Entries Tagged 'Anal Sex Stories' ↓

“Oh, I do love having a large cock in my arse!” she moaned, “It’s so

very naughty!”

Head thrown back, eyelids aflutter, she started fucking me with short

strokes that let my glans slip in and out of her inner sphincter,

sending shockwaves up my spine, and, from the expression on her face,

having a similar effect on her!

Suddenly, she was all business!

“Right!” she said, “That’s done it! Now let’s see if we can’t work the

tension out of this thing!”

With a smile she rose to the top and dropped, all the way to the

bottom! Again and again, she lifted herself, only to plunge back down!

My hips rose to meet her, as my cock reveled in the gritty warmth of

her nether passage!

As much as the physical sensation, the transported expression on her

beautiful face and the cooing sounds emanating from her throat excited

and drove me onward! Our pelvises slapped wetly together, as excess

lubricant splattered all over the room!

After the slow buildup, this rapid self-rape of her tender asshole

quickly drove me over the edge. My reproductive system turned itself

inside out in its effort to blast everything it had into the lovely,

greasy ass of the young actress!

Her eyes flew open wide as she felt the pulsing of my cock and the

spreading warmth in her bowels, and she threw her head back and

screamed her climax at the rafters!

Moments later, she collapsed, gasping, onto my heaving chest. My

shrinking rod spasmed and twitched within her and her sphincter

squeezed and milked the softening member in response.

When we finally caught our breath, Parminder gingerly raised herself

and let me slip out of her, saying hoarsely, “There, that’s relaxed

the pesky bugger!”

I couldn’t muster the strength for a laugh, but only smiled

contentedly as the lovely Sikh slipped off my body and the table.

“Shower?” she asked.

I made a feeble hand gesture and struggled to drag myself off the

table. I grabbed a slippery nipple and led her, eyes wide, a couple of

doors down the hall. Releasing her nipple with a grin, I bowed her

into the shower room I use after workouts. She set the water controls

and waited for the hot water to reach the shower head.

Peering seductively over one dusky shoulder, her disheveled hair half

covering her face, she asked, “Coming?”

“Already have!” I quipped, then, “But I’d love to shower with you!”

She acknowledged my attempt at humor with a twisted smile, and stepped

aside to make room for me under the spray.

It took almost a full bar of soap to get all that massage oil off our

bodies. She washed my back, then turned hers for me to wash.  I soaped

my front thoroughly, then plastered myself to her back, my reawakening

cock slithering up and down the crevice between her buttocks as I

moved my body in something approximating a circular motion.

“Having fun?” she asked, not moving away.

“Why, yes!” I replied, “Yes I am! A lot of fun!”

Realizing that about the only thing this would offer her was some

nasty thoughts, I relented and stepped back, completing the job with

the soapy wash cloth. Since her buttocks and the area between her legs

had gotten the most greasing, they naturally required the most

washing, but I figured the washcloth would be too rough for those

sensitive parts, so I soaped up my hand and gave them a thorough

cleansing, taking care not to delve too deeply, especially into her

ass. (Anyone who’s tried it knows that soap is more of an irritant to

those tender tissues than a lubricant, no matter what fantasies arise

because of its slipperiness!)

Parmider was panting heavily by the time I finished rinsing her, hands

supporting herself against the wall, and when I took the shower wand

off the wall, aiming its spray between her widespread thighs, her

moans echoed loudly in the tiled chamber. I twisted the control ring,

producing three strong, pulsing streams from the center of the face,

then planted it at her gaping anal opening.

She cried out, but thrust backward to receive the warm flood as it

pounded its way inward. The face of the wand formed enough of a seal

against her flesh that very little of the water escaped, and Parminder

almost swooned as the warmth flooded her guts. When I judged that she

was on the edge of discomfort, I removed the wand and allowed the

brown water to gush out, carrying the remains of our sex down the

drain.

“Oh!” she cried in dismay, as her sphincter, unable to stem the tide,

sprayed the floor of the shower stall with the contents of her lower

intestinal tract. I could swear she blushed!

I rinsed the remains away, then with a hand on her belly, pulled her

hips backward to position them for one more rinse. As I sealed the

wand against her quivering anus, Parminder gasped, “You wicked, evil

man! What are you doing…AAAAAGGGHHH!”

She came, mid-sentence, and panted the last two words “…to me?!”

I stood and whispered, close to her ear, keeping the wand sealed

tightly in place, “Apparently, I’m making you feel very good!”

She cried out and came again as her belly distended, then gasped

“…and very wicked! What I told Maury was very wrong! You, Nick

Stafford, are no gentleman!”

“Never claimed to be!” I grinned, twisting the wand a little for

emphasis.

This time the discharge was almost clear, and once I had washed it

down the drain, I put the wand back in its bracket and turned

Parminder to face me. I placed her hands around my neck and, reaching

between her thighs, lifted her by her tight little buttocks, her legs

draped over my arms.

As I lowered her onto my erect cock, she said, with a worried

expression, “Not there Nick! It’s too big!”

“Hold yourself up for a moment.” I told her.

When I felt her arms tighten around my neck, her face still showing

worry, I moved my hands and locked them in the small of her back so

that her knees bent over my forearms.

“Now, use your arms and legs to control the depth.”

She tried it experimentally and smiled when she realized that as long

as I didn’t move, she had complete control. With my hands locked

behind her, and her doing all the work, I expended very little effort

as she gingerly slid up and down my rampant cock.

Her passion mounted as she impaled herself further and further on my

shaft. She leaned forward and locked me in a fiery kiss as her tight

little tube squeezed and massaged my raging hard-on. Her lips were

soft and sweet as they melted against mine and our tongues danced

within the joined cavities. She moaned into my mouth and came softly,

shuddering against me.

When she came up for air, I said “Look.” Nodding downward to indicate

the juncture of our pelvises.

She came again when she saw her pubic hair mingled with mine and

realized that she’d taken all of me without discomfort!

When her spasms ceased there was a fire in her gaze as she rasped,

“Fuck me, Nick! Now that I’ve got it all, I want it all! Fuck me good

and hard!”

I moved my hands back to her buttocks as she relinquished control and

pulled her legs up to rest on my shoulders. I took a couple of

tentative strokes, testing the waters. When she showed no discomfort,

even seemed impatient with my caution, I raised her bottom to the very

top of my shaft and dropped it! At the same time my hips slammed

upward, and my shower nymph screamed and spasmed through another

orgasm!

“Again!” she rasped, and I obliged.

For the next five minutes I ravished her willing pussy, and each time

I hammered the end of tunnel, she came!

With my own climax approaching fast, and my arms beginning to tire, I

backed her up to the tiled wall and simply pounded her against it,

harder and faster with each stroke! Her cries, moans and squirming

body gave me to know that she was cumming continuously, and it wasn’t

long before I joined her, pumping what meager offerings my middle-aged

body could scrape together in the wake of its previous depletion, deep

into her clutching, spasming body! What my ejaculation lacked in

quantity, it more than made up for in quality! Stars burst behind my

eyes and my knees lost the ability to hold us up! We slid slowly down

the wall, my valiant member still trying to spit something, anything,

into Parminder’s nearly comatose body!

When next I was aware of my surroundings, the water from the shower

was beginning to cool, and Parminder was planting a series of small,

tender kisses all over my face.

I reached up and turned off the water, slowly, carefully extracting

myself from Parminder’s twitching pussy.

As she clumsily got to her feet, supported by the wall and my hand,

the young actress said, “Do you realize that this is the first time in

my life I’ve had sex just for the sake of having sex?”

“Casting couches?” I asked, “I would have thought those had fallen

into disuse.”

“They have, except for adult movies.” she replied, “Sex is so easily

available in and around the industry that an actor would have to be

fatuous to believe that sleeping with someone would get her a juicy

part. Still, there are certain people to whom a fledgling actor

doesn’t say ‘no’. It’s never blatant, but the implication is always

there: ‘Put out or get out!’”

“Hmmm…!” I tried to think of something sympathetic to say, but

sympathy has never been my strong suit, so I said, “Well, I hope you

find many other occasions for recreational sex! I’ll certainly do

whatever my poor, tired old body can manage to help with that!”

She hit me with a wet fist, “‘Poor, tired old body’! That ‘poor, tired

old body’ has nearly destroyed this young, energetic one, I’ll have

you know!”

We dried off in silence and headed for our separate rooms. I had just

turned out the lights and settled in to sleep when I felt the covers

lift, and Parminder slipped in, her naked back spooned to my equally

naked front. I put an arm around her soft, warm body and fell

contentedly to sleep.

Parminder was my guest for three more days. Sex, after the night she

gave me her ‘naughty massage’, was slower, sweeter, and less urgent.

She slept in my bed the rest of her stay, and I couldn’t have been

happier. No one had shared my bed for any length of time since my wife

died, but this felt, well, right.

When it was time to drive her to the airport, I took her bags out

while she put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up.  I waited

in the yard and when she emerged, looking somehow younger than when I

first met her, she headed for the truck, parked near the barn.

“I think we’ll take something a little more comfortable for this

trip,” I said, triggering the garage door remote, “unless you really

want to be dropped off at the airport in a farm truck.”

She turned at the sound of the door opening and her eyebrows rose

almost to her hairline when she saw the collection of vintage cars

behind the rising doors. I guess I had forgotten to mention how much I

enjoyed restoring old vehicles, not just the truck.

I donned the chauffeur’s cap I had hidden behind my back, and opened

the passenger compartment door of the classic Rolls, offering my hand

to help her in.

“Amazing!” she said in wonder as she took in the pristine condition of

the leather and the polished wood.

I climbed into the open driving compartment, and started the engine,

giving it a few minutes  to warm up. When it was purring like a

kitten, I pushed in the clutch and put the shift lever into first.

Just as I was about to let the clutch out, I heard the window behind

me slide open, and turned to see what my passenger wanted, being

careful not to release the clutch.

“Wait!” was all she said, then I heard the passenger door open and she

rushed around the front of the car to climb in beside me. “There!

That’s much better! I won’t have you treated like an employee!”

I grinned at her reminder of how I scolded her when we first met, and

slowly let the clutch out while giving it some gas. The powerful

engine made little noise as the Rolls slid smoothly out onto the

driveway.

“Will you come visit me, Nick?” Parminder asked, hopefully.

I met her gaze steadily and said, “Probably not, Parminder. I like

what I’ve got here, and don’t particularly want to get mixed up with

that crowd. You probably wouldn’t benefit from it either, since I tend

to speak my mind.”

