew whatever I said would be the wrong thing, so I just
kept my mouth shut. As we approached what seemed to be a fleet of
limousines, there was a group of chauffeurs standing in a circle. Some
were smoking as they hung out waiting for their passengers. Abigail
looked toward the group.

"Which one of you brought me here?" she asked angrily. When she didn't
get an answer, she grew impatient. "WHO THE HELL BROUGHT ME HERE?!"

One of the drivers stamped out his cigarette and quickly ran to us.

"I-I-I did ma'am," he stammered nervously.

"WHERE'S MY CAR?!" she yelled.

"It's this way, ma'am," said the driver.

"JUST POINT IT OUT TO ME! I CAN LET MYSELF IN!" she yelled.

The driver pointed us to the fourth car in line and once there, Abigail
opened the car door and ordered me in. I wasn't afraid of my little
blonde powder keg, I just didn't feel like hearing any of her bullshit.
I stood outside the car just looking at her.

"DAMN IT! I SAID 'GET IN!' " she screamed as she shoved me into the
car. I forgot to duck and I smacked my head hard on the roof as I
tumbled onto the seat.

"OUCH! Babe, that hurt!" I complained.

"OH, SHUT UP, YOU BIG BABY!" she yelled slamming the door.

"Babe, what's wrong with you we -" I started to ask, but didn't get a
chance to finish.

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!" she screamed as she slapped me hard across the
face.

The slap stung my cheek, but it didn't hurt as much as it shocked me.
Her breath hissed between clenched teeth and she had a maniacal, almost
murderous look in her eyes that I had never seen from her before. NOW I
WAS SCARED!

"You son of a bitch. You bastard," she said coldly and calmly. "How
dare you embarrass me in front of my family like that. That WILL be the
last time that ever happens. You and I are going to get married, have
children and live happily ever after and all that other good stuff. Do
you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME?!!!"

"Y-Y-Yes, baby," I answered. I had seen her jealous fits before and had
seen her upset, but I had never seen her behave this way and I was
scared as to what she might do next. She crawled over to me like a
tigress stalking her prey. When she was close enough, she unbuckled my
belt and unzipped my pants. I lifted my hips as she pulled my underwear
and pants down.

"You are going to stay away from that whore of a sister of mine. Do you
understand?" she asked as she grabbed my cock and roughly stroked it.

"Yes, baby. I understand," I said as I felt her begin to squeeze my
balls. She squeezed roughly, but I didn't dare complain.

"Do you think that whore can fuck you better than I can?" she asked.

"N-N-No, baby. Nobody's better than you," I lied. Who the hell is
stupid enough to say anything different when a woman is squeezing their
balls?

The combination of her stroking me and the uncertainty of what was
going to happen next had my cock throbbing as it grew to its full
hardness and length. Abigail let go of my cock and removed my tie and
unbuttoned my shirt. Once she had my shirt opened she began kissing my
chest, which is very sensitive. I was enjoying this until I felt a
burning sensation on my left side.

"OOOOWWWW!" I yelled as Abigail sunk her teeth into my chest. She bit
me repeatedly.

When she finally stopped, I looked down and saw at least a dozen red
welts with teeth marks around them. My chest was burning because they
hurt so badly. Abigail still had the maniacal look in her eyes when she
grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

"The next time some slut comes up to you, you show her these," she said
pointing to my chest, "And you tell her you belong to me. NOW, LAY
DOWN!!!"

I obediently laid down and watched as Abigail hiked up the ruffles of
her long dress. I saw when she had the dress up past her waist a huge
dark spot on her light blue panties. She was soaked and it was easy to
she was getting off on treating me like shit. She sat back on the seat
and pushed the panties over her luscious hips, past her thick thighs
and down her shapely legs. I got even more excited because I knew we
were going to fuck or at least I would get to suck the juice from her
delicious pussy. She came over to me and put a foot on either side of
my head and lowered herself on my face. My mouth watered instantly. She
intertwined her fingers in my hair and roughly yanked up my head as she
started grinding her wet pussy on my forehead, my cheeks, nose, goatee,
everywhere. I was drunk with the musky smell of her cunt, but she
wasn't allowing me to lick it.

She then dismounted my face and pulled me to a sitting position by my
hair. Without saying a word, she mounted me. I felt the tip of my cock
press to her pussy and in one move, she impaled herself on my cock,
taking my full length.

As tight as she is and as thick as my cock is, I knew it hurt her and
she let out a scream. She buried her head in my shoulder and whimpered.
She had tried to keep up her intimidation, but this was too much for
her to handle and I knew she was in pain.

"Baby, are you okay?" I cooed sweetly in her ear. "Baby are - "

"SHUT UP, DAMN YOU!" she yelled once she regained her composure. "HELL
YES, I"M OKAY!! YOU THINK YOUR LITTLE PENCIL DICK IS GOING TO HURT
ME?!!!!"

WOW! Now that hurt! I knew she didn't mean it, but that was the straw
that broke my... ego. After this, Abigail began riding me slowly. Her
tight pussy was well-lubed and slid easily up and down my cock. She
tried to stifle her moans as if she weren't enjoying it, but her
attempts were futile.

"D-Do you like the way I... uuuhhhh... fuuuuck yooouuuu... uuuhhh,
baby?" she asked.

"Ooooohhhh, yeeeeessssss, baby. You're the best," I answered, too
scared to say anything else.

"You're damn right! Nobody... uuuhhh... can fuck you... uuuhhh better
than me," Abigail said as she increased the speed of her hip movement.
"Whose pussy is... uuuhhh... tighter than mine?"

I answered "nobody's" and that definitely was not a lie. With that,
Abigail humped me faster. By now she was nearly jumping up and down on
my cock while she rubbed her clit against my stomach.

"OOOOHHHH... OOOOOHHHH... FUCK!!! OH, GAAAAAWD!" Abigail yelled. She
was losing her composure and she clasped her arms around my neck. I saw
her eyes were shut tightly as she laid her head on my shoulder.

We were both moaning loudly as she jumped up and down on my lap. I
didn't think I could hold my load any longer when Abigail began
cumming.

"OH, FUCK!!! OOOOOHHHH... UUUHHH... UUUHHH... AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! UNH...
UNH... UNH!!!" Abigail screamed as she came. She also nearly strangled
me and she DID bite down hard on my shoulder. She stayed on my lap with
her head on my shoulder and she was whimpering. She lifted her head and
I saw the hair around her face was wet with perspiration and she had
the same glazed look in her eyes she always got after an orgasm.

"Do you wanna come now, baby? Oh, yyyyyyeessss. My baby wants to come
doesn't he?" she cooed teasingly.

"Oh, yeah, baby. I wanna come so badly." I said eagerly.

Upon hearing that she slowly moved up and down as her cunt muscles
tightened around my cock.

"Oh, yeah, baby. You love my tight little pussy don't you?" she asked.
"I'm prettier than my sister aren't I, baby? You'd rather fuck me any
ol' day wouldn't you?"

She moved slowly and forcefully as if she was jerking me off with her
cunt. After a few minutes of this and a lot of dirty talk I was ready
to blow my wad.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come," I said.

"You wanna come in my mouth, baby?" she asked. Naturally I said yes.

She climbed of my lap and told me to jerk myself off and aim it at her
mouth. I would rather have had her suck me off, but I didn't argue
because I was dying to relieve the pressure building up inside me.

"Oh, yeah, jack off for me, you dirty boy. Play with your big fat cock,
you nasty boy. Come on. Come in my mouth you hot stud," she encouraged.

I couldn't handle any more.

"OOOOHHHH, FUCK, BABY, SUCK IT! I'M GONNA COME! PLEASE SUCK ME!" I
begged. I felt her hand guide my cock as I shot my load. "OOOHHH,
FUUUUUUCK... AAAARRRRGGHHHH! FFFFFFUCK!"

After I caught my breath I looked down and saw I had jizz all over my
hand, thighs, stomach and even a couple of drops on my chest.

"W-W-What happened? Why didn't you... ?" I tried asking feebly,
wondering why she didn't suck me off.

"WHAT?!!! You think I'm gonna let YOU come in MY mouth after that
little display with that WHORE?!!! You must be out of your mind!" she
said with an ice cold look in her eyes. She then wiped some come off
her hand and onto my shirt. "Oh, here, I believe this belongs to you."

Abigail then took the colored handkerchief out of my coat's breast
pocket. She sat back on the seat across from me, hiked up her dress and
proceeded to wipe her thighs and her pussy clean. When she finished,
she threw the handkerchief at me, put her panties back on, rearranged
her dress, and fluffed her hair.

She opened the door and came over to me with a now maniacal look on her
face.

"If you ever do anything to embarrass me again, THIS is nothing compare
to what I'll do to you. Do you hear me?" she threatened. I could do
nothing, but nod my head weakly.

"Clean yourself up, you look RIDICULOUS! Now if you'll excuse me, I
have a whore to deal with," she said. She stepped out of the car and
turned around. "Oh, by the way... THANKS FOR THE FUCK!"

With that she slammed the door and I watched her stagger back to the
hall. I looked down at myself. My pants were around my ankles and my
shirt was laying open. I had come all over my thighs and torso. My
chest and left shoulder stung from where she had bitten me hard. I knew
the stinging from the back of my neck was from where she had dug her
fingernails into me when she was coming. I had never felt so humiliated
in my entire life. AND I'M SUPPOSED TO MARRY HER AND RISK A LIFETIME OF
THIS? Of course I began having second thoughts about marrying her.

I cleaned up as best I could and when I stepped out of the limousine, I
received rousing cheers and applause from the chauffeurs. Oh, shit, I
thought, I hope they don't know what really went on in there.

Once in the hall, I headed for the bathroom to wash up when I heard
screams coming from the ladies' dressing room. Antoinetta came running
down the hall and stopped when she saw me. I could see she had a
panicked look on her face.

"OH, RIC, THANK GOODNESS!" Antoinetta said, obviously relieved to see
me. She tugged hard at my hand. "YOU MUST COME QUICKLY! ABBY AND ANNIE
ARE FIGHTING! HURRY!"

We ran toward the ladies room and once inside I couldn't believe my
eyes! THERE WERE MY FIANCEE AND HER SISTER ROLLING AROUND ON THE
BATHROOM FLOOR!.

"ABBY, ANNIE! STOP IT! STOP IT!" Yelled poor Adrianna as she tried
futilely to pull Abigail off Anastasia. One of their cousins was also
trying to help. They then noticed me. "OH, RIC! HELP, PLEASE!!!

I was so shocked ( although I shouldn't have been) at what I was
witnessing that I didn 't move. I finally snapped out of it when I saw
Abigail climb on top of Anastasia, grab her by the hair and cock back
her fist. I ran over just in time to catch her fist. I grabbed and
yanked her off Anastasia as Abigail flailed with her arms and her legs.
At that moment, I heard Mrs. Van Doren's voice.

"OH, MY HEAVENS!!! WHAT KIND OF BEHAVIOR IS THIS FOR LADIES?!" Mrs. Van
Doren exclaimed.

Both girls accused each other of starting the fight. Abigail called
Anastasia a "whore" and she in turn called Abigail a "little lunatic."
Abigail fought like a tigress and tore from my grasp, but I caught her
before she could get at Anastasia. Her mother told me to take Abigail
out of the room and ordered me not to breathe a word to anybody since
there were many important people at the wedding and even some "high
society" magazines with photographers.

Once in the next room, I had to literally lay on top of Abigail to calm
her down. I finally succeeded and the rest of the night and the last
three days of our trip went relatively smooth. None of the family ever
spoke of the incident the rest of the time we were there.

* * * * * * * * *

After we got back Abigail became even more possessive and jealous.
(Yes, it is possible.) There were times when I didn't have to leave
home to do my work. I telecommuted. Of course I couldn't get much work
done with Abigail calling me every twenty or thirty minutes to see how
I was doing, to tell me she loved me, to tell me to come over for
dinner (we hadn't yet moved in together), etc. She always had an excuse
for calling, but I knew she was just checking to see if she could catch
me with anyone. She even bought me a pager and cell phone "in case of
emergencies."

I finally couldn't take any more and I called off our engagement. She
cried and promised she would change, something I had heard hundreds of
times. When that didn't work, she threatened me. I told her she needed
to seek "professional help" if we were ever to have a chance of getting
back together. When she finally realized I wouldn't take her back
unless she did, she agreed to seek help. I was miserable without her,
but I was more miserable with her.

She would call me with weekly updates and tell me her doctor said she
was making progress. This lasted for four months. I had only met with
her in crowded places during this time because I figured she was less
apt to cause a scene. But I did notice a gradual change in her. She
seemed to be more respectful of people and she was more sensitive to
others.

One night she called me up and invited me to dinner. She didn't insist
I come, but rather she said it would be good to see me again and she
would understand if I declined. She sounded so sincere that I decided
to accept her invitation and meet at her place.

I drove to her house and almost passed out when she answered the door.
She was dressed in a short, light blue, backless, summer dress that was
tied around her neck. Her legs were bare down to a matching pair of
toeless, high heels with straps. She wore her silky blond hair up (my
number one weakness and she knew it) and she greeted with the warmest
and most loving pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. All this was topped
by a sincere, pearly-white smile. She looked like an angel. We hugged
each other for a long time and then kissed each other on the cheek. I
was in love all over again and ready to take her back. We talked for a
few minutes, but before I could tell her that I thought we should give
our relationship another chance, she told me to wait in the living room
while she finished dinner.

When I walked into the living room, I was shocked.

"KEL?!!" I said, surprised to see her. Kelly was the last person I ever
expected to see in Abigail's company. Abigail was so jealous of Kelly's
and my relationship (even though she didn't know we were once a couple)
that Kelly usually stayed away. Kelly cried when I first told her that
I had become engaged because she said Abigail was going to make me
miserable. I gave her a big hug. "Oh, Kel it's so great to see you! But
what are you doing here?"

"I haven't the faintest idea," she answered. "She called me a few days
ago and told me it was part of her recovery or something and it would
do us all good if we talked."

I was really confused and wondered what Abigail was up to this time.
Had she really changed? Or was this just another one of her tricks?

Abigail served us dinner and she was just a little chatterbox all the
while. She was trying so hard to be the perfect hostess and she was so
nice to us both. Kelly didn't have much to say, she just kept looking
suspiciously at Abigail the whole time. The conversation then turned
serious. Abigail apologized to me for all her rotten behavior which
included the jealousy, conniving, making me miserable, etc., etc.

"Uh, I think I'm going to leave you two alone so you can talk," Kelly
said politely.

"No, no. Please, Kelly, stay," Abigail pleaded. "I want to apologize to
you, also. I know how important you are in Ric's life and I am soooo
sorry about how I've treated you."

We all talked openly and honestly for about an hour. Abigail talked
about her therapy and said her therapist said it would be good for her
to talk to us both to help her acknowledge and accept Kelly's and my
relationship. She explained further and then said something that,
little did I know, was to change the rest of my life.

"He (the therapist) thought we should spend time together so we can
learn to accept each other. And that's why I think it would be a good
idea if - " Abigail explained for the next couple of minutes as my eyes
popped out of my head in disbelief.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought: WHAT?!!! WHOA!!! WAIT
A MINUTE!!! WHAT THE HELL DID SHE JUST SAY?!!!

Kelly is as blunt as any person I've ever known and nothing shocks her.
But when I looked at her, her eyes and mouth were wide open. She was
absolutely dumbfounded. We both were. I somehow regained my voice and
when I was finally able to speak, I asked Abigail:

"Uh... excuse me. WHA-WHA-... WHAT did you just say... ?"


Part V

"Take My Fiancee... Please!"

by Ric

(hetero sex, anal sex, oral sex, lesbian sex, voyeurism)

* * * * * * * * * *

Of all the bombshells ever dropped on me to this point by Abigail, this
was the ultimate. I sat still, studying Abigail's face trying to figure
out if I had heard correctly.

"Can you repeat that one more time?" I asked, positive that I would
hear differently this time.

"Sure. I want to watch you have sex with Kelly," Abigail said with a
sincere smile and expectant eyes.

"Is this your idea of a joke? You CAN'T be serious!!!" I said. But
looking at Abigail, I knew she was 100% serious.

"Of course I'm serious. I told you the doctor strongly suggested we do
some things together to help us - or me anyway - learn acceptance,"
Abigail said frankly.

Just then Kelly broke out into laughter. I was so overwhelmed I had
totally forgotten, until that moment, that she was still there.

"Uh, Abigail, I think he meant things like go on a picnic, go to a show
or something along that line," Kelly said with a straight face. But
even she couldn't help the absurdity of the suggestion and started to
crack up. "But I seriously doubt... hahahaha... that he meant for...
hahaha... you to watch me fuck your man... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Kelly laughed so hard tears ran down her face. It was infectious and
soon Abigail and I were also in stitches. After we all calmed down a
bit, we still giggled lightly. I looked at Abigail and she smiled at
me. She looked so adorable.

"Oooohhhhh, you're so adorable. I never knew you had such a crazy sense
of humor! Oooohhhh, I still love you so much" I said leaning towards
her.

"Ooohhh, babe, I love you, too," she said as our lips met. I kissed her
longingly and sweetly for the first time in four months. When we broke
the kiss Abigail added: "But I'm not kidding. I'm absolutely serious."

"I thought you told me you'd changed," I said in disappointment. "It
looks like your just up to your old tricks again. What's the game this
time?"

"Hold on a second, baby, let me just explain. Okay... ummm... when I
was about 16 years old..." Abigail explained.

She told Kelly and I that when she was 16 years old one of her friends
showed her a porno tape and she became hooked on watching them. She
went on to describe how one of her older friends would rent the movies
for her and she would masturbate to them late at night. She said
masturbation fulfilled her more than anyone ever could. That's the
reason Abigail was still pretty inexperienced at age 23 (when we first
met). She told me I was the only one who ever gave her sexual
satisfaction. (Had she not added that part, I may have had to wring her
neck!)

"I no longer had the need for movies when you and I were together, so I
got rid of them. And when you left me I bought a couple," she
explained. "But I really like one in particular."

"Oh, yeah. How GOOD is it?" Kelly asked with a grin.

Abigail ran into her bedroom and came back smiling, showing us a plain,
black, unlabeled videotape.

"So, what's so special about this tape?" I asked, but not really
caring.

"Weeelll, let's just say I'm in love with the actor in this movie,"
Abigail said. And with the sly grin on her face, I knew she must be
hiding something.

"Oh, great. I come back to say we should give our relationship another
chance. But before I have the opportunity, you tell me you want me to
fuck my best friend while you watch and now you tell me you're in love
with a porn star. Weeeellll, I guess that'll do it for my night," I
said as I rose to leave.

"No, no, please, babe, stay!" Abigail pleaded as she put her hands to
my chest and gently pushed me down. She looked at me with her "sad
puppy dog look" which always worked on me. "Please, baby, this will
explain everything. I promise."

"Awww, come on, don't be a jealous party pooper," Kelly chastised me.
"This has my curiosity up. I want to see what's so special about this
video."

HELL, YES, I WAS JEALOUS!!!

"Oh, all right, damnit!" I relented. "But I'm not staying long."

I don't know why, but after several minutes of Abigail's pleading I
promised her I wouldn't be mad about the video and how she had acquired
it. She then popped the video into the VCR.

"I'm fast forwarding it to my favorite part," she said with an excited
smile. Then she looked at me nervously. "Remember, you promised not to
get mad!

As soon as she turned on the VCR, I could see the video was homemade
because the time and date were in the bottom corner of the screen. The
sound was muffled, but fairly audible. The picture was dark in some
spots, but all the penetration and sucking were relatively visible. The
date read 1987 (this night happened to be March 1996). There was a guy
with dark hair and a dark mustache holding open the legs of a black
haired girl who was on her back. The guy had a pretty decent sized cock
(not that I look for those things) and he bent the girl's legs back
over her head. At her insistence, he started ramming her.

"OH, YEAH, THAT'S IT, FUCK ME WITH YOUR HARD COCK!!!" The girl screamed
as the guy gave it to her hard. After nearly 10 minutes of this, the
girl started cumming. "OH, FUCK YES, R-R-R-IGHT THERE... UNHUNH...
DON'T STOP!!!!! I'M FUCKIN' C-C-C-OM... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH...
FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!"

"Damn, bitch! Your fuckin' loud!" said a female voice from behind the
camera as Girl #1 recovered.

"I'm next! I'm next!" A second female voice said.

"Move over," the guy said playfully slapping the freshly fucked girl on
the ass.

This guy hadn't come yet and Girl #2 was getting rammed doggie style.
After about 15 minutes, the girl came and the guy asked the two
previously fucked girls to lie down face to face. He alternately fucked
both their mouths for a minute or so and then jerked a big load on both
girls' face. Each girl greedily lapped the cum off each other's face
and then french kissed hotly and deeply to savor the taste.

"WHEW!" The guy sighed. "Give me about 10 minutes and I'll be ready."

Someone shut off the camera and Abigail paused the VCR.

"Wow! Was that hot or what?!" she said as she squirmed on the couch and
squeezed her thighs together.

"I'll say. I'm impressed," Kelly said with a smile. "That guy's quite a
stud."

"Oh, yeah, I'm really impressed," I said sarcastically as I rolled my
eyes and looked at Abigail. I didn't want to admit that I was jealous
about her getting excited over this guy. "You're hot over this stupid
asshole?! Gimme a break!"

"Wait, babe, let's finish watching. Remember, you promised!" Abigail
said.

Abigail turned it on and in a couple of seconds, someone started
panning the room with the camera.

"Hey, bitch! Down here! Yelled a voice that sounded like Girl #3.

The person taping lowered the camera and it showed the light, brown
haired Girl #3 giving the guy a blow job. You could tell she was very
experienced because she was taking this guy all the way to the balls
and down her throat. The guy finally hardened and he commanded her to
get on her knees. He kissed, sucked, licked and lubed up her asshole
with gobs of saliva and his finger.

The guy had eaten ass and now he was ready to butt fuck Girl #3. This
caught my attention because they happen to be two of my favorite sexual
activities. The camera switched to the guy's cockhead at the tightly
closed opening of her asshole.

"Oh, my goodness," Abigail said. "This is disgusting! (Something she
had always said of anal sex.) But I'm amazed the way that girl takes
his whole thingy in her little tushy."

