His muscles were hard like stone and bulging.  Bruises covered most of his body and his legs were both in casts.  Her job was to give him a sponge bath and she was very nervous.  She had given them before but not to someone as good looking and let’s face it – so damned exciting.  She practically shook in his presence.  Little did she know that the staff was doing this as a reward for their young eager candy striper. 

 

Jill, 19 years old, had been volunteering at the hospital throughout the summer.  She was a college student who had just completed her freshman year.  Interested in pursuing medicine, she thought this job might give her some insight but it turned out to be mostly emptying bed pans and getting patients water and talking to the elderly.  Jill was a beautiful flower in bloom.  Tall straight and lean, she had well proportioned hips, a great shaped ass and legs that wouldn’t quit.  She still wore her b-cup bras although she had outgrown them.  But she really didn’t need any support from her bra as her plump breasts proudly presented themselves.

 

In spite of her maturing beauty and intellectual charms, she was still a bit insecure around men.  At least fully developed masculine men such as John Williams.  When she entered the room, her mouth would go dry and she had trouble returning his stare.  She could feel his stare and as she prepared the soap and water, he intently followed her around the room.  “How are you, today?” he asked.  She could barely get her one word response out.

 

She moved over to his bed and took folded his sheet down to his waist.  She knew she should say something to him about what she was doing but it was just too much to say.  “Are you going to wash me?” he asked.  “Yes,” she stammered.  “Well that’s great.  I’m getting a little ripe in here and was wondering when I would be able to take a bath. 

 

She started with his face and he closed his eyes.  It gave her a chance to marvel at the strong masculine lines of his face.  His perfect jaw line, muscles along the side of his face and the roughness of his unshaven face, all had an effect on her.  He knees were weakened and she felt a bit faint.  She had to remind herself to stop touching his face with the soapy water and rinse with the clean sponge.  As she moved to his neck and shoulders, she could feel the sinewy muscle groups.  He still had visible bruises over every each of his body from his downhill mountain biking accident.  She had heard that he went over a cliff and tumbled down for hundreds of yards. 

 

The bruises looked painful.  On a whim she abandoned the sponge using it merely to provide soapy water and used her hands to gently rub the soap against his black and blue skin.  Tight skin over hard muscles, looking so bruised.  It excited her in a way, no boyfriend ever did and she could feel herself responding between her legs.  Meanwhile he had become silent and kept his eyes closed.  He seemed to be concentrating on her touch and it gave her more confidence.  Almost a sense of control.  He uttered a soft murmur.

 

“Do the bruises still hurt?” she asked him.  “No!” he replied but she didn’t believe him.  They looked too fresh.  He’s just being a Man, she thought.  She washed his arms one at a time moving from one side of the bed to the other.  Under his arms she spent a little extra time double washing his patch of long wispy hair.  He continued to keep his eyes close and stay quiet and this made her more comfortable.  Her efforts became rhythmic and his murmurs more frequent.  First she used the soapy sponge to apply the water, then used long strokes with her hands to rub and wash, then rinsed with the clear water sponge.  Her movements just naturally followed the flow of his muscles and she was surprised at how excited she was becoming yet how comfortable it all seemed.

 

“Do you do massage also?” he asked, “you seem so good at this.”  “Just for my boyfriends,” she responded and surprised herself with her deliberate flirtation.  She felt herself blush.  He smiled.  “I’ll bet you have a lot of boys chasing you.”  “Not so many.”  “Do you have a steady boyfriend, now?” “Not right now,” she said and the conversation quickly seemed to end. 

 

She was washing now washing his stomach and realized as she went to move the sheet a little lower that he had an enormous erection clearly visible under the folded sheet.  How could she have missed it?  It was so obvious it was embarrassing her.  Yet she couldn’t stop looking at it.  She could feel her face flush.  It looked like he had a huge cock and she wondered if it, too, was covered in muscles.  She somewhat quickly washed his six pack stomach paying more attention to bruises on his sides and avoiding any possibility of accidentally touching his hard cock which was pointed straight toward his chin and went almost up to his belly button forming a tent in the folded sheet.

 

“Well, that’s it,” she said as she carried the soapy bowl over to the sink.  “Hey wait a minute, you missed a spot!”  “No that’s all, really!” she said as she slowly poured the soapy water down the drain.  “Now just a minute,” he said.  “I don’t know what your thinking but I’ve been laying in this bed for three days and I am pretty dirty and stinky down there.”  He pointed.  “Isn’t your job to get me as clean as you can?  C’mon.  I’m not asking you to do anything but wash me.”

 

She thought about what he said and it made sense.  It was her job to clean him and maybe she could do it in a completely matter-of-fact way.  Did she dare to try!  “OK,” she gave in and began to refill the water basin.  “I won’t do a thing,” he said, “I will just lie still and you do whatever you need to, to get me clean.  OK?”

 

When she returned to his bed side, he was lying back with both his hands under his head, elbows out, looking a little too pleased with himself, she thought.  His eyes were closed.  She took the sheet and folded it down to the top of his two legs casts, exposing his naked parts to the air.  She looked at his face.  He still had his eyes closed but a large smile had taken over his face.  Smug man, she thought, and she felt her panties oozing wetness.  Returning to his genitals she dripped the warm soapy water all around his hips and lower stomach.  Washing with her hands again (even though she thought about sticking to the sponge) she pretty much stayed away from his cock perhaps bumping it once or twice as she moved around.  But to clean his hair she realized she would have to somehow get it out of the way, so with one had she lifted it while the other worked the soap in and around his pubic hair and the base of his shaft.

 

She let his cock go and almost laughed at the way it bounced.  More water and she worked her hands between his legs.  His ball sack was tight but she realized that he appeared like other boys she had seen in this area.  His muscular wrap didn’t seem to invade his most sensitive spots.  She had trouble getting her hand in between his legs and so she went to the end of the bed and moved his legs apart by lifting each foot.

 

It was now much easier to reach under his balls and give him a good cleaning.  Her wrist and arm touch his cock many times and on occasion got it to jump all by itself.  She rinsed him and by this time she was handling his cock rather freely pulling it off to one side with one hand while the other one rinsed with the sponge.  He was now moaning and grunting and she noticed that his Cheshire grin had been replaced with a much more intense expression.  Served him right, she thought.  He asked for it.

 

She had a towel which she had neglected to use when washing the rest of him but now used it between his legs to dry him.  This extra bonus seemed more that he was expecting and when a portion of the towel fell across his stretched cock, his hips began moving in spite of the weight of the two casts on his legs.  She finished and mumbled some comment.  His eyes opened and looked pleadingly at her.  “Please don’t leave me like this.  Please help me.  Please.”

 

She felt sorry for him and took the towel in her hand and then held his cock in it.  She began slowly rubbing the towel up and down along his stiff shaft.  It was as hard as his muscles.  She could feel him looking into her eyes, but she concentrated on the movement of her hand.  When his hand began to reach for her, she quickly said, “No or I’ll stop.”  She moved faster and faster again as his audible breathing quickened with her pace.  He was grunting his approval of her hand movements.  She felt the towel was slowing her down and so she threw it aside using the direct contact of her hand on his flesh.  That did it for him and she was shocked to see his first gush of sperm shoot straight across his body and land on his own chin.  The second on his neck and the third on his chest before the remaining spurts were settling on his stomach.  She was sort of upset that he messed up her fine cleaning job.

 

She took the towel which had been tossed aside and wiped his chin, his neck, his stomach with tender slow strokes.  Then quickly kissed him full on the lips, surprising him, and turning wheeled her cart out of his room.  As she left she made sure to add a little wiggle to her hips, feeling quite satisfied with herself.  The doctor had said he would need an operation and that he would be here for a few weeks.  She was glad she had volunteered in this hospital.

 

This story starts with Parts 1 and 2.  If you have not read them yet, refer to Rush’s Table of Contents.

The manager called the three contestants up on the stage one at a time, and after a few comments to the crowd he announced ‘L’ as the winner.  “Catch them for a lap dance if they are willing,” he said rather lewdly.  “And ‘L’ will be back to do another dance for us later.”  The crowd cheered.  Danielle joined Ellen at her table with Adam and the guys.  She had come alone, and after their moments of rushed pleasure in the dressing room, a special bond had silently developed between the girls.  Adam had a tequila drink ready for Ellen and, she made quick work of it offering the last third to Danielle.  Adam ordered two more drinks for the girls.  The waitress was very attentive to Adam.  He always seemed to have a way of taking over any place they went into. 

 

Ellen hadn’t been seated for five minutes when someone came over and asked if she would give him a lap dance.  “I need to rest for a minute,” she said brushing him off.  “What do you think, Adam, are lap dances out of the question?”  He looked at her with his calm cool blue eyes and smiled, “No, I think you should do some lap dances.  After all we don’t come here every day.” 

 

Ellen’s breath skipped a beat.  She could feel the warm moist area between her legs signaling her excitement.  Adam asked her a few questions about what she liked, was she turned on, and who her favorites were.  He was genuinely enjoying the fact that she was going crazy with excitement.  Ellen marveled at his lack of jealousy and the way he was able to share her body with other men.  She loved this part of him, and silently promised to herself that she would return the favor to him as soon as she could.