She nodded, understanding, but not pleased.

“You’re welcome here, though.” I said, “Anytime!”

I see her now, once or twice a year, and though we still enjoy sex

together, we’re more like old friends. I’ve built the east fence

around the pool area so high that no one on those hills is going to

get a shot into that area, and I’ve covered the entire fenced portion

with reflective material that lets plenty of light through, but keeps

out prying eyes from helicopters and the like. It’s not enough light

for sunbathing, but one must make concessions. Oh yeah, I now have a

kennel full of guard dogs that do a better job of discouraging

intruders than my signs.

When Parminder’s not around, I roll back the reflective cover and let

anybody who wants to spend the money for a chopper take pictures of

me.  My drinking buddies and I got a good laugh the first time my

nudes appeared in National Enquirer, but now they’re only good for a

few chuckles before the subject changes.  I will say, though, that the

local girls, of all ages, have shown considerably more interest in me

since those pictures started coming out! You’d be surprised how many

of them want to have sex by the pool!
 

Actually, the nearest place where he could have parked his car was

well over a mile away. That was going to be pretty rough in bare feet.

He wanted to say something more, but realized the futility of it and

started undressing.  When he was down to his shoes and socks, he gave

me a venomous glare and started back in the direction I figured his

car was in.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.

He stopped and looked back at me, puzzled.

“I said ‘every stitch’ and I meant it!” I said, waggling the barrel of

the gun menacingly at his feet.

“You can’t expect me to walk all the way back there in my bare feet!”

he cried.

I spat at a beetle crawling across the ground, not really trying to

hit it, “Can. Do.” was all I said.

He angrily removed his shoes and socks and stomped off across the

grass. That stopped within a couple of steps as his tender feet told

him there were other things besides grass there that weren’t good to

be stomped on.

I let him get well down the hill before I swapped the film canister in

his camera for a fresh one, pocketing all the exposed rolls from his

bag as well as the one from the camera. I dismounted and searched the

pockets of his clothing as well, and found one other roll.

When I was pretty sure Parminder’s picture wasn’t going to wind up in

the Enquirer, I rolled up my lariat and hung it from the saddle again,

then trotted Buck down the hill after the guy, snapping pictures as I

went. I kept snapping as I passed him, getting some great shots of his

little floppy bouncing up and down. If looks could kill, I’d have been

dead several times over.  I was well ahead of him when I spotted his

car.

True to my word, I left his clothes and equipment on the hood of the

car, but kept the film, including the roll I shot. I also left a note

that read, “My property and my guests are off-limits. If there is a

next time, when I shoot you, it will be legal.”

I watched from the top of the hill until he drove off, then rode back

to the barn and gave Buck a few extra oats for his trouble, as I

curried him before putting him back in the pasture.

Not surprisingly, Parminder was on pins and needles, wanting to know

what was going on.

“I think you need a new agent, Ms. Nagra.” I said as I handed her the

film, “I’d keep that one.” I pointed to the roll with the

photographer’s nude studies on it, “You may have a use for it someday.

I recommend destroying the rest.”

“Wait! Back up!” her confusion showed in her voice, “What do you mean

I need a new agent!”

“Ok,” I said patiently, “Put it together. Call to Maury. Paparazzi on

the hill…”

“Oh heavens!” she said, hand to mouth, “Your phone doesn’t have caller

ID blocking does it?!”

I slowly shook my head.

“That bastard!” she pounded her fist on the chaise, “That ruddy

bastard!”

She fumed for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, “He’s just

ruined himself! Cheeky bastard didn’t think I’d figure it out! Now no

one will use him, not once I’ve told my story to a few people I know

who can’t seem to hold onto secrets!”

I smiled and said “I like the way you think!”

“But wait!” She put a hand on my arm “What about the photographer?

What if he comes back?”

“That’s unlikely,” I said, with a twisted smile, “but my security

system actually watches the entire perimeter of this place. That’s

what tipped me off. I’d have known sooner, but I hadn’t thought to

carry the remote beeper. I’ll have it with me from now on.”

“What makes you so sure he won’t come back?” she asked, so I told her

what I’d done.

She looked at the roll of film and laughed, “Oh, you are a devious

man, Mr. Stafford!”

When I told her what the note said, she looked shocked and asked, “You

wouldn’t really shoot him, would you?”

“A threat is only as good as the threatened person’s willingness to

believe it,” I said, “If our spy should ask around, he’ll find I’m not

given to making idle threats.”

That didn’t settle her mind much, but she didn’t pursue the matter. We

took a ride around the place in the afternoon, and the wind in her

hair seemed to lift Parminder’s spirits. I know it lifted mine! She

looked absolutely ravishing sitting ramrod straight in the saddle, her

tits bouncing enticingly under her shirt!

Over dinner, Parminder said teasingly, “You gave me such a good

massage last night, it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

“May be fair, Par,” I replied, “but it takes a person with some heft

to be able to apply the right kind of pressure for someone my size.

I’ve had ladies try before and the results were less than

satisfactory.”

She was quiet for a few bites, then said coyly, “Actually, the massage

I have in mind might not relax you much, but I think you’ll find it

enjoyable, nonetheless!”

I studied her mischievous smile for a few moments, replying with my

own smile, “How can I refuse an offer like that?”

Once the dinner dishes were cycling through the dishwasher, Parminder

insisted that we retire to the massage room. I stripped off and lay

prone on the table, positioning my face comfortably in the padded

ring.

I tried to resist the temptation to look as I heard rustling and other

sounds from Parminder’s vicinity, but one sound caught my attention

and I just had to check it out.  To my astonishment and delight, the

young actress was bent over, facing away from me, slathering her round

little buttocks with a generous coating of massage gel!

“Hey!” she must have caught my movement from the corner of her eye,

“No peeking!”

“Ok! Ok!” I said, laying back down, my curiosity as fully aroused as

my aching cock!

A few moments later, I heard a chair slide across the room toward me,

and felt Parminder climbing onto the table. My hard-on grew even more

as I felt her naked, greasy little buttocks settling firmly atop mine.

“Right!” she said, slipping around a bit on her fleshy perch, “Let’s

begin, shall we?”

Placing a small hand on each of my shoulders, she began sliding the

full length of my back with those deliciously slippery buttocks! Her

angle changed as she reached my neck, probably because of the position

of her feet, and I felt an equally slippery pussy ‘massaging’ the back

of my neck!

“There,” she said smugly, “that should take a few of the kinks out!”

For several minutes she slid up and down my back, not doing much to

relax me, but turning both of us on big time.  When she moved to my

legs, she had no choice but to generously lube both of her crevices as

it was impossible for her to keep her buttocks on top of my narrower

legs, or maybe she just didn’t want to! Her breathing was getting

ragged, and I think my left leg got short changed a bit as she rasped,

“Turn over!”

She stood astride my body as I turned, and I had the most erotic view

up her legs and torso. Her entire body was glistening from the

lubricant by now, and it was all I could do to put my hands at my

sides instead of running them up her legs.

Applying another generous coating of lube to her nether regions (I was

thanking my lucky stars that I had bought the large, economy size!)

she plopped down on my abdomen, her dark eyes burning into mine as she

slithered to and fro, coming to rest momentarily with my chin nestled

in her pubic hair.

“Are you enjoying your massage, Nick?” she asked from somewhere above

her luscious breasts.

“So far, Par,” I replied into her greasy muff, “but there’s one part

down there that’s still very tense!”

She twisted to look over her shoulder at my erection and said, “Ah!

I’ve got just the thing to relax that!”

She slipped backward and when my rod collided with her lower back, she

reached behind her and raised it to a vertical position, then lifted

herself and sat gingerly on top of it, slowly lowering her stretching

vagina down my shaft.

“Oooh!” she murmured, hard at work trying to get it all in, “That’s a

big one! Hang on! Almost got it…!”

She swiveled her hips and pushed, a couple of inches still outside.

Suddenly, one of her oily feet slipped off the table and she dropped

the last couple of inches! Her shriek almost deafened me and I thought

she’d been seriously injured.

“Are you all right, Parminder?” I asked.

She nodded, still unable to speak, but made no effort to raise herself

back up. My cock was pressed hard against her cervix and her tunnel

was spasming around it.

Finally resting some of her weight on her hands, she gasped, “That

wasn’t in the plan! Have you registered that weapon?”

I grinned, and said, “Tried, but the county clerk’s a woman, and when

I showed it to her, she wanted to see how it fired, and, well, one

thing led to another, and we never did get that paperwork filled out!”

Slowly, with numerous grunts and moans, Parminder swiveled her hips,

trying to stretch herself to accomodate me. When my glans slipped

across the hard bump of her cervix, both of us gasped!

“I’m sorry, Nick,” She said, rising off me, “but it’s just too damn

long for that hole.”

I was disappointed, but it wasn’t the first time a small woman had had

trouble accepting all of me. What Parminder did next, though, broke

the pattern all to hell.

Slipping forward an inch or so as my glans slipped out of her, she

nestled it into the greasy brown star of her anus, and with one long

slow slide, accompanied by many ‘Ooohh’s and ‘aaahhh’s, she slid all

the way down. Her eyelids fluttered as it slid into her and eyes

rolled back in her head! When the plum popped through into her colon,

her sounds became wilder, more guttural, and more urgent.

She rested a moment, breathing heavily, when she was finally seated on

my pubic bone, then her eyes bored into mine as she said huskily,

“This hole goes a bit deeper! Just give me a little time to adjust to

your girth, and we’ll be off!”

I tried to stay still, but the inside of that hot brown tunnel felt so

good, I couldn’t resist flexing a time or two. Each time I did,

Parminder hit me on the chest with a small brown fist and said,

“Bastard!”

After the second or third time, though, the epithet was accompanied by

a constipated sort of smile.

Eventually, she started moving, very slowly, all the way to the point

where the ridge at the back of my glans lodged against the inside of

her sphincter. Then, staring fixedly off into space, she lowered

herself back down.

“Oh my stars!” she exclaimed, “Will that thing never end?!”

But it did, and this time she circled her ass around my pelvis, a

beatific smile on her face as my cock rearranged her insides.

“No!”

“No, my mobile’s dead and I don’t have a charger.”

“You’ll live, Maury, and, more important, so will I.”

When she hung up, I couldn’t hide the grin that spread across my face.

“What?” she asked, suspiciously, then realized, “Oh, my! I’ve just

told my agent ‘no’! What an absolutely wonderful, powerful feeling!”