"Geez, no kidding," Kelly chimed in. "Any girl that skinny should be
given a medal for taking that fat thing up her ass."

As soon as the guy slipped his cockhead passed her sphincter, he slowly
slid all the way in.

"Oh, fffffuuuuuuuuuuck, yeeeaaaahhhh," Girl #3 said with a long, low
moan. "Oh, c'mon now. Fuck my ass good. Ass fuck me so hard I won't be
able to sit. C'mon you fucking stud!"

As the scene unfurled, Kelly put her hand to her face and giggled.

"Oh, my God! I can't believe it!" Kelly said with an embarrassed grin.
"Abigail WHERE EVER did you get this tape?

"I can't tell you... yet," Abigail said with giggle.

"You can't believe what?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me? What do you mean 'what?' " Kelly asked with a look
of surprise while Abigail giggled. "Okay, never mind. Just keep
watching. This is a GREAT tape! Uh... so far, I mean!"

Kelly giggled and covered her mouth as if she were keeping a secret. It
was my turn to be impressed when I saw the guy ramming Girl #3's ass
harder than I've ever seen a girl buttfucked before. They both grunted
and groaned like dogs while Girls #1 and #2 cheered him on. I'll have
to admit I was a little turned on.

"OH, FUCK YEAH!!!" she screamed and rested on her elbows for more
comfort. "C'MON... MAKE ME YOUR... UNHUNHUNH... ASS WHORE!!! HARDER...
H-H-HAR... UNHUNHUNHUNH... HARDER!!!

The camera showed a close up of the guy's contorted face. He sneered
and showed no mercy as he hammered her ass.

"TAKE IT... UNH... ALL, YOU FUCKIN'... UNH... WHORE!!!" The guy
grunted.

Abigail and Kelly were both laughing, but I couldn't understand why.

"Oh, my God, Kelly!" Came a voice from beyond the camera. "You are SUCH
a WHORE!"

"Kelly," I thought to myself as I heard the familiar name. Who... what
the..?.

"What? Wait... hold on a second... Lemme see that remote!" I mumbled as
I snatched it out of Abigail's hands.

I rewound the video back to the close up of the guy's face and paused.
I stared for a few seconds, then put my hand to my face and shut my
eyes tightly.

"Oh, my God. Oooohhh man. Holy shhhhh... oooohhhh, wow..." I mumbled
weakly without looking up. "Babe, where did you get this tape?

THERE ON THE SCREEN, FROZEN BY THE PAUSE BUTTON, WAS ME, WITH MY COCK
BURIED IN KELLY'S ASS!!!!!!!

I hadn't recognized us right away because Kelly had dyed her hair
blonde for so long I would occasionally forget that she was a natural
brunette. She was also about 10 lbs. lighter which made her look
scrawny - a contrast of the nice slender body she now had. I had my
hair styled a different way and only had the mustache back then. I had
had my goatee for so long that I didn't recognize myself without one.
And it must have been summer because my skin was a little darker. We
also were around nine years younger. I was 20 at the time and I think
Kelly had recently turned 19.

"I'll ask you one more time," I said still covering my face. "Where did
you get this tape?"

"Okay, but remember... you promised not to get mad..." Abigail said
smiling nervously.

Abigail explained that she thought I had broken off our engagement
because I was involved with another woman. She hired a private
investigator to follow me around and he told her he had seen me at an
opera "with a very pretty blonde." Unbeknownst to Abigail, the "very
pretty blonde" the detective was referring to was Kelly. When he
reported this to Abigail, she went to my apartment demanding to know
who the woman was, but I had gone to visit my family for the day. She
ransacked my place looking for any clue as to the woman's identity.
When she went through my closet, she found the tape in a box full of
old fraternity stuff and watched it. We were crazy enough to give our
names at the beginning. She was livid because she thought I had cheated
on her until she noticed the date in the corner and realized it was an
old tape. She blushed a deep crimson when she admitted to watching the
tape every day and "diddling" herself at least twice a day.

"I'm sorry I took so long to confess that I was the one who went
through your place. Do you forgive me?" Abigail pleaded.

"I forgave you the night it happened. When I came home, I called the
cops and the detective asked me if anyone else had access to my place
because there weren't any signs of forced entry. I remembered you not
only still had my spare key, but also the nerve to do such a thing," I
explained. "So I just let it go without giving them your name because I
knew they would have arrested you. Oh, and by the way, say "hello" to
the pretty blonde that was with me that night at the opera," I said
pointing to Kelly.

I looked back at the screen. I didn't even know I still had that box of
stuff, let alone the tape.

"All right, all right, enough already," Kelly said with a smile. "Turn
it back on, my favorite part is CUMMING up."

I laughed and shook my head as I pushed "play." The video showed me
assault Kelly's ass for at least 20 more minutes. All told, the fuck
lasted almost a half hour. After she came a couple of times I finally
shot my load up her ass. After my dick softened, I pulled out and
grabbed the camera. The other two girls took turns tonguing Kelly's
asshole and sucking out the cum.

When the tape ended Kelly and I laughed and explained about how we were
on our way back from a fraternity party and we picked up a couple of
her friends. I remember telling the girls I could take them all on with
no problem. Of course Kelly is the one who suggested we film it.

That's when we finally admitted to Abigail that we had once dated and
while we were always monogamous to whoever our significant other was,
we had sex when we weren't dating anyone. I hadn't told Abigail before
that Kelly was an ex-girlfriend because I was afraid she'd treat her
even worse than usual. After we finished our twisted little stroll down
memory lane, we all sat quietly for a few seconds.

"Well... what do you two think?" Abigail asked us.

"About what?" I asked innocently.

"Well... will you two have sex while I watch?" Abigail asked.

Abigail and I bantered back and forth for a few minutes. I told her I
didn't want anyone else and she told me she would love nothing more
than to watch me with Kelly in person.

"Soooooo, Abigail, you want to watch us have sex, huh? Hmmmm." Kelly
said. I know Kelly and the look in her eyes and her hand on her chin
told me she was deep in devious thought. "Can you leave us alone a
minute?"

Abigail left the room and Kelly and I discussed the scenario. She said
the movie had her dying to take my cock up her ass and I would be lying
if I said I wasn't in agreement.

"Remember, you haven't taken her back yet. It won't be cheating. You're
still single!" Kelly rationalized. "I'm horny, you're horny. We've
fucked in front of an audience too many times to remember, so what's
the difference? I can tell by the look in here eyes that she's sincere.
She really wants this to happen. And let me add this... that little,
snobby ass prude you met over a year ago wants to explore new sexual
horizons and you my friend, are responsible. Believe it or not!"

I had to agree. I remember being sexually frustrated with Abigail
because she was relatively conservative in the sex department. She was
afraid to do a lot of things I suggested for fear that they would make
her feel freaky. And now here I was, horny as hell and my chance to
fuck an ass for the first time in almost a year and a half.

"Besides, I wouldn't mind having a piece of that tight, little body
myself," Kelly added.

"Oh, no. That'll never happen. She thinks that's sickening. Didn't you
see her during the movie? She wasn't watching those (girl/girl) parts,"
I said.

"Hmmm, we'll see," said Kelly with a smile.

Just then I came up with a notion that would put an end to this
nonsense once and for all. We walked into Abigail's bedroom where she
had been sitting quietly and expectantly.

"Okay," I said as we walked into the room. "We'll do it."

"WHAT?! REALLY?!! WOW!!!" Abigail exclaimed. She excitedly bounded to
an armchair near her bed. Her eyes were so wide you would have thought
she was a little kid at Christmas. "OKAY, GUYS... GO AHEAD!!!

"Okay, but first things first," I said as I placed a sensuous music CD
in Abigail's stereo. "I have a request of my own to ask of you."

"Sure, babe... anything! Just name it!" Abigail said. She still hadn't
changed her enthusiastic facial expression.

"I want you and Kelly to dance for me and get me warmed up," I said.

"I'd love to," Kelly answered while kicking off her high heeled pumps
and jumping on the bed.

Kelly danced slowly, gyrated her hips and spun around on the bed. She's
an excellent dancer and she periodically lifted her short tight black
dress to reveal her slender thighs and her tight little ass. I was very
surprised to see she was wearing panties.

"Hey, Abigail," Kelly said seductively. "Ric tells me you're a fabulous
dancer. Come on up here and let's see if we can get him nice and
stiff."

"Well, I did take classes for many years," Abigail said. "I guess I'm
okay."

Abigail's better than "okay," she's the best dancer I've ever seen. At
my insistence she undid the straps on her heels kicked them off and
joined Kelly on the bed. Both their bodies moved slowly and seductively
as they trained their eyes on me.

:"Wow, Abigail you sure are a terrific dancer," Kelly said to Abigail
with a lecherous look in her eyes.

"Oh, thank you, Kelly. But please, call me Abby," she said smiling.

I knew Abigail had finally warmed up to Kelly because she only let's
her friends call her "Abby." Kelly suggested they strip for me and she
slowly slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders while she jutted
out her cupcake titties. I could see her hardened nipples trying to
poke through the material of her dress. She seductively slid the dress
over her torso, passed her thighs, down her legs and kicked it to the
floor. She was clad now in only a pair of lacy, black, see-through,
panties. Abigail giggled as she followed suit. She untied the strap
around her neck and soon her light blue, spring dress was also in a
heap on the floor. She wore a matching set of light blue, lacy,
lingerie.

"Here, Abby, let me help you off with that harness," said Kelly. Abby
faced me as Kelly slowly undid her bra. Her hands reached around
Abigail's sides as she lifted the small cups and "accidentally" rubbed
across Abigail's firm titties. A surprised look flashed across
Abigail's face as her nipples popped instantaneously to attention.
Kelly whispered something in Abigail's ear and she giggled and nodded.

"Well, then show him," Kelly suggested.

With that, Abigail grasped the footboard of her brass bed, grabbed the
inside of her knee then lifted her leg to the side and above her head.
She volunteered to help with the prep academy's gymnastics team so she
was still really limber. She smiled lewdly and I saw a huge dark spot
on her light blue panties.

"You see how horny she gets when she strips for her man?" Kelly asked.
"Oh, Abby dear, we must get you out of those wet things."

Before Abby knew what was happening, Kelly was kneeling behind her and
tugging at her panties. She slowly caressed Abigail's thick thighs as
she pulled down her panties. Abigail spread her legs a bit when her
panties got stuck in her crotch and I could see her wet inner thighs
glistening in the light. Kelly asked Abigail for help to pull her
panties off and in a matter of seconds, both were standing naked on the
bed and facing me.

What a contrast. Kelly has tanned skin and stands a slender 5-foot 5.
Abigail has milky white skin and measures about 5 feet tall. Kelly, has
long slender legs and a nice, tight, little ass. Abigail has muscular
legs, thick thighs and a delicious bubble butt. Kelly's is a bottle
blonde with short hair and her brown pubic hair is limited to a diamond
above her mound. Abigail has long, flowing, naturally, blonde hair
(which she wore it up on this night) and her blonde pubic hair is
trimmed into a thin strip all the way through her crotch.

"WOW!!! I'm looking at the two hottest women on the face of the Earth!"
I exclaimed.

"Oh, pulease, babe. I feel so inferior next to Kelly's beautiful body.
I'm so jealous," Abigail said with a cute little pout.

Each argued that the other's body was better than her's and they even
compared their bodies bit by bit.

"Look at your breasts, Kelly," Abigail whined. "They're so much nicer
than mine."

"But were about the same size," Kelly protested. "Neither of us really
needs to wear a bra."

"Yes, but at least yours are round. Look at mine," Abigail complained.
"They're pointy. They're... they're... well, they're... what did you
call them, baby?"

"Banana titties," I replied.

"Don't worry, Abby, I think you've got awesome boobs and they always
show under your clothes," Kelly said moving until she was behind
Abigail. Once there, she ran her hands along Abigail's ribcage and
cupped and her titties. "They're sooooo firm and you've got the most
beautiful and thickest nipples I've ever seen."

"Well... uh... uh... th-thank you, K-Kelly," Abigail said nervously as
she squirmed slightly for Kelly's touch. Abigail happens to think that
two women kissing or having sex is THE most disgusting thing in the
world. I knew she was extremely uncomfortable.

Kelly continued squeezing Abigail's firm titties and gently pulled at
her big nipples until they were beet red - one of her signs that she's
raring to go. Encouraged by this, Kelly trailed soft kisses from her
ear to her cheek and towards her mouth. My poor Abigail had a look of
sheer panic in her wide, blue eyes as she looked at me to save her.
Kelly pulled Abigail's face toward her by the chin and kissed her
deeply for several seconds. I was very turned on by this and my cock
throbbed painfully

"Uhhh... whoa... uhhh... Kelly, I'm sorry, but... I-I-I don't do
that..." Abigail tried to explain nervously. She appeared to be
struggling to catch her breath as she backed further away from Kelly.
"I-I'm n-n-not a lesbian. Tell her, babe."

"Oh, that's okay, sweetie because I'm not a lesbian either. But I do
like women from time to time," Kelly explained with an frank smile

"Well, I don't. Uhhh... s-s-sorry..."Abigail apologized weakly.

"Remember I said I had a request of my own and you told me to 'name it'
and you'd do it?" I asked and Abigail nodded. "Well, I WILL have sex
with Kelly only if YOU'LL have sex with her first."

"WHAT?! OH, NO! NO, NO, NO!" Abigail exclaimed shaking her head, her
eyes wide with amazement. "Babe, you know I think that's disgusting.
There's no way I'll do that!"

"How do you know it's disgusting, hon?" Kelly asked sweetly. "Have you
ever tried it?"

"Of course not!" Abigail cried.

"Then how do you know it's disgusting?" Kelly asked. "You should try it
at least once. Who knows? You may even like it. I know I did... or
rather... still do."

This was precisely the plan I had to get rid of this nonsense. I knew
damn well Abigail would never go for having sex with another woman.
Therefore, that would do away with her ridiculous request of watching
Kelly and I have sex. Although I always enjoyed watching Kelly with
other women, I had no desire to see Abigail with another woman. I was
curious however, to see how far she could be pushed.

We all talked about what was happening and what WASN'T going to happen.
I then realized that Kelly had switched to her sweet, soft, bedroom
voice. Kelly is a great seductress and I could see she was trying to
work her magic on Abigail. Before long Kelly was massaging her arms and
shoulders while Abigail let out an occasional sigh. Kelly then
whispered something in her ear.

"You think so? Well,... okay, just for a little bit. But you have to
promise to stop if I say so," Abigail relented and Kelly agreed.

Abigail shut her eyes tightly as Kelly drew her face closer and kissed
her softly on the lips several times. If I knew Kelly, it wouldn't take
her long to find Abigail's weak spots. Kelly continued kissing her
softly as she ran her hand down the flesh between Abigail's titties - a
weak spot. She traced a path down to her hard flat belly - another weak
spot - and then up to her rib cage and to her shoulder. All the while,
Abigail sat obediently, but too timid to return Kelly's kisses. Kelly
reached up and gently but firmly, caressed the side and back of
Abigail's neck.

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh," Abigail opened her mouth and moaned softly. When she
did, Kelly slowly slid her tongue into Abigail's mouth. For the first
time, Abigail returned Kelly's kisses as the two moaned into each
other's mouths. They French kissed one another while Kelly gently
rubbed and pinched Abigail's big nipples. When Abigail began squirming,
I knew she was putty in Kelly's hands.

"Ooooooohhhhhh... uuuuuhhhhhh... I can't believe I'm doing thissss,"
Abigail whimpered breathlessly. I couldn't believe it either."

Ssssshhhhhh... don't think, just enjoy it," Kelly whispered as she
nibbled and licked Abigail's ear.

Abigail then broke the lip lock and the two whispered in each others
ears for several seconds.

"I don't know. I'll ask him," Kelly said. Then she looked at me. "Hey,
sweetie, she wants to know if this is enough."

"Hmmm. Uh, babe, when you and I used to have sex didn't we both always
come?" I asked. "Sex isn't sex unless everyone involved comes."

She gave me an desperate look. I no longer wanted to let her off the
hook, I was so turned on I actually wanted her to go all the way. Kelly
caressed her and explained the situation and planted a big, wet kiss on
her lips. Abigail returned the kiss as Kelly lightly caressed Abigail's
thighs. When Kelly moved to her sensitive inner thighs, Abigail
instinctively opened them and I knew she had surrendered totally. Kelly
trailed kisses down Abigail's chest and stomach. Once she reached her
inner thighs, Abigail began to whimper. I wondered to myself if she was
enjoying this or if she wanted to see Kelly and I have sex that badly.
Kelly planted a big kiss on Abigail's puffy, pink cunt lips.

"Ooooooohhhh, nooooo, Kelly... sssssstop... pleeeaaassse..." Abigail
protested weakly. She tried to close her thighs, but since Kelly was
already between them, she only succeeded in wrapping her them around
Kelly's neck. I pulled the chair closer to get a better look. I could
see Kelly licking up and down Abigail's wet slit and then bury her
tongue to the hilt in her pussy.

"Oooohhhhhh, mmmyyyyy Gawwwwd. P-P-Please don't tell... uuuhhh...
anyone..." Abigail whispered quietly.

Kelly withdrew her tongue and inserted her finger into Abigail and
commented on how lucky I was to have such a tight woman. Abigail
wriggled and moaned while Kelly used her lips and teeth to tug at her
cunt lips. I knew Abigail was receiving the tongue lashing of her life
because Kelly is the one who taught me how to eat pussy. After only a
few minutes, I saw the familiar signs of Abigail's impending orgasm as
she rotated her hips around Kelly's tongue.

"Ooohhhh... I can't believe I'm... mmmmm... going to... oooohhh...
nooooooo" Abigail moaned softly, but didn't get to finish her sentence.
She arched her back, clamped her powerful thighs around Kelly's neck
and began bucking her hips. Abigail always screamed like a banshee
whenever she came, but this time she just gasped quietly and then went
limp.

"OH, FUCK! HOLY SHIT!" Kelly exclaimed as Abigail's thighs loosened
their death grip around her neck. Kelly gasped for air as she calmed
down. "Geez, I thought I was going to suffocate. Wow! You've got a
powerful woman there. And she tastes great, too!"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't! I was both shocked and mesmerized by
what I had just witnessed that you could have knocked me over with a
feather.

Abigail had rolled over with her back turned to us and draped the
bedspread over her naked body. She was quiet and I could hear her
sniffling. I went from being totally aroused to totally limp and being
ashamed that I had goaded her into such a thing. I looked at Kelly and
gave her a knowing glance that I would handle the matter.

I walked around to the other side of the bed, but she covered her head
when she saw me. I rubbed her shoulder through the cover.

"Hey. Hey," I whispered. "Are you okay? What's wrong? Say something."

"I'm just... so... so ashamed," Abigail said quietly through the
blanket. She finally allowed me to pull the bedspread back and look at
her. "Oh... I just can't believe it. I just... oh no."

"What? What can't you believe?" I asked.

"Well... I guess I... oh no. You promise you won't think I'm weird?"
she inquired.

"Of course not," I replied. "What is it?"

Well, I... I guess I kind of... you know... well... I guess I kind
of... enjoyed it," she said with her voice trailing off and refusing to
make eye contact. Then she quickly added: "But just a little."

The confession made my limp cock stir a little and start to throb
again.

"Well, what's wrong with that?" I asked with a smile.

"You don't understand!" she whined. "I don't want to be a lesbian! I
want to be with you!"

"Oh, Abby, is that what your so upset about?" Kelly questioned with a
smile. "This doesn't make you a lesbian! It just means you like a
little variety. There is absolutely nothing wrong with what you just
did."

"Really? Are you sure?" Abigail asked while she appeared to seek our
approval. "Or are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

We assured her we were serious and after talking for a few minutes, she
calmed down.

"Whew!" Abigail sighed, brushing her hand across her forehead. "For a
minute there I thought I was freaky or something. Babe, your not
disgusted with me are you?"

"Does this look like I'm disgusted with you!" I asked, pointing to the
growing bulge in my crotch.

We all laughed and Abigail and I kissed deeply. She then turned around
and blushed deeply as she leaned forward to kiss Kelly. Many things
turn me on, but nothing can turn me on faster than seeing to women
sharing a deep kiss. I rubbed my cock through my pants as Abigail and
Kelly kissed deeply, like two reunited lovers.

"Damn! One thing's for certain!" Kelly blurted out. "This woman sure
can kiss!"

"Hell, yes she can kiss!" I agreed as I unbuckled my belt. "And now
I've got something for her to kiss!"

Abigail giggled excitedly as she caressed the bulge in my pants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a minute, you two" Kelly ordered. She
pointed to Abigail. "This hot little bitch and I aren't finished, yet."

"What do you mean, Kel?" Abigail asked confusedly. "It's your turn with
him. Isn't it?"

Kelly reached over and stroked Abigail's soft cheek.

"Honey, I just ate your pretty little pussy," Kelly said. Do you think
I'm going to let you get away without having you eat mine?"

"What?! Me?! Do THAT to you?!" Abigail asked incredulously. "Oh, no,
no, no, no,! There's no way I can do THAT! I just can't... you know...
I can't... oh, no way! Tell her, babe!"

"Sorry, darling" I said shaking my head. "But you know what they say -
it's better to give than to receive."

"I-I just don't think I can do THAT." Abigail said. "I know I wouldn't
be any good at it.."

"Oh, dearie," Kelly said, laying back on the bed and pulling Abigail
toward her. "Don't you know women are natural pussy eaters?"

"Well,... I'M not!" Abigail replied.

"Of course you are. No one knows their way around your pussy like you
do," Kelly explained. "Just do what feels good to you on someone else.
Then explore from there and learn a little more."

"I don't know. I think you guys are crazy," Abigail protested.

"WE'RE crazy?" I asked. "YOU'RE the one that wants to watch me have sex
with another woman! By the way, just how badly do you want to see me
fuck Kelly?

"Well, pretty badly," Abigail said quietly.

"How badly did you say?" said Kelly who was laying back on the bed. She
had a smile on her face as she rubbed her pussy.

"Oh, my God," Abigail said. "Well,... if either of you ever breathe a
word of this to anyone I swear I'll never speak to you again."

