2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Busty Hotties

Brandy wanted her gash to be stuffed so she called on an old friend for help. She had Willy her neighbor down the road come over to trim her hedge. She wraps her legs around his face and nearly smothers the guy. Little does he mind for the fact that he loves to eat this chicks snatch. When he brought her to orgasm, he fucked her until she came two more times. What a pal huh?

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2008-Mar-31 - Kitty Karsen - Candy Dildo

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2008-Mar-31 - You make these sounds

Tags:  Bondage, BDSM Scene, wax play, sensation Slut describes how she enjoys Sir’s sounds when he enters her. View Author’s Copyright Information “I love the sounds you make,” she said. “It’s like you’ve entered heaven when you penetrate me.

“Did you know that the sounds you make are different for each hole you fuck?”

“Are they, my little slut?”

“Oh, yes Sir, they are. You moan when you fuck my pussy.”

“Whose pussy, slut?”

“Yours, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.”

“No need to apologize. I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. How could I forget when you have me at such a disadvantage?”

Her predicament was clear. She was tied in a chair, hips and ass tight against the back, arms straight down to her sides and feet one to each leg, on the outside, so that her pussy was spread wide open, fully accessible to my attentions.

But I hadn’t stopped at tying her to the chair. Once she was secure, I laid the chair back, so that she lay on the floor, pussy pointing straight up. Then, I put a condom over the end of a tapered candle and inserted it into her wet hole.

“Tell me why you like it when I fuck you, slut,” I instructed as I lit the candle, holding in a wicked giggle as her eyes widened in fear.

“S-Sir?” she asked, her eyes never leaving the flickering flame, even as I began passing the tines of my Wartenburg Wheel through its heart.

“Don’t question me. Tell me why you like it when I fuck you!”

“Yes Sir. I am sorry, Sir.

“I love the sounds you make,” she said. “It’s like you’ve entered heaven when you penetrate me.

“Did you know that the sounds you make are different for each hole you fuck?

“Are they, my little slut?”

“Oh, yes Sir, they are. You moan when you fuck my pussy.”

“Whose pussy, slut?”

“Yours, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.”

“No need to apologize. I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. How could I forget when you have me at such a disadvantage?”

“So I moan when I fuck my pussy. Continue.”

Her eyes widened as the first molten stream of wax made its way toward her cunt, then slipped over the edge of the condom and licked her labia with its hot tongue.

Her breath hissed, and I looked into her eyes. “You are not answering, slut. Have you forgotten who is in charge?”

I punctuated the question with the Wartenberg Wheel, rolling its spikes over her mound and directly toward her swollen clit.

“You growl for my ass, Sir. When you slide your cock inside it!” This she almost spat out, writhing within her bonds as the next bit of the pool of wax dripped down, yet upward toward her clit from the opposite direction of the wheel. I timed the roll to coincide, wax and tiny teeth meeting in the middle at the center of her beautiful maidenhood. She came instantly, breath stopping and then returning in a gasp and a cry.

“Sir, you are in charge. You are in charge!”

“So I growl when I fuck your ass. What else, slut?” I asked again, returning her mind to her predicament.

“Sir, you … Oh! Oh!”

The wax and wheel had moved back down, or up, her body, and as the wax pooled in her navel, I rolled the wheel toward her breasts, causing her exclamation.

“When I’m sucking your cock your breathing gets labored, Sir!”

“It does, does it? Like yours is now?

“Y-Y-Yes, Sir. It … OH!”

With that, she lost all semblance of conscious thought. A Huge pool of wax had run down the candle and coated her labia and clit in heat, and I was running the wheel across her breasts, paying attention to the tight skin of her aureoles and nipples. She was completely flying now, lost in the throes of orgasm after orgasm as her body became the canvass for my attention. And as she continued to fly, I found my arousal even greater, finally succumbing myself and pushing my cock into her hungry mouth as I blew out the candle.

Such a good little slut.

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2008-Mar-31 - This teen girls discovers she likes hard cock

Pretty Katja wasn't shy at all about wanting to try sex with our photographer; she also wasn't shy that she wanted the money he kept waving around in front of her face. Watch as this pretty Russian teen goes from cock teaser to cock pleaser in this exclusive high quality video

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2008-Mar-31 - DOMINATED

Amy Jo stepped into the empty elevator, pushed the button for the seventeenth floor, and waited for the car to begin its ascent. Just as the doors were beginning to close a hand shot between the doors and a thirtyish blonde slipped on board, pressed the button for her floor and turned to face Amy Jo, giving the twenty three year old a quick once over. The blonde was dressed in a dark blue woman’s business suit, accompanied by tasteful black pumps and a white silk blouse. She would have been considered pretty, except for the fact that she had a hard edge about her, that being her blonde hair was short and pulled harshly to one side, and her manner was that of someone in complete control! After several seconds of silence the blonde, while looking directly into Amy Jo’s eyes asked, “You’re a fem aren’t you, I can smell you a mile away!?!”
Amy Jo turned a bright shade of red, and while averting her eyes replied softly, “Yes, yes I am!”
The blonde made a snorting sound and shot back, “You little bitches are all alike, dressing so pretty, just waiting to be picked up and fucked!” Hearing the crude talk from this total stranger caused an immediate reaction in Amy Jo, and her vagina flooded with moisture as her clit began to throb! The elevator came to a stop, and the doors slid open smoothly and the blonde announced, “This is my floor, come with me,” as she took Amy Jo by the arm and led her down the corridor to the women’s rest room.

Once inside, the blonde pushed Amy Jo into a vacant stall, closed the door, and said, “Okay you little slut, open up your blouse and let me see your tits! Amy Jo unbuttoned her blouse exposing her low cut bra and bulging breasts to the hungry eyes of the blonde dom, who reached out and began pinching and pulled on her nipples through the lace cups. Amy Jo gasped, from both the pain and excitement of having her boobs mauled by the strange blonde lesbian! “Ya like that, huh,” she asked in rhetorical voice, not expecting an answer, “Let’s see how you like this,” as the blonde lifted her leg, placed it on the edge of the toilet, hiked up her skirt, and bared her thickly haired bush to the young girl! “Okay slut,” the blonde ordered, “on your fucking knees and eat it!!!” Amy Jo’s cunt was by now a cauldron of hot juices, and the sight of the blonde’s pussy was unbelievably exciting!!! Wasting no time, she dropped to her knees and leaned her mouth into the dripping slit in front of her, causing the blonde to moan out loud when Amy Jo’s tongue connected with her erect clitoris! “Eat me, you fucking bitch,” the blonde hissed through clenched teeth, “eat my fucking hairy cunt you little slut!!!” Being a fem, Amy Jo was used to having doms order her around, and this dom was making her cunt explode before she even touched it!!! Amy Jo ate the fat pussy like there was no tomorrow, and the blonde’s cunt spasmed hard just before an orgasm tore through her cunt the like a freight train barreling down the tracks! Even though they were in a public rest room in an office building, the blonde couldn’t suppress her scream as her cunt lurched hard around Amy Jo’s tongue!!!

After her orgasm had subsided, the blonde pulled Amy Jo to her feet and kissed her deeply on the mouth, savoring the taste of her own sex on Amy Jo’s lips! Pulling away the blonde asked, “You love sucking cunt don’t you, bitch!?!” Amy Jo just nodded her head and waited for further instructions. “Strip,” ordered the blonde, “and make it snappy!!!” “Here,” Amy Jo asked incredulously, while glancing around the stall!?! The blonde quickly showed her dom temper when she retorted quickly, “You fucking take them off or I’ll rip them off for you, understand, cunt?!?” A shudder rolled through Amy Jo, and she commenced to remove all of her clothing, not stopping until she was standing naked in before the dominant blonde. Amy Jo’s nipples instantly puckered up in the cool air, and the blonde reached out both hands and began twisting her pink nipples harshly! As she played with Amy Jo’s tits, the blonde remarked to herself, “I just love big fucking tits,” and she leaned over and took one of Amy Jo’s nipples into her mouth and sucked on it hard, biting and nibbling it, causing Amy Jo to yelp with pain and pleasure! “You like that don’t you, cunt,” slobbered the blonde between sucks on the big nipples!?! Amy Jo didn’t answer, but moaned loud and long as her nipples were chewed by the horny blonde bitch!
Taking a seat on the toilet, the blonde’s face was now just inches from Amy Jo’s pussy, and a hot breath so close to her pussy made Amy Jo beg for relief! “Ya want me to suck you off, don’t you cunt,” the blonde asked sarcastically, while teasing Amy Jo with some tentative licks on her outer lips!?! Amy Jo gasped as the slick tongue nicked her clit, and a bolt of pleasure shot like an electric current through her body! The blonde, while wanting to make this little fem bitch suffer a little, couldn’t wait any longer herself, as her need to suck the bulging wet sex organ was over powering!!! “Oh my fucking god,” Amy Jo groaned when the blonde buried her tongue deep into her steaming hot pussy, “eat me up, oh christ, fucking eat me up!!!” For the next few minutes their roles were reversed, Amy Jo ordering the blonde dom to eat her pussy, while the blonde ate the dripping cunt for all she was worth! After a rather vicious tonguing, Amy Jo’s cunt exploded
like a firecracker, and her orgasm radiated from her cunt throughout her entire body, causing her to go limp like and old dish rag!!!

The blonde held onto Amy Jo’s waist, steadying her and helping her keep her balance. Standing back up, the blonde pushed her bare twat directly into Amy Jo’s, and the two women ground their vaginas together until their clits made direct contact with each other! Kissing again, the two lesbians slowly worked their cunts together, trying desperately to keep their clits rubbing together, while their tongues intertwined, the two pussies worked together, racing towards a mutual climax! Moaning into each other’s mouth, the two women clung to each other while their
clits made just enough contact to send them both over the orgasmic cliff!!!

The blonde sat on the john and watched Amy Jo get dressed, when she was finished they left the rest room arm in arm and blonde said, “Be here tomorrow at the same time!” With her pussy still humming from her orgasm, Amy Jo gave the blonde a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Same time tomorrow!!!

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2008-Mar-31 - Cori! What a perfect Body!

This is one of our hot teens known as Cori. She's one dirty teen with a body to die for. You couldn't pinch an inch on this girl if you tried, well, unless you tried around her boobs in which case you'd grab afew - this girl has some perfect boobs! You should see what it's like to have this girl slide her thongs down over her ass and down to her ankles and then watch her slide that top over her head…In fact, you can!

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2008-Mar-31 - Inside Me

Tags:  Lesbian, Reluctance, Romance

She couldn’t move, her body not obeying her. Her head felt foggy, and no sound came out of her mouth. She saw the girl approach, pulling her legs apart slowly, exposing her. They were both naked, the room dark. Krissy felt her heart pound, her voice not working. God, what was wrong with her? Last thing she remembered she was pretty drunk and she thought maybe she passed out. And then waking up with this woman’s mouth on hers, her hands taking off her clothes.

The girl put some sort of lubricant between her legs and she felt her warm hand between her legs. Krissy whimpered slightly as the girl came over her, her eyes dark and Krissy had the fleeting image of a tall, lithe body and then she gasped, feeling the length of something thick, inside her tight depths. The girl lifted her legs and she realized that the dildo she had inside of her was also inserted inside of the girl, that she was also having sex with the woman as she pulled back, then filled her completely. The girl’s rhythm was slow and steady, but gentle and Krissy felt her body react even though she didn’t outwardly.

Her breasts felt swollen, her vagina started to throb and she looked up at the girl, helpless. The girl laced her hands in hers and bent down, her mouth going to her breasts. Krissy heard herself moan, felt her nipples being suckled strongly and a gush of wetness shot between her legs. She was being taken strongly and it felt so incredible, shock reverberating through her. She wasn’t supposed to feel this, was she? The girl’s mouth was on hers, her hips thrusting deeper and they both moaned and she realized she could move her hands. She flexed them and the girl’s mouth pulled from hers, surprise in her eyes, her hips stopping.

They stared at one another and Krissy whispered, “Don’t stop,” her voice hoarse. The girl’s eyes changed, and then she started to thrust harder, her hand turning on some sort of vibration, both of them jerking. Krissy’s legs twined around her hips, her breasts brushing hers again and again. Krissy arched beneath her, the girl holding her wrists. She felt her orgasm slide through her and she fought it but the girl held her down, fucking her slowly. She gasped, feeling herself milk the thickness inside of her over and over.

The girl flipped her over and took her from behind, her face in the pillow and she felt her fingers push lightly into her ass. She whimpered as she was taken in both places, her body shaking. “Do you like that?” the girl groaned into her ear as she lay her body over her. “Do you like me deep inside of you?” “Yes.” Krissy moaned, feeling so full, so penetrated. “Take me..” she moaned. “Fuck yeah..” the girl groaned, slapping her ass with her stomach. She felt another climax hit her low in her back and she felt the girl above her push her deep into the bed as she rode her through the wave.