“What have you done to me, Nick?” she whispered, resuming her position

on my shoulder, “I feel so… so… comfortable! Despite your

irritating habit of expecting me to think, somehow, I feel very

contented just now!”

“How about a massage, to help with that?” I asked softly.

She looked up at me in the dim light and said, “Farming, developing

software, and now, giving massages! Is there anything you don’t do?”

I pretended to think very hard before replying, “Well, I don’t fly

without a plane, but I’m still working on that!”

She laughed and punched my arm.

“So, is that a yes?” I asked, then, remembering her conversation, “And

by the way, your host agrees.”

She looked puzzled, then her face cleared and she smiled, “Yes, it’s a

yes, and thank you! I really could use a vacation!”

A frown clouded her face and she continued, “But what about you? I

can’t just take you away from your work for several days, and all that

livestock isn’t going to feed itself!”

“That’s rather presumptuous of you, don’t you think?” I said

mockingly, “I will take whatever time I need, but I don’t intend to

wait on you hand and foot, you know. I have hands to help with the

stock, and I’m between contracts for software at the moment.”

She looked chastened and said contritely, “I’m sorry! I suppose I WAS

presuming a trifle! After all, how much help do I need just relaxing

for a few days?  I’ll shift for myself most of the time, but would

appreciate any of your company you can afford to give.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll see at least as much of me as you can stand!” I

chided, “You’re welcome to use the pool and spa as much as you like.

with the height of the fence and the fact that it’s accessible only

through the house, swimsuits are optional, though if you’re shy, you

might want to cover up if anyone’s working the hills to the east.  Can

you ride a horse?”

“Oh yes!” she cried “That would be lovely!”

“I’m afraid I only have western saddles,” I continued, “and the horses

are trained for working cattle, so they’ll feel and handle differently

than ones you may be accustomed to.”

“Not to worry, Nick,” she laughed, “I once took a course in riding

American style in case I should ever land a part in one of your

Westerns!”

“Good!” I stuck out my hand to be shaken, “It’s settled then!”

Her hand was dwarfed in mine, but her grip was firm, and her smile

brilliant.

“Now,” she said, “How about that massage?”

I laughed and replied as I held out a hand to help her up, “There’s a

massage table in the room next to my workout room, and like the pool,

it’s clothing optional.”

I flipped the wall switch and subdued lighting flooded the massage

room as soft, rhythmless music floated through the air.

Parminder’s eyebrows rose in surprise and she shot me a questioning

glance.

“I have someone come in occasionally to give me massages,” I answered

her unspoken question, “and I thought it would be nice to be

comfortable while being massaged.”

“Why aren’t you married, Nick?” she asked, un-selfconsciouslessly

shedding her clothes, folding each piece neatly and placing it on a

chair.

“Was once.” I said, “She died several years ago. The money from the

insurance and the lawsuit helped me to get this place.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed sympathetically.

I shrugged, “Happens. I still miss her some, but life is beginning to

go on. I don’t see her out the corner of my eye anymore, or hear her

voice calling me.”

“Why aren’t you married?” I asked, to shift the conversation off me.

“Mostly, I’ve been concentrating on my career.” she said, “but if I

admit it to myself, I guess I’ve also been trying to avoid having to

tell my parents that they don’t get to choose my husband.”

She climbed easily onto the table and settled into position. Since she

didn’t ask for one, I didn’t offer a towel.  I was too engrossed in

admiring her body to want to cover it unless she asked.

I warmed the oil and used sandpaper to smooth off the rough edges of

my callouses, also making sure my nails were trimmed back.

Parminder moaned contentedly under my ministrations. I was a bit

surprised at the firmness of the muscles under those soft curves. I

had to use considerable pressure in some areas to work out the kinks.

I worked my way down her back, then up her legs, saving those luscious

buttocks for last.  It was a distinct pleasure to knead and manipulate

those firm little orbs, and by the time I was finished, I could smell

her arousal.

I gently helped her to turn over and worked her shoulders and pects,

avoiding for now her lovely breasts. Her moans took on a tinge of

frustration when I left her chest and moved to her feet.

She melted all over again as I worked the bottoms of her feet, then

kneaded my way up her calves. I spread her legs slightly to work her

thighs, and could see moisture seeping from her opening, filling the

room with a mixture of her scent and that of the oil. By the time I

reached the tops of her thighs, her hips were rocking in time with my

strokes.

I bypassed the dark triangle and, using plenty of oil, gently worked

her rounded little bowl of a belly.  Gradually, keeping my hands well

oiled, I worked up to the soft mounds of her breasts.  When my greasy

hands first started kneading those lovely dusky orbs with the dark

brown centers, Parminder’s back arched, offering them to my grasping

hands.

I kept the pressure gentle, but as I got to the tip of each breast, I

squeezed the dark nipple tightly between thumb and forefinger and

continued upward until the oil and the stretching pulled the slippery

nub out of my grasp. A small cry erupted from Parminder as each nipple

escaped its bondage.

For several minutes I repeated the process, turning my hands to

different angles and moving rhythmically to ‘milk’ those beautiful

teats. Finally, I bent over her and took one hard, dark nipple into my

mouth, congratulating myself on my forethought for having bought that

flavored massage oil!

My palm slid down her lubricated abdomen and came to rest on the dark

forest covering her mound as two fingers slid alongside her clit and

slipped easily into her self-lubricated opening.  A deep moan arose

from her throat, and her head arched backward.

As my fingers found her G-spot, I started tapping it.  With each tap,

my teeth would close sharply on the hard little eraser of her nipple,

and immediately release. Her body bridged between shoulders and heels

as she came the first time, but I continued the rhythmic tapping and

biting.

After three or four more orgasms, I relinquished my hold on her erect

nipple, and swept downward to suckle on her engorged clit. Now,

instead of tapping, my fingers slid relentlessly back and forth across

her G-spot in time with my lengual manipulation of her sensitive

little bud.  Higher and higher I took her, pausing each time she

neared the precipice, never quite letting her cum.

At first gently, then with more and greater vigor I played her

dripping instrument, building toward a final crescendo.  Parminder’s

sighs and moans became more desperate, more strident. She would inhale

two or three times before remembering to exhale, and each time the air

gusted out across tightly stretched vocal chords.

I shifted position to the bottom of the table, and the lovely actress

wrapped her luscious brown thighs around my head, crying her lustful

frustration to the rafters. I turned her cries to screams as I plunged

a finger deeply into the brown crinkled star of her anus. Again and

again I brought her to the edge, only to back off and let her cool

down.

Finally, as her small hands beat at the massage table in frustration

and I feared she would pass out from hyperventilation, I drummed two

fingers of one hand against her G-spot while pistoning two fingers

rapidly in and out of her backside.  As her hips rose to meet my

manual assault, I bit sharply, quickly at the tender bud of her clit

several times in succession.

Parminder’s voice broke mid-scream and the remainder of her cry gusted

silently out of her throat as her entire body went rigid, her legs

almost breaking my neck as they spasmed then straightened to drum her

heels against my back!  My mouth couldn’t keep up with her ratcheting

pelvis, and I thought I’d have to come back later for my fingers as

her openings clamped down on them! For a long, long moment, her climax

seized her.  When it finally relinquished its grip on her body, every

muscle seemed to lose its strength as she collapsed back to the table,

twitching with aftershocks.

Slowly, gently, I extracted various parts of my anatomy from hers,

causing new tremors as I touched oversensitive tissues.

I had finished washing my hands and face before Parminder once again

became aware of her surroundings. As I turned, drying on a towel, she

groaned and made a feeble attempt to sit.

“That,” she said hoarsely, “was the most relaxing massage I EVER had!

I can hardly move!”

“Then don’t try, just yet.” I said, “Let me clean you up first.”

She surrendered without a fight, and with a series of warm washcloths,

I cleansed the oil and other fluids from her body, eliciting more

sighs of contentment.

Without a word, I lifted her limp form from the table and carried it

upstairs to the room I had designated as hers, depositing her gently

on the bed. As I covered her and turned out the light, she murmured,

“But, what about you?”

I kissed her lightly on the forehead and said, “Plenty of time for

that later. I prefer my partners to be at least semi-conscious!”

That got me a feeble smile followed almost immediately by a ladylike

snore.

Breakfast was almost ready by the time Parminder shuffled into the

kitchen looking quite fetching, if somewhat disheveled, in a terry

robe about twice her size.  She eagerly took the cup of coffee I

offered as she sat down at the table.

A couple of sips later, a little life came back to her eyes.

She looked up at me from under an unruly mop of black hair and said,

“I can’t recall the last time I slept so soundly! If this coffee

hadn’t smelled so marvelous, I’d still be snoring away!”

I put a heaping plate of bacon, eggs and grits in front of her and sat

down with my own plate.

She eyed the plate dubiously, and gingerly tasted a buttery bite of

grits.  Black eyebrows arched across her forehead as she exclaimed,

“This is quite good! What is it?”

“It’s called ‘grits’,” I replied, “or, more formally, hominy grits.

Don’t quote me on it, but I think it’s made by soaking cornmeal in

lye. Or perhaps they soak the corn in lye before grinding it to this

consistency. Anyway, I eat a lot of ‘em. My roots are in the South,

and some habits die hard.”

I pointed at the eggs and bacon and said, “Better eat those, too. You

expended a lot of energy last night, and today just might turn out to

be a long one!”

“I usually only eat a piece of fruit for breakfast…!” she said,

taking a tentative bite of egg, and following with a crunchy piece of

bacon, breaking it off with her fingers before slipping in discreetly

between those dark, full lips.

After that, until the plate was clean, all I heard was un-ladylike

‘Ummm!’s and ‘Aahh!’s.

“My God!” she said, falling back in her chair as her fork clattered

onto the empty plate, “I must have been famished! That was very good!”

I smiled and finished the last bites of my breakfast.

“Well, what would you like to do today,” I asked as I refilled her

coffee cup, “on this, your first official day of vacation?”

“This coffee is quite good!” she said, nose still hovering over her

cup, “It’s not that brown, watery muck you Americans usually drink!”

“Thanks!” I took a sip from my own cup, “I’ve got to feed the

livestock in the barnyard, but I’ve got someone coming out to take

care of the rest of the chores.  I can round us up a couple of horses,

or you can just relax by the pool today.”

She thought for a while, savoring the aromas carried by the steam

rising from her mug before replying, “You know, I’m feeling so relaxed

at the moment, Nick, I think I’ll just take it easy this morning, if

that’s all right with you. Perhaps later in the day I’ll have regained

some of my strength. You devastated me last night!”