We assured her we wouldn't tell anyone. My dick throbbed with the
anticipation as Kelly pulled Abigail down to a laying position between
her legs. Once Abigail had her head between Kelly's legs she just
stared at Kelly's cunt. I pulled the chair closer to get a better view
and I could see Kelly's pink cunt lips glistening with her juices.

"Go ahead, sweetie, touch her," Kelly said. "She won't bite you. She's
no different from your's."

At Kelly's insistence, Abigail reached out a finger and tentatively
touched her puffy cunt lips.

"Hmm... it's kind of soft," Abigail commented.

"Of course it is silly," Kelly chuckled. "Like I said, it's no
different from your's. Now... pucker up, sweetheart, she's dying for a
kiss."

"Oh, my God," Abigail said as she covered her eyes, shook her head and
giggled nervously. "I can't believe I'm actually going to do this."

Kelly reached behind Abigail's head and unsnapped her hair braid.
Abigail's long platinum blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders and
Kelly fluffed it out. Abigail leaned forward until her face was almost
touching Kelly's hot, wet cunt. I could see Abigail's nostrils twitch
as she sniffed what I knew was the sweet aroma of Kelly's pussy.
Kelly's scent must have mesmerized Abigail because a sudden fixed look
came into her eyes. Abigail then puckered her lips and timidly planted
a soft kiss on Kelly's pussy.

"Oooooo, yessss... mmmmm... kiss me again," Kelly said as she let out a
long contented sigh. Abigail obliged her and kissed Kelly two more
times. "Mmmmm, that feels so good. Use you tongue now, sweetie."

I had a side view less than a foot from where the action was taking
place. I saw Abigail smack her lips, apparently tasting Kelly's juices.
She then slowly stuck out her tongue and wiped the nectar from her
lips. It reminded me of the first time she sucked my cock. I felt my
cock pushing against my zipper in anticipation. Abigail closed her
eyes, stuck out her tongue and made contact with Kelly's pussy.

"Ooooohhhh, yeeeeaaahhh... that's it, sweetie, lick my pussy," Kelly
hissed as Abigail slowly began lapping her cunt with more frequency.
"Oooohhhhh, this feels so fuckin' good."

Abigail sped up the pace and began lapping the length of Kelly's pussy
with long paintbrush like strokes. I heard Abigail moaning and humming
deep within her throat - the same contented noise she made whenever she
sucked on my cock.

I sat in stunned silence. I couldn't believe my straight laced
girlfriend was eating pussy! AND SHE WAS ENJOYING HERSELF!!! I squeezed
my cock through my pants. I tried to avoid jacking off because I wanted
to fuck them both, but it was murder. I had a hard on that was dying
for attention. Instead, I engrossed myself in the incredible scene in
front of me.

"Ooooo, bite my lips and pull on them... mmmm yeah, that's it," Kelly
ordered. Abigail tugged repeatedly on Kelly's lips until they snapped
out of her mouth and back to her hot cunt. "OH, YEAH! C'MON YOU
BITCH... DO IT HARDER!!! OOOOOHHHHH, FUCK YEEAAHHH!!!

Without being instructed, Abigail jammed her tongue into Kelly's pussy
and began tongue fucking her. Kelly moaned loudly and arched her back.
After fucking her for a minute or so, Abigail began swirling her
tongue, stirring Kelly's steaming honey pot.

"OOOHHHH, GAAAWWDDD!!! OOOHHHH... UNH... UNH... MAN CAN THIS...
OOOOOO... BITCH EAT PUSSY!!!" Kelly exclaimed as she used both hands to
shove Abigail's head deeper into her crotch.

Abigail broke the grip long enough to slide her hand down and stick a
finger into Kelly's cunt. After she did this, Kelly begged for a second
finger and then a third.

"OH, YEAH! HARDER... FUCK ME HARDER... FASTER... FASTER!!!" Kelly
pleaded.

As Abigail began pistoning her fingers into Kelly's hole, she leaned
over and began tonguing her hard clit. Kelly wriggled as Abigail shook
her head from side to side, crushing and rubbing her clit with her
tongue. Although I've seen Kelly come thousands of times, I rarely saw
her thrashing about the way she was now. She moaned and arched her back
to meet Abigail's fingers and tongue.

"AW, FUCK... FUCK... FUCK... UNH... YES, UUUHHHH...
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Kelly screamed as she lost herself deep in
the throes of a monster orgasm. Her hips spasmed wildly and her fingers
were entangled in Abigail's hair as she held her head captive between
her thighs.

After Kelly calmed down, I was stunned to see Abigail still lapping up
the rest of her juices. She was using her tongue to mop up the insides
of Kelly's thighs. Kelly is always hypersensitive in that area after
coming and her body jumped a couple of times, so she pulled Abigail
away from her crotch and up to her face by her hair. Once they were
face to face, Kelly started kissing Abigail with fervor and Abigail
returned her kisses hungrily. I could see that they were shoving their
tongues into each others mouths and loudly smacking their lips
together.

I couldn't take anymore. I finally ripped off my clothes and started
pulling on my aching cock. As I watched Kelly lick her own juices off
Abigail's cheeks and chin, I moved towards the bed, bound to get in on
the action.

"So you've never eaten pussy before, eh? Mmmm, you little liar," Kelly
said teasingly.

"I never have... really," Abigail defended herself. "I hope I did
okay."

"OKAY?! Holy shit you're FAN-FUCKIN'-TASTIC!" Kelly exclaimed. "I told
you you're a natural pussy-eater.,"

"Well, I just did what my baby always does to me... or rather USED to
do to me." Abigail explained.

"Well, you don't need HIM anymore, I think I'll keep you for myself."
Kelly giggled as she pulled Abigail toward her.

As crazy as it seems, a twinge of jealousy shot through me. Kelly is an
awesome lover, what if Abigail really did turn into a lesbian? I shook
the thought away and regained my cool.

"Hey, wait a minute. I think I've been neglected for way too long," I
said as I looked down at my stiff cock.

"Awwww, you poor baby," Kelly cooed. "You look like you need some
loving."

Kelly and Abigail both reached down and each used a hand to stroke my
cock. I moaned at the feeling of pure heaven. I kissed Kelly then
grabbed Abigail and kissed her deeply.

"Oh, no you don't, mister!" Abigail shrieked as she backed away from
me, letting go of my cock. "I believe it's YOUR turn with Kelly!"

"And you would be correct," Kelly said. "Let's do it, hot stuff. I
haven't had a really good dicking since you two started dating."

I was dying to fuck Abigail, but I also wanted to fuck Kelly. Sex with
Abigail was great because of the intensity of our emotions, but she
just couldn't compare to Kelly, who was still the hottest piece of ass
I had ever had.

"Are you sure you want us to go through with this?" I asked Abigail. I
didn't want us to have any regrets.

"Oh, boy, do I!!!" Abigail exclaimed with wide eyes. She jumped off the
bed and pulled the armchair to the other side of the bed and then sat
down.

"Okay, guys! Give me a good show!" Abigail squealed with delight.

I laid back, still a little apprehensive that Abigail would have second
thoughts. Kelly wasted little time, she leaned over my rock hard cock
and immediately bathed the head with her tongue. After a few seconds,
she took half my cock into her mouth and had me moaning. I looked at
Abigail and she had a disturbed look on her face. I feared she would
ask us to stop.

"Wait, wait, hold on, guys. This isn't going to work," Abigail said
with a frown.

I looked at Kelly and was sure my face showed as much disappointment as
her's did.

"Kel, can you move you're head a little? I can't see my baby's
beautiful cock going into your mouth," Abigail explained while Kelly
and I exchanged glances of relief.

"Oh, never mind, I'll move," Abigail said as she hopped on the bed and
cuddled next to me. "This is much better. Go ahead!"

Kelly lowered her head and resumed her expert cock sucking. I could
feel the pre-cum leaking out of my piss hole and Kelly expertly scooped
it up with her tongue. Kelly bobbed her head a couple of more times and
took me down her throat while she tongued my balls.

"Wow, Kelly, you have to teach me how to do that," Abigail whispered in
awe. "I can never take all of him."

I pulled Kelly's head away after a few more minutes. Both Abigail and
Kelly complained, but I told them I didn't want to come so soon. One
minute longer and I would have blown my wad down Kelly's throat. I
pinched my cockhead hard and choked off my cock at the base. This
always prevents me from coming. I got off the bed and walked around for
a few seconds with my dick bobbing in the air.

"All right, Kel, it's time," I said. Kelly knew the drill and
immediately bent over.

I lubed up my cock by rubbing it all over her wet cunt. I slid my
dickhead into her and in two pumps I was all the way in. Kelly was no
where near as tight as Abigail, but her cunt felt red hot and I felt
her muscles clamp around my cock. Abigail had a good view as she was a
scant few inches from where my cock entered Kelly's cunt.

"Wowww! I can't believe I'm watching this!" Abigail said in amazement.
"This is way better than video!"

I fucked Kelly with long slow strokes until she begged me to pick up
the pace. I couldn't help but stare at Abigail while I reamed Kelly. As
soon as we made eye contact, Abigail let out a long moan, spread her
legs and began playing with her cunt. I tried to concentrate on
pleasuring both Kelly and myself, but my gaze was fixed upon my
sweetheart, who was getting off on watching me fuck another woman. I
was so turned on, I quickened my thrusts and began slamming my cock
into Kelly.

"Wait. Stop! Stop! Hold on!" Kelly begged.

No, no! Don't stop! Please! I'm so turned on!" Abigail pleaded.

I knew exactly why Kelly asked me to stop and I also knew that Abigail
would really freak. If it was at all possible, I felt my dick get even
harder as I pulled out of her dripping cunt. I ran my hands all over
Kelly's tight ass and smacked her hard. I spread her ass cheeks, bent
over and ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. I stopped at
her asshole and greedily began to eat Kelly's ass.

"Oh, my Gosh, baby! What are you doing?! Stop it! That's so
disgusting!" Abigail exclaimed. I ignored her as I continued to attack
Kelly's little brown rosebud.

"Oh, God, yes! Lick my asshole, you fucker!" Kelly ordered. "Tongue my
ass! Get me nice and ready!"

"Get ready for what?" Abigail asked. "You're not going to... are you?!

I stopped after I had drooled gobs of saliva into Kelly asshole. My
finger slid in easily and Kelly moaned loudly as I slowly fingered her
ass. I stopped and positioned my cock right at her asshole.

"Oh, Abby, don't tell me you've never let this man fuck you up the ass
before.," Kelly said looking back over her shoulder. "This man would
never even THINK of dating a woman who he can't get to take it up the
ass."

"Well, he's never touched mine!" Abigail snapped. "He's way too big and
besides, I think that's really gross!"

"Your man is the best buttfucker on the face of this earth. He's rough
when I want him to be, but he's very gentle otherwise and I know he
wouldn't hurt you," Kelly said on my behalf.

Abigail would freak out whenever my finger, cock or tongue even came
near her asshole. Needless to say, she was vehemently opposed to anal
sex and any discussion or attempt would always signal the end of our
sex session. I hadn't fucked an ass since I began dating Abigail nearly
16 months ago and I was damned if anything was going to stop me now.

"All right. Enough stalling," I said impatiently. I was half-crazed
with lust and anticipation. "I haven't had an ass since I've been with
you. Babe, you can leave or you can stay, but no matter what you do, I
AM going to fuck this ass."

I didn't wait for her answer. The truth is, at that moment, I really
didn't care. I turned my attention to Kelly and quickly began rubbing
my cock in little circles on her asshole. By the time I poked my
cockhead into Kelly's ass, she was already relaxed and within a few
seconds, I was buried in her to my balls.

"Oooohhhh, God, this feels sooo fuckin' good!" I moaned as I fucked
Kelly's as with short slow strokes. "Damn, I could do this forever."

"Oh, fuck, yes," Kelly mumbled. "Fuck my ass good. Oooooo, I need it so
bad. Uuuuhhhhh... don't ever stop."

I started pulling out to my glans and slowly, but firmly, shoving it
all the way in. I was in heaven fucking Kelly's hot, tight asshole that
I didn't even notice Abigail was still there until I heard her sigh.
When I turned my head, I saw her staring with disbelief to where I was
thrusting in and out of Kelly's ass. Her eyes were wide open and I saw
she was playing with herself. When I started thrusting faster, she let
out a long, low moan and began diddling her clit more vigorously. After
a couple of minutes, I watched Abigail shut her eyes tightly and arch
her back. She tried to stifle a moan as she came.

"Alright, c'mon, you stud! Harder... unh... harder!" Kelly commanded. I
obliged and Kelly threw her ass back to meet my thrusts. "OH, YEAH!
YES! YES! UNH... UNH... THAT'S IT... UNH... HAMMER... UNH... ME... UNH!
OH, GAWWWWWD, YES!!!!

I lost my mind while I pounded Kell's sweet ass. At that moment, I
couldn't tell you where I was or even what time of day it was. And I
didn't give a fuck. I was fucking ass and that's the only thing that
mattered!!! I was in Never Never Land until a voice brought me back to
reality.

"OH, YES! FUCK HER, BABY! GIVE IT TO HER GOOD!" Abigail yelled.. She
was ready to go again and this time she was fingering her pussy. "BANG
HER GOOD, BABY!! FUCK HER HARDER!!!"

Hearing the love of my life cheer me on while she watched me fuck my
best friend up the ass was the most thrilling and perverted experience
I had ever had (to that point).

"OH, C'MON!! I GOTTA COME... UNH... WITH YOUR COCK... UNH... IN MY
ASS!!! Kelly begged.

My cock was on auto pilot as I took turns watching the two women
fingering their clits. Both had their eyes shut and were moaning
loudly.

"OH... OH... I'M CUMMING!!! MMMMMM... OH, GOD... OOOOHHHHH, BAABYYY...
UUUHHHHH!" Abigail wailed and she humped her pelvis in the air as she
came violently. This sight had me nearly out of control.

"OH, SHIT... OH, SHIT, AAAWWWW FUCK!" I grunted.

"OH, NO! OH, GOD... NOT YET! UNH... PLEASE... UNH... HOLD ON!!! Kelly
begged as she knew I was on the verge of cumming.

I slowed my thrusts to keep from coming, but I knew that would work for
only so long.

"C'MON! ALMOST THERE! UNH... ALMOST, ALMOST... UNH... HARDER, HARDER...
FASTER!" Kelly instructed while I resumed my pounding. "OH, FUCK,
YEAH... UNH... THAT'S IT... OH, YEAH! ALMOST... ALLLL... ALLLLLLL...
OOOOHHH, FUUUUUUUCK... AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Kelly's came wildly as her ass bucked and slammed against my cock. I
couldn't stop if I had wanted to and I kept fucking her ass while she
laid limply on the bed whimpering. I can't believe I had held out that
long, but after a couple of minutes, it was my turn. I took pulled out
of Kelly's ass and she turned around and quickly gobbled my cock.

"AAAWWW, FUUUUUCK... AAAWWW, SON OF A... OH, C'MON! JERK IT... SUCK
IT!!!" I cried as Kelly stroked me furiously and licked at my gleans.
"AAAWWWWW... UGH... UGH... UNNNNNNNNHHHH!!!!

I grunted, arched my hips and saw the first long stream of cum land
partially in Kelly's hair and the end come to rest near her nose. I
didn't get to see the other streams because I shut my eyes and nearly
blacked out. When I opened my eyes, I saw my jizz seeping down Kelly's
nose, chin and cheeks. My hips wriggled uncontrollably as she licked
the cum off my overly sensitive cock. She used my deflating member like
a spoon, wiping the cum off her face and licking it clean.

"Whew! Am I dead?" I asked weakly.

"I don't know, but I think I am," Abigail replied.

"I know I am," Kelly said.

"Oh, baby. You're soooo hot. Oh, my goodness, I loved every minute of
it," Abigail cooed as she cuddled up to me and kissed me. "I never knew
watching you with someone else, in person, could be so exciting."

Kelly stood up on wobbly legs and once she found her clothes, began
dressing.

"Kelly, were are you going?" Abigail asked. "He's just resting. He can
get it up again. Can't you, babe?"

"I've got to get going. Besides, I think you two have some celebrating
of your own to do. You better take care of him, Abby," Kelly warned
with a wink and a smile. "He's the best piece of ass I've ever known."

"Oh, I will! I'm going to take GREAT care him!" Abigail squealed
excitedly. She then looked at me with those big, blue, soulful eyes. "I
mean... I will if... if you'll still have me."

"Of course I will," I said. "I wouldn't want to spend my life with
anyone else."

Tears came to Abigail's face as we kissed passionately.

"I'll see you two later. Congratulations," Kelly said as she French
kissed me, then Abigail. "If I hurry, I might still have time for my
red-headed neighbor and her strap-on."

After Kelly dressed and left, Abigail and I discussed the evenings
events. She told me that sex with another woman was fun, but that she
would rather have me and she wished I wouldn't bring it up again. She
also said that masturbating while watching me have sex with another
woman thrilled her beyond belief. I asked her if she wanted sloppy
seconds and she answered by climbing on top of me and we made ever-so
sweet love for about an hour.

We were pretty worn out from the sex, but Abigail was too excited to
sleep, so she kept me awake discussing wedding plans.

"Babe, I still have all the original plans and the guest list. I can
have the printer start working on the invitations first thing Monday
morning." she said.

"That sounds good," I agreed. "Hey, uh, babe... do you still have your
ring?

"You aren't very observant are you?" she said showing me the engagement
ring on her finger. A tear ran down her cheek. "I never took it off. I
never stopped hoping you'd take me back."

* * * * * * * * * *

Abigail later confessed to me that she had never canceled our original
wedding plans because she was too ashamed to tell her family that I had
called off the wedding. Our original wedding date was in three months
and we were both feeling stressed. We didn't want to postpone the
wedding because it had been Abigail's dream as a little girl to be
married in June.

I suggested a mini-vacation to relieve the stress, but Abigail feared
that if she wasn't there to supervise, something would go wrong with
our wedding plans. About one month before our wedding, we were
presented with an opportunity for the perfect little excursion.

My college fraternity from my days at ABC University was having a
reunion. I had received the invitation six months prior, but with the
forthcoming wedding, I didn't think I'd be going. The invitation
suggested we bring our significant other, so I thought it was the
perfect time to take a weekend trip. Abigail reluctantly agreed since
it was only about an hour and a half drive from town. Once at the
reunion, she was a still a little uptight since her mind was on our
wedding. She finally began loosening up during the second day as she
listened, with interest, to all the old war stories my fraternity
brothers were telling her about me.

We had a big outdoor dinner at our old fraternity house and afterward,
we went into what used to be our meeting room and showed old videos of
our sporting events, charity events, parties, etc.

Kelly was also at the reunion. Throughout her college years, she was a
member of our "Sweetheart Club" (which is how we met). They were like a
mini-sorority, but they were affiliated with us. They helped us out
with parties, fund raisers, etc. and they even had a few of their own.
Several former "Sweethearts" were also present on this weekend.

We were all sitting in rows of folding chairs next to our significant
other and Kelly walked to the front of the room.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen," Kelly began. "For those of you who don't
know me, I'm Kelly Halverson. In 1989, I was in charge of fund raising
for the Sweetheart Club..."

Kelly told of the numerous charitable events we performed: car washes,
walk-a-thons, hot dog sales, etc. She explained how we were tired of
doing the same old thing so she had to come up with a new twist.

"Will the following gentlemen please stand up," Kelly announced. "Mr.
Craig McCollum, Mr. Brian Dawson, Mr. Alex Blankenship, Mr. John
Roarke, Mr. Dean Chase and last, but certainly not least... Mr. Ricardo
Alvarez."

We all stood up one by one as the crowd of about sixty applauded. I
couldn't figure why us six had been singled out from the rest of the
group.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's just say that one night, these six men
gave their ALL for charity," Kelly said tantalizingly. She then held up
a videotape. "And here is the video to prove it."

After we sat down, the crowd was abuzz and some laughed. I couldn't for
the life of me remember what only us six could have done for charity
that was videotaped. I generally have a great memory and this was only
seven years ago.

"Babe, what's on the tape?" Abigail whispered.

"I don't know. I don't remember," I answered, shaking my head.

I turned to the row behind me to look at Dean (from Part II) and
instantly grew nervous when I saw him. His face was red from laughing
so hard. I looked at the other guys and a couple of them didn't look
too happy and neither did their wives.

"Pssst. Hey, Deano," I whispered. I looked at him and shrugged with a
puzzled look on my face.

He started laughing even harder as he began tugging on his tie. He then
undid two buttons on his shirt, tugged at his belt and wiggled his
hips.

I GOT AN INSTANT FLASHBACK!!!

"Ooooohhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiiiiitttt," I mumbled and turned around. My jaw
dropped and I felt myself blushing as I tried to cover my face.

""What, baby?! What?!" Abigail squealed excitedly. "What is it?! Oh, my
God! Did you make another porno?! Oh, God, I can't wait too see this
tape!!!"

I couldn't speak, I just shook my head. I covered my face as both the
women and men cheered, whistled and catcalled.

"HEY, KEL!!!" Abigail yelled. "ROLL THE VIDEO!!!


Part VI

"Zorro Rides Again"

by Ric

(hetero sex, oral, anal, anal rimming, sharing, voyeur)

* * * * * * * * *

I pulled my hands away from my face long enough to see Kelly pop the
video into the VCR. She pushed the fast forward button until the
picture came into view. When she pushed play, the first thing audible
was a lot of screaming. Females screaming. The camera panned a large
room with what looked like two platforms or stages. There were several
women flailing there arms and wiggling there hips as they danced in
place.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies," A voice boomed in the background. "Welcome to
the Mountain Club's All-Male Amateur Night."

That night was the end result of a party that took place a couple of
months earlier. A sorority girl dared Craig to do a little strip tease
at the party. Being as drunk as he was Craig obliged. One by one the
girls began prodding all the males to follow suit. I was so drunk
myself that I only know what happened because someone showed me the
video the next day. In all, there were about eight of us that stripped
down to our underwear and danced with and for the girls for a couple of
hours.

When Kelly was pressed to present a new fund raising idea, she came up
with the notion that we could earn a lot of money by stripping for
charity. The Sweetheart Club nominated and voted for the six guys they
thought had the best bodies and would be the best dancers. They then
presented the idea to the fraternity and it was approved. The meeting
however, was secret and neither of us six were advised of the decision.
Later, at another party, they passed a charity sign up sheet to us six.
The booze was flowing freely and we were feeling pretty arrogant, so
when we were told what we would have to do, we all agreed it wouldn't
be a problem.