Krissy turned over, the girl still embedded in her and she sat up, in her arms. Krissy slid onto her, the dildo deep and the girl swallowed, feeling it in her as well. “Ride me..” Krissy whispered and the girl hesitated, then put her legs over Krissy’s, her now being the one fucked. Krissy pulled her down tight, forcing her to take the whole length and the girl whimpered, her hands going to her shoulders as she thrust into her over and over, the vibration directly on her clit. She cupped her breast, flicking the nipple. “You like that?” she ground out, holding her tight so she couldn’t move, could only be fucked. “Yeah…” the girl moaned, her legs spread wide. “Say it…” Krissy said, gliding in and out of her strongly. “I…God..I love it.” she groaned softly, her climax flying through both of them, their eyes wide on one another.

The girl stilled over her, turning the toy off. “I think….I’ve met my match,” she whispered. Krissy felt her mouth curve. “I know you have.” “God you’re so hot,” she girl shook her head. “You must’ve thought so, bringing me home like this.” She still felt slightly disoriented, but she knew exactly what had happened and her participation in it. “I wanted you so bad I could’ve just fucked you there, at the club.” Krissy felt her mouth curve. Remembered the girl and her in the bathroom, their mouths on one another. “Did you put something in my drink?” The girl frowned, shaking her head, “No, definitely not.” “I think someone did…” “I thought you were a bit drunk…there was this guy though that was sort of stalking you.” Krissy licked her lips slowly as her memory started to come back, “Yeah, some blond guy, right?” The girl nodded, “Had to tell him to back off. Told him you were mine.” Krissy felt her body relax, “Well, you definitely had me.”

The girl looked at her, a grin coming to her face. She was actually quite beautiful and with that smile, stunning. “Let me make love to you..” Krissy blinked up at her, “Yeah?” “Yeah..” the girl whispered. Krissy bit her lip and then nodded. The girl gently withdrew from her, then pulled it out of herself. Krissy though it was the hottest thing she had ever seen, her vagina glistening in the dim light of the room. The girl saw her looking between her legs and she shook her head, “Me first…” Krissy felt her breath leave her as the girl lay her down on the silky sheets, her body between her legs.

“I want to eat you out nice and slow, make you come for me a few times before I take you again..” the girl whispered, looking down at her. Krissy groaned softly, feeling a dull ache between her legs at her words. The girl’s mouth curved, “Would you like that?” “Yes,” Krissy bit her lip, her hands moving up the girl’s ribcage, her stomach muscles taut, an athletes body. The girl bent her head, their lips meeting and all she could think about was the long night ahead of them, as her eyes drifted shut and her senses came alive again.

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Cat swore under her breath, as she took the three, already knowing that it wasn’t going to go in. She seemed to be off at least a foot with all her shots lately. She sighed, running back down the court. She looked up at the clock. 10 seconds. She held up her hand, pushing back against the girl behind her.  Her point guard dribbled, threw it. She turned, dribbled, fade away…nothing but net. Nice. She heard the buzzer and finally relaxed, getting high-fives and a few pats. Well, it could’ve gone worse.

After the game, she threw her stuff in her bag, and took a quick shower, not wanting to stick around. Most of the team was going out to eat, but she really hadn’t had much of an appetite lately. She had been in a bad mood for the last two weeks. Ever since she had brought that girl home. Fucking gorgeous girl. Had made her heart skip a beat the moment she had seen her in the club. Knew that she had to have her. Straight girl, dancing with her friends, a few guys. She was stunning, her body a 10. Her face even higher if that was possible. The girl was getting drunk, giggly. They made eye contact a few times, the girl not looking away, but not really smiling.

She saw darkness behind those eyes, found it intriguing. So after awhile of looking, she finally followed her into the bathroom and into the last stall, locking the door behind her. The girl had turned, surprise in her eyes. Big seafoam green eyes that made her stomach flip slightly. She had touched her face, pulled her close and the girl had been too shocked to do anything but let her. She took her mouth slowly and then harder, pushing her into the wall behind them. She was so soft, her mouth moist, her body hot beneath hers. At first she hadn’t responded, her hands going to her stomach to push her away, but her breathing changed, her mouth opening under hers slowly. God she was hot, tasted so fucking good.

She cupped her full breast, feeling the nipple harden under her thumb, her legs going between hers. The girl moaned softly, felt her body respond. The door opened and they heard voice. The girl pushed her away, indecision in her eyes. She liked that. Liked a girl that wasn’t easily persuaded. Cat never had a problem getting a girl in her bed. She liked the challenge. The rest of the night, the girl stayed in her sights, her eyes taking everything in, how she seemed more agitated, her eyes going to her more often, her cheeks flushed. She was also taking more shots, and she knew the girl was going to be too drunk soon to know what was going on. She didn’t want a comatose girl for God’s sake.

And then there was that guy that kept following her around, trying to touch her, get her to dance. She could tell the advances were unwanted and the last time the girl had gone to the restroom she had talked to him, her eyes steady on his. Both of them predators, understanding one another. He had left not soon afterwards.

Getting her to come with her had been a lot easier than she had thought. It was last call, her friends trying to get her to go to another after hours club. The small hesitance from her was her window. And she took it. She had approached her, the girl leaning back against the wall, putting her jacket on. She had met her eyes warily, and she stopped in front of her. Her friends were going out the door, all but forgetting about her, they were all too drunk. “Come home with me,” Cat had said softly, her finger going up her side, touching her hip. Their faces were close, their lips nearly touching. The girl had not said anything, her eyes wide. She then laced her hand in hers and she had followed her out the door.

She had turned the radio up loud, racing through the streets, wanting badly to feel her under her and be inside of her. The girl’s long blonde hair was wildly flowing, the window down and her hand had gone up her leg, under her skirt, spreading her legs. She could see the girl’s nipples hard under her thin top. Her hands were clutching the seat. She wanted them clutching the bed. They had walked up the steps, the girl weaving slightly and she wondered if maybe this was a good idea. The girl had seemed willing enough, but was enough ok? She was awfully drunk.

But all those fleeting thoughts left as soon as she got her in the house and her bedroom. She undressed her slowly, laying her on the bed, their mouths on one another. Peeling off her clothing, she felt her heart stop. How could someone be so perfect looking? The girl had lain on the bed, her body not moving, just her eyes. Maybe she liked to be submissive, liked to get fucked. She could do that, had no problem with that. If she hadn’t been making soft sounds of pleasure, she might’ve stopped, but she had been so she had decided she would penetrate her fully, make her hers. Make her respond. She had used one of her larger toys. See what this girl could handle. And she had handled it just fine, her body taking every inch, slowly but surely.

Her hands lay at her sides, her legs spread, her mouth parted as she took her nice and deep. A strange sensation went through her, watching this girl lay pliant beneath her, not moving. If a girl wasn’t really responding, was it wrong? She didn’t think she could’ve stopped if she wanted to it felt so good being in her, her own insides clenching at her invasion. Her body started to glisten with sweat as she fucked her pussy. She took her breasts in her mouth, felt her own nipples hard, aching. She didn’t know how long she had been inside of her, gliding in and ou of her when she felt the girl’s hands clench under hers. Surprised, she stopped moving, looking down at her.

The girl’s eyes were intense on her. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and Cat felt herself twitch watching her. “Don’t stop,” she had whispered and Cat had groaned at her words. So she was here with her. And she didn’t want her to stop. She reached down, turning on the vibration and the girl jerked under her. Fuck. The girl had responded as much as she had. She had felt her climax, felt her fight it, held her down making her feel it, then turned her over, wanting to be in her ass, holding her to the bed, the girl moving under her, fluid.

She had come again and Cat thought she might have too when Krissy turned over, telling her to ride her. She was normally the one that did the screwing. But she couldn’t say no, needed what this girl was offering. It had been awhile since she gave someone else the control she always maintained. The girl held her tight, fucking her strongly and she had the strongest orgasm she had ever had in her life. And then the rest of the night…well, that turned out to be about something else entirely. Softer, gentle…making love instead of fucking. It was like both of them knew just how to touch one another, their skin and mouths on one another.

When she woke, the girl was leaving. Their eyes connected as she opened the door, and then she was gone. For the first time in her life, she wanted to get up, started to get up and go after her, but her pride wouldn’t let her open that door, stop her. She felt ashamed at what she had done, bringing an obviously straight girl home and forcing her to feel that pleasure. An obviously wasted girl. Even if she had in the end wanted what she gave, she really hadn’t given her a choice, had she? And it didn’t sit well with her in the light of day. She didn’t have a problem in the bedroom, ever. Resorting to bringing a drunk girl home…what was wrong with her? And what was even worse was that she couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wanted her again. Any way she could have her. And didn’t even know her name.

She stopped at the store, grabbing a few items and a six pack on her way home from the game. She threw her stuff in her room and changed into shorts and a tshirt, then turned on the TV and opened a beer, watching sports highlights. She wished like hell she could just forget about the girl and that everytime she went into the bedroom she didn’t see her lying in it, tangled in the sheets, waiting for her, that  sexy smile curving her lips upwards as if beckoning her to join her again.

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Krissy got out of the shower, toweling dry. Her body didn’t feel like her own, its awakening changing her sensitivity. Her nipples were constantly hard the last few weeks, between her legs, moist. She looked at her face in the mirror, free of make-up, her blue eyes staring back at her. She felt her cheeks flush and she threw the towel over the rack, heading into her bedroom. She flipped on the TV and sat on the bed, putting on lotion. Her own hands on her body brought a reaction and she swore, finishing as quickly as possible.

She hadn’t touched herself, not giving herself release after that night. Trying to not make it real, what had happened. She wanted to lay on the bed, close her eyes, spread her legs, push her own fingers into her, rub her sensitive clit..come…thinking about that woman inside of her, fucking her. Her mouth on her…oh shit. What the fuck had happened? She had gone out with friends, celebrating one of them getting married. Way too much to drink. Seeing her for the first time, she felt a little out of breath. Even though she was straight, it was impossible not to notice her. Tall, long dark hair, dark eyes. All arms and legs. An athlete. She could tell by the way she carried herself, her movement fluid. She was sexy, there was no denying that. Her body had an actual visceral reaction to her. And she had found her looking at her a few times, both of them studying one another.

And then she had found herself in the stall with her, the girl’s eyes pulling her in. Her mouth, her hand on her breast…she felt her body surge, knew desire when she felt it…felt confused. And she drank more. She remembered the girl at the end of the night, leaving her friend, approaching her. And she wanted to say no, but when she had taken her hand, she followed her as though in a trance. She was definitely attracted to her, wanted…something. And then it was sort of a blur until she had found herself lying naked on her bed, watching her walk towards her.

Goddamn she had never been taken like that, like she had no control over what was happening. She was usually the one in charge in bed and it was….indescribable. She was so turned-on she thought she might have come before the girl was actually inside of her. And coming multiple times, her body unable to control itself and quite honestly, her not caring. She wanted that girl in any which was she could have her. And even though she had never been with a woman, it wasn’t even something that occured to her at that point. It was just her and the girl, making one another feel pleasure.

Because she had fucked the girl too. Made her ride her. Shit. After the fucking came the making love…and even though the initial taking had been sexy as all hell, the making love had blown her mind. She had finally passed out from their coupling, her body unable to take any more orgasms as they kept blending into one another. In the morning, she woke first, the sun starting to rise. She had felt herself cradled in her arms, had looked at her sleeping face for awhile. The girl was so gorgeous. And she wanted to stay in her arms. But that indecision started to settle in, and she had slipped into her clothes, looking back at her before she left. The girl had stirred and their eyes met. She wanted to crawl back into bed with her, wanted to feel her hands caressing her again, but couldn’t go back to her, and had left.

And now…now she could barely sleep, eat..her mind running in circles. She knew what she wanted, and really ultimately what she needed. But she was scared, not knowing if she could really BE with a woman. Was it just a fling or something much deeper than that? Because she had one night stands before, a nice no-strings-attached sort of sleeping together and this didn’t feel anything like that. No only did her body tell her that, but her mind did as well.

She pulled on jeans and a tshirt, her eyes going to the TV. She had put it on ESPN for some reason, something she didn’t normally watch. They were showing highlights of what looked like women’s professional basketball. Damn those women were so strong looking. Her hands froze midway between buttons on her jeans, her eyes widening. Oh my God. There she was. The girl from that night. Looking very good in her uniform as she wiped her face with a towel before going back onto the court with her team. They did a close up, sweat running down her neck, her eyes looking up at the scoreboard for a moment as she tucked a strand of lose hair behind her ear. She felt herself get wet just looking at her.