She followed that with an impish grin, which I couldn’t help but

answer.

I finished my chores and showered then wandered out toward the pool,

having seen Parminder sunbathing from my bedroom window.

As I passed down the main hallway, a blinking light on my security

system sent me back upstairs to check out the east hills with my

binoculars. Confirming my suspicions, I went to the pool and covered

Parminder’s deliciously naked form with a towel.

“I need to go for a short ride,” I said, “If I were you, I’d stay

covered until I get back. OK? Somebody’s over on the east hills with

lenses.  I’m going to go check it out. Do me a favor, though and stay

out here so they’ll still have something to look at.”

She nodded and lay back down.

I quickly saddled Buck. Buck, unlike the other horses, seemed to like

being ridden, and he had the stamina to go forever.  He never strayed

far from the main buildings, just on the off chance that I’d want to

ride.

He was in a playful mood, and I had to wait until he exhaled before I

could tighten the cinch, but it was mostly for show.

I mounted up and headed northwest, angling away from the buildings and

the east hills.  After I was sure I was obscured from the sight of

whoever was up there, I circled back and put Buck into a ground eating

gallop, catching the creek bed almost directly north of the house.

This late in the summer, the creek was mostly dried up and the sandy

bed muffled Buck’s hoofbeats as we pounded back toward the southeast,

behind the hills where my trespasser was waiting.

I walked Buck up the backside of the hill and came down on the guy

with my lariat already loose and ready to go.  He didn’t hear us until

Buck was about twenty yards away, and by then it was too late. I

lassoed him as we barreled past at a gallop, and by the time he

realized he was caught, I had taken a couple of turns around the

saddle horn as Buck hit the end of the slack.

The photographer was jerked unceremoniously off his feet before I

pulled lightly back on the reins. Buck planted all four hooves and

almost sat on his haunches as he slid to a stop.

Buck’s a well trained cow pony and when I dismounted he kept the rope

taut as I approached the guy, who had managed to struggle back to his

feet.  He must have thought I was going to hit him because he cringed

a bit as I passed.

Without a word, I gathered his equipment and slung it over the back of

Buck’s saddle. I remounted and drew my revolver - the one I wear when

away from the house in case of snakes & other vermin, letting Buck

slack off on the rope.

As the noose slackened and fell around his feet, I told the guy, “Get

your clothes off.”

“What?” He must have thought he was still in the city, “I’m not taking

my clothes off! This is outrageous! I’ll call the cops! I’ll…”

“You don’t seem to understand, mister.” I said calmly, holding the

piece rock steady, “You’re trespassing on my property. I know you saw

the signs, because I’ve got ‘em every ten feet along the fence line.

Folks around here don’t take to kindly to city folk comin’ out here

and traipsin’ around our land uninvited. I’ll call the Sheriff for you

if you like,” I held up my cell phone with my left hand, “and you can

spend the next couple of months dealing with the local law. See, the

sheriff and me, we’re drinking buddies, and his cousin Jeff, well,

he’s the judge hereabouts.”

I grinned at the expression on his face, “Oh yeah, my buddy Bob, he

runs the county jail. I’ll be happy to talk to him for you, and get

you some real special accomodations.  I think Butch Cramer’s in lockup

again. He’s always had a thing for tender city boys! Or…”

The guy’s face was getting even whiter and he had to gather some

saliva before he could make his mouth work, “…’Or’ what?”

“Or you strip, right here, right now, every stitch,” I grinned evilly,

“and you can pick up your clothes and equipment back at your car after

a little hike.”

“It’s not a unique trait, ma’am.” I said deprecatingly, “All it

requires is that one think for one’s self instead of adopting the

thoughts of those around us. Of course, that also means you have to

get used to THINKING, a fad which seems to have gone out of style

these days.”

As I pulled up into the common yard and backed toward the barn,

Parminder looked around with a gasp.

“THIS is your ‘little piece of dirt’?” she exclaimed, following the

fence lines out toward the horizon, “What would you call a BIG piece

of dirt?!”

I smiled indulgently.  “It’s only a few hundred acres, ma’am. Mostly I

just raise horses, but I keep a truck patch for the table, and a few

Holsteins. They’re kind of switch hitters - produce plenty of milk but

make decent beef if it’s aged right. Got a few chickens and a couple

of sheep too. I’m sort of partial to lamb, but don’t much care for

pork, so I don’t keep pigs.”

I walked Parminder and her bags to the house and got her settled in

her room, pointing out the bathrooms, the living areas and the

kitchen, then went out to unload the feed.  This is one of the reasons

I’ve gotten in pretty good shape working this place - tossing forty or

fifty hundred pound sacks of feed into the loft, even from the

elevated truck bed, is a pretty good workout for anybody.

After I got the feed sacks stacked for easy access to the feed

troughs, I went in to wash up, and was pleasantly surprised to find my

nostrils filled with some very savory aromas.  Following my nose into

the kitchen, I found Parminder with her sleeves rolled up and an old

apron of mine wrapped almost all the way around her.

“You keep your pantry and spice cabinet very well stocked, Mr.

Stafford!” she said, stirring something on the stove, “I was able to

find most of the spices I’d find in my mother’s cabinets, and

reasonable substitutes for the others. I do hope you don’t mind, but

it’s been a while since I had a good lamb dish, and your mention of it

got my mouth watering. I wasn’t really expecting to have to cut it off

a hanging carcass though!”

I smiled at that. Most people are a little surprised at the meat

locker I built just off the kitchen, and how much meat they find

there. I guess she hadn’t looked in the walk-in freezer yet.

“If that tastes as good as it smells,” I smiled, “I can probably find

it in my heart somewhere to forgive you!”

That got me another charitable smile.

By the time I got cleaned up, Parminder had set two places and was

serving a delicious meal for the two of us.

“It’s nice to see you haven’t completely abandoned your heritage!” I

said as I savored a tender morsel of spicy lamb. The flavor was

reminiscent of curry but there were other spices in combinations I’d

never tasted before.

“It’s not that I don’t respect my heritage, Mr. Stafford.” she said, a

bit huffily, “I just don’t find that all of it is compatible with

modern life.”

“Don’t get your bowels in an uproar ma’am.” I said, placatingly, I

hoped, “I meant it as a compliment - another way of saying ‘this is

delicious’. How you preserve your heritage is as much your choice as

how you live the rest of your life. I may have an opinion about it,

but it don’t amount to a hill of beans, since you’re the one that’s

got to live your life, not me.”

She was silent for several long moments, studying me as I tried not to

wolf down the delicious repast before me.

“I can’t get a handle on you, Mr. Stafford.” she finally said, “Most

people I can figure out pretty well, but I can’t figure out what it is

you want with me.”

“Why don’t you try asking me?” I said quietly.

The obviousness of that set her back a bit.

“Very well, then,” she said, screwing up her courage, “what DO you

want from me?”

I chose my words carefully before replying, “I WANT only a couple of

things from you, Ms. Nagra, and EXPECT even fewer. I want to spend a

little time with you, to enjoy your company. I also want to get you

into my bed - to enjoy sex with you. I EXPECT the first of those - to

spend a little time with you and enjoy your company.  I don’t expect

the second, but I can always hope.”

She didn’t, at first, know whether to be angry, shocked, or flattered.

“But, well, I guess a lot of men want to have sex with me,” she

finally said, “so that’s a pretty obvious one, though one doesn’t

normally expect it to be approached so directly! The first one, about

spending time with me, I don’t understand. What’s your real purpose?

What are you hiding?”

“Is it so incredible, Ms. Nagra,” I said, “that someone would just

like to spend a little time in your company? You are a lovely young

woman, and just being around you lifts my spirits, but I also think

you have within you, the seeds of an actual thinking human being - a

rare and valuable species! I have found that hiding my agenda, so to

speak, only complicates things. By telling you up front what I want,

we can bypass all the dancing around and trying to communicate without

saying anything, and get right to the decision-making stage.”

“Well, Mr. Stafford, I’m not going to share your bed, so that

decision’s made.” she said, “As for whatever else you want, well, I’ve

gotten pretty good at avoiding the people who want to cheat me out of

my money, so whatever scheme you’ve got planned, forget about it!”

“I can understand your paranoia, Ms. Nagra,” I said past the forkful

of food I was preparing to stuff in my mouth, “so I won’t waste my

breath trying to convince you.  Thank you, by the way, for being

honest about the sex thing. Now I can forget about that and just enjoy

your company.”

She gave me a curious look and went back to eating. A few minutes

later I heard her fork land on her plate rather loudly and looked up.

“That’s it?!” she asked, somewhat peeved, “I tell you you’re not

getting me in your bed, and you just accept it?! You stop trying?”

I just looked at her calmly and said “Yes.”

“No man alive does that!” she cried, “Why would you?”

“Ma’am, if you want to have sex with me, just say so.” I replied, “If

you don’t, why are you making such a fuss about getting your wish?”

“Whatever happened to romance and seduction?” she ranted, “When a

woman says no, most men take it as ‘not yet’! But not you! Oh no! A

simple refusal, and you just give up the chase!”

“First of all,” I said, “I wasn’t chasing to begin with. Secondly, if

you can’t say what you mean, how are we ever going to communicate

effectively? I took the first step by taking your words at face value,

as I do everyone’s until I catch them lying to me. It’s quite simple,

really. You say something, I believe it. I say something, you believe

it. Saves all that chasing around after hidden agendas.”

I went back to eating, but could almost FEEL her seething.

“Why the hell would I want to sleep with an infuriating,

holier-than-thou FARMER such as yourself, anyway?” she almost shouted

“That’s what you need figure out, if you’re considering it.” I said

calmly, “I will say this: For someone who doesn’t want to sleep with

me, you’re certainly making an awful fuss about not having to!”

She spluttered for a few moments before retorting, “Well, a girl wants

to feel wanted, even if she doesn’t return the feeling!”

“I already TOLD you I want you!” my exasperation was starting to show,

“So that’s not the real reason. Why don’t you close your mouth and

open your mind. You just might discover something about yourself that

you didn’t know.”

That caught her up short, but to her credit, instead of exploding, as

I half expected, she snapped her mouth shut and sat, sullenly mulling

over my words.

Finally, grudgingly, as I continued eating, she said, “It’s the female

stereotype, isn’t it? Despite our pretense at liberation, we still

want to be pursued, until we catch our pursuer. That way we can avoid

taking responsibility for whatever happens, but if it turns out all

right, we get to feel all smug and clever.”