A couple of weeks later, we stripped for charity at the only strip club
in the small college town. It was normally a club for men, but a couple
of times a month they had male strippers to appease the women. On this
night, there were to be about 10 other guys dancing aside from us six.
I was so nervous that Kelly had to throw a couple of drinks in me
before I went on stage.

Presently, the video showed all six of us on stage. I didn't know who
was louder, the audience in the video or the audience at our reunion.
We danced about three songs and later throughout the night, we danced
solo.

When it came my first turn to dance solo, I was dressed in a Zorro
outfit. I wore black from head to toe, including the mask, hat, cape,
etc. Kelly told me that women love to hear a foreign language, so when
I stepped up to the microphone I said:

"Si ustedes mujeres me permitirian, yo les llevaria todos a casa y
haria el amor con ustedes por toda la noche."

TRANSLATION: "If you ladies would permit me, I would take you all home
and make love to you all night long."

I would be surprised if more than three percent of the women understood
what I said, but my speaking Spanish whipped them into a frenzy. While
I danced, I got a little too close to the audience and was groped,
scratched, pinched, spanked - you name it. This one middle-aged woman
even grabbed my dick and tried stroking it. The excitement of her touch
coupled with these women screaming for me had me hard within seconds.
The camera zoomed in on my hard-on and everyone at the reunion hooted
and hollered.

"Oh, my God, baby!" Abigail exclaimed in my ear. "Look how hard you
are!"

It was dark in the room, but I could see Abigail shifting and squirming
in her seat. I knew she was turned on. Instinctively, she reached over
and began squeezing my cock.

I was so embarrassed that I was having a hard time facing anyone. (BE
CAREFUL WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG, STUPID AND DRUNK!!!) After we
finished watching the video, Abigail was in a hurry to leave. We stayed
for about 30 minutes while most of the women at the reunion eyed me
with a strange look.

"Mmmm... baby, look at how badly all these women want you," Abigail
said. "I'd love to watch you with them, but I'm so horny, baby. You're
MINE tonight.!"

Her words were music to my ears. Abigail had been so stressed lately
that we hadn't had sex for almost two weeks. No matter what I tried,
she stayed frigid and too nervous to respond. Kelly and I had repeated
our sex scene in front of Abigail several times since the first
incident, but even that had stopped.

We bade everyone a hasty goodnight and Abigail ran to the car, pulling
me by the hand. Our fraternity house is surrounded by a wooded area and
Abigail told me to pull in there. Before I could shut off the car, she
had her panties on the floor and was pulling out my cock.

"Oh, God, baby. How come you never told me you were a stripper?!" she
asked excitedly. "Oh, baby! Hearing all those stories about you has me
so turned on! I never knew I was marrying such a slut!"

She promptly fucked my brains out.

* * * * * * * * *

I didn't want anything interfering with our wedding, so I wanted to
have my bachelor party as early as possible. We were going to be
married in the state were we lived because Abigail's family could
afford to fly and make accommodations more than my family could.

Allistaire and one of my brothers were in charge of my bachelor party.
Of course knowing those two like I did, I knew there would be strippers
there. The party was one week before the wedding. Abigail begged me to
have sex with the strippers and have someone videotape it.

I had no desire to have sex with the five strippers that were there,
but my three older brothers, a couple of my cousins and my friends, a
couple of Abigail's cousins and Allistaire had no problem in helping
themselves.

When I told Abigail I didn't do anything she was upset. She pouted for
two days and barely spoke to me. I promised I would make it up to her,
but I didn't know how.

Kelly and I had lunch five days before the wedding and I told her how
Abigail was upset over my lack of infidelity. When Kelly told me she
was in charge of Abigail's bachelorette party, I panicked.

"My God, Kel. Am I still going to want to marry her after you're
finished with her party?" I asked worriedly.

"Oh, sweetie, you know she loves you," Kelly comforted me. "She'd never
even so much as look at another guy, let alone touch one or vice
versa."

After a couple of minutes of silence, Kelly looked at me deviously.

"Hmmm. But I do know of a way to give her a bachelorette party she'll
NEVER forget... AND get you out of the doghouse at the same time,"
Kelly said with a wicked smile.

I had no idea what she had in mind, but with the look she had on her
face, I knew she was up to no good.

* * * * * * * * *

At around 8: p.m., two days before our wedding, I arrived at Kelly's
house. I parked in the alley and walked through the backyard gate. I
let myself in through the sliding glass doors that led to her bedroom.
I sat on her bed as my heart beat around 1,000 times per minute. I
picked up my cell phone and dialed Kelly's number.

"Hello?" Kelly answered.

"Hi, Kel, it's me. I'm here," I said nervously.

"Oh, good... uuhhhh, it's in the bedroom, just a moment while I check.
Excuse me ladies, I'll be right back," Kelly said.

I heard footsteps coming down the hall and I ducked into the bathroom.
I was relieved to find out it was Kelly.

"Okay, Kel, what's the deal?" I asked. "Why is it so quiet?"

"Well, Abby's married sisters (Antoinetta and Alexandria) are still
here along with her mom," Kelly informed me. "Oh, and... so are your
sister, cousin and YOUR mom."

"WHAT?! OH, GROSS!" I exclaimed in disgust. "I'M NOT DOING THIS SHIT IN
FRONT OF THEM!"

"Shhhhh! Hush up! Do you want them to hear you?" Kelly admonished.
"Relax, relax... they're about to leave anyway. They're just waiting
for Abby to open her NICE gifts."

Kelly could see I was nervous and she said she would be right back. She
went outside the house, in through the kitchen door and returned a
couple of minutes later with a bottle of champagne.

"Here," she said handing me the bottle. "Have a drink and relax."

We talked for a few more minutes and after a couple of swigs from the
bottle, I began to relax.

"You're going to do fine, just relax. You have your stuff don't you?"
Kelly asked. I nodded and pointed to my overnight bag. Kelly laughed.
"Oh, God, this is going to be soooo good. Tonight... Zorro rides again!

Yes, that's right. TONIGHT, I WAS GOING TO STRIP FOR MY FIANCEE AND HER
GUESTS!!!

I flicked on the t.v. and watched for about thirty minutes when Kelly
came back in.

"Okay, stud," Kelly said excitedly. "She's going to open her NAUGHTIER
gifts and then you're on."

I opened the overnight bag and pulled out my costume. I had bought it
at a novelty shop and Kelly had added velcro and had cut some
unnoticeable slits to make it into a "stripper's outfit."

I put on a black button down shirt, black pants, a black cape, black
gloves and the black hat. Kelly had made a full head mask, that covered
everything down to my neck. Only my eyes, nostrils and mouth were
exposed. Luckily the mask was made of a thin cotton material and
allowed my skin to breathe. I didn't want to risk being recognized by
anyone, except Abigail.

As I dressed, I could hear the tearing of wrapping paper and the oohs
and aahs as Abigail showed off her naughty gifts. I could hear comments
like "he'll attack you when he sees you in that" and "that toy is for
those frustrating nights when he doesn't feel like it."

HA! "Doesn't feel like it," my ass, I thought. They must not know she's
marrying the world's horniest man!

"Go, try it on!" I heard someone yell.

I heard someone come down the hall and step into the bathroom. I
cracked open the door to see what was going on. I could see Kelly
sitting on the couch, but that was the only view I had of the living
room. She saw me and smiled lewdly.

Just then I heard the bathroom doorknob turn. There, barely three feet
away from me, was my fiancee wearing a baby doll nightie. She wore silk
panties that strained to cover her delectable bubble butt. The lavender
nightie was so short that it showed most of her panties. She pranced
barefoot in front of her audience and did a few turns as her guests
whistled and hollered. I nearly fell on my face! The scene quickly
washed away my anxiety and I was raring to go! I just hoped I could
refrain from jumping her in front of everybody.

"Okay, Abby!" Kelly yelled, bringing a chair for Abby to sit down. "One
more surprise for you! MY gift to YOU! Ladies, if you please."

On Kelly's signal, Adrianna (the youngest of the Van Doren's) and
Anastasia came into my view. (After her therapy sessions, Abigail and
Anastasia had mended their relationship.) The two sisters had some
strands of ribbon and they began binding Abigail's wrists and ankles to
the arms and legs of the chair.

"Uhhh... wait... what are you doing?" Abigail asked. She then sensed
what Kelly was up to. "OH, NO... NO, NO, NO, NO! NO STRIPPERS! KEL, YOU
PROMISED! ANNIE (Anastasia), DREE (Adrianna), STOP IT! UNTIE ME! C'MON,
YOU GUYS!"

Abigail was begging her other guests to untie her. I could see her
struggling against the bindings. Abigail's old self resurfaced as she
swore at and threatened Kelly and her sisters.

"OH, KEL! YOU, BITCH!" Abigail yelled. "YOU BETTER PRAY I DON'T GET
LOOSE. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! AND THAT GOES FOR YOU TWO BITCHES
(Anastasia and Adrianna), TOO!"

What ticked off Abigail even more was the laughing and cheering of the
guests. There were shouts of "Oh, hush up and enjoy it" and "Don't
think HE didn't have strippers at HIS party."

Kelly disappeared from my sight and I heard the music start. She
reappeared and introduced me... or rather, introduced the stripper.

"I know all you horny ladies have been waiting for this moment. So
without further ado... Abby, here is my present to you. Let's give a
big welcome to... ZORRO!" Kelly shouted.

Upon hearing my cue, I strutted down the hall and danced and wiggled my
hips into the living room. An excited cheer arose from the room.
Abigail sat tied to the chair with a glass coffee table in front of her
and surrounded on three sides by the women who were sitting on couches.
I slowly danced in front of the guests. There were 11 women in all:
Abigail, Kelly, (who was filming the event) Anastasia, Adrianna and two
cousins - Sarah and Janice. Serina (Abigail's maid of honor), Tracy
(Dean's wife), Faye (one of Abigail's fellow teachers), a t.v. actress
and a fashion model (out of respect, I won't even try to describe them)
comprised the remaining guests.

I danced in front of each one as most of them cheered and applauded. A
few of them just kind of looked on, not knowing how to react. When I
reached Abigail, she was squirming and warning me not to get near her.

"Don't you dare come near me! I'm warning you!" Abigail threatened as
she struggled against the bindings.

I wiggled my hips and my crotch in her face while she turned her head.
When I attempted to get my face near her's, she spit on me. I was so
proud and turned on at the same time that my fiancee was trying
everything in her power to stay faithful to me. I smiled as I wiped the
saliva from my mask and worked my way behind her. Once there, I held
her chin firmly to keep her head still. I kissed the back of her neck
and made my way to her ear while the women cheered me on. I licked the
length of the back of her ear and I saw goose bumps surface on her
skin.

"Stop it, damn you! I love my man!" she whined. I knew I had to somehow
let her know it was me before she popped a blood vessel.

"And your man loves you, too," I whispered as I planted a soft kiss on
her ear. "Now, if you be a good girl, maybe I'll fuck your brains out
in front of your pretty little friends."

I danced back in front of her so nobody would see her facial
expression. She had now stopped squirming and just sat there staring at
me with a blank look. I kept gyrating my hips while I blew her a kiss.
It took a couple of moments before she snapped out of her shock. She
raised her eyebrows and silently mouthed the word "baby." When I winked
in response, her eyes lit up and she flashed her huge, beautiful smile
She lifted her head as high as she could and puckered her lips. I
lowered my lips to her and she instantly shoved her tongue in my mouth
as we French kissed hungrily.

"Oh, my God! What did he say to her?!," shouted an unknown voice. "Look
how hot she is now! WHOOOO! GO FOR IT, ABBY!!!

I worked my body for her and even rubbed my chest on her face. I held
her head as I rubbed the length of my torso on her face. When she got
to my crotch, she began playfully biting my limp dick. I pushed her
head back and stuck the fingers of one hand in her mouth. She bit the
tip of the glove and pulled it off with her teeth. She then did the
same with the other.

I dropped to my knees and ran my hands over her thighs, under her
nightie, to her hard, flat belly and up to her already erect nipples. I
lowered my head and tongued and sucked on her cute inee belly button
for a couple of minutes. This always gets her hot and she moaned and
squirmed in her chair.

Just as she was really wriggling and going crazy, I left her and bumped
and ground my way around the room. I kicked off my shoes as the women
encouraged me to strip. I was dancing in front of Anastasia and I
grabbed her hand, sticking it in one of the slits in my shirt. She
grabbed a section of clothing and with my encouragement, she tugged
hard. When she ripped a piece off and exposed one of my shoulders, the
women hollered even louder and they all began tearing away my shirt.

I could feel some fingernail marks on my chest and shoulders as some of
the women waved shreds of my shirt over their heads. When I got too
close to Sarah, she grabbed me around the waist and gave me a long cat-
like lick on my chest.

"Mmmmmmmm... tasty," Sarah said. "What a chest!"

I don't have rock hard pectoral or abdominal muscles, but I do work out
and my body is solid. I've had many compliments on my chest. It's broad
and hairy, but not too hairy that you can't see the skin underneath.
When Sarah's tongue made contact with my chest, my nipples hardened
instantly. A warm feeling zipped through my body and I became even more
turned on.

My purpose this night was to strip for my fiancee and her guests and
then take my fiancee to one of the back rooms and fuck her brains out.
I was turned on by my Abigail, the women's reaction to me and now Sarah
had just licked one of my erogenous zones. I knew I was about to get
myself into trouble, but I didn't care.

I danced slowly in circles with my arms above my head. Through my cape
I felt Sarah press her soft, round tits against my back. While she did
so, she also rubbed my chest vigorously. I could smell alcohol on her
breath as she reached from behind and rubbed my crotch.

"All right, you shy boy! Now it's time to show us what you've really
got!" Sarah shouted.

Sarah is a cousin from her mother's side. Without getting into
genealogy, she looks like her father. She's about 5'6 with dark brown
hair, a medium build, a decent ass and the nicely formed aforementioned
tits. (Not really being a tit man, I don't know how to judge breast
size.) She's not as "proper" or as reserved as most of Abigail's
family, but that's what makes it all the more fun to hang out with her.

We danced together for a few seconds and I made my way behind her. I no
longer had control of my actions and I reached around the front and
fondled her soft tits while Sarah and the crowd screamed encouragement.
I shot back to reality and felt a little guilty when I saw Abigail.

"WHOOOOO! GO FOR IT, ZORRO!" Abigail cheered me on as my guilt quickly
disappeared. "GRAB THOSE BIG TITTIES!

Sarah moaned and went wild as I felt her nipples harden through her
silk blouse and bra. Just as I felt her heat up, I danced away from
her.

Next was Adrianna. I know a lot of guys prefer the hard body that
Abigail possesses, but her sister's body is a little more toward my
liking. As I previously mentioned (Part III), Adrianna is about an inch
shorter than Abigail, I'd guess around 4'10, and is the baby of the
family. In June of '96 Adrianna had just turned 23 and graduated
college. Like Abigail and Anastasia, she is also an ex-gymnast. Not a
fitness nut like her sisters, Adrianna is a little softer than them.
Society may see her as fat, but I think she is chubby at most. She
resembles her mother more than anyone else in the family. She has short
blonde hair that frames her full cheeks and the slightest hint of a
double chin. Her breasts are a little fuller, her thighs and butt a
little bigger and if you look closely, you could see a tiny roll of
extra flesh around her belly, but only when she sits. She wears wire
rim glasses and because of her softer and fuller figure, she is
relatively shy.

I led Adrianna by the hand to the middle of the room and danced around
her. She blushed deeply as I rubbed my hands all over her back, her
soft thighs and her soft but shapely ass. She was still embarrassed,
but she began to dance with me.

"OH, YEAH! HE REALLY LIKES YOU, DINKY!" Abigail shouted. Her family
calls her Dinky because she is the smallest in stature and age. "I
THINK HE WANTS YOU!!!

Hell, yes, I wanted her! And I didn't care that she was my fiancee's
sister! I squatted down a little and rubbed my crotch around and around
on her soft, fleshy ass. She yelped and jumped forward when she felt my
cock begin to harden. She giggled nervously, backed away from me and
sat down.

Then without warning, Kelly really got things going.

"Hey, ladies!" Kelly shouted. "Did you know Zorro's wearing tear away
pants?!"

"Oh, is that right?" Anastasia inquired with a wicked grin. "We'll just
have to see about that!"

With that, she pulled a string hanging on the side of my pants that
tore away some material to reveal a section of thigh. My pants were
actually strips that were fastened to a belt. Each time the women
pulled a string, a section of my pants fell away. Finally, I was down
to a black g-strap that was holding back a semi-erect cock, a cape, a
hat and my mask. Now I was ready for the action to REALLY begin.

I danced over to Abigail and untied her. She promptly hopped out of the
chair, grabbed my hat, put it on and began working her body with mine.
I felt her wriggling under my touch as my hands roamed all over her
body. I ran my hand down her flat, hard stomach and into her panties. I
wasn't shocked to find she was soaked with her juices, but I was
excited nonetheless. I traced my finger down her slippery cunt lips and
when I got to her hole, I slowly slid in my finger. She moaned loudly
into my mouth as our tongues intertwined.

When I withdrew my finger, I wet two others with her juices and put
them to my mouth, licking each one clean. The moans and groans from
Abigail, the audience and the taste of her juices sent me over the
edge. I've never eaten a better tasting pussy than my fiancee's and I
was dying for a taste. This was not planned.

We danced over to the glass coffee table and I pushed her on it. Her
eyes nearly popped out when I laid her down and began tugging at her
panties. She was amazed, but lifted her hips in cooperation as I
removed her panties. I dropped to my knees and opened her thighs. We
were both out of control.

"Oh, my God!" someone shrieked. "Is he going to go down on her?!"

As I lowered my face, I caught my first whiff of her intoxicating scent
and dived right in. I didn't lick her pussy nice and slowly as usual
and savor her taste, I orally assaulted her hot, wet cunt. I tongue
fucked her and sucked on her juices while she wrapped her thighs around
my neck and humped my face. When I stuck my finger in her tight pussy,
I furiously tongue lashed her clit until she spasmed into a violent
orgasm.

I looked up from between her legs to see a group of stunned women
staring back at us. I became embarrassed when I realized what I had
done. I was thankful I was wearing a mask, even if it was soaked with
Abigail's cunt juice.

"Well, Abby... how was it?" Kelly asked, still videotaping.

"Mmmmm, fantastic! He's the best!" Abigail said, still laying on the
table with her legs spread. She suddenly sat up and faced her guests.
"Hey! Who wants him next?!"

I shot a quick and somewhat nervous glance at Abigail.

"I want to share my present with everybody!" she exclaimed.

HOLY SHIT! My fiancee wanted me to eat every pussy in the house! This
was DEFINITELY not part of the plan. I wanted nothing more than to bail
out right then and there! Finally, a voice broke the silence:

"Well, hell, as long as you're sharing, send him over here!" Sarah
squealed delightedly.

I looked at Sarah and then at Abigail.

"You heard the lady!" Abigail yelled and then playfully smacked my ass.
"Get going!"

"Yeah, Zorro," Kelly chimed in. "I paid for a good piece of ass, not
some prude!"

I shot her a dirty look and she just laughed. Damn you, Kel, I thought,
what did I let you get me into?! I then realized that I was supposed to
be nothing more than a stripper/whore and to bail out now would arouse
suspicion. And I definitely didn't want them to discover my identity,
so I walked over to Sarah.

"Pucker up, baby! I want a kiss!" Sarah said.

I felt her cheek and leaned close to her.

"Not there!" she said, pushing me to my knees and raising her dress to
her waist. "Right here!"

With those words, she grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into
her crotch. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside and I
immediately began tonguing her pink slit.

"Ooooo, yeeaaahhhhh... lick me gooooood," Sarah moaned. I felt her
knees buckle, so I pushed her on the couch and she promptly slung a leg
over my shoulder. Sarah's cunt was smoothly shaven so her nectar flowed
unabated down the crack of her ass and onto the couch. Her cunt had a
heavier aroma than Abigail's and a slightly stronger, but good taste. I
greedily lapped her pussy and she came in about 5 minutes.

"Hold on, I'm next!" I turned around at the sound of Anastasia's voice.
She sat about six feet to the right of Sarah and I could see she was
already putting her panties next to her on the couch. She hiked up her
skirt and pulled up her feet to the edge of the couch. "Okay, you nasty
little boy, come to momma!"

After I ate Anastasia's pussy, I ate Janice's and Serina's. I didn't
really want to eat Serina's pussy because she is a bitch of the highest
order (More on her in a future part). After each time I ate a pussy,
the woman gave me a hickey to "give me a souvenir." Serina put one on
my birthmark, right under my left pec. She said she put it there so I
would remember her whenever I looked in the mirror.

My mask was soaked down to my goatee and mustache. After my fiancee
goaded me into sexing up her family and best friend, I was bound to
make her pay. I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulders.
The women cheered as she sat on the coffee table in front of me.

"All right, you hot stud!" Abigail exclaimed. "Time to see what you've
got packed away!"

I had thought that there was a probability that I would strip ENTIRELY
for the group, but my fiancee was about to make it a reality. She
fondled and squeezed my balls while my cock strained against the silk
g-strap. I danced and shimmied my hips while Abigail slowly slid the
underwear down my thighs. Abigail stroked my semi-hard cock and then
circled her tongue around the head before sucking it into her mouth.
This shocked me! I never thought she would go this far, but as she
later told me, she was too heated up to turn back.

After a few more minutes of vacuum like sucking, I was fully erect. I
pushed my lovely fiancee on her back and spread her legs high in the
air. As I rubbed my glans all around her wet cunt lips, I heard a gasp
form the crowd.

"Oh, my God, Abby!" Adrianna gasped. "Stop it! What would Ric say?!"

"HA! Who's Ric?!" Abigail exclaimed as she looked deeply into my eyes
and smiled. "Hey, Zorro, will you marry me?!