 

Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see Mr. Rich asking her for a lap dance.  With a quick nod to Adam she took his outstretched hand and followed him to the V.I.P. area.  Mr. Rich, she thought, has done this before.  The V.I.P. area, in spite of the fancy name, was merely a section of 10 private booths along the back wall that was corded off with velvet ropes. The booths were each walled on three sides and had a heavy curtain in front.  Inside there was a padded bench with a back that went from one side to the other.  It was big enough for two to sit but Mr. Rich sat in the middle.

 

He introduced himself. Coincidently his name was Rich. “Don’t call me Dick” he said. He asked her if she had ever done a lap dance before, and she said no.  Rich explained the rules of the club to her pretty much along the same lines as the manager had described them.  She thought this was very nice of him.  It seemed like he didn’t want to get her in any trouble.  The music started and Ellen stood in front of him swaying to the music.  It wasn’t terribly sexual; just normal club dancing.  Suddenly, the curtain swung open and a man peeked in.  The suddenness of it caused Ellen to release scream.  He left as quickly as he came in.  Rich explained that he was there to keep a count on who was doing shows and that he would show up at the start of each song.  He also made sure that no one went too far.

 

Rich asked Ellen to take off her tube top and her skirt.  In the rush before she went back on stage, she did not take the time to put on her bra or her black panties.  She removed the pieces as he asked and stood before him in only her g string and high heels.  She danced before him much slower than the beat of the music, barely moving her hips in front of him.  As she swayed slowly she tried to move her hips in a sexually suggestive way.  It seemed to capture his attention. 

 

Rich was kind of an average looking guy but there were clear signs of success in his life.  His clothes were nicely fitted, and he had the physique of someone who worked out regularly.  His muscles weren’t bulging but his waist was trim and his chest and shoulders seemed to be proportioned nicely for his somewhat large frame.  His dark black hair was cut short and added to his professional appearance.  Ellen could imagine marrying a man like him; someone who seemed comfortable with himself.

 

Rich asked Ellen if he could suggest a few moves.  “Anything you would like,” she said.  “It’s your nickel.”  He first told her to straddle his knee and then put her hands on the wall behind him.  The he told her to rub her knee against the inside of his thigh.  Ellen leaned on the wall and moved her leg along the inside of his thigh all the way to his crotch being gentle when she reached his balls.  She looked at his crotch as she did this and she could see some stirring going on in his pants.  Then he asked her to rub her crotch against his knee.  Ellen had to crouch a bit to do this, but liked having her crotch pushed against his slacks.  She was probably leaving a moisture trail along his tan pressed slacks.

 

Rich continued to suggest positions for Ellen.  He had her turn her back to him and bend her ass into and onto his crotch.  When she did this she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pant leg.  It was positioned running down along the inside of his left leg, but was straining to stick up.  She moved her ass back and forth in his lap.  His legs were open and she was rubbing his cock with the side of her hip.  He had her put both of her knees on the bench beside him straddling his lap.  She lowered her pussy to his lap and ran it up and down ignoring the rhythm of the song.  Both of them were very aware that her small naked breasts were right in front of his face.  Her nipples had been hard all night.  Now they were pointing directly into his eyes.

 

The song ended and she started to get off of his lap.  “Please I will take another song.”  His voice was slightly meek, almost pleading.  She realized that this poor man was as turned on as she was.  Maybe more so.  Then he added, “In fact, I want a number of songs if that is all right with you.”  She reminded him that it would cost him $20 per song.  He said he would be willing to double her pay with tips if she lived up to his expectations.  If she needed any more motivation (which she didn’t) that provided it.  

 

Another song started. The curtain flashed behind her and she turned too late to see very much of the peeking man.  However, she noticed a man outside the booth sitting at a table beyond the rope trying to look in at them.  Rich asked her to stand for a minute and when she did, he reached into his pants and moved his cock around.  She watched intently as he moved his hard tubular member so that it was aligned with his zipper.  It was certainly big enough to be easily seen, even in the darkness of the curtained room.  There was something about watching him so obviously that tickled her. 

 

She returned to her last position with her breasts in front of his face, her knees on the bench straddling him and her crotch over his zipper.  This time she could feel his member rubbing through his pants and her g string.  She moved slowly along its length opening her own lips with its hardness.  His eyes closed.  She pushed her breasts forward and her nipples poked his closed eyes.  He quickly opened them and she backed off, but kept her nipples within an inch of his face.  She leaned back and put her hands on his shoulders, feeling every inch of his cock in her crotch.  He moaned softly, “I love it when you touch me with your hands.”  She was a bit surprised, but ran her hands down from his shoulder and across his chest.  He moaned and she could feel his hips move under her pussy.  Ellen undid one of the buttons of his shirt and moved her hand inside.  He seemed to love this as she touched his skin and rolled her fingers over his nipples.  She rolled her hips while she did this.

 

She could sense that her torso was getting a little heavy on his cock, so Ellen moved her feet to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his chest and slid down his body as she lowered her knees to the rugged floor.  When her knees almost reached the floor her breasts lay in his lap.  She pressed her tits against his bulging member as she went the last foot to the floor.  Her hands were on his knee and she moved them up along his thighs, slowly toward his mounded lap.  She looked into his eyes from her position on the ground between his legs.  He was looking down at her, almost in a dream state, but with a sense of anticipation.  Closer she inched toward his member.  Knowing there was still time before the song ended, she ran her thumbs up against the edges of his stiffened cock.  Up along its edges she went.  Then Ellen positioned both hands right on top of his member as she slid them down its length slowly.  She watched him as he groaned and smiled.  His legs squeezed her sides.  Her hands kept moving down his thighs and away from his most sensitive area.  She watched his reaction to see if he would be frustrated, anxious or pissed off but he looked pleasantly teased as he stretched like a cat waking up and had the Cheshire grin to match.

 

She ran her hands up again along the tops of his thighs across his abdomen to his hips.  Coming back down however, her hands again met in the middle and slowly traced the hardness of his member. His face was a reflection of his excruciating pleasure.  He seemed to be enjoying the tease and was not in a hurry to cum.  It occurred to Ellen how she could drain this man of every dollar he had by keeping him in this state.  Rich most certainly wasn’t ready to quit.  She stood up straddled one of his knees, put her hands against the wall and, put her knee into his crotch.  She moved it slowly in long strokes. She felt in complete control as the music stopped.  Along with her excitement she loved the feeling of power that she had over this man.

 

Ellen asked him how he was doing and if he was ready to quit.  “I’d like to keep going,” he said.  “But, I’m losing track of how many songs, so let me pay you now for what we have done.”  He reached into his pocket and took out $100.  As she took it from him, she wondered what she would do for change because she had left her money with Adam.  Then Rich handed her another $20 and told her to keep the change as a tip.  Wow she thought.  He will be spending a lot of money on me.  As the next song started, Ellen knew she wanted to please this man completely. 

 

She leaned forward and put her breasts in front of his face.  Rich seemed like a very disciplined student and didn’t move. He allowed her to dance with her breasts coming within a few inches of his face.  Simultaneously her knee was in his crotch.  Light came into the room as the curtain was opened again, but this time Ellen didn’t respond to it or turn around.  She waited a minute for the potential swaying to die down. She deliberately placed her breast against Rich’s face.  Yes, she thought, it was a violation of the rules, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get caught.  He was startled at first, but soon realized that she was deliberately offering her tit to him.  He eagerly sucked on it; sucking then releasing her nipple from the grasp of his mouth then licking and sucking again.  “Nice,” she thought as her nipple got very hard and long.

 

She let him suck one then the other breast.  While he was doing this, she undid a few more buttons on his shirt. She reached inside touching his bare flesh with her fingertips and palms.  He loved her touch and, with more buttons undone she could get both hands in and around most of his upper torso.  She removed her breasts from his face and leaned her head against his.  She kissed him on the side of his face and the side of his neck.  She whispered in his ear, “You can touch me if you want, as long as we don’t get caught.”   Her hands had moved to his shoulders and now she moved them down along the sides of his arms encouraging him to wrap them around her.  She felt his hands touch her thighs just below her ass.  His cool hands felt good and sent a tingle through her body.

 

She lowered herself, kissing his open chest. Rather than go to the floor as she had done before, she only bent over.  Then, she straightened up and turned around, placing her ass in his lap. In his lap was an overturned hull of a boat and, she had a perfect crease for it to rock back and forth in.  She loved the feeling of his hardness running along her ass. His hands were on her hips and, after a few minutes he began to take more control of the rocking rhythm.  She let him dictate the pace by rocking her hips while she kept her balance by pressing her hands against each side of the booth.