Without looking up, I said, “Are you asking a question, or thinking

out loud? If it’s the former, you can answer better than I.”

“Just thinking out loud, I suppose.” she said, her face still twisted

in thought.

“And are you reaching any conclusions?” I asked as I placed my

utensils on my nearly spotless plate.

She shot me a venomous look, followed quickly by that dazzling smile,

and said, “You’re an evil man, Mr. Stafford, forcing me to face my own

weaknesses like that…”

I held up a finger to interrupt, and said, “I beg to differ, Ms.

Nagra. I have encouraged you to think, but have forced you to do

nothing. As for facing one’s weaknesses, how else does one get

stronger?”

“As I was saying.” she gave me a reproachful glare, “In the cold light

of logic, I’m forced to admit that I want you, too. All that other

flotsam was just to relieve me of the responsibility of admitting it

to myself.”

I gave her a warm smile and changed the subject, “This has been an

excellent meal, Ms. Nagra! Whatever else you may be, you’re a superb

cook!”

“Hey!” she exclaimed, “What’s happened to your country bumpkin

accent!”

I twisted my mouth in grimace, “It seems to come and go at will,

without conscious intervention on my part. I kind of wish it didn’t

because it’s a bit deceptive, but the habit’s been with me too long,

and changing it would require somehow becoming conscious of it at all

times.  I haven’t figured out how to do that yet.”

She laughed a little at that and shook her head, “You still confuse

me, Mr. Stafford…”

“Nick, please!” I interjected.

“…Nick, then.” she continued, “You tell me you want to sleep with

me, then, when I finally admit to the same desire, you immediately

change the subject! Have you changed your mind?”

I chuckled, “No, Ms. Nagra…”

“Parminder, or Par, if you please!” it was her turn to butt in.

“Par.” I said, “I haven’t changed my mind, but now that it’s out in

the open, there doesn’t seem to be much to discuss. From here on, I

will assume that it’s ok to make advances, when the time and mood seem

right, but there’s no hurry to get to it!”

Her laugh was soft, like her face, “You’re right, of course. Such

things are best left to find their own time and place!”

We worked together to clear away the dishes and straighten the

kitchen, swapping stories and jokes like old acquaintances reunited.

When all was done, we settled into chairs in the sitting room - what

most would call a family room, I suppose, but since it was just me…

I poured us each a snifter of fine cognac and settled down across from

her, watching the sunset behind the hills, and the way the waning

light highlighted Parminder’s dusky features.

She joined me on the sofa, after a few minutes, without being asked,

and we watched the sun’s final plunge together. We sat for several

minutes in peaceful silence, just enjoying Mother Nature’s light show.

Some time later, Parminder spoke in almost a whisper, “It’s so quiet!”

Indeed, the creatures of the day were putting themselves to bed, and

the sounds made by the swifts and bats as they hunted insects in the

fading sunlight were inaudible to our ears. Their fantastic, seemingly

silent, aerial maneuvers only emphasized the quiet.

Almost as though a signal had been given, though, as soon as the last

rays of sunlight winked out, a symphony of night sounds arose around

the house. Crickets started their nightly serenade and owls hooted in

counterpoint. Whipoorwills called to each other, and night insects

began buzzing at the screen door, hungry for the meager light that

seeped out from where we were.

“I remember this from my childhood!” Parminder whispered, “In the

Punjab, at night, it’s like this! Oh, some of the sounds are

different, but this brings back so many long buried memories!”

As naturally as if she’d done it all her life, she wrapped both arms

around my right one and leaned her head on my shoulder, heaving a

contented sigh.

A few more minutes of silence, then suddenly, Parminder sat bolt

upright, exclaiming “Oh bugger! I’ve forgotten to ring my agent! He’ll

be worried sick!”

I just handed her the handset from the cordless phone and tried not to

listen as she finally tracked him down on his cell phone.

“Maury! I’m so sorry! I forgot to call, with everything that’s

happened!”

“You won’t believe! The stupid rental car broke down!”

“A BMW! Can you believe it! Anyway, there was no replacement closer

than the airport.”

“No! I missed my flight!”

“No, no. I TRIED to book another flight, but there’s not one ’til

tomorrow!”

“Oh, I’m not in a hotel.”

“No. A nice gentleman offered me a room and a ride to the airport,

and…”

“No, Maury, he’s been a perfect, if somewhat infuriating gentleman…”

“Well, it’s the oddest thing! He expects me to THINK!”

“No, really, my head doesn’t hurt at all! I think I could actually

come to like it!”

“Not another one! Come on Maury, those guys are just dirty old men!

They’re not looking for an actor, just a pretty face and sexy body!”

“Yes, I know their movies sell, but to whom do they sell?”

“I don’t want to be a sex symbol! I want to act!”

“NO, Maury! Call them back and tell them no!”

“I don’t know if I’m coming back tomorrow or not. If my host agrees,

perhaps I’ll take a long overdue vacation and stay here for a few

days.”

“Yeah, the number is… No, Maury, you know what? I’ll call you!”

“When I’m good and ready!”

She stared open-mouthed at me for a long moment, then a smile burst

across her face, “What a refreshing perspective! I’m afraid I always

took it for granted that I deserved all the attention people gave me.

In fact, I guess I’ve come to accept it as my right. No wonder I’ve

been such an ass!”

I cracked a smile and replied, “Well that’d make you about the best

looking donkey I’ve seen in my lifetime.”

That got a small laugh, which was more than it deserved, but I was

grateful.

“So, what do you do, Nick Stafford?” she asked, with a twinkle in her

eye, “Besides telling bad jokes, that is!”

I acknowledged her assessment of my comedic talents with a wry grin

and answered, “I develop software and try to keep my little piece of

dirt producing enough to get by.”

“So you’re sort of a ‘gentleman farmer’?”

“Hardly!” I showed her the horned callouses on my hands, “These didn’t

come from the keyboard.  Couldn’t make ends meet if I depended on

others to do everything.”

“But, if you work so hard farming,” she asked, genuinely puzzled,

“when do you have time to write software?”

“Well, first of all,” I replied, “I don’t WRITE that much of it. I

DEVELOP it. The largest part of that is nailing down the requirements

so that I have a pretty good idea what the customer wants and needs,

from his perspective, then designing the system to meet those

requirements.  When I do write, I mostly write building blocks - code

modules that can be assembled with other modules to make a system. I

can build some pretty complex systems from the modules I’ve developed

over the years without writing much new code.”

“Doing things that way, the software development doesn’t take much

time at all.” I continued, “The rest is time management - or rather

managing my activities to fit in the available time.”

“But that must keep you awfully busy!” she actually seemed interested.

“Nothing wrong with that!” I laughed, “But you’d be surprised. I still

find time to sit in a rockin’ chair and whittle now and then, or go

fishin’ or skinny dippin’ in the creek. Can’t imagine living life any

other way.”

“But don’t you get tired?” she probed, “All that physical labor, then

doing your other work too?”

“When the other work was all I did,” I replied, “I’d go to bed tired,

and not sleep a wink. My mind would keep churning on the problems of

the day. Now, I go to bed, and I’m PHYSICALLY tired, but mentally

rested. I sleep like a baby, and wake up rested and refreshed.”

“You seem to have life all figured out.” she said, with only a little

sarcasm in her voice.

I shrugged, “I like the life I live, but I’m not fool enough to

believe that what’s right for me is right for everyone else.”

She had the grace to flush a little.

“Actually,” she said, “I think I’m a little envious! My whole life

seems to be run by other people!”

“Oh?” I asked, just to be polite.

“when my agent or the studio aren’t rushing me off to some event or

audition or something,” she said, with a hint of bitterness in her

voice, “I’m having to attend some ritual or other for a religion I

don’t believe in, just to keep my family happy! I can’t remember the

last time I did something I wanted to do!”

“When was the last time you said ‘no’ to any of these people you say

are running your life?” I asked, deadpan.

She looked as if I’d slapped her.

“I can’t do that!” she exclaimed.

“Why not?” I asked, calmly.

“Well, because, well, you know, my career… my family…!” she

struggled, having to think about a set of circumstances to which she

had only reacted before.

“Life is a set of choices, Ms. Nagra. If you continue to choose your

career and your family’s wishes over your own, then others will

continue to control your life. If, at some point, you decide you need

to find SOME time for yourself, then you start saying ‘no’ sometimes

to the demands that others make on you. It’s a matter of knowing

what’s most important to you.”

She contemplated on that for a long time. Before she could comment,

the tow truck showed up and we got out to deal with the driver.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Nagra,” the driver said, not really caring, “but I

only haul them back to the shop. The company won’t charge you for the

rental, of course, but the nearest replacement is back at the airport

where you got this one.”

She was about to blow another gasket when I said, “Look, what time is

your flight?”

Temporarily distracted, Parminder searched in her purse for her

itinerary. Fishing the paper out, she said, “It’s at three. Well,

eight past three anyway.”

I consulted my watch and said, “It’s a quarter to three now, and the

airport’s about forty five minutes away, so you’ve missed that flight.

Why don’t you come with me while I dump this load of feed, and you can

use my cell to call whoever you need to and to re-schedule your

flight. Then, after you’ve had a chance to freshen up, I’ll take you

to the airport.”

She looked me over speculatively, then gave me that brilliant smile

that I’d seen only once before.

“All right, Mr. Stafford!” she said, “You’ve got a deal, but you must

let me pay you for your trouble!”

I had started to take her bags to the truck, but stopped dead in my

tracks and dropped the bags.

“You either come as my invited guest, Ms. Nagra,” I said, “or you find

another way to the airport. Either way, I will not take your money,

any more than I’d ask any of my other guests to pay for the

hospitality I offer.”

Parminder’s lovely brown eyes went wide with shock, “I was only trying

to be polite, Mr. Stafford!”

“It’s not polite to treat your host like someone hired to do you a

service.” I said, very seriously, “If you wish to be polite, don’t

insult me.”

She was clearly taken aback by my response, but said, “Of course!

Again, I apologize! It’s just that, well, in the places my career

takes me, everyone has his hand out.”

“I’ll be sure to keep mine in my pockets.” I relented a bit, “Shall we

go?”

I threw the bags in the bed of the truck with the feed sacks.  The

high wooden rails around the flatbed would ensure that nothing came

out on the short trip to my ‘little piece of dirt’.

Parminder was on the phone with the airline for only a short time

before turning to me and saying “There’s no flight ’til tomorrow! Is

there a decent hotel nearby?”