I nodded and slid my cock past her lips and into her tight pussy as we
both moaned loudly. I heard shouts from the crowd, but I couldn't
understand what was being said. I could only hear mine and Abigail's
panting and the squeaking her ass made against the table that was wet
with her cunt juice. I was lost while I gazed deep into my love's eyes
and fucked her slowly. We fucked for what seemed like hours. While
Kelly and I had dated, we regularly fucked in front of audiences, but
never before one this large. And I never dreamed I would be fucking my
fiancee in front of a crowd! This was definitely the strangest sex
experience I had to this point.

One thing I didn't enjoy was not being able to talk. Talking dirty
turns me on, but had I opened my mouth other than to grunt or groan, at
least six of the women would have recognized me. I quickened the pace
and hardened the thrusts and soon Abigail arched her back and again
came violently. Abigail laid there with her legs spread and I was
getting restless while she recovered.

"I'm next... I'm next!" Sarah shouted.

Abigail winked her approval and I walked over to Sarah with my cock
bobbing in the air. She was already laying back and holding her legs in
the air by the backs of her knees. I realized Kelly had this planned
when she tossed Sarah a condom. But I didn't care because I was so
fuckin' wound up and my cock was screaming for a hole.

"Come on, baby!" Sarah laughed lewdly. "Let's dress up that fat beauty
and get nasty!"

Sarah rolled the condom onto my cock and we fucked until we both came.
When I pulled out, she took of the condom and cleaned the cum off my
cock. I danced around awhile with a limp dick when I heard Faye finally
speak up.

"Uh... hey, Annie, was he pretty good?" Faye asked.

"Pretty good?! Try AWESOME!" Anastasia answered with eyebrows raised. "
Honey, I wasn't faking. That's the best damn tongue lashing I've ever
had!"

"This is one Mexican that loves eating pussy," Kelly explained. Most of
the ladies let out a loud moan.

"MEXICAN?!" OH, MY GOD... HE'S MEXICAN?!" Faye asked.

Just then I realized I was dancing for a room full of rich, white
women. Like I said before, I'm not one who sees color, but these women
obviously had grown up in white society. I WAS THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT.
Earlier when I was dancing in front of her, Faye showed me her wedding
ring and waved me away. Now she sat staring at my hicky-laiden body and
my limp cock.

"Go on, Faye!" Abigail goaded her. "You're always complaining that
you're husband doesn't eat pussy! Here's you're chance!"

Faye seemed mesmerized as I pulled her up to me by the hand. She's a
very attractive women in her early 40's. She has dark black hair with
the slightest streaks of white, blue eyes and thin but pretty pink
lips. I kissed her twice on the lips and she sighed. She moaned as I
trailed kisses down her neck. I opened her blouse and pulled her small
breasts out of the bra cups. Her tits were soft, with a little sag, but
her nipples grew rock hard in my mouth. Next, I pulled up her skirt and
caressed her thighs and small, tight, panty-cladded ass. She opened her
legs automatically when I reached into her panties.

"Ooohhhhh, please lick me," she whispered in my ear as I rubbed her wet
pussy.

I sat her down on the couch, pulled off her panties and placed her legs
over my shoulders. AHA! FINALLY, I thought, a woman with a slightly
hairy pussy. (I find pubic hair a turn on and hate it when women
shave.) She had soft, black pubic hair and the hair which surrounded
her opening was wet and curly with her nectar. I ate her slowly,
wanting her to enjoy what she had been missing all the years she had
been married. I kissed, sucked and nibbled her thick pussy lips and
tongue fucked here wet hole for a few minutes. The second I tongued her
hard clit, she shuddered and came.

Faye had her eyes closed when I rose and put my crotch in front of her.
When she opened her eyes, I guided her head forward and she
instinctively stuck out her tongue and licked the head of my cock. My
cock slowly wiggled back to life and she sucked me into her mouth. Faye
increased her suction and her head bobbed expertly up and down as my
cock sprang to its full hardness.

I grabbed a condom and handed it to, Faye. She seemed in a trance as
she tore the wrapper, pulled out the condom and unrolled it onto my
cock. Faye laid back on the couch with her skirt bunched up around her
waist and spread her legs. I slid into her pussy with little
resistance. She was a little loose, but not so loose that I couldn't
enjoy the feeling. Faye moaned as I fucked her slowly, rotating my hips
once I was all the way in. She was kind of reserved and moaned quietly
as I slid in and out of her slippery hole. Even when she came, her face
contorted as she stifled a scream. When she opened her eyes, she looked
a little ashamed, so I stopped pumping.

I knew I could fuck at least once more since I had yet to shoot my
second load.

"Hey, Kel," Abigail called out. "Aren't you going to get in on this
action?"

"Naw," she replied. "You guys enjoy him, I've had him thousands of
times!"

"WHAT!" Anastasia exclaimed. "YOU HAVE?! WHO IS HE?!"

"IIIIIII'm not telllllllllling," teased Kelly.

"Well, if you don't want any, can I have him?" Janice asked.

"Be my guest!" Kelly yelled, throwing her a condom.

She put it on me and we faced Abigail as we fucked doggie style. I
fucked her slowly because I had plans for what probably would be my
last load. I reached around and diddled Janice's clit. When I sensed
she was close to coming, I rammed her harder. I smashed her clit with
my hand and she buried her face into the cushions as she came loudly. I
immediately stopped because I sensed my load erupting.

I walked over to my fiancee and she took the condom off my cock and
gently sucked on the head. She looked adorable as she sucked me slowly
and stared at me lovingly with those big, bright, blue eyes. I blew my
load in a matter of seconds and she greedily swallowed my cum. My knees
shook as I used my cock to wipe up some runaway come from her chin and
feed it into her mouth.

I sat on the coffee table, too exhausted to move. Kelly came by with
the video camera and got a close up of us both. I had forgotten that
she had taped the whole thing!

"Well, Zorro, that was definitely a masterful performance!" Kelly said.
"Take a bow!

I stood up and bowed while all the women cheered. I could see a couple
of them were still bare from the waist down. When I came to my senses,
I realized the fashion model, t.v. actress and Tracy were sitting in
the kitchen. Kelly had said if anyone didn't want to participate, they
could sit safely out of the way. Thank goodness Tracy had moved! The
last thing I wanted to do was screw around with the wife of a
fraternity brother! In fact, I didn't want to screw anybody's wife
period! I felt guilty for messing with Faye. And Anastasia, my future
sister-in-law! And Abigail's cousins. I felt terrible until I looked
into my future bride's eyes. Her look told me she was proud of me and
she erased all my guilt.

"ENCORE! ENCORE!" Abigail shouted.

ENCORE, MY ASS, I thought. I had just eaten six different pussies and
fucked four women. I WAS EXHAUSTED! I hadn't done something like this
in over six years. I WAS ONLY 28 NOW, BUT I WAS NO SPRING CHICKEN
ANYMORE!

I leaned over and kissed Abigail on the lips.

"Hush up, you crazy little bitch," I whispered. "It's time for me to
pass out."

I picked up Abigail, threw her over my shoulder and smacked her on the
bare ass. The women cheered us as we waved "goodnight" and walked down
the hall.

Once in Kelly's bedroom, I was dehydrated and must have chugged a
gallon of water. I wanted to shower, but Abigail didn't want me to. I
collapsed on the bed and she climbed on top of me.

"Oh, baby, I've never been so turned on in my life," she squealed. "Oh,
baby, watching you be so nasty was... was so... oh, baby... I just
can't tell you what it did to me!"

With that, she began kissing my hickies and smelling me. She had a
lust-crazed look in her eyes as she inspected and kissed my torso.

"Oh, baby, they used you like a whore!" Abigail hissed loudly. "Oh, my
baby's such a whore! Oh, God, baby! You even smell like a whore! I'm so
horny! Make me cum!

I knew I couldn't get it up, so I fingered her hard and rubbed her clit
as she humped my hand.

"Oh, baby... you wanted to fuck Dinky (Adrianna) didn't you?" she asked
breathlessly.

"No, babe... I-" I said.

"Oh, don't lie baby. I saw the look in your eyes!" she moaned as she
humped harder and faster against my hand.

"Well... I guess," I answered guiltily.

Oh, God, tell me how badly you want to fuck my sister!" Abigail
commanded.

Yes, baby! I want to fuck her brains out!" I said as I fingered her
harder. "I want to make her howl... I want to fuck the shit out of
her!"

"Oh, yesssss, baby... yesssss... don't stop!" Abigail said thrashing
about. "Keep talking... I-I... uuuuhhhh... I c-c-c-ome... oohhhhhhh,
Gaaaawwwwd!

Abigail exploded into one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever seen her
have. When she opened her eyes she gave me a loving, contented look and
a little smile. She kissed me deeply and told me she loved me. She then
let out a big yawn, gave a big stretch, curled up next to me and fell
into a deep sleep within seconds.

* * * * * * * * * *

All the water I had drank made me wake up to piss. I saw the hickies
and felt dried saliva all over my body so I showered. I looked at the
clock. It was a little after 3:30 a.m. I had slept less than five
hours, but once I wake up, I have a hard time falling back asleep. In
contrast, Abigail usually sleeps like a rock and never wakes up in the
middle of the night unless she's horny.

I peeked at her and she was sleeping naked in the fetal position with
her ass sticking out, facing me. I reached out to her to cuddle up and
try and fall back asleep. I ran my hand along her shoulder, side and
thigh. When I began caressing her silky, smooth butt cheeks, I became
aroused. I re-positioned myself and began rubbing the head of my cock
up and down the crack of her ass. My purpose was to wake her up by
eating her pussy which would guarantee a fuck session.

Just then I heard the doorknob click and the door creak open, so I
jumped back to my side of the bed. In the dark, I could barely see the
outline of a shadow approaching Abigail's side of the bed.

"Psssst, Windy. Hey, Windy, are you awake? I need to talk to you,"
Whispered the voice. I then felt the person shaking Abigail. "Windy...
it's me, Dinky. Wake up."

When I heard the name Dinky, I realized Adrianna was the person in the
room. Windy is the childhood nickname given to Abigail because of her
stormy temper.

Abigail mumbled something about "Mom" and "wedding dress" and whined
saying she was sleepy.

"Ssshhhh... it's okay, go back to sleep," Adrianna whispered and
Abigail mumbled in reply.

I had forgotten that most of the partygoers had planned on spending the
night at Kelly's. I panicked when I saw Adrianna coming to my side of
the bed. What could she possibly want? She came over and kneeled next
to me. She had heard me jump moments earlier, so she knew I was awake.

"Hi, uh... Zorro. I'm surprised you're awake after the night you've
had," Adrianna whispered.

I was frozen with fear. I had forgotten that Adrianna thought her
sister was in bed with a stripper, not her fiancee! I dared not speak.
If she found out who I was, I could never show my face again! I was so
ashamed!

"You know... I don't know if you noticed, but I left when you were
doing all that... uh... stuff," Adrianna said as she reached out and
stroked my chest. "To be honest, I wanted to... well, you know... so
badly, but I didn't want to do it in front of everyone."

Adrianna caressed my chest and trailed her hand down my stomach. HOLY
COW! My fiancee's sister wanted to fuck me! Or fuck ZORRO anyway.
Earlier, I would have loved to tear into her, but now I was thinking
clearly and wasn't totally crazed with lust. How could I get out of
this one?

"I know I'm not... well... skinny, but... the lights are off and...
well..." she said, trailing off her words.

I didn't know what to do, so I reached out and shook Abigail. When she
didn't wake, I shook her harder. She didn't even so much as stir or
mumble.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about her waking up," Adrianna whispered.
"She's slept through big earthquakes before. Nothing can wake her up."

Unfortunately, I knew this to be true.

"Uh... Zorro... can I ask you a question?" Adrianna asked.

"Mm-hmm," I mumbled.

"Are you really... umm... Mexican?" she asked.

"Mm-hmm," I answered.

"Is it true that Mexican's like there women kind of... uh... big?"

I like ANY size of woman depending on the person she is inside, but I
gave her a "mm-hmm" just to go along with her.

"How come you don't talk, are you afraid?" she asked.

"Mm-hmm," I replied.

By this time she was running her fingers through my pubic hair. She
trailed a finger from the base of my semi-hard cock to the glans. Once
at the head she pinched it hard asking me if it felt good. I gave her
the standard "mm-hmm" reply and she did it a few more times. I was
trying not to get excited, but my cock was betraying me. I stiffened as
she alternated between giving me an expert handjob and rubbing my
balls. I knew I was in trouble when she trailed kisses down, my chest
to my stomach and to my groin. Once there she planted a kiss on my
cockhead and I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out. She quickly lapped it
up and flicked her tongue around my engorged glans. She took it into
her mouth and sucked me gently, then harder. She eventually took about
half my throbbing cock in her mouth. Abigail had told me Adrianna was
shy, but for a shy girl, she sure knew her way around a cock. I was
enjoying the blowjob, but I wanted to taste her pussy, so I gently
pulled her head away from my crotch.

"W-w-what's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if-" she
whispered apologetically.

"Sssshhhh," I whispered and cut her off with a kiss. Her lips were even
thicker and softer than Abigail's. I kissed her hungrily on the lips
and her full cheeks while I ran my hand inside her silk robe and all
over her body. I realized she was naked underneath as I caressed her
soft thighs and finally, her soft but shapely ass. As previously
mentioned, I believe a woman should be a little soft in some places and
I preferred Adrianna's body to Abigail's. Fucking her was the only
thing going through my mind.

I pulled her robe off and laid her on the bed. She was wriggling and
moaning loudly as I trailed kisses and little nibbles from her neck, to
her shoulders, down her back and around the front to her tits. She was
just a bit bigger than Abigail, but her tits were nice and soft. I
nibbled gently, but began losing control once I sucked her soft flesh
into my mouth. I began biting harder.

"Oooohhhh, yeeaahhhh... bite my titties," Adrianna whispered
breathlessly. Ooohhhh, that feels sooooo goooood."

At her insistence, I gave her a couple of hickies on each tit. I then
laid her down and trailed kisses down to her soft belly. I couldn't
help but suck a little of her excess flesh into my mouth and chew. This
really drove her wild and she arched her back and moaned loudly when I
tongued her bellybutton. She was panting and moaning before I even
reached her vulva. I felt something silky and soft brush my cheek.
COULD IT BE?! YES! She had a soft, full patch of public hair covering
her entire mound! I love feeling a woman's pubic hair on my face.
(Abigail refused to let her pubic hair grow out because of her
gymnastics outfit. LADIES, PLEASE STOP SHAVING!!!!)

At that moment, I regretted being in the dark. I was dying to have a
look at her fuzzy pussy. After a couple of minutes, I planted a soft
kiss on her soft, wet, cunt petals. I heard her sigh and felt her cunt
lips part completely. My jaws were still sore from all the pussy I had
eaten earlier, but I didn't care, I just wanted to bury my face in her
wet, furry mound. I licked up and down her slit, sucking her sweet
nectar. I sucked her lips into my mouth, letting them pass between my
teeth as I nibbled on them gently. I slowly snaked my tongue into her
tight, wet, honey pot. She arched her hips and gently pushed my head
deeper into her crotch as I rhythmically tongue fucked her. I withdrew
my tongue and replaced it with a finger. I fingered her and tongued and
sucked on her hard clit. After only a few seconds, she quivered and
came. I soaked my mustache and goatee with her honeydew as I lapped up
her sweetness

"Oh, God, that was the greatest," she panted. "I've never had it like
that before."

I climbed up the bed a little and pressed the tip of my cock against
her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked me right in. I fucked her
hot, wet mouth for a couple of minutes. When I thought she was
sufficiently recovered, I made my way down between her legs. I rubbed
my cock up and down her juicy slit.

"Oh, yes, baby. Do it to me. Oh, please do it to me," she begged
quietly.

I slowly slid my throbbing cock into her pussy. I met a fair amount of
resistance, but she let out a big sigh and relaxed while I buried my
meat inside her. I could feel her muscles loosening and tightening
around my cock and when I felt her contractions stop, I began pumping
slowly.

"Oh, Gaaawwwwd, yessssss... oooohhhhh, baby," she sighed. "Oh, you're
soooo big. So thick. Oooohhhhh, so goooood."

I fucked her slowly and gently and in no time, I could feel her hips
moving to meet my thrusts. After a few minutes, I quickened and
strengthened my pumping.

"Oh, yesssss, baby. Fuck me harder... fuck me... oooooooo... yeah,
baby," she cooed quietly.

I had reservations of fucking her harder until I felt the soft padding
of her belly. There was no protruding pubic bone to bang mine against,
so I fucked her harder and faster. Once we were really moaning, I
stopped and pulled out.

"Oh, please, don't stop. W-What's wrong?" she pleaded. "Please,...
can't we do it just a little longer?"

I wanted to feel her weight on me and I wanted access to her soft ass.
I stood up and pulled her up by her hand. I took her place on the bed,
put my arms around her plump waist and pulled her on top of me.

"You mean you want me on top? Are you sure?" she asked surprised. I
responded with my "mm-hmm." "Well, I hope I'm not too heavy-"

I was tired of hearing this beautiful creature put herself down, so I
"shushed" her. She giggled quietly and lowered herself on my aching
cock. Her soft, hot pussy had no problem swallowing me this time. Each
time she lowered herself, she clamped her vaginal muscles around my
cock and I could feel her soft thighs melting against mine. I reached
around and sunk my fingers into her fleshy butt cheeks. She felt like
pure heaven. She must have not been used to being on top because I
could feel her tire after a few minutes.

I pulled her down and hugged her against my chest while I took over,
pumping in and out. I could hear loud squishing noises as my cock slid
in and out of her with ease. Her love hole was so slippery, I don't
know how I kept from sliding out. I kept squeezing her ass and thought
I'd take a risk and run my fingers down the crack. When I rubbed her
asshole with the tip of my index finger, her ass cheeks quivered and
she surprised me by relaxing herself. I knew I was risking the end of
our sex session, but I just had to try. I sucked my middle finger into
my mouth and lubed it with my saliva. As we continued fucking, I slowly
eased my finger into her tight asshole. She stopped matching my
thrusts, shook and groaned loudly. To my excitement she relaxed, stuck
her ass in the air and accepted my finger.

"Ooooooooooo, yeah... oooooo... finger my ass," she hissed loudly.

We were both so excited, I fucked her harder while I sawed my finger in
and out of her ass. While she thrust back against my cock and finger,
she must have been grinding her clit against me because she shook and
exploded with a thunderous orgasm. She moaned and slightly muffled her
scream by burying her face in my neck.

She shook and whimpered while I held her for a couple of minutes. As
she climbed off me, I got behind her before she could roll onto her
back. I immediately began kissing, licking and nibbling her ass. One of
the biggest thrills I've ever had came when I sucked the soft flesh of
her ass into my mouth and began chewing gently. When I got to the
crack, I tongued her asshole until she moaned again.

"Did you like putting your finger back there?" Adrianna asked.

"Mm-hmm," I mumbled.

"Do you like doing it back there? She asked breathily. I "mm-hmmed"
again. "Me, too. Would you like to do it to me back there?"

"MM-HMM!" I replied.

I was afraid she'd change her mind, so I quickly tongued her asshole in
circles while I spread her ass cheeks. I drooled all the saliva I could
into her tight hole and spit into my hand and rubbed some on my cock. I
even lubed my cock with her soaking wet cunt. After stretching her a
little, I rubbed my cockhead at the opening and pushed a little. I felt
her open up as she took my glans. After feeling her clamp and relax, I
gave her another inch or so. We repeated the process until I was buried
all the way in her hot, lovely ass. After almost a minute of feeling
her ass muscles contract and relax, she gave me the okay.

I withdrew a couple of inches and slowly eased back into her. I slowly
and gently fucked her ass while we both moaned.

"You can go a little faster now... uuuunnnnnnhhhhh," she moaned as I
obeyed her wish. "Ooooo, yesssssssss... uuunnnhhh... harder... aawwww,
Gaaawd yesss."

I'm don't know how experienced Adrianna was at taking it up the ass,
but she sure was good at it. At her pleading, I quickened and hardened
my thrusts.

"Oooooo, yeahhhhh, baby... unh... unh come on... fuck my ass...
please... unh... fuck my ass," Adrianna begged. "Harder... aaahhhhh...
yeah... so goooood... ooooo... please... unh... don't stop."

Adrianna buried her face in the pillow and moaned louder. Knowing I was
pleasuring this woman and feeling her hot, tight ass strangle my cock
sent me out of control. I starting pulling out almost all the way and
ramming my cock harder and faster into her ass. I could only hear the
loud sound of my quadriceps smacking her ass cheeks and her muffled
screams. Soon, the headboard began banging loudly against the wall, but
I didn't give a damn. I was to the point of no return as Adrianna and I
moaned and panted in unison

"Mmmmpphhhhhh... mmmmppphhhh," was all I heard from Adrianna. When she
stopped thrusting her ass back at me and growled loudly into the
pillow. I knew she was coming. Her ass jumped into the air a couple of
times and her body went limp. After a few more pumps, I shot about
three long streaks of jizz up her ass. I collapsed to the side of her
and yelped when my hypersensitive cock popped out of her ass.

We laid in the dark for a long time, too exhausted to move. Adrianna
finally moved over and French kissed me.

"Mmmm... thank you, Zorro. You're incredible," she said. "Wow, what a
night."

She asked me several "yes" or "no" answer questions, such as if I had a
girlfriend, was it serious, did I love my girlfriend, etc. I kept the
standard "mm-hmm" or "mm-mm" answers to all her questions. She scared
me when she asked if we could get together sometime whenever she came
to visit her sister. She told me to think about it for awhile and she
would get a hold of me through Kelly. Just then Abigail finally
stirred.

"Mmm... baby... whu.. mmm," she mumbled.

"Well, I guess I'd better go," she said and then French kissed me
deeply. "Thank you."

"No, thank YOU," I said, disguising my voice.

Adrianna giggled and kissed me again before leaving. Just as I laid
back, Abigail turned to my side of the bed and tossed an arm over me,
mumbling something about her wedding dress. That's when the guilt hit
me. I had been so worked up that I had forgotten that my future bride
was sleeping less than two feet away from me. I tried to slither away,
but she cuddled up closer and I eventually fell asleep around 4:30 a.m.

* * * * * * * * * *

I was having an erotic dream when I cracked my eyes open and noticed
the sun was out. I realized the dream was reality when I heard
Abigail's voice.