 

She bent forward to make more contact with her only slightly covered slit.  She could do this for hours she thought. Could he?  It worried her that he might be getting too close to orgasm, so she stopped the contact and turned around to face him.  He was a mess.  His shirt was open, his hair was mussed and he looked like he was beginning to get a little desperate for an orgasm.  She was concerned about the song ending, so she straddled him. She sat on his lap but didn’t move. Ellen could feel that her pussy was wet and her lips were swollen.  She gently began straightening Rich’s hair and, without redoing any of the buttons, closed his shirt.  He was breathing hard and began to catch his breath.  He showed no signs of anger or irritability, which surprised her. He’s probably had a hard on now for the past 3 hours and a raging one for 40 minutes, she thought.  The song ended.

 

“Had enough?” she asked, then added “I don’t want to break anything.”  “Not quite,” he replied, his voice cracking a bit.  He was an interesting man she thought.  Shy, quiet, disciplined and rich.  All the qualities that one looks for in a man.  The next song started and Rich had enough sense to remove his hands from her legs and put his hands back down on the bench.  Ellen knew this would probably be the last song.  Adam would be worrying.  She began to rub her bottom along his lap again.  Looking up toward the ceiling she was actually more conscious of how it felt to her than to him.  From this angle, she could feel his member along her entire slit right up to clit.  She had to tilt her hips as she rocked to get the full force across her clit.  Her pussy was dripping moisture.

 

While she was rocking she felt the curtain swish and felt the flash of light.  Just in time she thought as she pressed forward and leaned into Rich in order to get the full force of him against her clit.  The angle was such that her breasts were just below his chin, their heads resting against one another like two lovers.  Her soft hot breath loudly blowing across his ear and down into the nape of his neck.  “You know, much more of this and I might just cum,” she whispered to him.  “Please do,” he responded and, then added, “Do you want me to finger you?”  “Oh, please. Yes.”  She repositioned herself.  With both of her knees on the bench, one between his legs one hand on the wall, her legs were open allowing him to easily reach her pussy with one hand.  She could easily reach her hand across his lap and over his member, too and she did just that.

 

She was now straight forwardly masturbating him although it was through the thickness of his jeans.  In return he was doing the same to her.  Of course, all she had on was her g string.  She could feel Rich’s gentle finger tips rolling softly though her soaked little patch of cloth.  He remained on the outside of the material, but it felt wonderful when he was working around her clitoral area.  She was simultaneously rubbing his mound with her hand and leaning her head forward nuzzling his neck.  She did not want to kiss him on the lips.  A few kisses on his neck and cheek would suffice. Kissing him on the lips seemed too intimate, she thought, aware of the massive irony.

 

Gawd his fingers felt good.  Ellen was having a hard time concentrating on what she was doing and had to draw a little deeper to keep her focus.  As she became more focused on him – rubbing near the top of his cock with the bottom of her palm in a small circle – she could feel him lose his concentration on her.  But, like she did, he seemed to get it back.  They went back and forth like this from feeling great to ecstatic, from being in control to out of it, for most of the song.  He had explored her ass, grabbing it hard while she sat and rubbed on his wrist.  He ran his thumb along the length of her lips; up and down a number of times even to her brown hole underneath her.  He ran small circles around her clit and scratched the material over it with his fingertip, rubbing it quickly, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.  She pulled down hard on the material covering his member getting some movement of his foreskin.  She traced a nurturing hand along the entire length.  She pressed her palm on his most sensitive area and rubbed the material in circles over it.  Finally she pulled down his zipper and reached inside leaving just the soft cotton fabric of his shorts between the fingers of her hand and his stiff, hard, fleshy cock. 

 

Boxers or briefs she wondered just before she heard the song ended. A curse escaped her lips as she repositioned herself to sitting facing him on his lap.  In this position her ass covered the fact that he was now unzipped.  He grasped her legs behind her knees, which were both resting on the bench, and pulled her close rather tightly.  Pulling at her was a way for him to release a little tension.  They were both on the verge of an orgasm and as the new song started they had to wait for the checker.  Ellen began rocking on his hips and rubbing her crotch and his member together.  Doing this was keeping her excitement high as well as his.  Where was the damn checker, she thought?  She had to calm down and await his intrusion, but she wanted to just keep going.  She bounced on Rich in a futile attempt to calm herself. 

 

Suddenly the curtain moved and the usual flash of light seemed to hesitate for a while.  She completely stopped moving for a second and the light disappeared.  Oh thank god.  She looked down at Rich.  She smiled and he had a serious puppy dog look on his face.  She lifted off, slid over and returned to the position she had before the music stopped. Her breasts wound up in a different spot right near his mouth.  He started simultaneously to suck on her tit and rub her g string again while she reached inside his pants and found his waiting cock.  It didn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips and, Ellen slowed it down just a bit.  She wanted a minute to concentrate on her own orgasm before she let him squirt.  She paused her thinking and felt him sucking and rubbing.  He sensed her need and began to focus exclusively on her clit.  Yes that’s it, she thought, that’s it.  YES! She had an explosive release.  She bucked and she could feel the juices let go beneath her and her legs wobbled a slight bit.  It was still throbbing away like waves at a beach when she returned to concentrate on rubbing him.  It took a few long slow strokes to get his hips moving and then she sped up her motion, rubbing quickly over the cotton material.  Her legs were clasped around his thigh and her pussy gave her one more pulse just as he arched and began to shoot his load into his pants.  She continued to rub him, slowing down and pulling harder to coincide with his hip thrusts.  Even when it appeared he had finished ejaculating she continued to caress his cock and even reached below to lift his balls.

 

There was plenty of time left in this song for them to clean up and for Ellen to get dressed.  Rich gave her another $100 bill. Ellen wished it was smaller bills because she was a little afraid of what Adam might think happened when she showed him how much she got paid for her “dancing.”  She kissed Rich on the cheek and they left the private booth.  He headed for the door worried whether his pants looked wet. She found her way back to Adam’s table alone.

Ellen heard the announcement and it made her jump.  She quickly downed the rest of her drink as though the half a glass of tequila would help her through this.  Seemingly from out of no where two other girls joined her in the march to dressing room.  Every guy focused on the girls and as Ellen weaved her way between the tightly packed tables she felt her ass brush up against some of the boys.  She didn’t think it was accidental.  A few made comments either to her or to the other members of their tables about her.  She couldn’t make any of the comments out over the music but she could sense the leering lusty attitudes of all the guys.  After all, they were all heated up from watching the regular girls.  She wondered how many hardons there were in the audience. 

 

Stepping into the dressing room she was amazed at how nice if seemed.  There was a row of chairs facing mirrors with a couple of couches on the opposite wall.  There was even a sink.  It was a long narrow room and at the far end there were a few steps that led to a small platform with a curtain to the stage.  She looked at the other two amateurs.  She was surprised that she had not seen them before but then she was distracted by the twins show.  They were both fairly good looking and they both looked very nervous.  She asked them if they had ever done this before and both said no.  They introduced themselves as they waited for the manager. 

 

When the manager arrived he wasted little time.  Each girl would have three songs.  Start fully dressed and get down to your underwear by the end of the first song; bra off for the second song; and everything off in the last song.  Rough guidelines he said.  Does anyone want to back out?  The three girls looked at each other but said nothing.  The manger: you get to keep your tips and the most popular girl wins $250 and comes out for one additional set of three songs.  The guys are not allowed to touch you except to put a dollar in your garter.  Absolutely no touching above the garter.  You may touch them, but if they touch you and you allow it you will be disqualified.  Also, no masturbating on the stage.  You may touch your tits and put your hand on your pussy but no penetration and no rubbing your clit.  Any questions?  A silent pause.  Good luck.  Then he left.

 

There was a moment of confusion when the girls decided what order they would go in.  Ellen wound up last.  She was kind of glad because it gave her more time but then she wondered if she would get more nervous.  She was watching through the open curtain to the stage.  The first girl was dark, Mediterranean looking and voluptuous without being over weight.  The boys responded well to her and cheered when she took off her bra exposing her large plump breasts.  She was awkward though.  Not really a good dancer. And she left a lot of tips in the audience when she finished.  She didn’t seem to have the ability to move around quickly and pick up the money. 

 

Soon it was the second girl’s chance and she was so nervous that she was shaking.  She stayed positioned at the back side of the stage up against the full wall mirror that covered the back of the stage.  She was wearing a blouse that buttoned down the front and she would slowly open each button and dancing in between.  She was ignoring the guys sitting at the rail who were holding dollars for her.  By the end of the first song she had opened all of the buttons of her blouse and had flashed a few times but had taken nothing off. 

 

As the second song began the crowd began to encourage her.  A chorus of ‘take it off’ started softly and grew in volume and intensity.  For some reason Ellen found this very exciting.  That all of these guys men and boys wanted to see a naked woman.  But the girl on stage continued to tease.  She opened her blouse and held her bra covered breasts in her hands.  She swayed to the music.  The chant continued and as she opened the belt to her jeans and undid the top button, it seemed like everyone in the place was chanting.  Take it off.  Suddenly Ellen realized that the girl looked terrified and as the chanting continued it seemed to make her feel more scared.  She stopped and just stood there for a moment with her blouse open and the top of her jeans undone. 