They showed her from behind. That uniform didn’t do her justice, but yeah…that was definitely her ass. She had thought she was an athlete, she wasn’t wrong about that. She laughed in spite of herself. Well damn. Cat. She finally knew her name. Looking just as good as she remembered, seeing her leaving her feeling like a limp noodle. Nice. She looked up at the clock seeing she was running late. And the party just had to be at a lesbian bar. Fucking great. Just what she needed. Not being able to get this girl out of her mind, and having to go to an all-girl bar. She wasn’t dressing up, didn’t need the added attention. A few drinks, that’s all she was staying for. She pulled up her hair in a ponytail and slipped on sandals. She hoped the night would go by quick.

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Cat sat back, shaking her head. The girl grinned down at her, and tried to tug her into a standing position. “Huh uh,” she smiled. “Please?” the girl smiled. “Two left feet baby, sorry.” She slouched down further in her seat. She really had not wanted to come out. Wanted to stay at home and just relax, have another beer. Wasn’t really interested in getting laid. Which pissed her off because she was always in the mood.

The girl squeezed her hand and then let go at the same moment her eyes flirted across and then went back to the group coming in. A bunch of girls. Some dressed up, some casual. The party she guessed, knowing the back area had been reserved for a party of ten. And then she saw her, near the back of the pack. Dressed in jeans and a tank top layered over another, her hair pulled up. She felt butterflies in her stomach just setting eyes on her again. Hadn’t realized just how much she actually had…missed her. How could you miss someone you didn’t even know? Hell, she didn’t even know her name, but she had memorized her body, and that mouth.

They walked past slightly below where she was sitting, up in a raised area. She stood, and the girl’s eyes went up to where she was standing, and she nearly ran into the girl in front of her. They stared at one another and then she continued walking with her friends towards the back. Those same green eyes….she wanted to go talk to her. Knew it was a bad idea. The ball was in her court, no pun intended. She knew where she lived, could have come too see her. It obviously wasn’t something she wanted, whatever it was that was between them.

For the first time in her life, she cared. She sighed. She couldn’t do anything about the girl not wanting her. If she didn’t, she didn’t. So for the rest of the night, she avoided the back and dance area, staying by the pool tables and her friends sitting in the raised area. She caught glimpses of her, tried to pretend like it didn’t matter that she was there, but inside she wanted very much to show her what she wanted.

After a few more drinks, she felt looser, better. But her heart actually felt heavy. The girl that had asked her to dance earlier had been all over her, showing her pretty much that she could take her home, have her. She debated it. Take her home and be thinking about someone else? Or take her home to forget? Finally they decided to go to another club and as they were leaving, she saw her as she ws coming down the steps with her friends. Their eyes connected and she felt this pull, like a magnet towards her. The girl with her put her arm around her waist, pulling her out the door and even as she went, she thought it was a mistake. That who she wanted was still in the bar.

So when they go to the two cars, she begged off, disappointment clear in the girl’s eyes. Well, you can’t please everyone. She went back to the club, stood outside talking to Rich, the bouncer for awhile. Debating if she wanted to go in or not. The door opened and the group of girls came out, Krissy near the middle, laughing with one of her friends. She could tell she was sober. She stood against the wall with Rich, watching them as they passed.

The girl next to Krissy looked over at her and smiled, flirty. Krissy turned to see what she was looking at and blinked, surprised. Cat felt her mouth curve slowly and Krissy bit her lip, her head turning to look at her as they kept walking. Well, she supposed she could stop her. She was waiting for her, right? But once again her stupid pride made her just stand there and watch her walk away for a second time. The one woman she wanted…she couldn’t have. Seemed about right. She said goodbye to Rich and turned the corner, heading to her car across the street. Better to go home alone than to pretend things are fine the way they are and stay out.

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Krissy turned at the car, watching Cat head across the street. She had thought for sure that she was going to take that girl home that had been on her all night. Try as she might, she had not been able to ignore her even though she didn’t approach her. What was she supposed to say? Hi, remember me? The girl that you fucked so good she didn’t want to get out of bed for days? That can’t forget you no matter how hard she tries? That wants you inside of her again and wants to be inside of you?

Her eyes were continually drawn to where she was. Pretending like this sexy gorgeous creature that turned her inside out was not in the same bar as her after weeks of thinking about her. She felt sort of stupid now, knowing who she was, that she could probably get any girl she wanted…she was just some chick she picked up in a bar. Probably some conquest. And here she was just staring at her, wishing for…to be in her arms again. Was she insane to want her?

Cat hadn’t approached her and she hadn’t approached Cat. Scared of rejection…scared of her own reaction to her. She said goodbye to her friends, getting in her car. She had only two beers earlier in the night, not wanting to drink. Not wanting it to be a crutch so she would’t have to deal with how she was feeling. And when she watched her drive away, she knew what she wanted. Even if she rejected her, she had to try. Because she knew this ache wouldn’t go away regardless of how much she willed it to.

She drove slowly, sorting out her thoughts. When she got there, she parked, looking up at her window. A light was on, the TV colors swirling behind the closed curtains. She got out of her car, walking across the street. She took the steps and then knocked hesitantly. She heard movement and a moment later, the door opened. Cat was standing in front of her, in shorts and a t-shirt, barefoot. Krissy chewed on her lip, feeling so much, but afraid at the same time. She looked so damn good. That olive skin dark from the sun, her caramel colored eyes on hers, those full lips just asking to be kissed. They looked at one another for a long moment.

“Come here..” Cat said softly. Krissy stepped over the threshold and into her arms. Cat folded her into her body, closing the door behind her. She buried her face in her neck, grasping her shirt, needing her..the feeling surging through her. Cat lifted her gently, Krissy’s legs twining around her hips and she carried her to the couch, sitting down. Krissy lifted her head, and their mouths brushed. Their eyes stayed open as they kissed softly.

“I’m scared…I don’t want to need you like this,” Krissy whispered, her hands going around her neck. Cat cupped her face, “I can’t eat..sleep…all I think about is being with you.” Krissy swallowed. Cat raised her eyebrow and Krissy laughed softly. “Guess that makes two of us. I saw you on TV earlier this evening, surprised the hell out of me,” Krissy laughed softly. Cat gave her a smile. “I didn’t know you played professional sports.” Cat nodded, “I assumed as much. I’m glad you didn’t.” “Why?” She shrugged, “Sometimes people act weird. Can’t tell if they want to be my friend because of who I am..or…you know?”

Krissy gave her a slow smile, “Well, I just want you for your body.” They both laughed, “Oh really?” Krissy bit her lip then shook her head. They stared at one another. “I can’t describe what this is between us,” Krissy whispered. Cat nuzzled her nose, “Maybe we don’t need to.” Krissy nodded, knowing that not everything had to be catagorized and labeled, that sometimes things just were. “Well Cat, my name’s Krissy. And it’s very very nice to meet you,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in her hair.  “Oh I agree,” Cat replied, her eyes darkening. Krissy shook her head groaning as she felt a shudder of anticipation run through her. She was damn happy to be back in her arms again. As their mouths met, her thoughts started to haze over. She didn’t want to think right now, just feel. They’d go from here.

 

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2008-Mar-31 - September Scott - Friends With Benefits Fun

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It’s been a little while, since I’ve seen my "friend with benefits." By a while I mean a few days, but that’s a long time for us. He had a lot of built up energy and I knew exactly what he wanted. He unzipped his pants and I went to work - licking and sucking on his rock solid cock.

I really love giving blowjobs. I like to look up and seeing how much he’s enjoying it. I love feeling a hard cock sliding through my lips, filling my mouth. I still can’t believe how much pleasure I can give with just my lips and tongue. And I love to make a guy cum, I love feeling my mouth fill up with hot juices!

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2008-Mar-31 - Kitty Karsen - Nude Pictures

Hey, guys what’s up? Kitty Karsen here again. I thought I would post some more naughty pictures for you today. Check out this gallery of me posing naked, showing off all of my tight teen body. I’d really like to know if that turns you on?

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And I hate to make this short, but I have to run. I’m going to go watch my school’s football team play. I’m definitely not going to watch them play, they only have one win this year. We’re like the worse of the worse but one of the guys, who’s really cute asked me to come watch them. Really, all I be doing is watching him - but I don’t think he’ll mind. So who knows, maybe I’m going to watch a football game, but maybe I’ll get to put my own show for him afterwards. He’s so hot, he’s always wearing these tight shirts, showing off his muscles. He’s not like a huge guy, not the body builder type - but just thinking of him makes my panties wet. So, yeah today should be interesting.

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2008-Mar-31 - Old Guy eats teen pussy

This old fucker had been trying to get into the pants of this cute red haired teen for years and now that she has turned 18 he finally got his chance. He brought her into the office with the lure of making a lot of money working on his cock and we actually went along with it because once we saw this cutie naked we all had hard ons. He gets her a little worked up by sucking and licking on her pussy but once this girl is hot she sucks and fucks him for all she is worth.

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2008-Mar-31 - The Housesitter

Kim Burns was in the process of feeding the two Springer Spaniels when the front door to burst open and a female voice called out, “Hello, girls, mama’s home, come and give kisses!” The two dogs hearing their mistresses voice literally tore out of the kitchen on their way to the front of the spacious house. Kim smiled to herself as she trailed off after the happily barking duo and laughed out loud at the scene she found in the foyer! Both pups were happily bouncing up and down around the smiling woman who managed to offer, “My goodness, I guess they’re glad to see me!” “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow,” Kim said while grabbing a suitcase. “I just got tired of all the traveling and decided to come home a day early,” the middle aged woman replied. “Did everything go okay?’ she asked the pretty young blonde. “Just fine,” Kim replied. “I had some good company!” Rhonda Marks hushed the excited animals and picked up her over night bag while motioning Kim to follow her up the stairs. “Thanks for taking care of everything when I was gone,” the older woman said over her shoulder. “It’s not easy to find someone with the time to watch these two little monsters!” “I was happy to do it, Mrs. Marks,” Kim answered quickly. “Well, it certainly put my mind at ease knowing that you were minding the store, so to speak,” Rhonda replied with a smile. She tossed her bag over the back of chair an sat down on the edge of the bed and began undressing. “You don’t mind sticking around for another hour or so, do you?” she asked while kicking off her shoes. “Uh, no, not at all,” Kim replied. “Good,” Rhonda replied, “now be a dear and start me a bath.”

Kim entered the well appointed bathroom and started the water running in the oversized whirlpool bath. “How do you like it?” she called out. “Very hot!” came the reply from the bedroom. “And put in some bath oil, my skin feels like leather!” Kim finished readying the bath just as Rhonda Marks slipped up behind her and asked, “All set?” “Yeah,” the surprised young woman answered. “All ready to go!” “Good, help me in,” Rhonda ordered as she dropped her terry cloth bathrobe to the tile floor. Kim’s cheeks turned a shade of bright red as the older woman casually stood naked before her, but she gamely took her by the arm and helped her into the swirling bubbling waters. “God, does that feel good,” she sighed while lounging back and letting the water do its thing. “Be a dear and scrub me with that wash cloth,” Rhonda said while closing her eyes. “Y-you want me to wash you?” Kim asked nervously. “Of course I do,” the older woman replied a matter of factly. “Why, do you have something against it?” “Uh, no, not at all.” Kim stammered. “It’s just that, well, I’ve never done anything like this before.” “Like what?” Rhonda asked softly. “You know,” Kim replied, “I mean I’ve never washed a grown woman.” “Well don’t worry,” Rhonda chuckled, “I promise not to bite!”

Kim dipped the dry wash cloth into the warm water and picked up a bar of lilac scented soap before rubbing them together to form a frothy suds. “Okay, where do you want me to start,” the young woman asked softly. “Land sakes, child!” and exasperated Rhonda replied. “”Just do it, I don’t care where you start!” Kim made audible gulp, and then with quite a bit of trepidation slid her rag covered hand under the swirling water. “Ahhhh, that feels nice,” the older woman sighed while Kim began working around the round tummy. “Maybe this wouldn’t turn out to be so bad,” Kim said to herself as she worked her way down Rhonda Burns’ full thighs. “Are you sure that you haven’t done this before?” Rhonda asked dreamily. “You have a wonderful touch!” “T-thanks,” Kim stammered, “you have a very pretty body.” Rhonda opened her eyes while at the same time cupping her immense breasts before replying softly, “Why thank you, Kimberly, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s every said to me.” Now turning a deeper shade of red the young woman offered no resistance when Rhonda guided her hand to her heavy bosom. “I think these need a little attention, don’t you?” she asked huskily. Kim couldn’t even look the older woman in the eyes, but without a word of protest began gently washing and massaging Rhonda’s incredible chest. “Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy!” the older woman moaned. “I-it’s been so long since anyone’s touched me this way!” Kim couldn’t understand what was happening to her! Never in her entire life had she ever even contemplated having sex with another woman, let alone a woman old enough to be her mother! But as incredible as it seemed, she was unmistakably drenching her panties while caressing Rhonda Burns’ massive chest!