“There’s a motel out on the interstate, but I doubt if it’s what

you’re accustomed to.” I said, “But why bother? I have a number of

empty, furnished rooms, and I’m sure one of them would serve quite

well as a guest room.”

She looked at me speculatively and said nothing.

Guessing at her concern, I said, “All the rooms can be locked from the

inside, if you’re worried about uninvited visitors.”

She smiled at me, looking embarrassed, and asked “Are you a

mind-reader, Mr. Stafford?”

“No,” I said, turning into the long drive between white rail fences,

“I am an observer and I think about what I observe. You were obviously

worried about something. A pretty young lady alone in a strange house

with a man you hardly know - it wasn’t hard to guess that you might

have some concerns about that.”

“I think you are someone it would serve me well to know better, Mr.

Stafford,” she said, pensively, “you intrigue me. I don’t think I’ve

ever met anyone who thinks like you, yet what you say makes sense.”

The beamer caught my eye, partly because of the rental sticker on the

bumper, and partly because of the petite, dark-haired, dusky-skinned

young lady pacing in frustration nearby.  Don’t see many BMW’s in

these parts, nor people who can afford to rent them.  Also don’t see

many such exotic beauties.

I pulled over well in front of the apparently stalled vehicle, leaving

a cushion of distance so the young lady wouldn’t be too frightened

having a stranger stop.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” I said as I stepped from my truck.

“This stupid car has stopped!” (she pronounced it like “shtewpid cah”.

I love British accents!), “and I forgot to charge my mobile!”

“Would you like me to take a look?” I asked, still keeping my

distance.

“If you would, please!” she almost demanded, “What a effing day! First

I have to put up with that silly Sikh ceremony, and now I’m stuck in

the middle of nowhere with a mobile that doesn’t work. Now here’s

Gomer effing Pyle to the rescue!”

Well! That wasn’t very nice!

I got the rental company’s 800 number off the sticker on the car and

dialed it on my cell.

“Hi! My name is Nick Stafford. Could you please connect me with

whoever handles breakdowns of your rental cars? Thanks!”

After a short pause another voice came on the line.

“Yeah, my name is Nick Stafford, I’m calling to report that one of

your cars has broken down about ten miles out of Williams on the old

Monroe Highway. Yeah, it’s about half a mile west of the Compton

turnoff.”

“Oh, no, I’m not the renter, just a guy passing by.”

“Try Parminder Nagra…”  I saw her head whip around as I said her

name.

“Yeah, that’s it…”

“About half an hour? Ok, thanks!”

As I passed her on the way back to my truck, she stared at me, but

said nothing.

I had gotten the engine started and was checking the mirror for

oncoming traffic when I saw her reflection huffing up to my door.

“Wait! Where are you going?” she panted.

“I’m going about my business, ma’am.” I said, “And the name’s Nick

Stafford, NOT Gomer effing Pyle! Your tow will be here in about half

an hour. Have a nice day.”

I started to move again.

“Wait! Please! I’m sorry!” she cried, running to keep up.

I stopped.

“Please! You’ve been very kind and I’ve been such an ass!” she gasped,

a little out of breath, “Will you please do me the favor of waiting

with me ’til the tow arrives?”

She was standing on the running board, holding onto the wing vent.

“Hang on.” I warned, putting it in reverse. 

I backed up to within a few feet of her car and said, “You gonna stay

out there all day, or do you want to climb in here out of the sun?”

I killed the engine, waiting for her reply.  She gazed at me

speculatively, giving me time to notice that she looked even better in

person than she did on TV, without all that makeup on. Her skin was

flawless, and created the perfect setting for her dark eyes.

Finally deciding I probably wasn’t a homicidal maniac, she walked

around the front of the truck, her lustrous black hair just showing

above the hood, and climbed into the passenger’s side.

She ran her hands over the leather of the upholstery and inspected the

rest of the interior.

“You’ve kept this in very good shape!” she said, with apparent

admiration.

“Yeah, she’s kinda old so I have to baby her a bit,” I let my pride

show a little, “but she still runs like a top, and can haul anything I

need moved.”

We sat in silence for a few moments. I didn’t want to stare, but

occasional glances showed her struggling for words to say. Finally,

she must have found them.

“When did you recognize me?” she asked.

“About the time I got close enough to get a good look.” I watched her

face to catch her expressions, and because it was a very pleasant face

to watch.

“Most people, at least outside the studio,” she continued, choosing

her words carefully, “when they recognize me, fall all over themselves

trying to please me or get an autograph. Why didn’t you?”

I met her gaze steadily and shrugged before replying, “I’m not most

people.”

She waved a hand in frustration and a frown clouded her features,

“That’s obvious! But specifically, why?”

I thought a bit, choosing my own words, before replying, “I never

understood all that brouhaha over celebrities.  I’d venture to say

that I’m at least as good at what I do as you are at what you do. The

difference is, you do it in front of millions of people, so a lot of

folks recognize your face. Why make a fuss over it? Have you saved the

world? Have you invented a cure for cancer? Have you built a rocket to

help us escape from this mudball when the politicians finally screw it

up so bad we can’t live on it?”

I paused for a bit, then continued, “No, ma’am. If I was to make a

fuss over you, it’d be because you’re such a pretty little thing and

I’d want to date you. I reckon, though, that whatever agents and

business managers you have lookin’ after you are gonna be lookin’ to

whisk you away from here pretty quick, so why bother?”

As she lay back in the chair, gasping, Cheryl felt a few more

tremors of orgasmic after shock ricochet through her body; she

was completely unable to do or say anything after the power and

duration of the climax she’d just finished. She could only watch

as James stood up and went over to the couch where Susanna was

sitting, and take a seat - leaving himself exposed so that

Susanna could begin licking his slowly deflating penis clean of

his cum and Cheryl’s juices.

By the time she was done, Cheryl was again able to exercise a

little control over herself - enough so that when Bill offered

her a soda, she was able to nod in agreement. He had to open it

for her, but she was able - barely - to hold it on her own. She

didn’t even look at what kind it was - all she knew was that it

was liquid, and that she was very much in need of replacement

fluids! The cold soda - grape, which she normally didn’t care for

- burned her throat slightly as she eagerly guzzled half the can;

she came up for air, then finished off the rest of it. When

Susanna got up and brought her another can - lemon-lime - Cheryl

was able to tell her “Thanks!” - to which Susanna replied “Don’t

worry about it. After watching you take him all the way your

first time, AND having orgasms, I only wish it was champagne: you

deserve to be rewarded!”, with a small laugh.

The second soda went down appreciably slower than the first; a

quarter of the way through it, Cheryl finally felt able to take

part in the casual conversation the others were having as she

slowly recovered from the thorough fucking she’d just gotten.

Cheryl glanced over at the TV, and saw that the credits for what

could only be the second movie were scrolling up the screen.

Knowing that she still had to get home - AND take a shower and

try to recover! - she regretfully told the others “As much as I’d

like to stay here with you, I really DO have to leave. My husband

will be getting off work before much longer, and I want to be

home when he gets there.”

All of them expressed their understanding, and went about helping

her get ready to leave - finding her clothes, making sure she was

clean and presentable enough to leave, and so on.

As she was getting ready to head out the door, James handed her a

business card that only had an email address on it. She looked at

him in curiosity, and James explained “If you should decide that

you would like to join us again the next time any of us are in

the area, please contact us at that address. Of course, your

husband would be more than welcome, too.”

Accepting the card, Cheryl answered “I won’t make any promises,

but I’ll certainly give it some thought.”

The others nodded their acceptance, and wished her well as she

opened the door and slipped into the hallway outside. Checking

herself in a conveniently located mirror, Cheryl saw that she was

actually as presentable as the others had assured her. A little

unsteady on her feet - the night’s activities seemed to have

affected her more than she’d thought - she calmly made her way

outside and to her car.

All during the drive home, she couldn’t help but remember her

experiences of the last few hours. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever

send them an email, but there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that

she’d never forget that night at the movies…

Her climax seemed to go on forever, with James’ help - each

thrust of his hips buried his erection in her all over again,

touching the deepest part of her and bringing her a pleasure that

she’d never known existed. Still, she could only orgasm for so

long before she ran out of energy; gradually, the spasms of

pleasure coursing through her body began to subside, leaving her

feeling as though all she was was a massive vagina, being filled

and emptied by the largest cock in the world…

As she slowly got her senses back, Cheryl realized that her

little dream wasn’t far from the truth: it really DID feel like

all there was to her was her pussy, and the feeling of James

moving his monster penis in it.

Off to the side, she heard a female voice - it took her a moment

to recognize it as Susanna’s - say “I can’t believe it - she took

the whole damn thing, first time! And orgasmed on top of it!”,

followed by a man’s voice saying “Even YOU didn’t do that,

Suze!”, followed by soft laughter.

Cheryl didn’t really have the time, or inclination, to listen to

the comments, though - she was simply too damn glad to be on the

receiving end of the fucking James was giving her. She could

already feel herself moving toward another climax - one that

promised to be even stronger than the last!

James continued pistoning in and out of her pussy until Cheryl

simply couldn’t stand it any longer; she finally gave up trying

to hold off her orgasm so she could enjoy the feeling of having

James filling her so completely. When it happened, she didn’t

even bother trying to stifle her cries of pleasure - she was

simply so overwhelmed by her release that she simply couldn’t

make any noise, even if she’d wanted to. Throwing her head back

with the intensity of the pleasure radiating from her groin,

Cheryl could only make a high keening sound as the first spasm of

her release caused her to all but black out in pleasure. The

tendons in her neck stretched tight as steel cables as her body

froze in place while waves of incredibly intense pleasure washed

over her; all she was aware of was the overwhelming pleasure she

was feeling as James cock continued plundering her pussy, his

pubic bone bumping against her engorged clit. She cold feel her

somewhat abused pussy beginning to spasm,

 clenching the hard cock that filled it so thoroughly; and as her

release continued, she realized that James had stopped moving in

her. A moment later, she felt an incredible heat and wetness

filling her, and knew that he was cumming. As he filled her hot,

aching vagina with his cum, spasms of intense pleasure continued

to course through her body in time with the waves of hot jism

erupting from the end of James’ cock.

It seemed as though James was going to cum forever, but that

wasn’t the case: the spurts of semen finally slowed, then

stopped, giving Cheryl the relief that she so desperately needed.

Ever since the start of her orgasm, she’d barely been able to

take a deep breath, and she was almost desperate to get some

fresh air into her lungs. As James slid his barely-softened cock

from her, she managed to draw a deep, ragged breath before

shuddering at the sensation of James penis finally slipping free

of the intimate embrace of her pussy.