 

A moan came from the audience and the chant began again but more insistently.  The girl suddenly broke into tears and ran off the stage almost falling down the stairs into the dressing room.  She slumped into one of the couches and sobbed.  Ellen went over put her arms around her comforting her.  “I just can’t do it,” she said.  Outside the dressing room you could hear another chant rising.  “We want tits.  We want tits.”  The DJ tried to calm them down and announced that the next girl was ready, “so let’s welcome “L” to the stage.  It was Ellen’s turn and there was no turning back.

 

She marched out on to the stage in a deliberate strut.  The chant gave way to an overwhelming cheer.  She strutted around the perimeter of the stage looking down at each of the guys seated at the edge of the stage.  She loved the cheers and the response the boys were giving her.  She moved to the center and swayed her hips deliberately with the music, pounding them to each side.  More cheers and she could see the money being raised up for her.  She marched over to one end of the semicircle where a young man about 22 had a dollar raised in her direction.  She turned around right in front of him and bent over so he could clearly see her black panties from behind. Then turning back toward him she reached out taking his money and dipping her breasts in close to him.

 

She started moving down the line, squatting in front of one man, opening her legs to the next, letting one put his dollar into her garter while she stared down at him, his eyes fixated on her panties.  When she got to the middle she turned her back to the audience and began to remove her tube top.  A few whistles went up and she changed her mind.  She turned back to the audience and with her hands on her hips she bumped a few rhythms with her hips.  Afraid that they might have a repeat the crowd quickly went into chant mode: take it off.  Ellen crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and lifted it over her head in one swift movement.  A cheer went up.

 

Ellen realized she had them eating out of her hand.  That they liked what they saw.  It gave her a warm feeling all over and made her pussy run with her juices.  She looked over to Adam’s table and while looking from Adam to Zeke to Jimmy, she slipped her thumbs inside the elastic waistband and lowered her skirt to the floor.  Each was encouraging her and she could tell from the lustful look in their eyes that they were all hard.  That was exciting she thought. 

 

Now in her black panties, see though black bra and garter she moved to the opposite end of the circle and started to collect her tips.  She primarily just put her leg out and let the guys put the dollar into her garter.  Moving down the line from guy to guy each seemed to be willing to contribute.  As she stood over them she would look lustfully into each boy’s eyes and touch herself somewhere for them.  Sometimes she would hold her breast in one hand.  Sometimes she would run her finger over her nipple.  Sometimes she would run her hand all around her hip and across her belly.  And sometimes she would place her hand over her black panties and run it slowly up while she looked deeply into their eyes.  The boys were touching her leg and many were caressing it a little.   She liked their touches and once she deliberately moved the garter higher up on her leg from a position of mid thigh to a position much closer to her panties.

 

She could feel the crowd getting closer.  Men came up behind those sitting at the stage and offered their dollars in between those who were seated.  Ellen was beginning to get very turned on.  Her insecurities about how she would do had melted away even as her dancing gave way to some sort of sexual movement around the edge of the stage.  Her legs were even shaking a bit.  She stepped back from the edge for a minute and removed her high heels.  Her legs were still shaking and she knew it was from being excited.  Could there be anything hotter than to be surrounded by a bunch of men who all desired her.  She knew she would be naked in front of all of them soon and she thought she almost couldn’t wait to have an orgasm.

 

The song ended.  She was amazed how long a song it was.  But that was her cue to disappear back behind the curtain to remove her bra. The girl from before was still there and seemed to be calm.  “How are you doing?”  “Oh I’m fine now.  Boy you sure have them eating out of your hand.  You are making me hot watching you.”

 

Her bra was off now and the next song had started.  The crowd was chanting, “We want ‘L’.”  She came back onto stage with her naked breasts held and covered by her hands.  She slowly walked around the edge of the stage looking at all the men who had gathered there. You could almost see their tongues hanging out.  She went to her favorite young man.  He was handsome and seemed completely in lust with her.  She knelt in front of him and took her hands off of her breasts reaching for his hand.  She held his hand for a moment in a very tender way and she removed the dollar between his fingers.  Then she quickly put the bill under her garter and returned her hands to her breasts.  She looked around for next most popular man and repeated this action a few times.

 

Then she returned to the middle of the stage, let her breasts hang free for everyone to see and danced.  Then stopped dancing and rubbed her hands up along her sides continuing until she reached her breasts.  She lifted each of her tiny breasts and brought her hands across her nipples.  Her nipples which were set in small reddish brown areolas were tight and taut.  That they were hard could be seen by people at the far end of the bar.  Her tits weren’t much but when her nipples got hard boy did they stand out.  And the guys loved them. They cheered and whistled as she touched them.  It felt good to Ellen to touch them and so she stood there for a few minutes looking into the audience and touching her naked nipples while they whooped and hollered at her. 

 

She saw Adam and he was smiling and hooting with everyone else.  She turned her back on the audience and slipped her panties down revealing her tiny g string.  Off course there wasn’t much to reveal of the g string from the back and her cute little ass was now fully exposed.  She moved closer to the mirror a bit and leaned into it bending her ass toward the audience.  Steadying herself with one hand on the mirror she took the other hand and traced a line from her ass to her clit.  Only a few could see her finger touch her clit in the mirror but she did it mostly for herself anyway.  A couple of traces, then back to collecting money.

 

She realized that there was too much money to collect.  Too many men holding too many dollars.  Almost all the spaces between the seated men were now filled with other guys from the table trying to get her attention.  She spotted Zeke.  How could you miss his enormous frame towering over a young man seated in front of him?  Ellen walked over to where he was took his dollar and thrusting her hips at him with her legs slightly apart, she traced her finger along the front of her g string.  She looked at him but he was only looking wide eyed at her fingertip as it spread her swollen lips under the cover of her tiny cloth patch.

 

People where trying to get her attention and she spotted one man holding up a $10 bill.  She quickly left Zeke to his imaginings and walked quite deliberately over to the seated man with the big bill.  First she rubbed her breasts and her nipples.  She took the bill from him and then sat down on the floor in front of him and spread her legs before him.  She took her g string in her hand and moved it aside to show him her clean shaven pussy.  He liked that so much he actually threw another ten dollars at her!

 

Ellen decided that she would simply operate from the floor for a while.  By rolling over she could move herself a few seats over and she started to work the collection this way.  She would spread her legs and let the boy reach up under her garter while she squeezed and played with her naked nipples.  Some of the boys were getting a bit daring in their touches but with the extra crowd around and her lying on the stage, she was sure the manager or the DJ couldn’t see what was going on.

 

The song ended and she stood up again.  It was time to remove her g string.  Her garter belt was packed with singles and so she emptied that out as well.  As she moved to the middle of the stage, she noticed the other girl was watching her intently from the open curtain to the dressing room.  She moved over to her, “Do you want to take this off for me,” Ellen asked her.  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly.  “Then come out here and do it.”  When she came onto the stage there was a smattering of boos and hisses.  But Ellen whispered something in her ear and then stood forward facing the audience.  The girl got in behind her bent down so her face was near Ellen’s ass.  For a moment it looked like she was hiding behind Ellen.  Then her hands reached around in front and from Ellen’s hips began rolling the g string off of her. 

 

The crowd went wild. They loved the idea.  And Ellen just defiantly stood and looked at her audience.  Lots of talking back and forth between them.  The girl was slowly pulling the g string off.  (It was a bit moist after all.  Soaking would be more accurate.)  The crowd cheered again as Ellen stepped out of it.  The girl behind her stood up and Ellen turned to her, thanked her and then surprised everyone by kissing her fully on the lip.  The crowd erupted again. My god, thought Ellen, I am so excited.  She turned around again as the girl left the stage.  It seemed as though every man in the place was trying to get at the stage.  She calmly looked them over gazing from one end to the other while she stood there stark naked in front of them.  Inside her heart was pounding and her knees were weak.

 

She looked over to her rich man and sure enough he was holding another ten.  That’s where I will start. She walked over to him wearing only her garter belt and put her hand on her pussy.  She slowly ran her hand up over her pussy.  She could feel how smooth it was from its afternoon shaving.  She stood right in front of him and with both hands she separated her pussy lips for him.  He dropped the ten at her feet and put another new one in his hand.  Ellen moved her fingertips up and down moving the skin around her clit without actually touching it.  She wondered if he knew how good it felt to her.  He dropped the second ten and pulled out another one. 

 

She knelt in front of him, and then sat back on her legs.  The crowd hid her from the staring eyes of the manager.  She took her garter belt and opened it for the man’s ten dollar bill and in doing so deliberately rode the garter up even higher.  It was now as high as it could go, the band right up against her crotch.  She had one section lifted as if telling him to slip it in under there.  Then she moved the opening.  She moved it from the top of her leg to the inside of her leg.  His hand took the ten and placed it under the band of her garter.  His fingers grazed her lips and lightly touched her clit.  She continued to show him some patience opening her legs just a little more for him and he slowly pushed his finger down her slit and into her wet hole.  There were only a small group of people who could see what he did because of the angle but they screamed in excitement and Ellen realized she might be getting into trouble.