Rhonda’s head rolled from side to side as the young woman used her wash rag covered hand on her floating breasts. “W-what are you doing with your other hand, dear?” Rhonda stammered softly. “Nothing!” Kim whispered in return. “I’ve got a good idea where you can put it,” the older woman sighed. “W-where!?!” Kim asked nervously. While her eyes grew to the size of saucers, Kim watched in utter disbelief as Rhonda Burns grabbed her left hand and pulled it directly to her red hot vagina! “W-will you please help me!?!” Rhonda Burns pleaded. Kim licked her dry lips once or twice, and then after swallowing hard, answered Rhonda’s question by letting her finger press insistently into the older woman’s gaping organ! “Ohhhhhhhh, you sweet little girl!” Rhonda gasped. “T-that’s it, ohhhhhhh yesssssssss!” “Do mama’s big fat clitty!” “Mmmmmmmm, make her feel like a real pussy!” In only a matter of several seconds Kim had the older woman begging for release! With her right hand pinching and twisting the dark pink nipples, her left hand worked feverishly on Rhonda Burns’ overly deveopled clitoris. “D-do you like by breasts?!?” Rhonda moaned. “Oh yes!” Kim replied urgently. “They’re absolutely beautiful!” “Oh god!” she gasped. “I-I’m on the edge!” “S-so close now!” “Do it faster!” “Oh yessssssss, faster, faster!!!” “Ohhhhhhh fuck!”
“I’m cumming so fucking hard!!!” With those words Rhonda Burns hips lurched forward as an orgasm of brutal intensity slammed into her cunt like a freight train out of control!
With her hips bucking around like a wild animal, it was all Kim could do to keep her finger in contact with the incredibly distended clitoris!

Then it was over! Rhonda lay relaxed back in the water with a satisfied smile on her face and a small sigh escaping her lips! “That was wonderful!” she said with a smile. “Thank you ever so much.” “It was my pleasure, ma’am,” Kim replied with her face again turning red. “If you’re anything like me,” the older woman said softly. “I can just about guarantee that you’re pussy is literally dripping.” “Isn’t that right?” “I-I don’t know what you mean,” a totally embarrassed Kim replied. “I think you do,” Rhonda replied softly. “Now I want you to stand up, and take off your shorts and panties!” “I-I just couldn’t!” Kim answered with her eyes cast down. “Oh but you can!” Rhonda replied evenly. “now do as your told!” she replied with a bit of edge to her voice. Now completely humiliated, the young woman slowly stood up, and with her back turned, dropped her shorts to the floor! Her tight bottom was encased in a pair of white cotton panties, that even though were totally utilitarian, couldn’t hide the fact that what they were covering was an incredibly sexy ass! “Now the panties!” Rhonda ordered. Kim rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and then after taking a deep breath, shoved the white cottons down around her ankles.

“Oh myyyyyy,” Rhonda sighed. “You have a very pretty bottom, young lady!” “Thank you,” Kim answered softly. “Step closer so I can feel it!” the older woman demanded. Now unable to resist, Kim stepped backward until she felt a soft damp fingers caressing her firm yet supple cheeks. “Simply incredible!” Rhonda intoned while gently cupping the two perfectly shaped globes. “Okay, child,” she said, “now turn around and show mama what you’ve got.” With her face now the color of a beet, Kim slowly turned around, exposing her partially shaved vagina to the eager eyes of the older woman! “Sweet jesus in heaven!” Rhonda gasped. “Y-you’re lips are huge!” “You are so ready!!!” “May I ask you a question?” Rhonda intoned softly. “What?” Kim replied in obvious distress. “How often do you masturbate?!?” “I-I’m not sure,” she replied with her head down. “Don’t give me that!” Rhonda snapped. “When was the last time you touched your clit?!?” “L-last night,” came the soft reply. “Did you climax?” the older woman pressed on. “Y-yessss, I came very hard!” “Good,” Rhonda replied. “Because do you know what we’re going to do now?!?” Kim shook her head from side to side and waited for the older woman to reply. “Well, you and I are going to masturbate in front of each other, that’s what we’re going do!” Kim’s legs buckled slightly at the very thought, and without even thinking, her left hand slipped between her thighs and sought out her erect little clit!

“Ohhhhh, Mrs. Burns!!!” Kim gasped as her finger tip flicked over her hard little nub.
“My goodness gracious, child!” the older woman sighed while staring at the young woman’s bulging labia. “You are indeed a wonder!” “I-I love to touch myself,” Kim stammered. “I just can’t seem to stop doing it!” “Do you have a boyfriend?” Rhonda asked while cupping her huge chest. “No!” Kim replied with groan. “Have you ever seen a man’s penis?” Rhonda pressed on. “Just daddy’s,” the young woman replied. “One night I came home early and saw him having sex with mommy through a crack in the door.” “Did it excite you?” “Oh, yesssssss!!!” she replied. “Mommy was on her knees sucking daddy’s penis!” “Was he large, I mean did he have a big erection?” Rhonda asked softly. “I think so,” Kim answered, “mama kept saying how she loved it when daddy stuck all nine inches inside of her pussy.” “D-did you see him fuck her?” the old woman gasped. “After mommy sucked him off, daddy lay back and mommy climbed on top of him!” “Then what happened?” Rhonda begged. “S-she sat down on his penis!” Kim managed to stammer. “It went all the way in and mommy had a huge orgasm!” “Then daddy rolled over on top of her and rammed his erection in and out of her like he was going crazy or something!”

By now both Kim and Rhonda’s fingers were flying over their hot clits while images of Kim’s father fucking her mother danced in their heads! Kim overtly opened her legs even farther giving the old woman a perfect view of her pussy as a stunning climax wrenched her over heated cunt! “Good lord in heaven!!!” Rhonda screamed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her unabated. With her legs now the consistency of jelly, Kim slowly slipped to the floor with a satisfied smile covering her face. “Wow!” the young woman sighed. “That was more than wonderful!” “Mmmmmm,” Rhonda hummed, “so very much more.”

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2008-Mar-31 - The Mile High Club

“…..we’ll be cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet with and air speed of 480 knots, the weather is clear and we should reach Houston right on time, and thank you for flying World Air!!!” After Emma Burton had stared out the window at the fading lights of Seattle’s skyline, she ordered a Bloody Mary from the hostess and buried her nose in the new novel she had purchased at the airport news stand, and while she was just about getting into the plot when she was interrupted by her young seat mate, a college age boy sitting just to her right!!! “First flight,” he asked!?! “Uh, no,” she replied, “my grandchildren live with my son and his wife in Houston so I fly down a couple of times a year, I usually take the night flight because it’s a little cheaper, what about you!?!” “Oh, I go to school in Seattle,” he offered cheerfully, “but I’m a native Texan returning home to be in my buddy’s wedding!!!” She was about to go back to her reading, when the young man stuck out his hand and introduced himself, “Well since we’re going to be traveling together, my name’s Parker, Parker Price!!!” Emma took his hand, and with a firm grip replied, “It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Parker, I’m Emma Burton!!!”

Their drinks soon arrived, and while making small talk, Parker discovered that Emma Burton was a sixty year old widow whose husband had dies three years ago!!! “So, enough about me,” Emma said after taking a sip on her drink, “Tell me, do you have a girl friend!?!” “I did have one,” he replied, “but we broke up two months ago, so I guess you could say I’m kinda in between!!!” After taking another sip, she patted his leg replied, “Well I wouldn’t worry about it too much, you’re a very handsome young man who shouldn’t have any trouble finding another girl!!!” He chuckled a little before replying, “Thanks for the compliment, but I think for the time being I’m just gonna play the field!!!” They spent the better part of the next hour chatting about everything under the

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sun, until Parker finally offered, “I’m sorry, but I’m really tired, so if you don’t mind I think I’ll take a little nap!!!”

In less than a minute Parker fell into a deep restful sleep while Emma turned on her overhead light and returned to reading her book as her hand fell casually into Parker’s lap!!! Almost immediately his penis stiffened until his full erection pushed insistently against the front of his jeans as Emma continued both reading and caressing at the same time!!! It had been so long since she had felt the hardness of an excited male in her hand, that her panty clad vagina became flushed and damp in anticipation of some direct stimulation!!! Reaching under her seat, Emma pulled out a blanket and covered both her lap and Parker’s before sliding her hand back to his straining crotch!!! It was incredible really, here she was feeling up a total stranger while he slept with him being none the wiser, but what she really wanted was to unzip his fly and extract his big pecker and suck him off!!! It was now or never, so with a gentle shaking of his arm to rouse him awake she whispered, “Take out your out your penis, I want to suck you off!!!” “W-what did you say,” he replied groggily, “I didn’t hear you!?!” Again she shook him by the arm and in a low but urgent voice repeated, “Take out your penis, I want to suck you!!!” By now his eyes were wide open and he could feel her hand kneading his hardness through his clothing, and in almost a shocked voice in whispered, “Are you crazy, you’re old enough to be my grandmother, and besides, we’re on an airplane full of people, someone might see us!!!” “Don’t worry,” she whispered hoarsely, “all the lights are out and most everyone is asleep, and besides, I’ll slip under the blanket so no one can see me!!!”

When he didn’t reply, Emma pressed on, “You’re hard as a rock, you need to ejaculate and I need for you to do it in my mouth, please, let’s help each other out, I promise that you won’t be disappointed!!!” “I-I don’t know,” he stammered, “I didn’t realize people your age…………….” “………that people my age like sex,” as she finished his sentence for him, “well let me tell you, we like it just as much as you young kids and maybe more, so hurry up and get that cock out, mama’s hungry!!!” After a moment’s hesitation, Parker extracted his hardon from its denim prison, allowing the old cock hound access to his most private parts!!! “My god,” she sighed while gently jerking him under the blanket, “it’s so warm and alive in my hand, and so thick too, I’m really gonna enjoy this!!!” Emma glanced around the dark cabin to see if any other passengers were paying any attention to them, and when she was sure they were not, she lifted the blanket and devoured the straining organ in her hot mouth!!! “Oh my god,” he moaned softly, “that’s incredible, it even feels better than when Debbie does it!!!” Emma chuckled to herself at the young man’s admission, but anxious to receive her sperm shooter, she concentrated on licking and sucking his big pecker to climax!!! Parker’s breathing became shallow and inconsistent as his orgasm neared, and just when he was ready to blow his nut, a hostess tapped him on the shoulder and asked in an acid voice, “And just what do you think you two are doing!?!”

After nearly jerking Emma’s mouth from his erection, Parker stammered, “Well uh, you see it’s like this, she was just uh, I mean she was just………..” “I was giving him a blow job,” Emma interjected, “that is until you interrupted us!!!” Her tone was that of someone whose rights had been violated, and for an instant the female flight attendant didn’t quite know what to say, so Emma bored right on in, “And now look at him,” while pulling back the cover and exposing Parker’s still rock hard cock, “and you expect me to leave the poor boy in this condition, what are you anyway, some kind of sadist!?!” With a look of total consternation the hostess stammered, “Well I’m sorry, but I was afraid some of the other passengers might complain……” “Do you see anybody watching us,” Emma demanded while casually jerking Parker’s straining hardon, “cuz I sure don’t!!!” “Well uh, I guess not,” the hostess replied softly, “I-I’m sorry for the inconvenience!!!” “That’s okay,” Emma replied, “how’d you like a little taste for yourself, he’s got and incredibly yummy cock here!?!” “Ohhhhh I couldn’t,” the hostess replied softly!!! “Why not,” Emma shot back, “he’s got plenty of juice for both of us, you do swallow don’t you, I don’t wanna see any of his spunk going to waste!!!”