James responded by simply pulling back a little, then pressing

into her again - starting to fill her with even more of his

oversized manhood. When he’d slid perhaps another inch inside, he

slowed, then reversed course; pulling his penis out of her a

little ways. She didn’t understand what he was doing until she

looked down and saw that the bit of him that had been inside her

was now coated with her oils: he was making sure that he kept

himself well lubricated with her fluids so as to make it easier

on BOTH of them while he stuffed her over-filled pussy with his

cock.

When he began to push into her again, he gained another couple of

inches - though it felt like much, much more to Cheryl.

Again, he stopped after a bit. When Cheryl looked down, she was

surprised to see how much of him was still outside her - surely

he’d gotten more than that inside! Cheryl was so full of James’

cock that she thought her hips were going to dislocate from the

pressure of him filling her, but she tried again to relax

herself, letting her internal muscles stretch to accommodate the

size of this new invader. A minute went by, perhaps a little

more, before Cheryl felt James start to move in her again; a

little bit in, mostly out, then back in - and after a bit, she

realized that he was as far inside her as any man had EVER been.

Shortly on the heels of that, she knew that she was about to

experience something few women did: the sensation of being

totally, completely filled by hard cock. The thought of it was

more than enough to compensate for the mild discomfort she was

feeling; indeed, it only served to get her arousal back to where

it had been before.

James could apparently feel the change in her, and didn’t delay

in continuing his efforts to stuff as much of his manhood inside

her pussy as he could manage. Sliding out of her until only the

head of his cock was inside, he pressed forward again; he quickly

regained the progress of the last few minutes, and more: when he

finally stopped, Cheryl was sure that the head of his monster

cock was in her throat. Looking down to where they were joined,

she was surprised to see that only a couple of inches of him were

still outside. James looked between them, too, and told her ” I

think the rest will fit just fine, once we get started…”

Cheryl couldn’t resist a small laugh, saying “Started? I think

I’m about finished!”, and earning herself a small chuckle in

reply.

With that, James started fucking her with slow, steady strokes,

giving her time to finish adjusting to having his massive prick

moving in and out of her. While he was doing that, he leaned

forward and let his head drop so he could start licking her

breasts and sucking on the hard pebbles of her erect nipples. It

wasn’t long before the only things that existed in Cheryl’s

universe were the sensations of his lips on her nipples and the

feeling of his tree-trunk penis moving in and out of her

welcoming pussy.

A couple of minutes went by with James continuously fucking his

massive erection in her when Cheryl began to feel that there was

something different. The way that James was sucking on her

nipples, and the feeling of having his massive manhood moving in

her, it took a few moments for her to realize what was different:

she was feeling the head of his cock pressing against the deepest

part of her, along with the feeling of his pubic bone bumping

against her erect clitoris. With that, she realized that she’d

taken all of him - that knowledge, and the sensations he was

creating in her as he continued to fuck in and out of her

now-sopping pussy was all she needed to push her into an orgasm.

She just barely managed to snatch a hand towel from the arm of

the chair and stuff it into her mouth before she screamed her

release. She could feel her pussy trying to clamp down on James’

penis, but she was simply too stretched inside to be able to

exert as much pressure as she knew she usuall

 y did - and truth be told, she really didn’t care: what SHE was

feeling was simply too damn good! With each touch of James’ cock

against the back of her vagina, Cheryl was experiencing a whole

series of mini-orgasms within the greater pleasure that was

overwhelming her body.

James seemed to sense her nervousness, and quickly assured her

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you, dear lady. I plan to go

very slowly, and be very gentle with you. Please, please tell me

if I start to cause you any pain; I will be glad to slow down, or

even stop, if that’s what you want.”

Considerably relieved at hearing that, Cheryl answered “Thank

you, James. No, I really do want to do this; it’s just that I’ve

never had anyone as BIG as you are, is all. As long as you take

your time, I think it’ll be okay.”

He gave her a little grin before replying “So be it, then.”

Cheryl reached down to take him in her hand - she couldn’t get

her fingers all the way around him, he was so large - and

positioned the end of his saliva-slickened cock at her opening.

She felt him start to press against her, and consciously willed

herself to relax in an attempt to make it easier on herself.

It almost worked.

Even wanting him as badly as she did, and knowing that he wasn’t

going to hurt her, his cock was still FAR larger than any she’d

even tried before: if she wasn’t able to see it with her own

eyes, she would swear that someone was trying to stuff a baseball

bat into her!

As she continued to hold James in place, Cheryl was also trying

as best she could to open herself to him. She could feel it as

the massive head of his prick spread her vaginal lips; she could

feel it as he slowly spread the opening to her pussy larger and

larger; she could feel it as she slowly stretched to accept this

mass of man-meat into her body.

Suddenly, it happened: the head of his cock finally slipped

through the tight opening of her pussy - immediately making her

feel as though she was losing her virginity again, she was so

stretched, so full inside. James immediately stopped, for which

she was grateful - she’d known that he was going to fill her as

she’d never been before, but this was FAR more than she’d

expected. She took several deep breaths, willing herself to relax

to the sensation of having her pussy so full of hard cock.

Gradually, over the next minute, she came to grips with having

even that little bit of James inside her; with each passing

second, his presence in her became less a source of discomfort,

and more one of pleasure.

When she was finally ready to take some more of him, she

hesitantly told him “I think I’m ready to go on”

When Susanna’s moans had pretty much died out, James slowly eased

his massive prick out of her - and releasing a small flood of

additional cum in the process. For her part, Susanna didn’t even

blink; she simply moved the towel she had hold of from her face

to between her thighs, wiping up what had already escaped before

positioning it so that she could turn around and sit on it as she

got herself back together.

To Cheryl’s surprise, James’ dick barely sagged, despite his

having just cum inside Susanna; he saw her looking at it and told

her “Once I get hard, it takes me a while to get soft again…”,

with a small laugh.

Cheryl looked next at Susanna, who was eagerly chugging down a

soda; her pubic hair was matted with James’ cum. Susanna saw

Cheryl looking at her, and stopped drinking her soda long enough

to say “He’s the biggest man I’ve ever had - and the best, too.

You should try him - if he’ll fit!”

Cheryl examined James drooping - but certainly not soft! - penis,

and felt herself getting aroused again at the idea of having that

monster inside of her. James had listened to what Susanna had

told her, and smiled when Cheryl told him “I… I think I’d like

to try…”

Susanna finished her soda and smiled before saying “I’ll get him

ready for you!” - then leaning over to do just that by taking the

head of James’ cock into her mouth. As James started to get hard

again, Susanna began bobbing her head on his massive shaft,

leaving a sheen of saliva on it as she brought him back to full

erection.

As Cheryl watched James’ cock getting longer and harder, she felt

herself responding: her breasts felt ‘tight’ as her nipples

hardened, and she began to feel an ‘emptiness’ in her pussy as

the faint aroma of her arousal became stronger and stronger. She

couldn’t help but add to her stimulation, pulling and pinching on

her nipples with one hand as the other dipped between her thighs

and began softly rubbing her erecting clitoris. It wasn’t long

before the thickening oils of her vagina began to flow freely,

adding to the delicious friction her fingertips were applying to

her mons.

When Susanna finally released James’ pole from between her lips,

Cheryl was as ready as she could be: she literally ached with the

need to have her pussy filled.

Still, when James came over and kneeled down on the floor in

front of her, the sight of his huge cock made her nervous - she’d

never tried to take anything that large before!

She sat there, goggle-eyed and sweaty, panting to get her breath

back when she saw James finally get up from the chair he’d been

in. Stepping out of his pants and undershorts, he took off his

shirt and tie, then moved over to where Susanna was sitting on

the couch. Susannah looked up at him with a smile on her face,

and quickly moved to the floor, positioning herself on her hands

and knees. James knelt down behind her - they were sideways the

Cheryl and she could see everything clearly - then levered his

massive cock down so the head slid between Susanna’s glistening

vaginal lips. After wetting the head with her oils, James then

set himself against Susanna’s opening, and after getting a nod

from her, began slowly pushing himself into her.

Despite the fact that it was obviously not the first time the two

of them had fucked, Cheryl could see that James was careful to

ease his way into the other woman: every few seconds, he’d stop

and slip out of her a little ways before pressing back in again.

Considering the size of him, Cheryl thought, Susanna probably

needed those little breaks! None the less, there still came the

time when James’ last push ended with him buried in Susanna’s

pussy. There he waited until Susanna told him “Okay - do it!”

before pulling out a ways and sliding himself back in.

As Cheryl watched, James slowly but steadily increased the length

and speed of his movements in Susanna’s pussy - with each outward

motion of his cock, Cheryl could see that it was coated with

Susanna’s juices, despite the way Susanna’s pussy lips seemed to

grab at it, pulling away from her body as James’ monster cock

escaped.

It wasn’t but a few minutes before Susanna’s moans were coming

closer and closer together; Cheryl saw John retrieve a towel from

the stack by the TV and take it over to Susanna, laying it on the

floor in front of her. When he saw Cheryl watching, he gave her a

smile and said “It’s always like this. When James finally does

her, it takes almost no time before she’s cumming - hard!”

As if on cue, Susanna lowered her shoulders to the floor and

pulled the towel over in front of her face, holding it over her

mouth just in time to stifle the first of several screams of

release as she went through what was obviously an intense orgasm.

Throughout Susanna’s climax, James continued to slowly thrust in

and out of her, obviously extending her orgasm and making it even

more powerful.

As Susanna’s orgasm tapered off, Cheryl watched Charlie put his

pants, shirt, and shoes back on and slip from the room - then

return a couple of minutes later with a double handful of sodas,

which he distributed to everyone. Cheryl appreciated the gesture

- she’d gained a lot of fluids in the form of cum, but she’d

given up just as much in her own lubrication; she gladly downed

the beverage in short order, replacing what fluids she’d lost.

She was just setting the empty can to the side when she heard the

liquid slapping sounds of James fucking into Susanna begin to

increase. She quickly looked back at them and saw that James was

apparently getting close to his climax - as was Susanna. Another

minute or so, and Susanna was again stuffing her mouth with the

hand towel in order to stifle her screams of pleasure as James

buried himself in her - filling her with his cum, since Cheryl

could plainly see it being forced out of Susanna’s over-stuffed

pussy and down her thighs.