 

She rose up, adjusted her garter to the original mid thigh position and while she was picking up her money, Mr. Rich dropped a grateful twenty, smiled at her and smelt his finger.  She again started moving around the rim collecting all the money before the music ran out.  She just placed her leg in between the boys and she had many hands putting the money into her garter.  While she did this she continued to look at the donors as she held her breast, played with her nipple or placed her hand on her pussy.  She was so wet, she almost thought of just giving in to the temptation to let the boys have their fun with her body but she could see now that the manager was straining himself to see what was happening.  All the hoopla had made him suspicious that Ellen was giving out more than she should.

 

So she kept moving from one group of hands to the next, touching herself as she went.  It was easy for her to look lustful because she had a desire like she had never felt before.  She was dizzy with the odor of lustful men wanting her.  And she was thrilled that they wanted her.  It was a high for her.  Very good for her ego.  At the same time she wanted to be used.  Her mind was wondering when she could orgasm as her hand went to her pussy again and she looked into the eyes of an older man who gave her a twenty.  She let him slip it into her garter just as the last song ended. Quickly Ellen picked up her clothes and money and left the stage after a quick bow. 

 

The crowd was still cheering when she entered the dressing room.  The girl had been watching her from the steps and backed up as Ellen came in.  She put an arm around Ellen and kissed her neck.  “Sit with me,” she whispered to Ellen.  Ellen saw that there were two other regular girls in the dressing room sitting at makeup tables.  She followed the other girl to a couch where the girl sat down and instructed Ellen to sit on her lap.  When she did the girl kissed her and put her fingers in between her legs.  Ellen thought what the hell, even though she had never been with a woman before and she spread her legs, reached down and started playing with her clit.  As she did this the other girl put her slid her fingers inside of Ellen’s soaking pussy and found her g spot.  She attacked it with two fingers while Ellen played with her own clit.

 

The two regular girls looked on through their mirrors well aware of what was going on.  “Amateurs!” one said huffily to the other.  Ellen didn’t care.  She was kissing this strange girl and rubbing her clit and feeling her fingers inside of her and coming.  And coming.  An explosive orgasm that was interrupted by the manager entering the dressing room.  Following him was the first Mediterranean girl.  He stopped a bit startled at what he saw and as soon as he understood what was happening he just watch as the girls finished.  When Ellen looked at him he had a big shit eating grin on his face.  “Liked that, did you?  Maybe you’d like to work here.  You can get off every night with one of the girls if you like.”

 

He turned to the girl under Ellen.  “Last chance deary, do you want to give it another try?”  She shook her head no looking down.  “Well then let’s all get dressed – that means you ‘L’ and we’ll go onstage to announce the winner.  That would also be you “L”.  You get to do one more set and after that you get your prize money.  Although you look like you did OK on your tips.  Perhaps we should deduct your tips,” he joked.  “I will let you girls circulate for a while with the customers.  If they want you to do a lap dance you take them to the V.I.P. Section along the wall. The cost is $20 a dance for one song and you split that with me.  So if I see you in the V.I.P area I expect $10 from you for every song you are there.  Same touching rules apply. They can touch you below the garter belt but no where else. You, of course, can touch them but no hands on their cocks.  Any questions?”

 

Ellen would collect her prize money that night after Adam let her do a series of lap dances for Mr. Rich and a couple of other customers and after she fulfilled her obligation of another set later in the evening.  All in all she came home with over $700 that night and enjoyed three of the best orgasms of her life but we’ll leave the tale of the other two for another time.

 

Part 3, A Very Private Dance, can be found HERE. (Don’t forget to comment.)

 

This is the second part of a 2 part story.  The first part can be found here:

http://weblog.xanga.com/RushmoreJ/644265002/ally-part-1.html

 

The next morning they were on the road.  They chatted for hours and had some hours of just quiet companionship.  Her mind wandered during these silences and she kept thinking about the night before.  The view she had of her dad’s hardon and his masturbating and the way the girls warmed up to him.  He seemed in such a good mood this morning but she thought he must be frustrated sexually.  Nasty thoughts were entering her mind.

 

After 10 hours in the car, they found their motel where they had a reservation.  Apparently the motel thought that the reservation was for a husband and wife and instead of reserving a room with two beds, they reserved a room with a large king size bed.  Since it was all they had, they decided to make the best of it.  The bed was certainly large enough to share and Ally actually found herself excited by the idea of sharing a bed with him.

 

They were both tired, in part from staying up so late last night and decided after a quick dinner in the motel to go back to their room and get some rest.  Once in their room, Ally settled in to take a bath and asked her dad if he needed to use the bathroom first.  While he was in there, she took off her clothes and wrapped a towel around her.  When she sat down the towel ended at the very top of her legs.  She was putting her hair up when her dad returned.  They engaged in small talk but she noticed that he was glancing over her whole body while they talked.  She got up, went into the bathroom and bent over to test the water.  It was a little hot, so she adjusted the water slightly and returned to the bedroom.  When she stood up straight the size of her breasts opened the slit slightly, which was located in the middle of her front.  She exposed a slight bit of the flesh of her right side through the slit when she walked into the room. 

 

Soon the bath was ready and she closed the bathroom door but left it slightly ajar (so the steam of the hot bath could escape?).  As she lay in the tub her back was to the door.  Around the faucets, however, was a silver plate that acted like a mirror and gave her a view of the bedroom.  She could see her dad peeking through the doorway and decided to tease him.  She laid back and spread out her legs with her knees up.  She slowly waved her hand in the water causing a stream to move up in between her legs.  She liked the feeling of water pulsing through her slit and often used the bath as a prelude to masturbating.  Sometimes she would reach fulfillment in the tub; often she would have to finish in bed.  But she started now and didn’t know when she would finish.  She could see her dad’s movement in the now dim room reflected in the faucet shield.  He kept peeking in at her. 

 

She continued to pulse the water between her legs but also took time to wash her breasts and each leg.  She was very conscious of how if looked to her peeping dad.  She decided to wash her pussy by sticking her hips up and out of the water and ran the soap all over until it was good and soapy.  She lathered the suds for much longer than was necessary to get her clean but she was enjoying it.  Soon she rinsed and drained the tub.  It took her another 10 minutes to dry off and return to the bedroom.  She managed to wrap the towel a little higher than before.  As she moved around the room and bent over slightly for putting things back in the draws, the round bottom of her ass would show.

 

Her dad was lying in bed in his pajamas watching TV.  She decided to wear a tshirt and panties to bed and she dropped the towel in front of her dad with full frontal nudity.  With little delay she turned her back bent over and got her panties out of the dresser.  They were white cotton panties but rather clingy and cute.  She put on an extra large tshirt and crawled in to the other side of the bed. 

 

Her dad was so excited from watching her in the tub – lusting after her body – that he deliberately was sitting with his knees up in the bed and when she got in he lay on his side to hide his erection.  It would be a difficult night he thought, not being able to masturbate when his daughter was in the same bed with him.  And yet he imagined lying with her all night possibly touching her in his sleep and waking up with his arm around her as a kind of sweet torture.  He couldn’t sleep but he turned off the TV and the light and said a polite good night.  He thought giving her a light kiss goodnight would be too dangerous.

 

She tossed and turned a few times eventually lying on her back.  Her arms were by her side and had plenty of room to move about.  She wanted to touch her father, just to make some sort of contact.  He didn’t seem at all flirtatious like he was last night with her friends and she was afraid now is she came on to him that he would get mad or think terribly of her.  She had her hopes raised when she saw him peeking at her but now he seemed just interested in going to bed and not admitting his curiosity.

 

Ten minutes went by during which she could help but press her hand on the triangle of her public area, two fingers slightly separating her lips, and her long finger poking at her opening.  But mostly she just held her hand and her fingers in one place and pressed as though to hold in the burning in her pussy.  Since she didn’t come while she was in the tub she was very horny.  She gave a couple of tired stretches and moved her right hand toward him.  He was lying on his side facing away from her and her hand drifted toward his bottom.  With one last stretch as though she were asleep she left her hand laying against his ass.  He felt it and thought she must be asleep.  He was thinking he should do the same but he couldn’t stop thinking about her beautiful body, her warm hand and his engorged cock.

 

She felt his slight shifting which caused her hand to rest slightly differently each time he did it.  Hmmmm, she thought, I wonder if that is deliberate.  So she tossed and turned and rolled her whole body over close to him.  On her side, too, she cupped him but at a distance of about a foot.  She had her hands folded into her chest and the fingertips of one just touched his upper back.  She had moved well into the middle of the bed but he still had plenty of room.  After a few minutes went by she casually put one arm around him.  He didn’t move.  A few minutes later and she was cuddling him spooned in against his rounded back.  He could feel her breasts pressing against his back.  He assumed she was asleep as her warm breath on the back of his neck seemed so relaxed.

 

When she cuddled she gave him gentle hugs and let her hair graze his neck and she breathed gently on his neck.  After 15 minutes or so she rolled over away from him.  His is the next move she thought.  He was in a half sleep.  He had found her cuddling so comfortable.  It felt so right.  He rolled over onto his back.  His hard on had slightly lessened and was lying on his stomach.  Suddenly he felt his daughter stir and her hand moved across his stomach only inches from the top of his cock.  It started to grow to its full length involuntarily and its head poked against the side of her resting hand.  Her hand in a very natural moved over the top of it and slowly drew down its length.  Oh my god he thought, she must not know what she is doing.