The hostess was now completely flustered at the personal nature the conversation had taken on, and in a small quiet voice she replied, “I don’t think that is any of you business!!!” “Well it is if you plan on sucking him off, I found him first, but I’ll be happy to share him, and by the way, when’s that last time you sucked a big pecker!?!” “Keep your voice down,” the hostess admonished, “do you want someone to hear you!?!” “Not really,” Emma replied casually, “but if you don’t hurry, I’m just gonna hafta suck him off by myself!!!” Parker was almost in a state of shock as he listened to the two women discussing the merits of sucking his penis, and it wasn’t until he grabbed the hostess by the arm and physically pulled her face into his lap that the argument was finally settled!!! After her face bumped into the massive piece of cock flesh, she almost automatically opened her mouth and sucked him in!!! “Ohhhhhh,” he sighed as her mouth engulfed him, “oh yeah, just like that, mmmmmm, right there, that’s the spot, suck me off, oh god suck me off!!!” Emma snuggled up next to him, and with out warning, turned his face to hers and gave him a deep kiss, while forcing her tongue deep inside of his mouth!!! He was beginning to lose it, but by now he was so far gone all he could think about was shooting a load into the mouth of the cocksucker flight attendant!!! Emma pulled her mouth from his and whispered, “Are you about ready to fill her mouth, she really needs it!?!” With his eyes glazed over, he nodded his head as his body stiffened and his cock began to ejaculate a gusher of hot cum deep into the throat of the hot little cocksucker!!!

“T-that was incredible,” he sighed while the little cock hound continued paying oral homage to his still half hard cock, “I can’t believe we just did that, I mean with all these sleeping people around!!!” Emma kissed him again and then offered, “Now don’t think for a minute that we’re finished here, sonny, you’ve still got to get mama off!!!” “But how,” he asked softly?!? “Like this,” she replied while quickly standing up and throwing a let over his lap and mounting him, “just like this!!!” “Y-you’re fucking crazy,” he moaned as she impaled herself on his huge erection, “we’re gonna get caught for sure!!!” “Oh shut the fuck up,” she sighed while rocking back and forth on his thick stump, “we’ve got little miss cocksucker here to keep the coast clear, so be a good Texan and give this Seattle girl the fucking of her life, come on, stud,” she gasped, “move your fucking ass and get mama off!!!” After regaining his train of thought, he shot back quietly, “You’re on top, cunt, do it yourself, I’m just along for the fucking ride!!!” And she did too, as she all at once began bouncing up and down on him until without warning she stiffened as if she were electrocuted, while a murderous climax slammed into her cunt and his own organ spasmed hard filling her with the sperm shooter she so desperately desired!!!

Almost as soon as they climaxed, the hostess whispered harshly, “Okay now, that’s enough, both of you back in your seats and keep your hands to yourselves!!!” Emma plopped back down in her seat, and while looking out the window into the pitch dark offered, “Now that, was a real case of in flight turbulence!!!”

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2008-Mar-31 - A Tale Of Loss And Lust

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2008-Mar-31 - Tutoring Shakespeare

I was an English major when I was in college. My particular focus of study was Victorian literature. I
enjoyed it, I did well, and eventually I graduated with honors. I would spend almost every evening pouring
over the delicious words of Oscar Wilde, Coleridge or Tennyson. Such linguistic genius! I studied hard and
attracted the attention of my professors, who, when I was a senior, asked if I would help the department by
tutoring some of the freshmen who were having difficulty with the introductory lit classes.

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It was one afternoon in the lab that I was discussing Eco’s theory of Semiotics with a grad student that I
first noticed Lauren. She was standing just in front of my desk, waiting for my conversation to end, looking
like she wanted to ask me a question. She was an attractive girl: a lithely build with small, graceful breasts
underneath a round face with a tiny pert mouth and beautiful blue eyes. Her hair was a dark red, surely
artificial, curly, and pulled back in a tight pony-tail.

I dismissed the graduate student, introduced myself to the stranger, and asked her how I could help her. She
introduced herself as Lauren and said that she was having problems deciphering the language of Hamlet.
She found Shakespeare’s dialogue convoluted and difficult to understand.

I helped her as best I could. She leaned over my body as I pointed to different passages in the text,
explaining that Shakespeare had to be read in the context of the iambic pentameter and that sentence
structure had to be manipulated to conform to the organization of the line. Her tiny breasts brushed against
my shoulder. I began to moisten between my legs as I wondered why she was standing so close to me.

I finished my explanation and turned to look at her. She smiled back at me. I was tingling all over when I
said that if she had any more trouble, she could call me at my apartment. She got out a pen and wrote my
phone number on the inside of the front cover.

That night I told my boyfriend, Clark, about my encounter with Lauren. He kidded me about my
fascination with the girl. He was excited as well, as he always is when I talk to him of my attraction to
other women.

It was after dinner when she called. I was reading, as usual. Clark was watching TV. Lauren asked if it
would be all right to come over the next day; she was having problems and wanted my help. I responded by
inviting her to dinner with Clark and myself. She agreed, but only if she could bring her boyfriend Bryant. I
told her it was fine with me and gave her directions to my apartment.

The next evening at just before 7 p.m., Lauren and Bryant knocked on my door. I invited them in and we all
sat down to eat. Clark and Bryant hit it off immediately: they were both big football fans and quickly began
talking about this team and that, this player and that. After dinner, the two of them watched whatever was
on ESPN while Lauren and I retreated to my bedroom with her books to study.

We closed the door behind us and sat down on the bed. Lauren pulled out her copy of Hamlet and the two
of us began going through it passage by passage. I grew more and more aroused with her sitting next to me.
Her scent was intoxicating, and it was all I could do not to fling the book to the floor and attack her. I found
it hard to concentrate, the words on the page danced in front of my eyes, and my breath came in short
shallow pants. I turned to look at her, to see if she understood the particular soliloquy we were discussing
when I was caught by her eyes. I stopped talking mid-sentence and merely stared into the depth of the blue
dots before me. She smiled, took the book off my lap and placed it on my nightstand. Then she moved
forward to kiss me.

Our lips touched and fireworks exploded in my head. I was drunk with her; my mouth yielded to hers. Our
lips parted and our tongues quickly found each other. She put her arms around me, drawing me closer to
her body. My hands slipped around her waist and held her.

There was a brief rap at the door and Lauren and I quickly broke our embrace. We smoothed out our
clothes and I called out, asking who was at the door. Clark said that it was him and I told him to come in.
He opened the door upon what I hoped was a platonic image of myself and Lauren studying. He said he just
wanted to check up on us and asked if we needed anything. I said we were OK. He nodded and bent over to
kiss my ear. As he did, he whispered that my hair was a mess and that there was lipstick all over my face.

He stood back up, smiled at me and Lauren and returned to the front room. As soon as he closed the door
behind him, Lauren and I were in each other’s arms, kissing passionately. I couldn’t hold myself back, and
I quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head. I wasn’t surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I groped
at her breasts while I began kissing and licking her nipples. She sighed and lay back onto the bed, pulling
me on top of her.

I undid her jeans and tossed them to the floor. I removed her underwear and threw them onto her crumpled
jeans. Her long lean body lay on my bed, beautiful and inviting. She took my head in her hands and
directed me to the soft downy hair between her legs. I kissed the top of her folds and spread her lips,
pushing my tongue inside of her. As I pushed into her, her hands pulled tightly at my hair. It was though
she was trying to pull my entire head inside of her. I kissed and kissed and kissed, moving from her
entrance up to her hard almond-shaped clitoris. I pulled the tip into my mouth and gently bit it. I held it
gently in my teeth and rubbed it vigorously with my tongue. Lauren began shuddering in orgasm. She held
me tightly against her and came.

Lauren then released my hair. I looked up from between her thighs and smiled at her and invited her to a
study session the next week. She looked down at me and agreed.

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2008-Mar-31 - The Park Lark

I’ve written a couple of stories about things that happened when I was running wild with a young guy called Jodi Malenger. I guess a lot of people doubt they’re true and I’m not about to argue the point — why bother? But since there’s been quite a few readers who seem to enjoy them I’ll recount another one.

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The scene is England, more years ago than I care to remember now. And again we’d gone wandering well away from our local area in Jodi’s van. Well, the van that belonged to Jodi’s Dad and that Jodi often borrowed.

So, it was another town we were in, on a working day, and about as boring as you could imagine. Apart from everything else the sun was beating down out of a cloudless blue sky and everybody was as grumpy as hell. The English expect bad weather like New Yorkers expect rudeness — it goes with the territory and anything else messes with their minds. Still, Jodi had put a shoulder bag inside the van and winked at us when he’d done it. The other four of us figured he must have something interesting planned, though we didn’t know what it was. Anyway, while Jodi was driving Jacko opened up the bag and showed us what was stowed in it. And the contents of that bag had us scratching our heads alright.

There were two paint brushes, brand new but cut off so there was only about an inch of hairs left on each handle. There were two identical copies of a newspaper — well, ‘The News Of The World’, if you can call that a newspaper, and a net. Yes, a net. Made of very fine nylon cord, about eight feet by four feet, with mesh big enough for us to easily put our hands through the holes. Oh, and just to make everything clearer, when we opened up one of the big newspapers we found that around the sides of the center pages were long dressmakers’ pins. There must have been a dozen of them in each paper, pinning all the pages together so it was impossible to turn them over. And, finally, there was a polaroid camera and three film packs.

I guess Sherlock Holmes would have worked out straight away what Jodi was planning to do; none of us could though.

“Jodi, what the hell is this lot for?” Jacko asked.

“For fishing with; what else?”

That’s all he’d say though, not another word until we got to the town. A fair sized East Midlands market town. He parked the van at a supermarket car park. The car park was at one side of the building and the town center on the other side. But we didn’t walk that way. Instead Jodi picked up his bag and went over a pedestrian bridge at the far end of the car park. The bridge was over a river which ran through the town.

I guess it doesn’t make much difference to the story but maybe I’d better mention that what might be called a river in the UK could hardly get a mention as a creek in the States. This river you could have spat across given a good following wind. Anyway we looked at Jodi’s bag, thought about the net, looked down at the river and then at each other in bewilderment. We were a bunch that had never had any interest in hunting fur, fin or feathers. Big tits and juicy cunts were the only things we caught. What the hell was Jodi up to this time?

On the other side of the river was a park. A nice one. About half a mile long with lots of trees and bushes on a grassy, gently rolling slope, with the river flowing along the bottom of the slope. The only buildings we could see at the top of the slope were some changing rooms next to a fence around a couple of tennis courts. It was a nice place to come on a hot day to get away from the crowds and the traffic. Mind you any day which is warm enough to melt ice cream is a hot day for the UK, but this was a genuine scorcher.

It was about midday because the blazing sun was directly overhead and a whole slew of the town’s workers were doing all kinds of crazy continental things in their lunch hour — things like taking off their ties and pullovers and then lying down in the shade underneath the trees in the park. People with thermos flasks full of hot tea and paper bags of sandwiches were trying to convince themselves that to be seen eating outdoors wasn’t a social disgrace. And, of course, there were the wild teenagers openly sunbathing in swimming costumes, up to and including a couple of hussies in bikinis. A few more days of this brain cooking weather and the English would be lapping up rum out of each other’s belly buttons and Conga dancing in the bus queues. Mind you, with what Jodi was carrying around with him it looked as if we had one case of sun struck insanity on our hands already.

“Jodi, mate, what’s hatching in your mind?” Micky asked him. And he told us. And then he told us again, very slowly and clearly, because we thought for sure he’d been joking the first time around.

Now it wasn’t our way of doing things to have big debates about one of Jodi’s ideas. We went out and did them and scarcely ever did they go wrong, mainly because most people’s reactions just freeze up when something absolutely surprising happens. There’s hardly one in a hundred who are quick witted enough to react straight off to the totally unexpected. Mind you, it’s only one in a thousand who can think up those kind of surprising ideas, and only one in ten thousand who’ll go through with them. Jodi was the one in ten thousand.

This time though even Jodi had to work hard in selling us his plan. But Jodi was Jodi and trying to stop him doing what he wanted to do was like asking Hitler to maybe postpone invading Russia. So eventually we agreed to give it a go.

“OK, spread out. Keep in sight of each other. You know what we’re looking for. If anybody finds a good situation just sit down on the grass and the rest of us will come over and have a look.”

Looking around was the easy part. We moved out amongst the trees and the bushes like sharks prowling around in a swimming hole. Each of us knew what Jodi wanted and I hadn’t gone too far at all when I found a scene which seemed to fit the bill pretty well. So, I sat down and kept on looking.

I was about three quarters of the way up the slope, and able to see far enough over the crest for an occasional head to bob up into view behind the tennis court fence. I don’t know where the players got the energy from in that heat. On my left was a clear area of grass which stretched about a hundred yards or so to the next cluster of trees. On my right was a pathway which went up the slope towards the tennis court. The pathway was about forty or fifty yards away but nobody was bothering to use it with the grass being dry enough to walk on. A few yards further up from where I was sitting were the two trees nearest to the top of the slope, a pair of elms side by side. The trees were twenty feet apart and the furthest one from the pathway was straight up the slope from where I was.