When the three of them were in position, Ted held himself deep

inside her as Mark slid the head of his manhood back and forth

between her vaginal lips, wetting it, before positioning it at

the entrance to her pussy. Lifting his hips, he easily slipped

into her, and after a brief pause, began filling her with his

manhood.

The sensation of having one hard cock buried in her ass as

another slowly occupied her pussy was something that turned

Cheryl on more than she’d ever been before - at least, until the

two men started fucking her together: filling and stretching her

holes as they both pressed themselves into her at the same time,

their erect cocks separated only by a few thin layers of tissue

inside her.

The double-fucking she was getting was something Cheryl had never

experienced before - but knew that it was something that she’d

want to do again. Particularly when it was accompanied by the way

Ted played with her tits as Mark sucked on her so-hard-they-ached

nipples.

Cheryl was getting more and more into sandwiched between the two

men when someone - she couldn’t spare the energy to find out who

- put a hand towel on the back of the chair, where she could

reach it. It was a good, thing, too: it wasn’t but a couple more

minutes before she felt herself getting close to another orgasm,

one she knew was going to be a whopper. As she felt the first

wave of it hit her, she somehow managed to grab the towel and

stuffed it into her mouth to muffle the screams as she came,

harder than she’d ever climaxed before. She could feel herself

camping down, with pussy and ass, on the two men that were

continuing to fuck into her as wave after wave of incredibly

intense pleasure overwhelmed her.

After the ‘worst’ of her orgasm faded, Cheryl released the towel,

gasping for breath and barely able to hold herself up. The power

and length of her orgasm had left her feeling weak as a kitten;

her whole universe seemed to consist of the openings that Mark

and Ted were making such enthusiastic use of. She was just

getting her wits back when she felt the two men start to change

their rhythm; in just a few seconds, they were no longer working

together. Instead, they were ’see-sawing’ in and out of her at a

steadily increasing speed: as one would start to press in, the

other was withdrawing. The net effect of it was that she was

constantly being stimulated in one or the other of her openings.

It didn’t take much of that before Cheryl could feel herself

getting close to another climax - one that she wasn’t entirely

sure she’d survive!

Somehow, she managed to grab the towel again, stuffing it into

her mouth just ahead of her full-throated scream of pleasure and

release. Even as she was giving voice to the pleasure she was

experiencing, she felt Mark, then Ted, press themselves into her

as they filled her ass and pussy with their cum. That thought was

enough to make her start climaxing all over again, making her

pussy and anus clamp around the two men and milking them for

every drop of cum they could give her.

As her climax finally began to taper off, Cheryl found that she

simply couldn’t hold herself up any longer: the length and power

of the last two orgasms simply took every bit of energy she had

out of her body. She started to collapse, but the two men seemed

to know what the problem was - as well they should! - and quickly

moved to support her while Mark got out from underneath her. Then

the two of them gently turned her around and got her seated on

the towel she’d been muffling herself with so that she wouldn’t

have to sit on the vinyl of the chair.

She’d just gotten through the first spasm of her release when she

felt Charlie pressing himself against her, holding himself deep

inside - and knew that he was cumming. She could swear that she

could feel it as he filled her with his jism before the next wave

of her climax overtook her.

After the last spasm of her orgasm, Cheryl was still gasping as

she felt Charlie’s hands leave her shoulders, followed by the

sensation of him sliding his softening penis out of her well-used

pussy. She found that she simply didn’t have the strength to

move; all she could do was continue to kneel on the chair and let

two men’s loads of cum drain down the insides of her thighs.

After a few minutes, she felt someone move behind her. Looking

over her shoulders, she could see that Ted had apparently

recovered enough to want her. Looking lower, she could see that

even though he was longer than most men - a full 8 inches - he

wasn’t nearly as large around. Her examination of his erection

was interrupted by Ted asking her “Are you up for trying

something new?”

Cheryl thought about it for a few moments before deciding “What

the hell… It’s not like he’s going to rip me apart or anything”

before nodding back to him.

She was mildly surprised when she felt him scoop up a couple

globs of cum from where they were leaking out of her pussy, and

then begin smearing them around her anus. A few moments later she

felt him position the head of his erect penis against her

sphincter before he said “I’m not going to force you to do

anything. It’s up to you to let me fuck you like this, if this is

what you want.”

Hearing that, Cheryl relaxed considerably even though she could

feel him pressing slightly against her rear opening. Taking a

deep breath, she consciously willed herself to relax - and felt

him begin to slip through.

As soon as he was inside her, he stopped - apparently waiting to

give her time to adjust to the sensation of having a hard cock up

her ass. Being smaller around than the men she’d seen before, his

penetration of her wasn’t as uncomfortable as she knew it could

have been; in fact, as the seconds ticked by, she found that it

was actually starting to feel better and better!

Looking over her shoulder at Ted, she told him “I’m fine - go

ahead!” - soon followed by the novel sensation of feeling his

long, hard penis slowly moving through her anus to fill her

bowels.

After what seemed like forever, she finally felt his pubic hair

in the crack of her ass, and knew that she’d taken the full

length of him - and was surprised to realize that having her ass

fucked like that wasn’t so bad, after all…

Even as she was coming to the conclusion that anal sex wasn’t the

bug-a-boo she thought it was, she felt him withdraw from her a

ways before pressing himself back in. The sensations he was

creating in her back channel was enough that she couldn’t help

but release a soft moan of pleasure and arousal. A few moments

later, he did it again, with the same result; except the moan was

a little louder and more heartfelt.

It didn’t take long before Ted was rhythmically sliding his

manhood in and out of the tight ring of her rectum, accompanied

by Cheryl’s groans of excited pleasure at having her virgin ass

fucked for the first time ever.

Over the next few minutes, Cheryl found herself enjoying the

sensation of his long, slender dick moving through her anus more

and more arousing; she couldn’t stifle a groan of disappointment

when she felt him stop. Looking back over her shoulder at him,

she was surprised to see Mark standing there, his erect penis

waving in the air. As she looked at him, he asked “Would you like

to try a sandwich?”

Remembering how they had been fucking Susanna at the same time,

Cheryl knew what he was asking - and couldn’t resist the

temptation to try it. Nodding her head in agreement, she and Ted

made room for Mark to slip underneath her on the chair, then get

her positioned so that he could slide his average sized penis

into her dripping pussy.

Cheryl couldn’t help whimpering a little when she felt Bill start

to pull out - then moaned when he slid back into her again.

Over the next couple of minutes, Bill got into a steady rhythm of

thrusting into Cheryl’s wet pussy; with each inward thrust, she

could feel his pelvis bumping against her clitoris, ratcheting up

her own excitement. He felt so good in her, his movement in her

felt so right, that she couldn’t help responding to him: with

each penetration of his penis in her, she arched herself forward,

trying to draw him as far inside as she could get him.

A few minutes more, and it happened: with a suddenness that

surprised her, Cheryl felt herself trip over into a climax.

Crying out with the intensity of it, she could feel Bill

continuing to pump in and out of her pussy as she spasmed around

him. Her juices leaked out of her pussy, soaking the area where

she and Bill were joined as their activity took a distinctly

liquid sound.

As Cheryl was recovering from her orgasm, she felt Bill thrust

into her hard a couple of times, and then begin filling her with

his cum. It was almost enough to make her orgasm again…

When Bill pulled his wet, softening cock from her, Cheryl saw

that Charlie had come over to watch her and Bill - and that he

was fully erect. Without even thinking about it, Cheryl leaned

forward and took him into her mouth, sucking on nearly half his

length as she ran her tongue along the underside - paying

particular attention to the area under the head, where she knew

men were most sensitive. When she had Charlie’s erection

thoroughly coated with her saliva, she pulled her head back and

looked up at him to say “Please… fuck me!”

Charlie gave her a smile and answered “Gladly! Turn around - on

your knees…”

Knowing what he wanted to do, Cheryl quickly got to her knees and

bent over the back of the chair she was on. A moment later, she

felt Charlie’s hands on her hips - and shortly after that, the

head of his penis pressing against her opening. Arching her back

slightly, she was able to ‘capture’ the head of it, and felt him

start pressing into her. Pressing herself back against him, she

felt it as he slipped into her and began to fill her with his

manhood.

When he had buried himself in her almost-aching pussy, Cheryl

felt Charlie release his hold on her hips and reach forward to

take her breasts in his hands. Each of her tits easily overfilled

his hands, but that didn’t seem to bother him any; as he began to

move inside her, Cheryl felt him start gently squeezing her

breasts, and pinching her erect nipples.

Charlie continued to thrust in and out of her pussy, and Cheryl

could feel her tits wobbling in his hands, slightly dragging her

sensitive nipples across his palms. Turning her head, she could

see over to where Susanna was still trapped between Ted and Mark,

being thoroughly pounded by both of them as they alternated

thrusting into each of her holes.

As she watched Susanna’s obvious pleasure at being double-teamed

that way, Cheryl could feel a faint tickling sensation on the

insides of her thighs; it took her a few moments to realize that

it could only be Bills cum, forced out of her by Charlies

slightly larger prick. Somehow, the idea of having one man’s cum

running down her leg while another was fucking her so

enthusiastically struck a chord within her, and Cheryl found

herself getting more and more aroused as Charlie enthusiastically

plundered her.

Hearing a soft cry, Cheryl looked over toward the couch again,

and saw that Susannah was apparently having a climax - whether

from Ted’s or Mark’s efforts, she couldn’t tell. The idea that a

woman might orgasm from having a hard dick up her ass was

something Cheryl hadn’t considered before - she’d always thought

it would be painful, or at least too ‘dirty’. But seeing how

Susannah was responding, she started to think that maybe it might

not be so bad, after all…

A few moments later, Cheryl looked at them again and watched as

Mark and Ted each made a few hard thrusts into Susanna before

reaching their own climaxes. She was starting to get a little

turned on by the idea of a man cumming in her ass when she felt

Charlie release her breasts and put his hands on her shoulders -

then begin fucking into her even harder and faster, his balls

swinging forward to bump against her exposed clit with each

thrust.

Charlie continued to pound into her, filling and emptying her by

turns. Cheryl could feel herself being nudged closer and closer

to orgasm as Charlie continued to move in her - pounding,

pounding, pounding…

Until, finally, she was caught again in the throes of an orgasm -

one so powerful that she was actually afraid that she would pass

out from it: all she could do was groan as each spasm overtook

her body, and gasp for air between times. She could feel her

pussy clamping down on Charlie, making him seem even larger as he

kept thrusting into her while she orgasmed around his manhood.