 

She moved closer and cuddled against him with her breasts tucked in around his chest.  A shock ran through him as her legs wrapped around his.  She kissed him on the shoulder.  “I want to put your cock in my mouth,” she said and rubbed up and down the length of it with her hand.  He said nothing and she began kissing his chest and his stomach with soft deliberate passionate kisses.  He still didn’t move except to put one of his hands around her shoulders.  Soon she had worked her way down to his cock, easily pushed his pajamas down and kissed his shaft for awhile before enveloping it with her mouth.  Her hand wrapped around it tightly now as hand and mouth worked together to bring him to his full length.  Her hair fell against the flesh where his legs met his waist.  It felt so exciting but he kept reminding himself that this was his daughter and he shouldn’t be doing this.  Not with his little baby.

 

But she continued with an animal like quality that he couldn’t resist.  She made love to him while he didn’t actively participate.  She shifted around him moving all over his body.  Taking off his pants, kissing his legs, letting her flowing hair scrape along her fathers legs.  She lifted his top and kissed his chest rubbing her wet pussy along his bare naked leg.  She sucked on his nipples and placed her cotton panties right on his stretching cock.  They kissed, full on the lips and he gave in to his desire to hold her and he enveloped her body with his arms.  It was a passionate kiss followed by many quick kisses around each other’s face.

 

He looked into the face of his daughter and realized the love he had for her.  How dearly he thought of her.  What affection and warmth he felt for her.  And her body against his was so exciting.  Young, smooth, tight skin encapsulating in her firm curves.  Her breasts were so firm and her nipples were hard – little hard pebbles pointing through her tshirt.  He gave in completely to his desires and wanted to show her how good he was in bed.  He rolled over on top of her and lifted her tshirt over her head.  He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts while he licked on her beautiful hard nipples.  He licked on them and blew air across the wet nubs and repeated it.  He found his way to the junction of her legs, trailing kisses down along her stomach.  He hungrily lapped at the lips to her secret place listening eagerly to her increasing moans.  She was a moaner like her mother except less inhibited in their private room miles from anyone they knew.

 

He lapped and licked and sucked using her moaning as a guide to her satisfaction.  With a slow sucking technique on the head of her clit, she came and his fingers which were inside her could feel her ejaculating.  He stayed with her erratic rhythm using kisses licks and sucks until she was fully spent.  Or at least so he thought.  She pulled him energetically up and on top of her and begged him to fuck her.  He found the phrase so exciting.  “Please fuck me daddy.  Fuck me now.”

 

He positioned his cock inside of her and gave way to his own desire to pump her tight vaginal tunnel.  Moving in and out felt so good.  He started with a fast pace and went even faster responding to the complementary hip movements of his daughter.  She was an animal, he thought again.  But great fun in bed.  He pulled out just as he came and pressed his cock in between their stomachs squirting in short hard thrusts.  She hugged him close and felt his squirting.  She felt good about what she had done in spite of the taboos.  She loved her daddy and giving him satisfaction pleased her.  Seeing him so happy and affectionate and loving pleased her too.  It was going to be an interesting vacation, she thought.

She loved her daddy.  Even though he was her step father.  He married her mom when she was little and he was every bit her ‘real’ father.  She was so proud of him.  He was always there for her and he adored her.  He was coming to her dorm, stay over one night, and from there the two of them were continuing west to California.  He was going to show her LA and drive up the coast to San Francisco, and visit with her uncle.

 

He arrived on Friday about 4:00 having taken the day off from work.  He had just driven 400 miles and he was concerned that his neck hurt a little bit.  There was a lot of driving yet to do.  Although he remembered that Ally had been driving now for many years and could.  They were only a few hundred miles from LA and they had a whole week to stroll up the coast and would still be able to spend time with Rick.

 

Ally missed her dad.  Her heart just welled up when she saw him.  He was coming across the campus from the parking lot and Ally spotted him at a distance.  She started to jog toward him but evidently he hadn’t seen her yet.  As he walked across, she thought he cut a dashing figure.  He had a positive – I’m going somewhere – step in his walk, a slim figure for his age, and carried a certain air of enjoyment wherever he was.  He always dressed well for his shape and his well tailored sport coat obstructed any love handles he may have developed.  A dash of gray at his temples gave him a rugged masculine look. 

 

They greeted and hugged and kissed.  Big daddy hugs.  She always felt like a girl in his arms, not fully the woman she had become.  She wished he was with her all the time so he could see how she has grown.  They relaxed in her room, went to dinner, stopped in the bookstore and visited a couple of the nicer casual places on campus.  They talked.  They never ran out of things to tell each other or topics and attitudes to explore and exchange.  They wound up back in Ally’s room about 7:30, just when everyone was getting ready to leave or party.  Since this was the start of vacation week, the books were forgotten and by tomorrow night the place would be a ghost town.  But many preferred to stay on campus Friday night to party and leave for home with the casualness of Saturday.  The freshmen would, of course, all leave, which was OK by her.  Since she was a junior this year, she found the freshmen bothersome. 

 

Maria, Ally’s roommate had met her father before and found he was easy to talk to.  She said “hi” to them before when he dropped off his bag.  She was getting ready to go home.  She only lived a short distance and she wasn’t planning on leaving until 9:00.  Ally’s father thanked her in advance for the use of her bed.  “Now don’t be making me clean the sheets,” Maria said.  “I know how you young studs can be getting your cream all over things.  Don’t be seducing none of my sisters, now!  “She went on to say how she hadn’t had a stud in her bed for over 6 months.  Maybe the bed would have special soaking power.

 

It was a girls only dorm but the girls were pretty used to having boyfriends stay over.  They acted very nonchalant about it.  There was a public bathroom in the center of the floor, so the boys used it too when they were staying with someone.  The bathroom was set up with a large row of independent stalls and a wall facing with individual sinks.  A break in the wall of sinks led to the showers which also were set up with private individual stalls.  Each shower stall had a small antechamber used for changing and towels.  Most of the girls just wore their robes into the shower.  The school modestly had extra to spare.

 

Maria wanted to take a shower before she left because she would be seeing her boyfriend when she arrived home.  She stripped down in the middle of the room, right in front of Ally’s father!  He couldn’t help but watch her even though he felt Ally’s eyes on him.  But he continued a casual conversation with Maria which helped to disguise the intensity of his biological reaction to this voluptuous young woman stripping off her clothes in front of him.  The room wasn’t big enough to not look!  Maria got undressed down to her white panties and bra.  The panties were cut quite low in a bikini style and they looked a bit small for her as the cotton fabric was fully stretched.

 

Daddy seemed all right to Ally.  She thought this kind of experience might be embarrassing for him but he seemed as oblivious as could be.  Maria began gathering up her bathroom stuff – her makeup, her dryer, her toothpaste bag – and put them in a neat pile on the table.  She then went and got her robe.  It was a school issued robe and was made of thin linen material, cut to about mid thigh.  She turned her back to Ally’s father, facing Ally and removed her bra without turning around, her entire naked back exposed to his view.  She then put on the robe and slid her panties off.  It was certainly modest enough.  Then he spotted the mirror on the desk next to Ally.  Too late for any glimpse this time.  “Can I help in any way, Maria,” he joked.  “Sure,” she said and she tossed him her used panties.  “Wash these for me while I shower, will you, Sport!”  She was joking of course, he thought, while his hands gently held her used panties, fingertips at attention.  He almost closed his eyes.

 

He, too, had to use the toilette and he excused himself shortly after Maria left.  Maybe he would get a chance to see her in the bathroom.  He wanted to see more of her tits.  No sign of Maria when he got to the bathroom, but there were plenty of other girls walking around.  He concentrated on not staring and found a stall.  Before he sat down he heard someone enter the stall next to his.  He sat there for a few minutes unable to go even though his bladder was full.  Partly, it was his hardon.  It was hard to get it relaxed as he stared out between the edges of the stall door watching the parade of young, healthy, well shaped bodies roll by.  Even though they were dressed in robes some of them wore them open not knowing there was a man in a stall.  From this angle he could see a few patches of hair as they walked by.

 

He suddenly realized the girl in the next stall was beginning to moan.  He hadn’t heard any trickle coming from her stall either but he was more concentrated on his own until now.  Now he completely forgot about taking his own piss and just listened to the growing moans of the girl next door who was obviously in the throes of sexual desire.  He began to think that she deliberately followed him into the next stall.  This must be her little sexual trick to get herself off.  She knew he was in here.  It didn’t take but a second for her to follow him in.  She saw him although he didn’t see her and that excited him.  That he was the focus of a young girl’s masturbation fantasy.  Actually he should realize that they are young women now, most in their twenties, like his daughter.