"Goooood morning, sleepy head," Abigail said as she kissed and sucked
on my chest.

"Wha-... what time is it?" I asked sleepily as I tried to sit up.

"Shhhhh... relax, baby. It's 8 o' clock. Mmmmm... it's time for morning
nooky," Abigail cooed sweetly with a wicked smile.

Whenever we spent the night together (despite Abigail's pleas we still
hadn't moved in together), unless she was having her period, Abigail
and I always began our days with morning sex. She kissed her way down
to my groin area. Once there, she inspected my crotch. She looked at me
sweetly and talked dirty to me about last night. She sucked me to
hardness saying my dick tasted like pussy. She mounted me and rode me
ever so slowly for a couple of minutes before she stopped.

"Baby, what's this?" she asked as she reached above my head.

I looked up in time to see her pulling something from the headboard. It
was a robe. I said it was probably Kelly's. Abigail's eyes widened as
she inspected the robe. She showed me the initials "A.M.V.D."

"What is Dree's robe doing in here?" she asked with a puzzled look on
her face.

"Babe, I'm sorry. She came in here... she thought I was Zorro... I
tried to wake you up... I couldn't let her know it was me!" I panicked
as I tried weakly to explain.

"Are you telling me that you... and my baby sister?!" she said with
raised eyebrows. "When?!"

I took a deep breath and began explaining. Halfway through my
explanation, I noticed Abigail had resumed grinding herself on my cock.

"WHAT?! IN THE ASS?! RIGHT NEXT TO ME?!" Abigail shrieked.

Abigail really went wild when I told her that I had fucked her little
sister in the ass while she slept in the same bed less than two feet
away.

"Oooohhhh, baby... tell me again! Tell me everything!" Abigail begged
as she repeatedly slammed her tight cunt down on my cock. Ooohhhh, fuck
yeahhhhh, baby."

At her insistence, I went over every detail again. Abigail really got
off on hearing how I had fucked her sister. I don't know what possessed
me to say it, but I admitted to her that her sister gave good head and
was a better lay than her because she took it up the ass - something
Abigail found repulsive. Upon hearing this, she moaned louder and rode
my cock harder than I can ever remember. The headboard slammed noisily
against the wall as she fucked me in a rough and steady rhythm.

"My, God, are they fucking again?!" I heard someone yell through the
door. "Atta girl, Abby, you little slut!"

Abigail's eyes were glazed over and sweat formed on her forehead as she
grunted and groaned like a wild animal. She finally threw her head back
and let out the loudest scream she had ever let out before as she
shuddered and orgasmed. She didn't care who heard. After she climaxed,
she climbed off me and attacked my cock, jerking it roughly as she
tongued, sucked and nibbled on my glans. I finally blew my come on her
face and then down her throat. She made low throaty animal noises as
she lapped it all up.

When we were done, she collapsed on top of me. She told me she was so
excited that I had fucked her sister that it made her lose control.
What made it more exciting for her was that her sister was shy and she
didn't think she had it in her to fuck a "stranger." Instead of being
angry, she was turned on.

"Shame on you, baby," Abigail said as she playfully smacked my thigh.
"You should have waken me up so at least I could have listened to you
guys. I'll never forgive you for that. You owe me big, mister."

I had no idea how she planned on collecting nor did I care. I just
thanked my lucky stars that she wasn't mad. I dressed and Kelly kept
everyone occupied in the living room while I made my escape through the
back door.

A little over 24 hours later, nearly two years after I had met the
meanest, most rotten, manipulative, conniving, jealous little bitch on
the face of the earth... we were married.

And it didn't take long for me to learn how I was to repay her...


Part VII

"Mona the Whore"

by Ric

(hetero, oral, light spanking, role playing)

* * * * * * * * * *

Now that we were married, I thought Abigail would stop asking me to
have sex with other women, but this wasn't the case. It seemed that she
wanted to watch me with a woman now more than ever.

Never in my life had I ever cheated on anyone I had dated. Screwing
Kelly while Abigail watched didn't really bother me because of the
close relationship Kelly and I had. Besides, I thought it was just a
phase she was going through. To this day I can't really explain why I
lost control at Abigail's bachelorette party, but I do know that
afterward I felt ashamed. I felt like a piece of shit unworthy of
marrying anybody. Only because I got caught up in the blessed moment of
our wedding day did I temporarily forget about the events of two nights
before. Abigail surely didn't care. In just the first month of our
marriage, she watched the videotape of her party countless times. And
she would always attack me sexually afterward.

We couldn't go out to dinner, shopping or anywhere without her saying
"Look, there's one, babe. How about her?"

After several unsuccessful attempts to "set me up" with another woman,
Abigail broke down to a serious stretch of interpreting our wedding
vows.

"Babe, when we got married I promised to be faithful to you," I said.
"Or have you forgotten our vows?"

"It seems that YOU are the one whose forgotten our vows," Abigail
accused. "You promised to HONOR and OBEY me and you don't seem to be
doing a very good job of it. Besides, it's not cheating if I'm there
with you."

That's the way all our little discussions ended.

* * * * * * * * * *

We finally began settling into married life about two months after the
wedding. Abigail was on summer vacation from teaching, but she kept
busy by coaching at a local area gymnastics camp.

One late Friday afternoon in August Abigail called me to tell me her
car had broken down and was towed to a garage. She told me she would
need a ride and gave me the address. We live in a nice neighborhood of
a large metropolitan area. The address she gave me was two cities away
in a sleazy part of the state capitol. Way back when, this area used to
be a nice neighborhood, but now it was known for its sleazy bars,
prostitutes and drug dealers. Abigail hung up the phone before I could
ask her what the hell she was doing in that part of town.

I was working out of the office that day and it took me almost 20
minutes to get to the exact spot where she said she'd be. I felt like a
potential "john" as several prostitutes came to my car window. I was
stopped in front of a little liquor store when what was probably
prostitute number seven approached my car.

"Hey, mista, howz 'bout a date?" The prostitute said with a thick
eastern United States accent.

"No, thank you," I said as I looked up and down both sides of the
street for any sign of my wife.

"C'mon, mista, I just woke up," she explained. "You'll be my fust
custuma of da' day."

"Sorry, sweetheart," I said. "I'm not interested."

I finally spotted a petite blonde walking my way, but as she came
closer I realized she wasn't Abigail. I was really getting restless,
but I didn't dare get out of the car in such a screwed up neighborhood.

"Well, if ya ain't interested, watcha doin' on dis street?" she asked.

"I'm looking for my wife," I answered.

"Hey! I'll be ya wife!" she exclaimed.

"Not A wife... MY wife," I explained.

"Oh, yeah? Well, hundred bucks says I'm betta dan ya wife," she said
proudly.

I laughed and looked out the passenger side window to get my first
glimpse of this prostitute. She was relatively short and wore a red and
white striped cotton shirt. It was snug and you could see the outline
of small, but perky titties. The tail of the shirt was tied at the
bottom, exposing her sexy navel. She also wore a white, micro-mini
skirt that hugged a set of thick thighs. She noticed that I was looking
and she turned around to give me a hind view. Her skirt struggled to
contain a sweet bubble butt. I could only see from her neck to her
knees, but I had to admit that what I saw was pretty impressive. She
must have seen my eyes widen when I saw her body.

"Oohhhh, so ya like dis package, eh?" she asked with a seductive
giggle.

I didn't answer, I just looked away.

"Hey, mista, check dis out," she said. I couldn't help but look as she
swung a leg in the air and rested it on my car. She lifted up the front
of her skirt to reveal a pair of red thong bikini panties which she
pulled aside to show me her pussy. She had a thin strip of blonde hair
leading to her vulva. She had a set of bright pink, pussy lips and I
could see her cunt was swollen with horniness. She slowly ran two
fingers across her pussy and I must have let out a low moan when one of
her fingers disappeared into her slit.

"Aw, c'mon, mista. Pleeeaaase," she pleaded as she slowly fingered
herself. "I ain't had no dick all day and I'm ho'ny."

She withdrew her fingers and turned around. When she bent over, her
skirt rode up her ass to expose the bottom of her creamy, white butt
cheeks. For a small woman, she had a pretty healthy helping of ass.
From the back view, I also noticed she had long platinum blonde hair
that was tightly curled in spirals. The typical Prostitute Hairstyle.
(At least from what I'd seen on television.)

"Hey, mista... ya like dis ass?" she asked. "Wanna betta look?"

As she said this, she lifted her ass to the window and pulled up her
skirt. WOW!!! SHE HAD A GORGEOUS ASS!!! I saw the most perfect bubble
butt with a sweet matching set of white butt cheeks and an appetizing
crack splitting them down the middle. I began salivating like Pavlov's
dog. I couldn't help but stare at her ass. The sight of her made me
forget that I was there to look for my wife. This whore had the nicest
ass I had ever seen, except for my wife's of course. In fact, her
creamy white ass reminded of my wife's ass. She was built just like her
only a little taller. The same flat tummy, the same thick thighs, the
same small, but perky titties. I studied her ass for a long time,
mesmerized by the sight. She even had the same light brown colored
birthmark at the top of her left butt cheek... just like my wife. Just
like my wife? I know there must be millions of petite platinum blondes
in this world built like my wife, but how many have the SAME BIRTHMARK
in the SAME LOCATION? Physically, this whore was the spitting image of
MY WIFE! My mind starting racing at a million miles an hour. No way, I
thought! There's absolutely no way!

"Hey, you," I said. "Turn around. Let me see your face."

"What fo'?" she asked.

"Because I said so. Now turn around," I demanded.

The woman turned around and her face slowly came into view as she bent
down and leaned in through the open window. She had a set of full lips
painted with a dark red shade of lipstick. They looked like a perfect
pair of cock sucking lips. Slowly, her whole face came into view. She
had on a dark blush that was streaked on her cheeks. She wore three
colors of eye shadow - purple, yellow and red sprinkled with glitter -
that ran across her eyelids and to the side of her face like warrior
paint. She also had on dark mascara that detracted from what looked
like a beautiful pair of blue eyes. This woman had on so much makeup
that I could barely tell she had a milky white complexion. She looked
ridiculous, like a clown - or a whore. As I studied her face, my jaw
slowly gaped open as my eyebrows arched.

"Babe?" I mumbled.

"Hey, mista, ya ain't got no right callin' me babe lessin' ya gonna buy
my ass," she retorted.

I shook my head in disbelief. It finally dawned on me as I looked
beyond the makeup, that I wasn't talking to a prostitute, but rather MY
WIFE!

"Baby! What the hell are you doing in this neighborhood?! And why the
hell are you dressed like that?!" I demanded to know.

"Hey! If ya ain't buyin' me, move ya ass outta da way and let me make
some money!" she yelled.

I didn't know what else to say, I just sat there dumbfounded. The next
thing that shot into my mind was that my lovely wife had turned to
prostitution. Of course had I been thinking straight I would have
realized how ridiculous that seemed. I just couldn't understand why my
wife was dressed like a whore and "working the streets" like a
prostitute.

"Well, buy me o' move ya ass!" The "prostitute" yelled, snapping me out
of my stupor.

"I don't know what the hell you're doing, but get in the car and we'll
talk about it later," I said.

"What's wrong, mista? Ah ya some kinda faggot o' what?" she laughed.
"Dontcha like girls?"

"Baby, I'm only gonna tell you one more time to get in this car!" I
said, losing my patience.

"Listen, asshole! My name ain't 'BABY,' it's MONA!" she yelled. "Now, I
gotta make some money... so fuck off!"

My wife -or Mona, then walked off. She put two fingers in her mouth and
let out a loud whistle. I looked in front of me and a silver Jaguar
stopped. My wife walked toward it, stuck out her firm little titties
and shook them. I saw her lean in through the passenger side window and
that's when I jumped out of my car.

As I walked briskly to the Jaguar, I heard her mention something about
$50. When I got there I saw the guy was trying to hand my wife a
handful of bills.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing, asshole?! She's my
wife!" I yelled at the john, but he just ignored me.

"Hey, if ya ain't got no betta offa dan fifty bucks, fuck off!" "Mona"
snapped.

I stood their stewing and staring at my wife, but I didn't move.

"Ah right... sold ta the highest bidda," she smiled as she opened the
car door.

I quickly realized by the look I saw in her eyes that she was serious.
I didn't know what she was up to, but I knew by the way she set her jaw
firmly that she wasn't playing. I had to think quickly.

"Wait! Uh... I'll... uh... give you a hundred bucks," I said weakly. I
couldn't believe I was bidding against some john for my wife! I heard
the john mumble something and "Mona" said "suit yaself" and closed the
door.

"Well, mista," she said with a smile. "Ya just bought yaself da best
piece o' ass in town."

"Okay, baby," I said breathing a sigh of relief. "Let's go home now."

"Wait a minute," she said. "I ain't goin' no place witcha 'til ya gives
me a hundred bucks. And we ain't goin' ta ya place."

I stared at her trying to figure out if she was serious.

"Aw, fuckit! Hey, ya still got dat fifty bucks!" she called out to the
john in the Jaguar, who by now, was talking to another prostitute.

Whatever was going on, she was adamant about it. She pointed out a bank
teller machine that was up the street and told me she would wait for
me, but if I weren't back in 10 minutes, she'd sell herself to someone
else. I didn't think she would actually do it, but past experiences
with her taught me never to call her bluff when she's in such a mind
set.

I withdrew the money and returned in about 5 minutes. She instructed me
to meet her at a hotel across the street and rent a room. The clerk
didn't even flinch when I rented the room. I found out why when I
scanned the parking lot and saw a few pretty expensive cars. It was a
sleazy motel where prostitutes went to consummate their business
transactions.

I felt uncomfortable, like a sleazy bastard or something, so I was
relieved to finally get to the room door. I was still a little ticked
off, but "Mona" gave me a loving look and a wink that chased away my
anger and made me laugh.

Once inside, I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next, but I
decided to give in and play along with her little game.

"Look, I... uh, believe it or not, I've never done this before," I said
innocently.

"Oh, I believe ya," she said. "Ya look nuvus. Don't worry, honey, Mona
won't hurtcha."

She pointed to my wedding band and asked me if I was married. When I
told her I was, she asked if I had a picture of my wife and I showed
her a wallet sized photo of our wedding picture.

"WOW! What a looka ya wife is! Ya shu ah lucky!" she said with a silly
smile.

"Oh, you think so do you?" I asked. I figured as long as we were
playing a game, I would have a little fun. "Well, I'm not very lucky.
My wife happens to be a little BITCH and one hell of a LOUSY LAY to
boot. Why do you think I'm here with you?"

"Hey! Dat's a real shitty ding ta say!" she admonished.

"Aw, who cares? I only married the little bitch because she's rich," I
retorted.

"WHAT?!" she snapped back with her eyes nearly popping out of her head
and her jaw dropping.

I could tell she was furious and took me seriously. So I gave her a
little smile and winked.

"Oh... OH! OKAY!" she said smiling when she realized I was joking.

Just then a devious thought flashed through my head. Hmm, I thought, if
you want to ACT like a whore, I'll TREAT you like a whore. I handed her
$100 and she smiled and turned her back to me as she shoved the money
in her purse. There was something about paying my "whore wife" for sex
that made me feel sleazy and excited at the same time.

Before she could turn back around I walked behind her, trapping her
between me and a table that was in the room. I untied her blouse and
pulled it up. When I felt her bare tits I grew more excited to discover
she wasn't wearing a bra. Rather than caressing her titties as I
usually did, I grabbed them and squeezed roughly. I watched as my
fingers left pink and red traces on her milky white breast flesh.

"Boy, ya don't waste no time do ya!" she exclaimed. She then moaned and
whined when I began roughly pinching and pulling at her long, thick,
rock hard nipples. "Ow! Hey, go easy."

"What do you mean 'go easy?'" I said. "I paid for you little ass, you
whore, so just shut the fuck up!"

Abigail loves whenever I get forceful and take whatever I want, so I
knew she must have been getting wet when I heard her emit a low
guttural moan. I released her and backed up a few steps. I kicked off
my shoes and quickly got naked from the waist down, exposing my limp
cock.

"Come here," I said sharply. "Get over here and suck my cock! And you
suck it good or I'm gonna beat your little ass, you fuckin' whore!"

"Hey, uh... ain't ya got no rubba?" she asked.

"No, I ain't got no rubba," I said, mocking her accent. "Now get over
here and suck my cock!"

"Well. I normally don't do dis, but ya looks like a nice enough fella,"
she said.

"Mona" dropped and walked over to me on her knees. She reached out a
small hand, grabbed my cock and began slowly jerking me off. She
reached out with her tongue and bathed my cockhead. She followed that
by licking the length of my hardening shaft. Normally I enjoy having
her suck my cock in such a manner, but I was feeling very impatient and
I thrust my hips forward, burying the full length of my semi hard cock
in her mouth. Abigail can't take my full length into her mouth when I'm
hard, but otherwise she has no problem.

I tangled my left hand in her tight spiral curls and started fucking
her mouth. She moaned and gagged as my big balls slapped against the
silky smooth skin of her chin. Fucking my wife's beautiful face and
having her tongue work furiously on the underside of my shaft had me
fully erect in about a minute. Now that I was totally hard, she was
gagging more frequently and her full lips painted with the whorish red
lipstick were ovaled and stretched to the hilt as she tried to
accommodate my thickness. "Mona" tried to pull away from me, but I had
a firm grasp of her hair which I yanked roughly. I was so turned on
that I pulled out so I wouldn't shoot my load. My cock broke the
suction of her lips with a loud "pop." When I finally let go of her
hair, "Mona" yanked her head away, coughed a couple of times and gasped
loudly for air. She looked at me with wide eyes, but then smiled.

"Ooo, I see ya gots some spirit, eh?" she said, panting.

"Oh, fuck yeah I do," I said stroking my aching cock. "And I'm gonna
make sure you get it all."

"Sounds good ta me," she said as she climbed on the bed that was next
to us.

"No, no, sweetheart," I said grabbing her by the hair and gently
pulling her off the bed. "A bed's to good for a filthy little whore
like you. Get the fuck down here!"

I forced her down onto the carpet and held her face down. I yanked up
her skirt and she moaned excitedly when I ripped of her thong panties.
I had her on her knees with her beautiful ass sticking up in the air. I
knew she got mad at me one time when I smacked her hard on the ass, but
I couldn't resist and I gave her a hard whack.

"YEEEOOOW!!! HEY, YOU ASSHOLE!' She screamed and popped her head up.
She temporarily lost her eastern accent.

"Hey, what?" I asked innocently. I saw she had composed herself.

"Dat's gonna cost ya extra, muthafucka!" she yelled.

"Oh, yeah? Is that right?" I asked. I pulled out all the bills I had in
my pants pocket and threw them so they landed near her face. "Here
then, let me get my money's worth!"

I smacked her hard about three or four more times and stopped when I
heard her sniffling. Her milky white ass cheeks had turned beet red and
showed my hand prints. I saw the insides of her thighs were glistening
with cunt juice when I roughly parted them. I rubbed the swollen head
of my cock up and down her plump pussy. I knew she was as ready as I
was, so I parted her cunt lips with my glans.

"Open up and say ah, bitch. Here I come," I said.

I could feel my cock gently splitting her tight, wet pussy as I buried
my full length in one slow thrust. I felt "Mona's" cunt squeezing and
relaxing against my cock while I fucked her with long, slow strokes.

"Ooohhh, yeah, mista," "Mona" sighed while I fucked her doggy style.
"Ooooo, fuck me witcha big dick."

Soon our moans and the sound of my thighs smacking "Mona's" hard ass
filled the room as I fucked her harder. When we quieted down long
enough to catch our breath, I could hear the sound of my engorged cock
squishing in and out of her tight, juicy snatch. There was something
perverted about paying a "prostitute" for sex (something I've never
done) and fucking her in a sleazy motel that thrilled me to no end. The
atmosphere also heightened the sensation. There was a musty smell
coming from the room, like wet carpet that hadn't been cleaned in a
while. The really erotic smell though, came from "Mona." I was used to
smelling my wife's very expensive perfumes. The fragrance "Mona" wore
was overpowering and smelled like it cost $5 a gallon. As if I weren't
turned on enough, the cheap scent permeated my nostrils and had an
aphrodesiac affect on me, so I fucked her harder.

"OOOHHH, GOD, YESSSSSS! RIGHT THERE... RIGHT THERE! OOOOO... FUCK ME
GOOD, HONEYBABY!" "Mona" screamed as my cock located one of her spots.
"OOOHHHH, HONEYBABY... DON'T STOP!"

"Honeybaby" is one of my wife's pet names for me and hearing it snapped
me out my sex induced stupor. As crazy as it seemed, for a few minutes,
I actually thought I was fucking a whore! As I've said before, sex with
my wife is without equal, but when I realized I was fucking my wife, it
was somewhat of a letdown. This made me feel extremely guilty and that
really pissed me off, so I pulled out.

"Wh-what are you doing, baby? Put it back in! Please!" she pleaded. She
was no longer "Mona" the whore, but my loving wife Abigail. I yanked
her head up from the carpet by her shaggy blonde mane.

"Look, you fuckin' whore! Only my wife calls me 'honeybaby' you got
that!" I snapped, looking into her eyes. "And I'll be damned if I'm
gonna let a little two-bit whore like you act like my wife!"

Abigail's frightened look became one of lust as she smiled lewdly.

"Oh, yeah, shu... shu, mista. Sorry 'bout dat," she apologized, once
again becoming "Mona." I could see by the look in her eyes that she was
turned on that I was playing the role of a john.

I smacked her hard on the ass and ordered her on her back. I grabbed
her calves and spread her legs widely. We groaned in unison when I
reentered her and I resumed banging her hard right away. "Mona's"
ankles were near my ears and her knees were to her chest. I looked at
her face while we fucked. Her rainbow of eye shadow was smudged a
little where I had rubbed her face into the carpet while fucking her
doggy style. Her earlier tears (when I spanked her) had caused her
mascara to run and dry in long black streaks on her cheeks. Her dark
red lipstick was smudged around her mouth from the earlier mouth-
fucking I had given her. Her face was a sleazy, disgusting mess, but
the erotic sight had me out of control. My balls made a loud plopping
noise each time they smacked her ass as I intensified my furious pace.