Underneath the elm tree on the right was a courting couple with their arms wrapped each other and apparently trying to get into the Guiness book of records for the longest sustained kiss in history. I couldn’t see much of their faces but she looked pretty good. They weren’t my concern though, except in as much as neither of them were at all interested in anything else going on around them. It was the scene underneath the second tree which I was carefully studying.

There were two girls there, lying side by side, shoes off and bare feet pointing down the slope. Both of them were wearing blue overalls with buttons up the front — shop or factory uniforms. There was a coke can on the grass on either side of them and paper bags as well. Yeah, two shop girls who’d come into the park for their lunch break, and were now lying in the shade underneath the tree with their shoes off.

One was rolled over on her stomach, apparently dozing, with her hands spread flat underneath her chin, so all I could really see of her were her legs and her hair. The hair was an eye catching feature because it was a reddish brown mass which looked tangled, as if pulling a comb through it every day was more work than was worth doing. Her legs seemed pretty good and I could see halfway up her thighs because that was where the hem of her overall was pulled up to. The overall sleeves were short ones and I could make out a lot of freckles on her white skinned arms. No wonder she was keeping well out of the sun with a complexion like hers.

The other one was as different as chalk to cheese — or maybe, I should say Spanish to Irish. Because she looked as if she belonged out in the sun, a real Mediterranean type. Dark complexioned with hair as black as a coal cellar at midnight, done up in bun behind her head, and wearing sun glasses that made her look as if she was a Mafia gangster’s girl friend. Not that she wasn’t presentable, even if she did have a nose on her like Shylock’s daughter — that was more than made up for by the size of the boobs underneath her tightly stretched overall buttons. Even lying flat on her back they were a fine, fine sight. As for her legs, they were the sort that make you feel that if God ever created anything better to look at he must have kept it for himself. Unfortunately the bottom of her overalls were pulled down lower than her friend’s, around her knees, so I couldn’t give her underpinnings the attention they fully deserved.

In normal circumstances I would have moved around to have a better viewpoint up the slope and up her legs, especially as she was holding a magazine up over her face. As it was I didn’t take any sneaky looks, I didn’t move closer, I didn’t do anything which might wake the girls up or show an interest in them. Instead, I waited for the rest of the lads to arrive. The only thing which happened while I was waiting was that big tits put down the magazine and rolled over onto her stomach like her friend, resting her cheek on her hands in the same way.

“Thank you, God,” I said quietly but with genuine gratitude. It was starting to look as if he was with us on this one.

The other guys drifted over and sat around, except Jodi. He stood and looked at the girls and grinned until we were all together. As usual he didn’t seem the slightest bit nervous about things — personally, I could feel my palms getting damp and it wasn’t from the heat. I guess the truth was that if I’d been as clever as Jodi it wouldn’t have done me much good because I’d never have the nerve to follow up on my ideas the way he did. Oh, I’d do what he told me, like the others did what he told them to. The hard part was in not finding an excuse to keep on waiting for a better chance until there was no chance left and being secretly relieved. But not Jodi: he had the incredibly rare ability to just go ahead and do whatever he wanted when he wanted, without thinking twice about it.

Anyway, as soon as we were all sitting there he knelt down, unzipped the top of the bag and took out the net. He spread it out with one of the long sides uppermost and gave one end of the net to Will.

“Andy, you grab the other side. Stand up, stretch it out, then do it. I want the top of the net across their shoulder blades.”

So Will and I did. We stood up, moved apart until the eight foot net was taut and walked towards the girls, Jodi following up and handing out the paint brushes to Micky and Jacko.

“Go!”

We went for them as if we were trying to pin down a pair of leopards that could tear us apart if they got free. We threw the net over both of them, across their backs and down to their calves, and then I dropped down flat alongside the copper nob, enough of the net underneath me so I was lying completely on top of it and stopping it from moving. Will did the same thing on the other side and the net was anchored over both girls so tightly that neither could do anymore than wriggle around.

“What the fuck?” copper nob snapped, and then went into a fit of hysteria as Jacko tickled the sole of one of her bare feet with the scratchy hairs of the cut off paintbrush.

If that reaction was impressive, it was nothing compared to how big tits threw herself around when Micky did the same thing to one of her feet. It was instantly clear how susceptible she was to that sort of stimulation. The way she was twisting and giggling, I thought sure she was going to wet herself.

“OK, that’s enough,” Jodi said.

I was looking over to the other tree and saw the couple underneath it break their clinch for a moment and glance over at us, both of them grinning. They’d heard the girls having their bouts of hysteria, they could see us lying down around them and I guess they must have thought we were a bunch of friends meeting up and having a joke together. It would have been very hard for them to see the thin corded net, even if Will’s body hadn’t been in the way. So they didn’t twig what was really happening and went straight back to their marathon kissing session.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get this off us or I’ll start screaming,” copper nob said loudly.

The next second she was writhing around underneath the net again as Micky and Jacko both went for her soles with their brushes. Then Jodi told them to stop it, pointed at both pairs of feet and waggled his thumbs. The guys began massaging the girls’ soles instead of tickling them, digging their thumbs into their insteps just enough to make it pleasant rather than painful.

I heard another kind of gasp from the redhead, one of surprise, and I tried to see around her mass of hair to the face underneath it. At the same moment she twisted her head around in my direction and I was looking into her greeny colored eyes above a snub nose and pert mouth. Aye, and if looks could have killed I’d have soon been in an even warmer place. She’d got her left elbow caught up in one of the net holes and was desperately trying to get it further out but wasn’t doing anything more than leaving red impression lines on that lovely white skin. She started kicking around with her feet as well, as much as she could, then went into another fit of giggles as she was tickled again. There was a lot of things I could have said but this was the time for Jodi to do the talking. Which he did as soon as we let the copper nob alone long enough to gasp for breath.

“It’s OK girls, it’s OK. We just want to talk to you for a while and we didn’t want you getting up and walking away from us because it was time to go back to work. Relax, we’re not going to hurt you.”

“You’re absolutely mad, you can’t do this,” big tits said. “Come on, get this net off us, or else … ”

“Or else what? Nobody can see it unless they get really, really close and every time you start making a noise we’ll start tickling your feet again. So why not talk about things first before you get all upset? You like having your feet massaged, don’t you?”

The red head was still spitting chips: “You’re mad, you’re fucking mad! Get this thing off us!”

“No. Nice day though, isn’t it?”

The pair of them made a concerted effort to sit up. With my weight on one side of the net and Will’s on the other they were only wasting their energy. Jodi let them struggle for a while, until copper nob started calling out. Instantly Micky and Jacko used the brushes again. I saw the couple underneath the next tree separate their lips and grin at us again as red hair and big tits made noises like a pair of mating cats. Then the pair went back to their own mating habits again. To them it was still all just larking around by a bunch of guys and a couple of chicks.

“We can keep this up as long as you like, ladies,” Jodi said calmly. “You want some more tickling or would you rather lie still and have your feet rubbed?”

“What the hell do you want?” the red head asked between gasps. She was clearly baffled about what was going on or how to deal with it.

“Ah, well, you have to understand that we’re a bunch of perverts who get our kicks out of touching girls’ feet. You wouldn’t deny us that little pleasure, would you?” Jodi’s voice was light and jokey. “After all it’s a nice feeling having your soles stroked, isn’t it?”

“But somebody might come along,” big tits protested.

“So what? Nobody is going to arrest us for obscene foot stroking in a public place, are they?”

He nodded to Micky and Jacko and they set to work again with busy hands on the bare feet in front of them. The big dark girl gave a little hiss of pleasure and we grinned at each other. The first crack in the defenses. Red hair was still whining though and it wasn’t because she was feeling happy.

“Our lunch break is over. We’ve got to go back to work now.”

“Oh no you don’t. That’s why we’ve netted you — because we couldn’t bear to see you both get up and walk away. Just tell your boss it was so hot you both fell asleep in the park and didn’t wake up until it was too late to be worth going back.”

“You’re mad; we’ll get the sack!” Her voice was rising in anger and Jodi made a painting gesture at Jacko. He immediately stopped massaging her soles and scratched her with the brush until she was laughing and begging for mercy at the same time. Jodi finally relented.

“Look, as long as you talk quietly and sensibly nothing like that is going to happen. So how about telling us your names? You with the red hair, what’s yours?”

“Maureen,” she answered, in between gasps as she tried to get her breath back from her latest encounter with the brush.

“Maureen, hey. And what’s your friend’s name?”

Big tits answered for herself: “Sandra — what’s yours?”

Jodi grinned at her challenging response. “Elvis. It’s a big coincidence, that is. Not only is my name Elvis, but all these other guys are also called Elvis. You can have our autographs by and by.”

“You’re mad; raving bloody mad. Somebody is watching this, for sure.”

Jodi leaned back on his heels and made a big performance of holding his hand flat over his eyes, pretending to scan the horizon like a cowboy on the films.

“Hmmm … Well, there’s the County Police Pipe Band over there … Mary Whitehouse has got her binoculars on us … Two Bishops and an Archdeacon next to her … oh yeah, and a TV camera from the BBC outside broadcast unit. Yes, you’re right, we’re the absolute center of attention.”

“There’s a guy and a girl under the next tree, I know that,” Sandra answered back.

“True — very true,” Jodi conceded. “Only they seem to be in a world of their own right now. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they don’t soon go back to work and leave you with us for the afternoon.”

“Look, you’ve had your joke,” Sandra said, clearly trying to sound calm and reasonable. “Now you have to take this net off us.”

“Why?” Jodi asked just as reasonably.

“Because this is crazy,” Maureen piped up. “If you don’t let us go we’ll scream … ”

“Go ahead. Next time you’ll get a tickling that will really drive you crazy.”

There was a silence then as both of them tried to figure their way past that threat. Jodi only sat there and grinned at us as he let them come to terms with the way things were turning out. Maureen put her right hand down her side and clutched at the net. A total waste of time because as long as Will’s weight and mine was still resting on top of it she’d cut her fingers off on the thin nylon cords long before she could lift it up. I noticed she was wearing an engagement ring on the other hand. At the same time Sandra was still talking.

“Look, seriously, what do you lot want?”

“I told you, we just want to rub your feet. No harm in that, is there?”

Maureen said: “Fuck off, you mad bastard!”

“Oh dear, I hate foul mouthed girls. Both brushes for Maureen. Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear: one step, two step, tickle under there!”

The poor red head tried kicking her feet around and much good it did her as Mark and Jacko held her ankles and then started flicking the scratchy bristles up and down her soles. Will leaned over and dabbled his fingers behind one of her knees and I put my right hand over her back and tickled underneath her armpit. She hadn’t had too much breath left in her to start with, so all she could do was to wriggle around helplessly and suck in air in desperate gulps. I honestly thought she was going to faint.

“That’s enough,” I said. “Enough!”

“I don’t know what it is with you girls,” Jodi remarked casually. “All we’re trying to do is put a little fun in your lives and you call us all kinds of dirty names. Why not relax for a while and enjoy the sensation?”

“Go away — leave us alone!” Sandra protested.

“I’m beginning to feel like a door to door salesmen here,” Jodi told her. “Only I’m not selling anything, I’m just trying to give away a little happiness. Let’s see if some more massaging puts you in a better mood.”

Both of the girls made futile little efforts to keep their feet away from the busy fingers behind them, but they weren’t going anywhere, not with six hands to four feet. And despite all the outrage it was soon clear that both of them were finding it an interesting experience to have their soles continually stroked and massaged. Not that Maureen was going to admit it.

“If you think you’re going to get us in the mood for any hanky-panky, you’re wrong.”

Hanky-panky! I nearly bust a gut holding in my laughter and I could see the other guys were in the same way. Jodi’s chin was trembling with self control: “Hanky-panky?” he drawled in an upper class voice. “My dear girl, I haven’t hanked my pank in an absolute age.”

Then we all did burst out laughing, and nobody was laughing more than Sandra. Mind you, I’m not sure if it was because of what Jodi had said or because Jodi had started to run his fingernails lightly up and down her soles.

Meantime I was looking around the park. The courting couple under the next tree were finally picking up their possessions and getting a lot of fun out of brushing bits of grass off each other’s clothes.

Further down the slope it was like an army reluctantly continuing a route march after a rest break: men and women, teenage boys and girls, all slowly getting back to their feet and walking towards the bridge. It was time to go back to the stuffy offices and shops, time to begin a hot afternoon of dreary work. All of them were in total boredom mode with their thumbs up their bums and their minds in neutral. Nobody seemed to have the slightest interest in us or the girls. But there was a woman walking towards us on the grass, middle aged, white blouse, long dark skirt, silly straw hat with flowers on it. She was cutting across the slope towards the top of the pathway and it looked as if she was going to pass close to us. The real bother was that a couple of kids, maybe seven or eight years old, were scampering around her.