 

She was moaning loud enough so he could clearly hear but soft enough that the girls at the sinks couldn’t hear.  But she knew he could hear!  The moans grew rapidly in pace and loudness.  He was amazed at how quickly she came to an orgasm.  It was a twisted whimpering orgasm, clearly holding back the loud grunts she wanted to release.  He felt it was late and he had to get back before Ally would wonder what he was doing, even though he hadn’t been able to take his piss.  Also he wanted to get a look at the girl next to him and if he gauged her right she would be out of the stall in a hurry.

 

He cleaned up quickly and was able to get out of the stall right after her.  He could see her cringe just a bit when his door opened right behind hers.  She was a petite young lady, wearing her own robe, but it was tied at the hips showing off a nice waist and a small but pleasing behind.  He looked up and realizing he was being watched by her in the mirror over the sink.  They made eye contact and looking into the smile on his face – a real shit eating, full of wonderment smile – she couldn’t help but smile back at him.  She had a pixie face and wore no makeup.  She might be a bit homely by the standards of college studs but he found her beautifully honest about her sexuality.  Even if she was desperate or had done this many times before, the idea of his mature physique getting a young girl off was particularly good for his male ego.  She had a great body but just hadn’t recognized its appeal yet.

 

While washing his hands, he continued to look at her, more leeringly as he went, letting her know he wanted her with little anticipation that anything could happen.  With a little makeup and confidence, she could be a heart breaker.  She saw him looking her over from bottom to her top, when his eyes caught hers, desire raced between them. 

 

But he had to get back and soon he was back in Ally’s room.  They talked some more and soon Maria returned from the shower.  Her hair was still up in a towel and her face showed the briefest sign of added makeup.  He wondered why she took the hairdryer if she didn’t dry her hair.  Maybe she wanted to get back sooner to the flirtation they had begun, he fantasized.  His bladder was still full but his cock was even fuller and his hardon was taking over all feelings of his body.

 

Maria was dressed in the robe and not much else he assumed.  She spent a few minutes dashing here and there in the room before she stood in front of the mirror at her corner desk.  Leaning forward, she took a brush to her long hair and brushed it to one side.  When she leaned forward, the loosely tied robe opened a V down her front exposing much of her brown skinned breast.  Then she reached for the dryer and began to apply it to one side of her hair.  She stood up straight but tilted her head to one side with a posture that leaned to one side.  The result of this was an opening from the bottom that ran along the middle of the bulge of her right leg.  The opening, of course, got smaller as it raised higher in an inverted V, but he could swear that he can see a spot at the very top that is on her leg but in a higher position than her pussy.  The visible strip of skin tells him she has yet to put her underwear on.

 

When she finishes with one side, she repeats the routine on the other, except that this time, the slit winds up on the other leg and a lot closer to the middle.  Keeping up his end of the conversation is difficult and he is deflecting the conversation to her by asking her about her family.  A simple question about someone in her family seemed to get Maria talking at a rapid rate.  She came from a large mixed race family and had a beautiful light brown skin color.  Black bushy hair could definitely be seen peeking out near the top of the slit.  It wasn’t all the way to the top but appeared a few inches down.  If the slit moved over just a bit, he might be able to see the whole bush.  As if on his command, Maria shifted her weight and there it was in its black beauty.  He could clearly see the triangle and where her legs met.  He looked up and Maria was talking and looking at him but kind of generally at him, apparently unaware of the show she was giving him.  Ally was busy writing something in her journal.

 

He had a raging hardon and Ally had noticed it creating an unmistakable bulge in his pants.  Her dad was still carrying on a conversation with Maria, but the sight of Maria in her bathrobe was obviously too much for the old man.  She wondered if he had gotten much, or any at all, since divorcing her mother five years ago.  She reached for her journal and jotted down a few notes about her dad, deliberately giving him more freedom to ogle Maria.  Maria was cool and they seemed to be hitting it off well.

 

Maria finished her hair and went through the reverse procedure from getting undressed.  With her back to him, she first put on her panties, then off came the robe.  Except this time, the white bikini panties were replaced by the barest thong.  It was just a string running along her crack from this angle, leaving nothing of her perfect ass hidden.  He barely watched her put on her bra but just stared at her behind.  Ally saw his stare and found it cute.  She almost laughed.  My dad is horny, she wrote in her journal.  Mercifully, Maria walked around in her underwear for only a short time before she got fully dressed.

 

Ally suggested that they take in the movie, downstairs in the dorm’s large TV room.  They were showing “It’s All About Mary!”  Soon they had said there good byes to Maria and while they were early to arrive, the best seats on the couch right in front were taken.  Ally suggested that Dad take the large armchair that sat off to the side and a little behind the second row.  She said there was seldom visual interference there and the seat was the most comfortable.  Ally sat a bit in front of her dad. 

 

The girl from the toilette came in and sat on the other side of the room.  She was wearing a T-shirt and white panties with some design on them, flower buds, perhaps, he thought.  About 10 girls in all came to watch the movie.  The rest were on their way home or out partying by now.  At least half of the girls were wearing some sort of college age sleepwear: the rest very casual clothes.  Ally’s dad was seeing flashes of panties and braless nipples everywhere he looked.  Throughout the movie, the girl in the T-shirt was flirting with him.  Flashing her panties at him from all kinds of angles.  With her legs lifted up on the arm of a nearby chair, her T-shirt wouldn’t cover her legs.  She would sit squat legged on the chair facing her pussy right across the room at him.  Then shift to sit sideways on the chair and let the cotton of her panties stretch across her exposed bottom.  She even cuddled her breasts a bit or a casual scratch.  And towards the end of the movie, she had her hands between her legs.  She made eye contact with him throughout the physical flirting she was doing.  And then there was the occasional brief focus on one of the girls walking to the nearby kitchen.

 

Ally had no idea what was going on behind her back or so he thought, even though he missed laughing on a few of the physical gags in the movie.  He was thinking that he had had enough sexual stimulation for one day and as they left after the movie, he was looking forward to going to Ally’s room for the night. 

 

The hallways were seeing a few of the girls returning for the night.  She suggested a cup of tea before bed and he agreed.  Then his daughter closed the door to the room and began to take her clothes off.  She did so quietly and gracefully.  He couldn’t help but notice how his little girl had all grown up and developed a more beautiful body than her mother ever had.  He found his hardon confusing but when she removed her bra without turning around as Maria had done, he was immediately and undeniably turned on.  She had full but perky breasts.  So firm they almost seemed to be still in a growth stage.  Her teats were quite prominent and seemed to be just the right size to complement the breast.  How many men have suckled those nipples, he thought?  She did turn to the side, almost around, when she removed her panties and he got a good view of her ass.  It was so white and pristine, plump and resilient.  He wanted to kiss her cheeks and not the ones near her nose.

 

She got dressed into her flannel PJ’s rather quickly and left to make some tea in the kitchen.  While she was gone, he took the opportunity to change into his PJ’s without embarrassment.  They were made of a dark steel blue silk and he liked the feel of silk on his body.  Their deep color, open cut in front, and rugged rope-like sash gave them a masculine persona.  He now noticed that his hardon was also very easy to spot under the silk.

 

The hallways were getting busier and it sounded like a number of girls had settled outside of Ally’s door to talk in alcohol amplified voices.  He and Ally were sitting on each of the two beds (he on Maria’s) facing each other talking when suddenly the door burst open.  Ally – are you there, a voice broke in.  It was Megan.  She was obviously tipsy and effervescent in her speech.  After asking permission to interrupt them, she went on to talk about her night, running into her true love at the bar.  She was still dressed, wearing blue jeans and a Tshirt.  She didn’t appear to be wearing a bra since her hardened nipples could be seen poking into the tight cotton.  She had ample breasts and seemed to be unaware of her nipples.  She sat down on the same bed as Ally’s dad while she talked non stop.

 

Soon the room was filled with girls as though the open door was an invitation.  Heather, Rebecca, Suzanne but he couldn’t keep their names straight as some left, others came and came back again.  But he wasn’t confused at the eye candy he was viewing.  A few of the girls were dressed in their nightwear.  One, Candice to him but Candy to her friends, was dressed in a baby doll nightgown and she sat opposite him in one of the desk chairs.  He got a great side view of her legs which she crossed and uncrossed casually.  As the room filled up, Suzanne sat next to him on the other side from Megan, squeezing him between them.  There was all sorts of contact as he and the girls occasionally repositioned themselves.

 

Suzanne had on sleepwear – a loose top with large open holes for her arms and blowzy nylon pants.  When she leaned forward to talk, he could see all of her smallish right breast.  Right to the nipple at times.  He had to reposition himself to make his hard on less noticeable but as he was doing so, Candy gave him one of those low glances and smiles that told him she noticed.  She seemed to enjoy it.  He was sitting cross legged and moved again so his legs were side by side and could be opened.  When he moved his right leg to the side, the outline of his cock could be seen riding down his right leg.  The fabric of his pajamas snuggly showed the outline to Candy, who secretly gave him an appreciative smile.

 

He had no time to look at Ally but she couldn’t help notice him and she noticed his hard on and she noticed Candy’s smile.  She could see her dad was overcome by the room full of estrogen and she was having a wet reaction to it.  Her reaction didn’t disturb her though and she found herself giving in to the feeling of this excited man and gave into peeking at his cock when he flashed Candy.