"OH, OH... GOD! UNH... FUCK ME! UNH... HARDER... UNH... HARDER!" "Mona"
wailed. "OOOOOHHHHH, GAWWWWWD,... UNH... UNH... FUCK Y-Y-YEAHHHH!!!"

Within seconds, I was once again fucking "Mona, " instead of my wife.

"TAKE IT ALL, BITCH!" I panted. "OH, FUCK... UNH... TAKE MY... UNH...
FUCKIN' COCK!"

I slowed down my thrusts but kept on slamming hard into her tight
pussy. Soon I stopped thrusting altogether because I could feel myself
about to shoot my load. I stared into "Mona's" eyes and she gave me a
wicked look as she continually squeezed my cock with her vaginal
muscles.

"Damn, you're a great little fuck!" I said. "You're a helluvalot better
lay than my wife."

"Damn right, mista. I'm da best," she said with a wicked smile. And
what she said wasn't far from the truth. Forbidden sex with a
"prostitute" was strangely arousing.

I ordered her on her hands and knees and she turned around, jutting her
gorgeous ass in the air. I positioned myself behind her and slowly slid
my cock back into her dripping hole. Within a few seconds I was once
again slamming my cock into her tight pussy as my thighs smacked loudly
against her muscular ass. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and used
this method to slam her petite body back toward my thrusting cock.

"OH, GAWD... UNH... OH, FUCK... UNH... OH, MY GAWD!!!" Was all "Mona"
could say. "OOHHHHH, FUCK ME... UNH!!!"

"OH, GOD,... UNH... YOU LITTLE WHORE! FUCK YOUR... UNH... PUSSY'S SO
TIGHT!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "SO... UNH... FUCKIN' TIGHT!!!

As I fucked her mercilessly, I reached around and roughly yanked one of
her nipples. I alternated between one then the other and she moaned
louder each time. She offered me an even better target of her pussy
when she lowered herself on her elbows. I realized what she had in mind
when I saw one of her hands disappear under her torso. She stopped
pushing back against me and her moans grew even louder as she rubbed
her clit.

"OH, YEAH... OH, GAWD... OH, FUCK... OH... OH... OH... FUCK ME... OH,
PLEASE!!! She screamed. "SO... UNH... GOOD... OH, GAWD... UNH... SO
GOOD!!!"

Just when I pulled "Mona's" head up by the hair, she stopped breathing.
She had an exasperated look on her face. Her eyes and her mouth were
wide open, but no sound came out and she wasn't moving. Suddenly a loud
animal-like groan came from deep within her body.

"UUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH... FUUUUUUUUUUUCK... OH, GAWD... OH GAWD...
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, FUUUUUUUUUUU-!!!" "Mona" groaned. She buried her face
in the carpet and screamed while her ass started bucking involuntarily
in the air. When she was done bucking, she wiggled under me like Jell-
O. This went on for what seemed like almost a minute or so.

I was temporarily scared. I had never seen my wife act like this before
and it took me a few seconds to realize that she was convulsing from
the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen her have. She collapsed under
me with closed eyes and I could hear her whimpering. She rolled over on
her back and looked up at me and smiled contentedly. She let out a big
yawn and I knew she was exhausted. Not wanting our little game to end,
I moved between her legs and plunged my cock into her well worn pussy.
Abigail's always ultra sensitive after an orgasm and she let out a
little painful shriek when I reentered her.

"OW! W-wait-... stop - please," "Mona" begged.

"Hah! Wait, my ass you little bitch! I'm not finished!" I snapped.

As I resumed pumping "Mona," she whined and begged me to stop and wait
for a few minutes. I knew it was painful for her, but I was too far
gone to give a damn. I looked into her eyes and was even more turned on
by the look of fear in them.

"Beg for my cock,... unh... c'mon you filthy, fuckin' whore!' I
commanded. "Beg like the little fuckin' whore you are... unh... and I
won't tear your tight, little pussy in two!"

"Yes, p-please... unh... fuck me with... unh... your big cock!" "Mona"
begged. Her cries of pain had subsided and I recognized her lusty
moans. "Fuck me... unh... please... fuck my tiny... unh... little
pussy!"

"Take it, you dirty slut... unh! Beg for it... unh... you cocksucking
whore! Scream, bitch!" I ordered.

"OH, GOD, YESSSSS!!! I'M YOUR WHORE!!! OH, GOD PLEASE... UNH... FUCK
ME... UNH... PLEASE!!! OH, GOD, I'M... UNH... SUCH A WHORE!!! FUCK ME,
PLEASE!!!" Mona pleaded. She had long since lost her accent, and even
if I would have noticed at the time I'm sure I wouldn't have cared
anyway.

The only thing I cared about was abusing "Mona's" pussy. I now had her
petite 4'11, 97-pound frame trapped under my 6-foot, 225 lbs. as I
plowed into her tight, little, cunt. The dirty talk had ceased. All
that could be heard was "Mona" gasping for air as I pounded it out of
her and my savage grunts whenever my cock slammed into her helpless
cunt. I was in lust heaven, but something made me pull out and I walked
on my knees up to her face.

I grabbed my meat and smacked her hard across the face with it. I cock-
slapped her about five times and she must have enjoyed it because she
moaned louder with each slap.

"Play with your pussy, you cunt!" I demanded. "Finger your filthy
little cunt, you disgusting whore!"

By this time she was emitting one long steady moan after another as I
watched two of her fingers disappear into her dripping honeypot. I
plopped my balls rudely on her mouth and her tongue darted out
immediately. Her free hand grabbed and jerked my cock furiously as she
licked, sucked and nibbled on my balls. That feeling, coupled with
watching the blur that was her other hand work her pussy, sent me over
the edge.

I whipped my cock out of her hand and shoved it in her mouth. I fucked
my cockhead in and out of her hot, little, wet mouth, but somehow had
the presence of mind not to force it down her throat. Once I looked
into her big, gorgeous, blue eyes, I knew it would be over in no time.
Before I could blow my wad however, she clenched her eyes tightly while
I fucked her mouth.

"Mmpphhhffff... mmpphhhffff," Was all I could hear. I knew "Mona" had
just come again, but she couldn't scream with a mouth full of cock. She
managed to free her mouth of my prick and gasped loudly for air. It
didn't matter that my dick bobbed stiffly in the air, the work was
done. And now came the painful pleasure. I felt as if something were
squeezing my balls and when "Mona" reached up and pinched my cockhead,
I winced in pain.

"AW, FUCK... OH, SHIT! OH, YEAH... OH, YEAH... AAAAAAHHHHHH, FUCK...
FUCK... FUCK..AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" I yelled as I shot my load.

My first thick, white stream of cum landed partially in "Mona's" hair
and on her forehead. The second thick blast hit her forehead and drape
itself down her nose and ended on her cheek. She shut her eye just in
time as the third rope of cum landed on her eyebrow, her eyelid and on
her cheek. I was so light headed that I nearly passed out. I couldn't
stop cumming. I know I shot at least five long streaks and several
little ones. Finally, the last few drops dribbled out of my cock and
onto "Mona's" lips and into her mouth. I had never come that much in my
life. Although my wife loved the taste of my semen and usually let me
cum in her mouth, she wife would never allow me to intentionally come
on her face. She said it was demeaning. It happened every now and then,
but always by accident.

I was absolutely thrilled at fucking a "prostitute," but what was more
exciting and really intensified my ejaculation, was that I knew I was
performing the forbidden act of jizzing on my wife's face. Now as I
looked down, I saw a gooey white mess puddled and dripping on her
makeup laden face. I don't know why, but she looked absolutely adorable
as she stared at me with one eye wide open and the other one partially
closed. I trailed my cock on her face, slowly mopping up the jism and
feeding it into her hungry mouth.

"Mmmmmm... God, you taste sooo gooood," she whispered as she sucked the
gobs of cum off my cock.

"Damn, Mona, that was the best fuck I've ever had!" I complimented her.
"You're way better than my wife!"

"I told ya so," she smiled. "And ya putty good yaself. Ain't no john
neva made me come befo'. And ya made me cum twice!"

"Hey, I've got an idea," I said with an evil grin. 'Why don't you run
away with me?"

"Naw, sorry, mista," she laughed and raised her hand, showing me a
wedding ring. "I'm married and I love my husband. He's da most wunduful
man in da wuld."

"Well, could we at least keep fucking?" I asked with a grin.

"Oh, shu' - shu'. Of couse." she said. "And wheneva ya make me cum...
it's on da house!"

We both laughed and I got dressed. Before I left, I turned and looked
at "Mona" again. She was sitting on the carpet with her legs spread,
leaning back on her hands. She had on high heels (about three-inch
heels that made her seem much taller) and her skirt was bunched up
around her tummy. I don't remember taking off her shirt, but it laid in
a heap off to the side. Her nipples were still hard and her titties had
red marks from were I had roughly pinched her. Her eye shadow was on
her forehead and on the side of her head also. Her mascara was smeared
all around her eyes and her cheeks, giving her the look of a raccoon.
Her lipstick was smeared on the tip of her nose and all around her
mouth, including on her chin. She looked like a vision of loveliness.
(Don't ask me why, I guess I'm sick!) I guess what really turned me on
was that I was looking at a woman from high society with a proper
upbringing, who was an heiress to a fortune worth hundreds of millions
of dollars - and there she was, nearly stark naked, sitting on the
filthy carpet of some sleazy ass room of a prostitute motel, portraying
a whore. Oh, and by the way... SHE WAS ALSO MY WIFE!!!

I walked back to her, bent over and gave her a long passionate kiss.

"I love you, Mona," I whispered.

"I love you, too, mista," she replied with a wink.

I walked outside and sat in my car, waiting to make sure she made it
safely out of that sleazy neighborhood. Once she was dressed, she
walked out of the room and toward the end of the parking. I laughed as
she got into her "broken down" car and drove away. She obviously had
this planned all along,. I didn't know why, but I enjoyed it too much
too care.

I had stopped by a store before I went back home. When I arrived,
Abigail was laying naked on our bed with an ice pack between her legs,
listening to classical music and sipping a glass of wine. I could tell
by the smell of her bath oil in the air that she had recently bathed.
She had an angelic look to her. She smiled when she saw me and I laid
next to her and gave her a deep kiss.

"Hello, gorgeous," I greeted her.

"Hello, handsome," she answered with a smile. "I've been missing you
all afternoon. Where've you been?

"Oh, I stopped by and had a drink with a colleague," I said.

"Colleague, huh?' She asked giggling. "Well, tell your COLLEAGUE not to
get so close to you next time. I can smell her cheap perfume on you. My
goodness, you smell like a whore. What happened?"

"Never you mind about that," I said changing the subject. I moved the
ice pack and gazed at her swollen pussy that looked angry and red. "Why
the ice pack?"

"I kept trying this routine on the parallel bars during practice and
whenever I tried a certain move, I kept getting rammed by the big steel
bar," she said with a devilish grin.

"Well, hopefully that won't happen again," I said.

"Mmmmm... I hope it does!' She said with her mischievous giggle.

* * * * * * * * * *

A week later, we were vacationing in a mountain cabin - a wedding
present from one of Abigail's rich relatives. She sent me to the store,
which was at the bottom of the mountain. About a couple of hundred
yards from our cabin, I encountered a "German hitchhiker" named
"Helga." I gave the petite blonde a ride and we detoured into the woods
where we fucked for a couple of hours while she spoke broken English
and fluent German.

Two weeks after that I was supposed to meet my wife in a bar. After
waiting for about a half hour, Abigail called me and told me she had
some school papers to grade and wasn't able to meet me. Before I could
leave, I was approached by a petite women with black hair (a wig). She
introduced herself as "Marie" and asked me if she could buy me a drink.
"Marie" spoke with a thick French accent. Knowing my wife was at home,
I allowed myself to be seduced by "Marie" and we fucked like starved
lovers in the back seat of her car while she spoke French. (Abigail is
fluent in 5 languages.)

Each time after I had fucked "Helga" and "Marie," Abigail was already
waiting for me at home. She would ask me if I enjoyed it. I admitted to
her that it was the best sex I had had in quite a while.

After the incident with "Marie," Abigail badgered me mercilessly when
we went to bed. Between a long day at work and the hot sex, I was worn
out, but Abigail kept pestering me and wouldn't let me sleep
peacefully.

"Baby, wake up! Don't be rude!" Abigail whined. "I asked you a
question. Yes or no? If you really truly love me with all your heart
you'll say yes."

I didn't even hear the question, but I was too exhausted to care.

"Of course I love you truly, silly," I mumbled sleepily. "Yes, of
course I will, babe. You know I'd do anything for you, my love."

Abigail squealed with delight and thanked me. We kissed and told each
other how much we loved one another and drifted off to sleep in each
other's arms.

During breakfast the next morning, Abigail was so excited she was
bouncing around the kitchen.

"Okay, babe, when do you want to do it?" Abigail asked.

"Do what?" I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

"What do you mean 'do what'? Don't act like you don't remember what we
talked about last night," Abigail said.

I told her I was so tired that I didn't remember the conversation, so
she happily filled me in.

"I promised to do WHAT?!!! I asked in amazement.


Part VIII

I thought my Abigail was up to her old tricks again. I had a hard time
believing that I had agreed to do what she told me I had agreed to.

"You agreed that you would have sex with a stranger while I watched,"
Abigail said nonchalantly. I was surprised that she had said it so
coolly as if she had announced we were going to the park or something
to that affect.

"No way! Don't b.s. me, babe. I said nothing of the sort," I said
laughing.

"Oh. You want to bet, mister?" She said with an evil look in her eyes.
With that, she produced a pocket sized tape recorder - the one I used
to take notes with when I was a sportswriter. "Listen to this."

She pushed the play button and I could hear her loud and clear, asking
me if I'd have sex with a stranger while she watched. And there I was
on tape - perfectly audible, saying, "yes, of course I will, babe. You
know I'd do anything for you, my love."

"Babe, I was so dead tired last night I would've confessed to the
kidnapping the Lindbergh baby just to get some sleep," I said laughing.

"Hmm, well, I'll play it again for you if you want me to," She said
with her jaw firmly set. I knew she was dead serious. And what could I
say? She had the proof in her hands.

"Well, that won't hold up in court," I said jokingly.

"Oh, is that so? Well, it'll hold up in MY court," She said in a low
voice with a disgusted look. She whirled around and walked away,
pouting. She barely spoke to me the rest of the day, but when she did,
it was to discuss the "other" women I had fucked.

I admitted to Abigail that pretending to screw another woman was
exciting, but the most thrilling part was that I knew it was really
her. Of course she saw through this lie because in the heat of the
moment I actually thought I was fucking another woman. She told me she
could feel the difference of my sexual performance during her little
role-play sessions. What really made me feel guilty is I knew she was
right.

* * * * * * * * * *

One Friday night in late September, Abigail and I were eating at a
neighborhood restaurant. After dinner we felt like dancing so we
stepped over to the lounge portion of the establishment. As usual,
Abigail teased me by dancing seductively and I nearly jumped her on the
dance floor when she frequently rubbed against me, making my cock
erect. We had missed our usual morning sex session because Abigail
scampered out the door before I could fully awaken, saying she would
make it up to me later. Well, this WAS later and I was DYING! And it
didn't help that Abigail was wearing one of her short, tight, backless
dresses that showed off her sexy, thick, muscular thighs, hugged her
bubble butt and highlighted her firm titties.

We were sitting in a booth in a relatively dark corner of the lounge
when Abigail began rubbing the bulge in my pants.

"Oooohhhh, babe, damn that feels good," I sighed. "Let's go home."

"Mmm... wait for a while, baby. I'm not ready to leave yet," Abigail
said to my chagrin.

"Weeeeeellll... let's at least go out to the car," I said flashing her
my devilish grin while rubbing her bare thigh.

"Calm down, tiger," She said squeezing my bulge. "Wait for a little
while."

Abigail got up and walked to the bar to get us more drinks. When she
didn't come back for several minutes, I turned and saw her talking to a
brown haired woman at the bar. Abigail was still somewhat of a snob,
but she had become much friendlier after we had become reengaged. I was
regretting this new quality because I wanted to go outside and have
sex. After about twenty minutes, Abigail returned to our table.

"Who was that woman?" I inquired. "Is she a friend?"

"No, she just wanted to know where I bought my dress," Abigail replied.
"We talked fashion for a while. She seems really nice."

I gulped my drink in hopes of leaving quickly, but Abigail isn't much
of a drinker and it takes her forever to finish one.

"Come on, babe, let's go," I said impatiently.

"My goodness! What's your hurry?" She exclaimed. "I haven't finished my
drink yet. Hold your horses! Have another drink or something."

Before I could protest, Abigail went up and ordered me another drink.
This time she was gone about 30 minutes. And once again, she was
talking to the brunette. I finally saw Abigail turn away from the bar
and much to my disappointment, I saw the brunette grab her drink and
follow her. Now, I know I have quite a gift of gab, but once my wife
starts talking, she never stops. FUCK!!! I thought. I'M NEVER GONNA GET
LAID TONIGHT!!!

Abigail introduced the brunette as Kristen. I barely looked at her when
I shook her hand and gave her a fake smile. I've always been a very
friendly person, but I get very unsociable when anything comes between
me and sex. I didn't really make eye contact, but from what I did see I
saw she was kind of cute.

My mind wandered while Abigail and Kristen conversed. Feeling defeated,
I made up my mind that the only way to tolerate the situation was to
get drunk. I had another drink which loosened me up a bit and I joined
in on the conversation. After about a half hour or so we learned that
Kristen was an intelligent 28 year old divorced tax attorney well
versed in the creative arts. Kristen seemed pretty articulate as we
discussed everything from literature to art to sports. I was actually
enjoying our conversation and I totally forgot about sex.

"Oh... I love this song," Kris said as the disc jockey started a slow
song.

"Well, baby, don't be so rude!" Abigail said playfully smacking my
shoulder. "Ask Kris to dance."

"Oh, that's okay," Kris said.

"Are you sure you don't want to dance?" I asked.

"Go ahead, Kris," Abigail urged. I'm a little tired anyway."

"Well, if you don't mind -," Kris said.

"Oh, of course not! Don't be silly! I love sharing my husband!" Abigail
said smiling and winking at Kris.

WOW! That's when it finally dawned on me: the reason we hadn't left yet
was because my wife was trying to score a woman for me!

I was embarrassed and I felt badly for Kris when I saw the look of
surprise on her face. The look was quickly replaced however, with
arched eyebrows and a sly smile.

Only when we began dancing did I realize that Kris was an attractive
woman. She was about 5'6 with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. Her
long legs were slender, but shapely, leading up to a small, nicely
shaped ass and her breasts appeared bigger than they were because she
was a slim woman (I don't know how to tell breast size, but Abigail
later told me she was about a 34B). The tops of her breasts were
visible from her low cut yellow dress. She had a fair complexion, but
not milky white like Abigail's.

"Your wife's quite the kidder," Kris said. As she said this, she
appeared to be searching in my eyes for a sign that Abigail wasn't
joking.

I didn't say anything, I just chuckled and changed the subject. As we
danced, I caught a glimpse of Abigail and she smiled broadly and nodded
as if giving me the go ahead to make a move on Kris. While Kris was
attractive, I could only think about sex with my wife. I had my back
turned to Abigail and when I looked at Kris, I caught her mouthing
something to my wife. When she realized I had seen her, she smiled at
me and clasped her hands around my neck, pulling me closer. In all
honesty. the only thing I could think about was missing out on sex and
how I was going to give Abigail the dicking of her life if we ever left
the lounge. That thought, coupled with Kris' perfume was enough to
drive me nuts. I felt my dick throb slightly and I know Kris felt it
with her belly because she gave me an embarrassed smile. We stopped
dancing shortly thereafter and returned to the table.

"Well, did you two enjoy yourself?" Abigail asked with a devilish grin.
Before I could answer Kris said "yes," so I agreed with her.

As we sat down, Abigail said she wanted to sit on the edge in case she
had to "powder her nose." I noticed that she had already ordered
another round of drinks. I smiled when I saw champagne in front of
Abigail. Champagne makes Abigail unbelievably horny and I knew I'd be
getting some tonight.

I was sitting between both women when we began conversing about our
careers. I mentioned that I was an ex-sportswriter and that I used to
cover a certain professional football team. Kris became excited and
asked me if I had ever dealt with a particular player.

"Yeah, but he's one of the most miserable s.o.b.'s I've ever met," I
said with a scowl.

"Hey, that's not very nice! He's my favorite player!" Kris retorted,
playfully slapping me on the shoulder. Once her hand rested on my
shoulder, she rubbed it and squeezed it, giving me a smile.

"Oh, don't listen to him," Abigail giggled. "My poor baby's just
grouchy because he didn't get any this morning."

"Well, let me tell you, Abby, you better give it to him as often as he
wants it or someone else will," Kris said with a serious look. "That's
what my ex-jerk did and that's why I'm divorced."

"I don't mind," Abigail said with a straight face.

It was Kris' turn to laugh, but she stopped when she saw Abigail didn't
even so much as bat an eye. I was too embarrassed to say anything, I
just smiled, looked away and shook my head. I was hoping Abigail would
stop so Kris wouldn't think we were freaks.

"You don't mind what? Your husband screwing other women?" Kris asked
laughing. "I wouldn't take my chances with such handsome a man as him."

"Not at all," Abigail replied. "I actually encourage him - uh... but
only if I get to watch."

Upon hearing this, I wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. I
turned to the right and glanced quickly at Kris. She was giving Abigail
an incredulous look.

"Uh... hold on here. You... uh... you encourage your husband to have
sex with other women... but only if you get to watch?" Kris asked.

"That's right," Abigail answered as she began rubbing my cock through
my pants.

Kris didn't say anything, but I could feel her staring at me. When I
looked at her, she was giving a strange stare that normally would have
made me uncomfortable, but I had quickly gulped another drink. The
combination of the alcohol and my horniness helped me to shed my
inhibitions.

Abigail shamelessly bragged about my sexual prowess, all the while
rubbing my pants. The two women then talked about me as if I wasn't
even there and Abigail told Kris how much she liked to watch me have
sex with other women. I didn't really want to have sex with anyone
other than my wife, but I knew that wouldn't happen as long as Kris was
around. I pretty much didn't give a damn where I was or what I was
doing, so I grabbed my wife's hand and pressed it firmly on my bulge,
hoping to scare away the unwanted company.