I realized why Jodi had started tickling Sandra again when he put his other hand over to one of Maureen’s feet and got her gasping again as well. Not as uncontrollably as before, but enough to stop her from being able to shout out anything.

“You guys next to the girls, put your arms around them.”

I put my arm across Maureen’s shoulders and pressed myself against her as she unwillingly wriggled and giggled. I heard the kids laughing as well, thinking it was great fun to see grownups behaving like kids themselves. I took a swift glance up at exactly the same time as the woman’s gaze turned on us. She saw what she thought was some kind of horseplay going on and immediately looked away. Or maybe she was terrified that it might be foreplay. The kids lingered for a second or two, happily watching Jodi scratching the girls’ feet before they reluctantly scampered away in response to urgent calls of “Rodger, Laurel; Rodger, Laurel.” The middle class must have been passing us by.

Well, God bless the English habit of minding your own business. Once again it had saved the day and I relaxed as I watched the woman, the kids and the courting couple all leaving the area.

Will grinned: “Magic,” he said, and Jodi laughed out loud.

“Well, girls, it looks like it’s just you and us here now.” he said cheerfully. “Everybody else has gone back to work and left you here in our evil clutches.”

“I don’t know anything about what’s going on inside your mad brain,” Sandra protested. “But I know you’d better piss off now before you get into real trouble.”

“From where I’m sitting, you two seem to be the ones having all the trouble,” Jodi pointed out. “You don’t even know how many of us there are yet, do you?”

Which was true. Both of them were almost breaking their necks trying to see above and behind them. I noticed how the dappled rays of sunlight coming through the branches were lighting up Maureen’s hair into pools of deeper red.

“I’ll save you the effort of looking, ladies. There’s five of us and we don’t live in this town, so you’ll never see us again. Which means that it doesn’t really matter what you do for us because nobody else in this place will ever get to hear about it.”

Maureen grunted as Jacko rubbed his thumbs deep into the bottoms of her feet. Mark was massaging Sandra’s feet just as forcefully and I could see that her calves were trembling as if she was cold.

“What are you talking about?” Maureen asked.

“At the moment I’m still trying to explain the situation,” Jodi said. “Your friend here was talking about trouble. Maybe it’s time I showed you pair what real trouble looks like. What we need first though is some privacy. You two guys leave their feet alone now and sit up next to the girls, one on each side. Hold the papers open as if you were reading them. You two lying on the net stay where you are”

As Mark and Jacko collected their newspapers Jodi sat down cross legged between the girls’ head and the tree, then leaned back against the trunk.

“OK, girls, look around you. As much as you can, anyway. Nobody can see us from behind me because of the tree and nobody on either side will be able to see anything because of the open newspapers. I say newspapers but it’s only the News of the Screws — you know what they publish in that, all the stories about what the Vicar did with the choirboys in the vestry. I bet you two never thought you’d be appearing in the middle of that paper with your own little sex scandal, did you?”

“Fuck off!” Maureen said again, though not very loudly. He ignored her.

“Now, since you can’t see behind you, you’ll both have to take my word on this but there’s nobody between us and the river so you can commit whatever lewd acts you like without any worries about embarrassing some poor innocent onlooker. Of course I’ve still got to persuade you to do what I want but I think I can make some good points as to why you should do as you’re told. You see, the News has real big pages which is why it’s good for keeping things private in a public park. But that can be a real nuisance when the wind’s blowing and ruffling them up. So, guys, have you noticed anything unusual about those papers?”

“Yes,” Mark said. “The pages are all pinned together at the sides. The very long kind of pins with a little plastic knob at one end.”

“That’s right,” Jodi agreed. “Spot on, Mr Elvis, you’ve got sharp eyes. A little plastic knob at one end and a very sharp point at the other end. Would you pass one of them over here, please.”

Mark gave him one of the pins and Jodi held it between his knees, where both of the girls could see it. He was like a magician getting ready to demonstrate a trick.

“OK, Maureen and Sandra, I’d just like you both to imagine what would happen if I held your noses while my mates jabbed these into your arses. In fact, I can tell you what would happen, you’d honk like seals at feeding time and you’d be the only ones in the park who knew how much you were hurting. So maybe you’d like to think about that for a while.”

Jodi looked around at us. “You two with the papers, give a pin each to the guys on the net. Guys who get the pins, you stick them where’ll they do the most good. Not deep enough to hurt, mind, just enough so the ladies can feel them pricking.”

Will snorted with laughter as he took a pin from Jacko. I guess he must have pushed it too hard into Sandra’s backside though because she yipped like a puppy having its tail trodden on. Maureen kept on twisting her head around to try and see behind her until she felt my pin being pressed against one of the cheeks of her arse and then she gasped and lay still, mouth hanging open and staring down at the grass.

“Yeah, now they’re starting to get the message. You guys keep those pins there but don’t push them in any harder unless I tell you to.” Jodi jabbed the pin he was holding into a surfaced root. “We’ll leave this one here within reach in case I need it later on. Now, girls, seeing that we’ve saved you from having to work all afternoon, I thought it might be a nice gesture in return for you to play a little game with us. Are you ready?”

“A … a game?” Maureen slowly asked.

“That’s right; a game. It’s called the question and answer game. And before we start I want to make sure you completely understand the rules. I ask each of you a question in turn. If I don’t get an answer or I get the wrong answer you both get a pin jammed up your arse hole. So if you try to get smart you won’t be hurting just yourself, but your friend as well. So, Sandra, here’s your first question. What do you think is the next thing that you’re going to put into your mouth? Here’s a clue.” Jodi rubbed his hand over his crotch. “And remember what happens to both of you ladies if you guess wrong.”

Sandra’s dark skin had flushed to the color of bruised tomatoes and I saw her buttocks instinctively tightening as Will moved the pin down a millimeter.

“Oh God, it’s your cock!”

“No, not God’s but you can think of me as your own personal lord and master for the time being. And because I’m a nice master and you’ve said the right thing you don’t get hurt. OK, next question, what’s the next thing that Maureen’s going to suck on?”

I gave Maureen a tiny little prod with one of the pins and she quacked like a duck landing on a barbed wire fence: “It’s your cock. I’m going to suck your cock as well.”

And that was it, at least as far as the first part of the business was concerned. If either of them had been in a mood to put up an argument Jodi had - as always - found a very effective way of changing their minds. I’d never had much doubt that Sandra would do it, if only for the experience, but I’d thought that Maureen might be more of a problem. Still, what would have been the sense in trying to refuse? We could hurt her as much as we liked and we would have kept on doing it until she surrendered. So I guess she was smart enough to realize that Jodi was holding all the trump cards. He was certainly pleased enough with himself.

“I don’t know why everybody says women are so hard to get along with. Ask them in the right way and there’s nothing they won’t do for you. Isn’t that right, Maureen?”

“Yes.”

“Ah, now we come to the next part of the game. This is something you’ll have to concentrate very hard on. From now on whenever you talk to anybody with a cock you call them ’sir’. Is that clear, Maureen?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered — quickly.

“Is that clear, Sandra?”

“Yes, sir.” Again, no hesitation at all. Sandra was well and truly broken in. Trembling and nervous as hell, but ready to do her best.

Jacko and Mark grinned at each other over the tops of their newspapers and Will winked at me across the girls’ backs. The message was that we’d found ourselves two willing slaves. I lifted my head up and had a quick look around. A few people walking around or still lying under the trees but none near enough to matter. Yippee!

Jodi reached forward and grabbed Sandra’s big nose, then pinched Maureen’s between his thumb and forefinger. “OK, lads, wake them up.”

His description of the noise that the girls made when Will and I jabbed them was spot on — they did honk like seals. But I guess Jodi had already done extensive field trials in applied pinology as a quick and easy way of getting around arguments. He took his hands off the girls’ faces and made a big show about wiping them on the sides of his jeans. Maureen and Sandra were moaning with pain.

“OK, ladies, just to recap on the discussion. Each one of us is a sir to you and both of you are going to take turns at sucking whatever prick is put in front of you. Otherwise you get pricked yourselves, no exceptions. So here’s your next question and it’s for you, Sandra. Are you going to give me a blow job?”

She gulped like a frog catching a fly: “Yes, sir, I am.”

“And are you going to give me a blow job, Maureen?”

Her voice was high pitched, almost a squeal: “Yes, sir, yes!”

Jodi winked at us. “OK, then, let’s get started. You guys with the papers, keep us covered from view as well as you can. If anybody looks as if they’re going to come close to us, you say so, nice and loud, because I might be a bit distracted soon. You guys with the pins, don’t ever prick a girl while she’s got a cock in her mouth. If she doesn’t perform properly I’ll tell you what to do and when. So, let’s try it and see how we get on.”

Our leader glanced around, spread his legs out on either side of Sandra’s head, the left one resting on Maureen’s back, undid his belt, his jeans, and then his zip. He put his hands in the side of the jeans and pushed them down his thighs and over Sandra’s bun of black hair. As he never wore anything under his jeans that left her almost brushing noses with a three quarter erect cock. And even at only three quarter stretch Jodi’s cock was some sight. It certainly made Sandra gasp.

“Come on, let’s get the show on the road,” Jodi ordered. “Grab hold and start sucking.”

She did. She put her right hand up between his thighs and obediently bent her head forward to lick the tip of his cock. It reared up like an animal smelling food and Jodi laughed. Maureen couldn’t see what was happening because her face was close up against Jodi’s leg but she could hear everything, including the snorts of laughter from all the guys at the sight of Sandra slowly pressing her lips down around Jodi’s shaft. He patted her on the back of the head, on top of the bun, then put his hand on top of Maureen’s frizzy mass of hair.

“Your friend’s making a pretty good start, Maureen. She’ll have to do better than this though, otherwise she’ll get a pin all the way up her arse before long. It’s not a decent blow job until she’s got every inch of it between her teeth. I’ll give her a chance to improve though. Tell her to lick my balls now.”

“Yes, sir!” Maureen squealed. “Sandra, lick his balls!”

God, but it was funny. Sandra instantly did as she was told to. It was kind of hard for Mark and Jacko because they couldn’t watch the action all the time but had to keep looking up over their newspapers and around to make sure nobody was watching — nobody in a uniform, anyway, which was the main thing. Myself, I was pressing up against Maureen’s side and giving her a chance to feel another projection she was going to meet sooner or later. And I sure hoped it was going to be sooner because I was already desperate for my turn. The thing was, I couldn’t see any reason why we couldn’t take this pair down to the van later on — and I knew what was going to happen then, in every sweaty, pounding detail.

“Mmmm …. ” Jodi murmured happily as we all looked down at Sandra lapping away with her tongue like a thirsty bitch at a bowl of water “Not bad, Sandra. But what we all want to see now is how much cock you can get down your gullet when you really try. And I don’t want to alarm you but the pins will be waiting if I’m not convinced you’ve done your very, very best.”

In a moment that hair bun was lifting up and down as if it was a buoy on a gently rolling sea, with the waves quickly getting bigger. We could all hear the snorting sounds coming from her nose like a steam train pulling out of a station as she tried to find room in her throat for Jodi’s cock.

“Maureen, why don’t you encourage her on a bit,” Jodi suggested. “If you can’t think of anything to say perhaps we can jab something loose with the pin.”

I pressed the point home, as you might say, and Maureen was instantly inspired: “Suck him, Sandra, you slut! They’re all watching you do it, all the boys. They’re waiting to see him shoot a load of spunk right into your big mouth because you’re a slave and we’ve got to do every fucking thing they tell us to, understand?”

I guess she didn’t have much choice in what she had to say but I had to give her full marks for the enthusiastic way she said it. What made it most exciting was that she had no idea at all yet of what being a slave was really all about. She was going to learn though, and I guess Jodi was thinking the same way I was. He was starting to grunt with pleasure as Sandra’s mouth slid up and down his cock with her cheeks puckered in to prove how much she was trying. I could see her eyes tilted up to look at his face as she tried to judge how much she was pleasuring him — and whether it was enough to avoid getting her bum punctured afterwards.

“Somebody coming,” Jacko warned, anger in his voice.

“Nobody else look, keep your eyes down.” Jodi snapped. I could understand why he would be peeved about the interruption. “How many, how far, which direction?”

“Three kids, boys, about a hundred yards away, going up the slope, cutting across it. Probably coming within about twenty yards of us, the way they’re heading.”

“OK, Sandra, slow steady sucks for the time being but don’t stop.”