"Okay, let's see if I've got this straight," Kris said with a smile.
"You don't mind if your husband has sex with... well, for example -
ME?"

"Of course not," Abigail answered. "In fact, he likes you. Feel how
excited you've made him."

With that, Abigail grabbed Kris' hand and put it on my crotch. I saw
Kris try to pull away, but despite my wife's small stature, she is very
strong. At first Kris looked a little embarrassed, but eventually
Abigail took her hand away and Kris' willingly squeezed the lump in my
pants. I was so fuckin' horny by that time that I didn't care who
played with my dick - just as long as SOMEONE did.

I decided to move things a step further. (Abigail and I later agreed
that neither of us could believe what I did next.) I pulled the table
closer so the tablecloth covered my lap. Both women removed their hands
as I unzipped my pants, pulled my underwear to the side and freed my
aching cock. Without thinking, I took Kris' hand and placed it back on
my cock. She rubbed, caressed and squeezed my cockhead as I sighed.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Abigail asked Kris. "It's so thick and so hard."

Kris didn't say anything, she just gave Abigail a quick glance and
giggled and blushed while she continued stroking me. I leaned my head
back and moaned when my wife began gently squeezing my big balls. For
the first time in nearly 7 years, I was being serviced by two women.
And it had been nearly that long since I had done something this
insane. That's when I made up my mind. I was going to screw this
brunette and teach my wife a lesson. Stupid me, I was playing right
into my wife's hands.

"Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm doing this," Kris said giggling
nervously and shaking her head. She then nearly jumped out of her skin
and she withdrew her hand when the waitress came to our table.

"What do you say we go somewhere a little more private?" Abigail asked.

Kris looked a little embarrassed and she didn't make eye contact with
either of us when she mumbled "okay." I was in such a daze that I
didn't say anything, I just put away my cock, zipped up and paid the
check.

None of us seemed capable of speech as we walked in a stupor to our
cars in the back parking lot. I remember I kept thinking how
uncomfortable it is to walk while your cock is rubbing against your
pants. Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and shook me from my
hypnotic state. I remembered that one of the hottest fucks I'd ever had
was during my days at ABC University when I fucked Kelly in an alley
during a rowdy block party.

The restaurant/lounge we had just left shared a parking lot with a
yogurt shop. Both establishments are on different streets, but the
backs of each building face each other. I had been to the yogurt shop
before and knew that it usually closed at 8 p.m. It was now 11 O' clock
and I knew by now the employees had to be finished cleaning up and have
left.

I told the women to wait at the car and I walked to the back entrance
of the yogurt shop. I quickly surveyed the setup and signaled for the
women to join me.

"What are we doing here, babe?" Abigail asked once we were together.

"Follow me," I instructed. The women followed me down a small flight of
stairs that had about ten steps. The steps turned left and made an "L"
shape. At the bottom of the steps. about 10 feet below ground, was the
back door to the yogurt shop. Next to the door was a large chain link
gate that housed a huge generator that I guess was for the
refrigeration unit. The little area was dimly lit by a small white
light bulb and it took us awhile to adjust our eyes. The area wasn't
visible from the parking lot, but you could hear cars and the
occasional person walk by.

"What are we doing here?" Kris asked.

"Well, uh..." I tried to explain, but the words stuck in my throat
because it had finally dawned on me what I had in mind: I was going to
have sex with a woman I had known less than three hours while the love
of my life watched.

I didn't say anything as my hand went out and rested on Kris' right
breast. She gave a bashful smile and looked away as I massaged her
breast through her dress. It was obvious that we were both nervous and
incapable of speech. I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing,
my body was kind of on auto pilot.

I put my other arm around Kris' waist and pulled her closer while I
reached into her dress and pulled out her right breast. I squeezed and
caressed her tit and she let out a low moan when I lowered my head and
sucked her hard nipple into my mouth. I tugged at the straps of her
dress and exposed both her soft tits. I alternated sucking and nibbling
both of her soft, creamy white tits while I lifted the knee-length hem
of her dress. Once her dress was bunched up around her waist I stroked
her smooth thighs and massaged her small, firm, butt cheeks through her
panties.

"Kris, is your pussy wet?" Abigail asked. The sound of my wife's low,
seductive voice snapped me out of my trance and I felt Kris jump.
Through my excitement of feeling this woman responding to my touch, I
had totally forgotten that my wife was standing a scant two feet away
from us.

Abigail repeated her question. Kris didn't make eye contact with either
of us, she just stared at the ground without speaking and nodded her
head.

"Would you like to suck his beautiful cock?" Abigail inquired.

"I... guess so," Kris voice was barely above a whisper as she answered,
still not looking at either of us.

I felt really awkward and I know Kris felt the same because we both
stood still for what seemed an eternity. She seemed too nervous to
kneel down and I was too afraid to guide her down by the shoulders.

"Are you two okay?" Abigail asked, finally breaking the silence.
Neither Kris nor I spoke, we both just nodded.

After a few more seconds, Kris tentatively reached her hand out and
placed it on my crotch. It was just then that I realized I was so
nervous that I had lost my erection. Then, as if a strange force was
guiding me, I put my hands on Kris' shoulders and gently guided her to
her knees. The next thing I remember, Kris had my was stroking my
flaccid cock. Rather than respond, my cock stayed limp in her hand. She
then sucked me into her mouth. After a couple of minutes of sucking, my
cock slowly began responding. I began to harden and I was enjoying the
sensation of being inside a warm, wet mouth. I then looked down and - I
went limp!

Once I realized it was Kris and not Abigail sucking me off, I felt
extremely uncomfortable and I pulled back a little. My gaze met Kris'
and we both quickly looked away. At that moment, my wife walked up to
me.

"Baby, what's wrong?" she whispered in my ear.

"I don't know I... I... I don't know," I stammered.

Ssshhh... it's okay, baby," Abigail cooed sweetly in my ear. She sensed
my nerves so she put her arms around my neck and lovingly kissed my
cheek. She planted soft, sweet kisses on my neck and slowly worked her
way up until she was gently nibbling my ear. "Just relax, baby. I love
you."

Abigail then began unbuttoning my shirt and started rubbing my chest -
one of my erogenous zones. She had me moaning as she gently nibbled my
chest and nipples. I lovingly stroked her hair and used it to guide her
mouth to mine as we kissed passionately.

I felt my cock jump and I looked down and realized Kris had resumed
sucking me.

"Mmmmm... ooohhhh, yeah... suck my cock," I moaned to Kris as I
hungrily French kissed my wife.

Kissing my wife while a strange woman sucked me off was one of the most
incredible sensations I had ever felt. Abigail and I broke our lip lock
long enough for me to look down and see this brown haired woman slowly
bob her head up and down on my quickly hardening prick.

"I love you, baby," Abigail whispered after she kissed me lightly on
the lips.

"I love you, too," I whispered back as my wife turned away.

Abigail washed away my anxiety and now I was rarin' to go. I watched as
Abigail hiked up her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles.
She then stepped out of her panties and sat on one of the steps about
two feet away from us. She had the hem of her dress up around her waist
and her legs spread as she slowly ran her fingers up and down the
length of her pink slit.

"Oooohhh, come on, Kris," I encouraged. "Get my cock nice and hard."

After about five more minutes of being sucked off I was rock hard. I
pulled back and my glans made a loud smacking noise when I pulled out
of Kris' mouth.

"Here you go," Abigail said, holding something out to Kris.

Kris reached out and took a condom from Abigail's hand. She removed the
wrapper and without a word, rolled it onto my throbbing hard on. I
grabbed Kris' hand and led her to where she faced the chain link gate
that housed the compressor. I put my hands on her hips and pulled and
guided her ass back toward me. I pulled up her dress and she bunched it
up around her waist. I ran my hands all over her white butt cheeks.
Although she was probably six inches taller than Abigail, her ass was
much smaller and tad bit softer.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I pulled down her lacy yellow
panties over her slim hips and she stepped out of them. I discovered
she was very wet when I traced my finger along her puffy cunt lips. She
sighed and instinctively spread her legs when I stuck my finger inside.
I fingered her slowly for a few seconds and pulled out to lick her
warm, sticky juice off my finger which caused me to salivate. Without
thinking, I squatted down and when I took a whiff of her womanly scent,
I flicked out my tongue and licked her pussy.

Kris moaned and lowered herself a little when I slid my tongue inside
to lick her vaginal walls. Kris moaned quietly as I began tongue
fucking her and when I reached through her legs to rub her clit, I felt
her knees buckle. When I withdrew my tongue and stood up, Kris gave me
a confused and disappointed look. I turned her around to face and
squatted once again. I saw Kris had a copious amount of dark brown
pubic hair and I ran my face through it. I trailed kisses down her
furry mound until my lips came to rest on her wet cunt lips. After
kissed and tongued her cunt lips for a few seconds. I stopped to
slobber on my middle finger. When my finger was dripping with saliva, I
reached between her legs and lightly brushed it along the crack of her
ass until It rested on her asshole. I rubbed little circles around her
anal opening while her butt cheeks quivered.

I grabbed Kris' right leg and draped it over my shoulder. I slid my
thumb into her dripping pussy while my well-lubed finger pushed against
her asshole. I managed to insert my finger to the first knuckle before
she groaned and clamped tightly against my invading finger.

"No... no please, not that... please don't do that," Kris whimpered as
she uttered her first words in quite some time. "Please... take it
out."

Kris tried to squirm away, but when I thumb fucked her pussy and bathed
her clit with my tongue, she stopped struggling. I slowly inserted the
rest of my middle digit and she groaned even louder. I waited for a few
seconds, then I simultaneously began fucking her pussy and her asshole,
while I licked her clit. I dipped my right shoulder down until she took
the hint and threw her left leg over it. I peeked up and saw she had
reached above and behind her head to grasp the gate. Kris had her eyes
closed as she panted and moaned loudly. I kept up my rhythm on Kris and
after what seemed like only seconds, she clamped her thighs tightly
around my neck. She stopped moving momentarily until I felt her pelvis
buck repeatedly against my face. Between her thighs covering my ears
and the sound of the compressor that had kicked on, I barely heard
Kris' screams. Abigail later told me that with Kris having her eyes and
mouth wide open, her head thrown back and her body convulsing wildly,
she looked like she was being electrocuted.

Kris' weakened and her thighs loosened their grip on my neck. I felt
her entire body quivering and I saw a frightened look in her eyes as I
pulled her down to me. I could feel the wetness in my mustache and
goatee as I ran my tongue around my lips to capture Kris' excess juice.
I turned to look at my wife who was leaning back against the steps. She
had her legs spread with her hand still resting on her cunt and the
exhausted look on her face told me she had just orgasmed.

Kris and I stood up and stared at each other. Neither of us had yet
fully regained our senses. I felt like I was having sex for the first
time and I wasn't sure what to do next. Kris took care of my confusion
when she reached out and started pulling and squeezing my condom
covered cock. I again turned her around, but stopped two feet short of
the gate. I dropped my pants to my ankles then pushed her shoulders
forward. Kris spread her legs and bent over, offering me full access to
her glistening pussy.

She moaned when I slid in the head of my cock. I slowly fucked her with
two inches and when I felt her stretch to accommodate my girth, I slid
in two more inches and eventually had my six-incher buried up to my
balls. I began pulling out and easing myself slowly back into her. I
fucked her in this manner for a few minutes as she quietly "oohed" and
"aahed."

Kris had her head down and she grasped the gate as she began pushing
her ass back to meet my thrusts. At this signal I pulled out and pushed
in harder until smacking sounds were coming from my quadriceps bouncing
off Kris' ass. Neither Kris nor I spoke, not even dirty talk, we both
only managed to grunt and groan as we fucked fast and furiously.

I'm not sure if Kris came, but her knees buckled and we had to stop. I
dislodged my cock from Kris' wet cunt and turned her around to face me.
I supported her with my arm around her waist and when I looked into her
eyes, I saw a look of pure lust. I can bet that I had the same look
when I crushed my lips against her's and we moaned loudly into each
others mouth while hungrily tonguing each other. I pushed her back
against the gate and forced her thighs open with my knee. I lifted one
of her thighs in the air and rubbed my cock along her sticky slit. When
I found her hole, I quickly slid back in, grabbed both of her thighs
and felt her legs wrap around my waist. Kris' back was against the
fence and after waiting for a few seconds to catch our breath, I
resumed fucking her with quick, hard strokes. Each time I slammed my
cock into Kris' pussy I would rotated my hips to grind my pubic bone on
her clit. And each time our animalistic groans grew louder.

Kris' pants became more frantic and were mixed with squeals and I knew
she'd soon be coming again. I fucked her harder and ground roughly
against her clit. Just then, I felt her body stiffen and she hugged my
neck tightly while she shuddered and came with a squeal. I could feel
the pressure building up in my balls and I was dying to come.

One of two sexual problems usually arise when I've had too much to
drink: either I can't get hard or I find it difficult to ejaculate.
This particular time the latter was my problem. I kept pumping my cock
in and out of Kris' pussy in hopes of shooting my lad, but to no avail.
Every time I felt like I was ready to shoot, nothing happened.

"Wait... wait... stop," Kris pleaded. Kris' voice snapped me back to
reality because we hadn't spoken much since making our way down the
stairs.

"Kris, are you okay?" Abigail asked. Kris nodded and said she just
needed a break.

Meanwhile, I leaned against the wall with my aching prick standing
straight up. I was so frustrated with not being able to blow my wad.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, slapping my cock in disgust and staring off into
space.

I felt a pair of hands on my chest and looked down to see my wife.

'What's wrong, baby?" she asked looking concerned.

"I can't come," I said. "I think I drank too much."

Abigail reached down and grabbed my cock.

"My goodness, baby, you're still hard as a rock!" She exclaimed.

Kris and I had fucked for over half an hour. I hadn't bothered to pace
myself because I figured I'd make her come a couple of times and then
blow my wad. I was pretty tired, but my cock was still rock hard and I
was desperate to come. Without saying a word, I yanked Abigail's dress
up and roughly parted her thighs with my knee. I pulled the condom off
my dick and rubbed the head around her wet pussy.

"Oh, yes, baby. Do it to me," Abigail hissed. "Fuck me good, baby. Fuck
me like you fucked Kris."

Once I felt the tip of my cock slide into my wife's wet pussy I picked
her up and impaled her on my cock. I was too overzealous and she
whimpered in pain as my cock rudely invaded her tight fuck hole. But I
didn't care, I just wanted to use her like a little fuck toy until I
came. Normally, because my wife is so tight I begin fucking her slowly,
but this time I was too horny to care. I rammed my cock in and out of
my Abigail's well lubed pussy as her painful whimpers turned into
squeals of pleasure in no time.

"Oh, baby! Fuck me!" Abigail squealed.

I bounced Abigail on my cock as she threw her head back and moaned
loudly. Abigail's ass made a loud slapping noise whenever she met my
thighs as we settled into a fast and furious fucking pace. When
Abigail's breath turned to short, quick gasps ending with squeals, I
knew she on the verge of orgasm.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my... oh, baby! Oh, God!" Abigail whimpered in my ear
as her strong grip around my neck pulled my face closer to her's.
Abigail tried to be quiet and she let out a low animal-like moan in her
throat that turned into a long squeal as she shook against me and
climaxed.

Since she had just come, I knew I'd have to stop fucking Abigail soon
because it would become too uncomfortable for her. I could feel the
sweet pain building up in my cockhead as it always does before I shoot
my load.

"Babe... stop... please," Abigail pleaded.

"Wait... almost there," I grunted hoping she could hold out a little
longer.

"Baby, please... it hurts," Abigail whined.

Before I could protest, Abigail locked her fingers in the chain link
gate and still had strength enough to lift herself off my cock, leaving
me pumping my dick into the air. I backed up and she lowered herself to
the ground.

"Aw, baby... I was almost there," I complained.

It's okay, babe... come over here," Abigail said as she sat next to
Kris on the first step of the stairs.

My pants were still around my ankles and I shuffled a couple of feet to
where they were, with my dick bobbing painfully in front of me. Once in
front of the women, Abigail grabbed my cock and sucked hard on the head
while she tugged gently on my balls. She stopped sucking and jacked me
off slowly. Without uttering a word, she put her hand on the back of
Kris' head and gently guided her toward me. Kris responded by opening
her mouth and letting me slide my cock into her warm mouth. She sucked
me slowly, but gripped me firmly while her tongue danced on the
underside of my cock. I closed my eyes, enjoying the blowjob I was
getting from Kris' tight mouth. Just then I felt an incredible
sensation that caused me goose bumps and hardened my nipples. I opened
my eyes and looked down to see my wife licking my balls. She
alternately sucked my big balls into her mouth and nibbled and licked
while Kris' mouth slurped hungrily on my cock.

"Oooh, come on, I'm almost there," I sighed. "Keep sucking my cock...
don't stop... fuck, yes..."

The familiar ache hit my glans as Kris increased her suction, making me
feel like she was about to yank my cockhead off my shaft. I stared at
the sight off Kris' lips ovaled around my cock and Abigail, doing her
part to double team me orally, until my eyes blurred. I blinked quickly
because I didn't want to miss a second of the vision. The feeling of
having my balls and cock sucked was heightened by the fact that this
was a relative stranger and my wife that were servicing me.

"Okay... okay-okay, fuck! C'mon - that's it... that's it... MMMMM!" I
wanted to scream, but somehow I had noticed that the compressor had
shut off and that I'd probably be heard three states away.

I gripped the handrail of the steps to keep myself from falling as my
hips bucked involuntarily, shoving my cock deep into Kris' throat. She
was doing her best to swallow the long streaks of cum I was shooting
into her mouth. I must have bucked too hard and hit her gag reflex
because I heard her choke and though I felt as if I were going to
blackout from stifling my screams, I saw some jizz run over her chin.
Kris used her fingers to wipe up the runaway cum and sucked them clean.

Kris resumed sucking my semi hard cock and swirled her tongue around my
hypersensitive tip. The feeling brought pleasurable pain to my glans
and I whimpered as I pulled out my cockhead with a loud "popping"
noise. My knees quivered and I half sat and half fell on the steps with
a loud "thud." I whimpered as Abigail gently caressed my now flaccid
cock. My glans hurt so badly that I looked down and half expected it to
have exploded. That was the most painful ejaculation I had experienced.
The end result was more relieving than thrilling.

"Oh, baby. My God, baby, you looked so sexy doing it with Kris,"
Abigail whispered softly as she French kissed me hotly. She then turned
to Kris. "Well, Kris? Was he as good as I said he was or did I
exaggerate?

"Oh, no... no exaggeration," Kris said with a little chuckle. "That
was... wow! Whew!"

My wife's boastful words and Kris' response seemed to snap me out of my
sex induced stupor. I quickly surveyed the scene: Kris was pulling up
her panties; my wife sat between us with her panties in her hand and
her dress still bunched up around her waist; and I sat with my
underwear and pants around my ankles. I realized that I had oral and
vaginal sex with a woman who I had known for less than three hours
while my wife watched. I then fucked my wife while this woman watched.
And then both women pleasured me orally while I blew my load down this
woman's throat. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THIS PERVERTED PICTURE?!

I looked at my wife and saw an unbelievable look of pride on her
smiling face as her eyes shone in the dull light. My gaze met Kris' and
we both quickly looked away. As I hurriedly rearranged my clothes, I
was sure that Kris was feeling the same embarrassment I felt. While I
composed myself I could hear the sound of her heels climbing the steps.

"Hey, Kris - wait. Where are you going?" Abigail asked as she hastily
put on her panties and walked after Kris.

"Uh... I... I have to go," Kris answered as I heard her steps quicken.

"But wait... he'll be ready again soon. He just needs to rest a
little," Abigail said trying to convince Kris to stay.

I sat with my head in my hands as I heard their steps and muffled
voices passing above me. A couple of minutes later I gathered myself
and encountered my wife when I reached the top of the steps.

"Wow, she was acting weird. I wonder what got into her," Abigail said.
She then giggled. "Well, I know what or rather WHO got into her."

I looked at the ground as we walked to our car. I was too ashamed to
look my wife in the face.

"Oh, baby! That was incredible!" Abigail squealed with delight. "My,
God, I don't even remember how many times I orgasmed! That was just too
-

"Shut up!" I snapped at her. "Just... just... shut up..."

"WHAT?! Baby! How dare you speak to me like that!" Abigail exclaimed in
disbelief. The shock wore off when she saw what I'm sure was a down
trodden look on my face. She hugged me and kissed my cheek. "What's
wrong, baby?"

I apologized and said we'd talk about it later. I barely remembered the
drive home and the only thing I remembered about the sex that followed
was that she must have enjoyed it because she screamed and moaned
loudly. Afterward, I laid with my back to my wife.

"Mmmmm, babe. That was the best sex EVER," she cooed as she snuggled up
to me. "Watching you was orgasmic, but having you afterward is.. is -
EUPHORIC. I can still smell Kris on you. Mmmm, there's something to be
said for sloppy seconds!"

I finally brought myself to discuss what had happened. I told her how
awful I felt and of course, she brought up the sessions with Kelly and
her bachelorette party. I weakly explained how Kelly was a different
matter because of the closeness of our relationship and that things had
just "gotten out of hand" at her bachelorette party. I told her that a
grown man of 30 shouldn't behave like a lust crazed maniac. I added
that Kris left quickly because I was sure she felt as ashamed as I did.

"I bet you she doesn't," Abigail said. "She gave me her number. I'm
going to call her right now."

Abigail searched through her purse and produced a scrap of paper.

"It's a phony number," I told her.

"How do you know?" she asked as she dialed.

I told her that I had experience in giving phony numbers after the
countless number of one night stands I had in college. Sure enough -
the number was disconnected.

"Oh, well, babe... it's her loss. We don't need her," Abigail said
matter of factly as she yawned. She looked at me and smiled lovingly.
"As sexy as you are I know there'll be others. This is just the
beginning."

Before I could answer my wife told me she loved me, kissed me on the
lips and snuggled up to me. Although we were both exhausted and she
quickly dozed off, my conscience wouldn't allow me to sleep.

The moon seeped in through the open blinds and illuminated my wife's
beautiful face. While she slept, she looked like an angel, but I
realized I had just created a monster...