It seemed to take a long time before those bloody kids went past. They wandered past without taking a second look though, while Sandra kept on steadily bobbing her head over Jodi’s shaft. She was probably wondering whether she was going to become the biggest public attraction ever seen in the park. Or maybe having some of the pressure taken off her for a while was a help because she seemed to be getting all the way down with her slow strokes. Down far enough to have her lips touching Jodi’s hairs at any rate.

“All clear,” Jacko reported.

“Good,” Jodi said. “Maureen, get Sandra going again.”

She did: “Sandra, you cock sucking bitch, you get that prick down your throat like you do for Mitch! Get it really hot, the way Mitch wants it before he fucks you in his car. Suck it, you cock hungry slut!”

Oh, she was getting into the party spirit alright, no doubt about it. So was Jodi. He was holding Sandra’s coiled hair with both hands and forcing her up and down on his horn as she spluttered like a two stroke engine trying to fire up.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you later on, Sandra. If you only knew what we’re going to do to you two.”

It was a promise, a genuine promise. When we’d finished up here we’d march the pair of them down to the van. Then we’d put them in the back with the big mattress and lock a length of thin chain around their necks, with the chain running through a ring welded to the front wall. With that ahead and a piece of cane from behind they’d soon find themselves posing in ways they’d never even imagined, not yet.

Yeah, Jodi was bursting at the seams at the prospect of getting Sandra and Maureen into the van and so were the rest of us. But unlike us he had a girl desperately working to get him to blow his load into her throat. So it was no surprise at all when he erupted like a volcano; from the noise he made I thought Sandra might have spunk flying out of her ears as well as her mouth. She was coughing and wheezing for so long she must have swallowed a fair amount of it. Not that Jodi cared. He pulled his jeans back up, re-zipped them and stood up. Now he’d had his turn it was on for the rest of us. Will made the dark haired girl gasp with another touch of the pin.

“Shall I jab her?”

“No, I think she did pretty well for an amateur. Did you enjoy that, Sandra?”

“Yes, sir, it was great. I loved doing it for you.”

She was still coughing up gobs of white ooze onto the grass as she answered. Still she was certainly trying to do her best, customer service-wise.

“Look on the bright side, girl, at least it’s got the taste of coke out of your mouth. Now, who’s going to give Maureen something to play with?”

I reckon we all have preferred Sandra to her friend. On the other hand nobody cared as much about that as they did about getting blown out as soon as possible. Anyway Jodi gave me the nod and took my place on the net so I could get up against the tree. It seemed as strange as hell to be pulling down my pants out in the open. Jodi was right though, with the tree behind and the newspapers held open on either side it didn’t seem as if anybody could see us. Not that I was paying much attention after a while because Maureen turned out to be a fantastic little slurper, all lips and tongue and bright eyes, especially with Sandra telling her to blow me like a cock bandit — or else. In fact I got the net pulled back far enough for Sandra to be able to lean over and hold Maureen’s hair up so I could take a couple of clear shots of her with the polaroid.

Nothing like it: nice sunny afternoon, plenty of fresh air and having a girl help you take some souvenir snaps of her friend with her lips around your cock. Then I got them to change places so Maureen could take off Sandra’s dark glasses before I got her in the view finder. While that was developing I leaned back against the tree and watched Sandra swallowing my cock with the picture of Maureen doing the same thing still wet in my hand. Later on again Sandra grabbed Maureen’s tangle of hair and helped me give her mate a real face fucking. Can anybody wonder why I still remember Jodie with such respect? I mean, we’re talking a seriously misspent youth here.

Maybe the most amazing thing about the whole deal was that we had maybe an hour at the girls without hardly any need to delay the round robin rocks off. Sure, a couple of people went past, but never long enough to hold things up by more than a minute or two. By that stage Sandra had got a taste of my come as well, though I suppose it wouldn’t have had any different flavor to the five varieties she’d already sampled on her tongue. I guess maybe she was more concerned about her aching jawbone.

Maureen was having the same problem, made worse when she found herself trying to gargle with Will’s XXL sized cock. Watching her taking Will on was like watching a hunter trying to haul in a giant marlin: she was game but struggling. In the end we let Maureen take his bottom half corncob style while Sandra swallowed his helmet. Will was as happy as a daisy on a dunghill until we saw somebody else coming straight towards us. A woman, and what rang the alarm bells was that she was wearing exactly the same kind of overalls as Maureen and Sandra; same style, same color.

“Hey, girls, we’ve got a woman coming towards us, dressed like you. Tall, close cut silvery hair, mid forties maybe, big hips and a set of tits big enough to ski down. Do you know her?”

“Oh God!” Sandra sounded desperate. “It’s Martha — our leading hand. The boss must have sent her from the packing department to look for us. We said we were going into the park for our crib break.”

“Packing department, hey? What’s she packing on her chest deserves an entire department to herself. OK, guys, knives out and open but hidden. Let her come right up. Wherever she stops, I want a blade behind each knee straightaway. Hey, and girls, smile and say cheese.”

The girls couldn’t seem to believe what they were hearing. “For fuck’s sake, she can’t see us like this!” Sandra protested.

It was all too late by then, far too late. The woman had seen Sandra’s legs and Maureen’s legs, and the bottoms of their overalls. She came straight towards us, walking across the slope but still looking hot, tired and totally pissed off about the whole deal. Especially when she thought her two missing workers had stayed on in the park to talk to a bunch of boys. She came right up, looked down over the newspapers and the expressions that appeared on her face afterwards — well, if any actor could repeat them, she’d be bloody good one. Good enough for an Oscar as far as I’m concerned.

First it was anger at being put to so much trouble. Then open mouthed astonishment at the sight of Will’s bared cock rearing up with Maureen’s and Sandra’s fingers holding it. Blushing embarrassment at disturbing a thriving little orgy, wide eyed and looking around in astonishment that this could be going on in the middle of the park. But it was when she felt a knife blade touch her behind each knee that she began to comprehend what was really happening. Her eyes shot around, at Jacko, at me and then down at our knives against her legs. Finally, she looked at the girls again and saw the net. It’s not often you find a woman without a word to say but this was one of those rare times.

“Throw the newspapers over their heads,” Jodi said. Mark grabbed the papers we’d been reading and threw them across Will’s lap and on top of the girls’ heads.

“OK, ladies, back to work, otherwise we’ll have to do something you’ll regret.”

With the pins still held against their arses neither of them were prepared to argue the point — or the points. Martha saw the pins as well and looked even more like a cow with concussion, especially when the newspapers began rustling and sliding around. The leading hand sounded like distressed life stock as well, her breathing still heavy from quick walking in the hot sun. Well, there was a lot of her to move around.

Like Jodi had said, she had more front than Selfridges and hips you’d need a county surveyor to measure off. He was right about her age as well, forty plus. But Martha was no ruin, not by a long chalk. The building might be settling now and over extended in places but the original architecture had been a fine piece of work and was still worth looking at. I reckoned she might have been a swimmer — still might be — her legs were well muscled with hardly any hint of a belly underneath her overalls. No sign of popped veins in the soft skin my knife edge was leveled against. As for her face, apart from being flushed with exercise and shock, it was … well, older women, what words can you use? Not beautiful, not this one — not beautiful now and never had been. Good looking maybe once, even with her big nose and heavy jaw line. But always strong, you knew that with one look, always a strong person and made stronger with age, like fermenting liquor. Maybe surprised and a bit bewildered right now, yet not for long.

Yes, I admit it. Even back then I had a thing about older women, especially those with any sort of class. Screwing them to me was sex plus — sex plus a chance that maybe I could get some of their sophistication to rub off on me. And if I had my time over again I’d still think exactly the same way: a girl is a fuck, a woman is an experience. And that was about Jodie’s philosophy as well.

“Hello, Martha,” he said cheerfully. “You’ve come looking for your missing girls, have you? I’m sorry we detained them but they’re learning a new trade to fall back on in case you ever fire them. Incidentally, talking about falling back, have you ever heard about a horse being hamstrung? It was the way the peasantry in the middle ages dealt with the rich knights in their fancy armor. They’d slash the knight’s horses behind the knees with their sickles and the horses would fall down. Bad news for the knight because he ended up like your girls here, with sharp points in all the worse places. It was bad news for the horse as well because it could never walk again. You’ve no interest in being hamstrung, have you?”

Martha looked down again, to either side, at Jacko and me, and at the knifes rubbing against the back of her own knees. She was still trying to catch up on things and I couldn’t blame her, not having walked into what was virtually a rape scene and then getting a lesson in ancient history. Coupled of course, with a threat of immediate grievous bodily harm which would leave her crippled for life. It was all too much for one walk in the park. Still, say what you will, Jodi was always a prime example of the really useful things you can learn from a government run education system.

“Come on, Martha, say something, even if it’s only ‘hello’,” Jodi continued. “Better still, sit down and talk to us. It’s a lovely day for a chat.”

Maureen’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times like a goldfish that has suddenly realized its bowl is round and it’s spent a lifetime going nowhere. Until I stood up and pushed down on her shoulder. Again she looked as if she was trying to say something but then got down on her knees. She touched the net and plucked at it as if reassuring herself it was actually there.

“Who are you?”

“Oh, just strangers passing through: ships in the night,” Jodi answered casually. “You might say we’ve forcibly detained Maureen and Sandra so it’s not their fault they were late back for work. It won’t be yours either, so I guess you’ll have to think up some explanation. Maybe you could say the girls found a lost kid in the park and were trying to find who it belonged to. I’ll let you make up the rest of the story.”

Will grunted and lifted up one of the papers as if to check who was doing what. Then he lifted up one side so Martha could see Sandra and Maureen sharing his cock. Martha giggled, her fingertips touching her heavily lipsticked lips as she watched the girls giving Will the business.

“Your friend is a big lad.” She sounded remarkably calm.

“We all are,” Jodi came back. “That’s why we need a big girl like you to give us our daily exercise. How about it, Will, do you think you could work up a sweat shagging Martha?”

“Fucking right,” Will said happily. “Get the old bitch on her back with her legs wide open and I’ll fuck her until her false teeth rattle.”

Martha’s cheeks flushed a shade deeper than they already were but she rallied well: “No you won’t. I don’t have any false teeth.” Then she stretched out her right hand. There were gaudy rings on each finger and the long nails were painted as red as her lips: “Excuse me.”

I watched — as surprised, I guess, as the other guys — as she reached under the papers. I couldn’t see what she was doing but there was a kind of absorbed look on her face, like a housewife checking out the firmness of a piece of fruit on a market stall. Will grinned at her, stuck out his tongue and waggled the tip as a promise of what he’d like to do to her in return. Martha’s eyes lit up with the brilliance of a lighthouse’s windows on a moonless night.

“At least your cock is in better shape than your face, young man. But nobody is fucking me in the middle of a park. Isn’t there anywhere else we can go?”

Will looked at Jodi for an answer. Maybe he was stunned at Martha’s self spoken eagerness to be screwed at the earliest possible chance. The sun might be shining in a clear blue sky but it seemed to be raining women. Jodi smiled at our latest female acquisition.

“Now you mention it, we do have a Bedford van down there at the car park. And it just so happens there’s a double sized mattress in the back. I guess we could let Maureen and Sandra take you down there.”

She let go of Will’s cock: “Maureen and Sandra?”

“Oh, we’ll come along as well. But if you try to get away and they let you, we’ll take these rather naughty polaroid pics of the girls and pin them up on a church notice board somewhere before we leave town. I bet that would get plenty of people lifting up their eyes to the Lord.”

It was a statement which sure lifted up Maureen and Sandra’s eyes — and made them squeal in shock. Sandra’s head came up out of the sliding newspapers to protest and got her a smack on the ear from Will for neglect of duty: “Keep sucking, bitch!”

“No need for alarm, ladies,” Jodi said reassuringly. “All you’ve got to do is to finish off Will and then take Martha down to the van. Getting us all inside will be a bit of a squeeze but I guess we’ll manage. Then we’ll go for a little ride to a nice shady spot I know that’s not far away. We’ve got some pies and pop in the van so we can all have a nice little picnic and then go home.”

The girls seemed content to settle down to blowing Will again as Martha watched them with eyes as prominent as a dead cod’s. Jacko still had his knife on the back of her knee but Mark was holding her right hand and tracing circles in her palm with his fingertip. I guess my impression of Martha was that she was about as likely to try to run away from us as the average pools winner would be to return a winning check.

Jodi beckoned me with his finger and spoke quietly: “Get down to the van. When you see us coming open the doors and put a piece of sacking over the license plate. Hide the chains and the cane underneath the mattress for the time being.” He grinned. “I like to keep the best for last.”

“OK.” I stood up.

“Yeah, and pick up these bloody coke cans and paper bags and put them in a rubbish bin. I can’t stand people with dirty habits.”

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