 

It continued like that until 3:00 AM when Ally finally started throwing people out.  Suzanne had cuddled up with her head in her dad’s crotch.  When she first put her head down she lay right on top of his cock and she could feel it stir under her.  She could feel its rock hardness and it seemed to her enormous.  But she pretended that she was unaware of it and she pretended to go to sleep.  Occasionally she shifted her weight and rubbed her head slightly into his lap.  Ally shook her wondering if the gentle shaking of her head inside her dad’s legs was having any effect on him.  In general, her dorm mates were deliberately teasing him all night, a game they seemed to constantly engage in with any male who visited the dorm, and her dad seemed to be flattered by it, enjoying himself thoroughly.

 

Suzanne stirred at the shaking and got up groggily.  She repeated Ally’s statement that it was time to go.  She turned to Ally’s dad and gave him a slow wet kiss on his lips, her hand resting gently on his chest.  It was a sleepy sexy kiss.  It was her way of saying thanks for letting her press her face against his hard cock.  As she left, Ally couldn’t help to notice her dad’s cock.  It was embarrassingly creating a tent in the lap of his pajamas.  Soon the room was empty and dad quickly got under the covers of his bed.  Lying on his side, he said good night as Ally turned off the lights and got into bed herself.  She settled in to sleep and couldn’t help thinking about how big her dad’s cock looked making that huge tent.  She wondered exactly how thick it was as she imagined it as it must look naked.

 

She lay awake but still for 15 or 20 minutes, unable to drop off to sleep.  Her dad was restless and kept shifting in his bed.  As her eyes adjusted to the light, the moonlight from the curtain gave enough light so that she could see a bit of her dad’s outline.  He was laying on his back and it looked like he might be stroking his cock.  She could definitely see a hooded hill in the blankets in the middle of his form.  She was lying on her side and opened her legs by bending one knee.  She worked her hand silently between her legs.  As she watched her dad’s shadowy movements, she found her pussy wet and waiting to be touched.

 

All doubts she had about what he was doing disappeared when she began to hear his heavy rhythmic breathing.  His breaths were getting shorter and shorter.  They turned into muffled grunts and ended in a few gasping groans.  She found listening to his masturbation, made her hot as hell and she wasn’t long in following him with a constant motion of her finger around the edge of her rigid clitoris.  But she was very quiet and sure that he didn’t hear her.

It was a machine he bought her while he was in Amsterdam.  She called it a machine although he referred to it as a tool.  It was essentially a vibrator.  But a rather unusual one.  It was made of a 3” thin pliable sleeve, shaped like an undernourished Dolphin with a small thin fin that ran along its arched back.  There were elastic straps coming from three places on the rubbery tube.  One from the Dolphin’s tail and two from the sides of the “shoulders”.  It was meant to be worn and the straps connected to each other with a small ring creating a minimal thing.  When worn, the Dolphin’s fin would slide right between the lips of her vagina and would stretch from her clit to the opening of her pussy.

 

There were no switches or wires located on the device.  It was controlled by a remote control switch which had Off and two different On speeds.  At first he would make her wear it in bed.  Sometimes when he tied her up; other times when she was working around the house.  He always was the one to control the vibrations and he would often tease her by turning it on and off for repeated sessions.  He loved being in control.  She would get frustrated with the teasing at times but she had come to love it the more that he used it and became sensitive to her ups and downs.  He developed an instinct for timing and the sessions wound her up resulting in fantastic finishes of tidal orgasms.  Using the Dolphin never became a frequent way to have sex but occasional usage when time permitted, gave it a special place in their sex lives.

 

She got the best orgasms from it when she would press the Dolphin against herself while huddled in a crouch.  Sometimes she would lie on her back with her knees in the air and her legs spread pressing against it with both hands.  When she was standing (as would happen when she was working around the house) she liked to lean against a counter edge or even the corner of a bookcase.  Sometimes she would wrap her legs around whatever was available to get a stronger sensation from the vibrating fish.  She realized how unattractive these positions must look but after a couple of hours of teasing, she just didn’t care.

 

Then began the Journeys, as he called them.  The first was an open air concert which got started late in the afternoon.  They got there early, spread out their blanket, and had a bit to eat until the first band began.  As close as they were the music was electrifying.  The crowd began to rock to the familiar tunes.  The sun was beginning to set, the atmosphere perfect.  The sweet heavy smell of marijuana wafted by and the crowd was caught up in the experience.

 

He had promised not to activate his tool until after dark.  She could feel it between her legs, however, and just the thought of what was going to happened drew some natural moisture to her crotch.  The music kept anyone from hearing it.  She was wearing a peasant blouse and a long blousy summer skirt.  She was sitting cross legged on the blanket when he began and she folded her hands in her lap between her legs, pressing down.  He did it long enough for her to want more but not so much that she was desperate.  She could wait for the next time.  And she would! 

 

It was weird in public.  While there was enough room on their blanket to spread out they were surrounded at close range by other blankets.  In front of them were four college age girls who were sipping wine inconspicuously from a common thermos.   Beside them was a thirtysomething couple, obviously married and out for a romantic night.  A woman with two men both squeezing her were on the right side partially hidden by her friend’s form.  And behind them was a young foursome who seemed like they were on a first date.  A little bit away was a group of 18 to 20 year old boys whose eyes kept straying across her tight jeans and close fitting jersey.

 

She was lying on her side when he started the motor again.  She quickly rolled over on her stomach to increase the tingling.  She arched her back and cradled her head with her hands while the vibrations spread through her pelvic area.  After a long time she opened her legs wider and arched more.  Noticing her movement, he moved to the faster speed and she had a quick intake of breath as he left it at that speed for a short breathtaking time.  He dropped back to the lower speed and let her slow down before stopping again.  But he knew she was beyond stopping and only left it off for a short time. 

 

He attacked her with these short constant bursts until her ass began squirming.  In between bursts she changed positions cradling against his sitting position from behind.  She wrapped her legs around him putting her feet between his legs, pressing her pelvis against his lower back.  Her head nestled into the back of his neck beside his ear.  She was ready and he didn’t disappoint.

 

The vibrations melted her and her hands found their way inside his shirt gently running across his hairy chest.  At first she couldn’t quite get pressure on the right spot, but as she squirmed she repositioned her legs beside him still keeping her torso close to his broad back, she leaned forward and he bent with her.  This caught the vibrating fish between her and the hard ground causing her to get the full rhythm of the vibrations.  She had her arms wrapped around him.  He turned it on to the higher speed and she began to moan into his ear.  The music was at its loudest and the darkness gave her some cover.  She looked around and everyone seemed busy, into their own thing.  She was so aware of the fact that she was going to cum right in the middle of everybody using this vibrator. And they were all so close!

 

She decided to take a risk as she rolled her hips back and forth in a steady pace pretending to rock to the music.  She knew she was slightly out of rhythm and probably seemed a bi retarded.  She began moaning louder as she exploded into a torrent of released wet releases.  With an urgency in her voice she told him to stop and he did.  She shuddered again and again and her breathing became gasping.  She nuzzled her head in against the side of his neck.  Thank god, she thought, the music is continuing.  As she squeezed him firmly with her arms, she noticed that one of the boys from the group was staring at her.  She gave him a smile and wondered what he thought brought that on.

 

They listened to the music ate and drank as all the groups in their area moved around slightly getting somewhat closer to one another in places.  The boy she smiled at, in particular, had worked his way closer to their blanket and while he was still connected to the other boys, at times, his shoeless feet stretched onto her blanket.  It was quite dark and no one seemed to notice.

 

In between songs, her boyfriend whispered to her ad suggested that the boy was trying to get close to her.  Maybe he wanted a wanted a quick feel.  To rub up against her in the dark.  He whispered these things to her because while they were pretty outrageous, he knew they had a way of getting her all hot.  He suggested that they sit back to back so she could face the boy.

 

They repositioned themselves to that he was sitting facing the stage and she had her back against his facing the boy.  She was quite close to him and had her knees up because if she extended them they would be in his lap, a thought that didn’t escape her imagination.  She pulled her skirt up over her knees into her lap.  It was dark and even at this close distance it was unlikely the boy could see up to her panties but she knew it would drive him wild knowing her panties were exposed to his view if there was more light.  She knew that she was wearing panties tonight and they covered the Dolphin so that there was no way he could see her secret.

 

The two of them pretended to not look at each other although it was a minor charade as they continually stole glances at one another.  Him up her skirt and her toward his growing bulge.  Suddenly he shifted around to a new position and lay sideways on his blanket, his head resting on one arm.  In this position he had a straight shot right up her skirt and from ground level.  His eyes were only about 3 feet away.  She opened her legs slightly.  It was pretty dark.  This silly boy probably couldn’t see anything but she could see he was getting all hot and bothered. 

 

Then suddenly the vibrations between her legs began again.  The blood rushed to her face and other places.  At first she didn’t want this.  She was too close to this boy, afraid she would give herself away, and in no position to get the extra pressure she needed to reach an orgasm.  But after a few minutes of discomfort she settled in and began to enjoy the warming feelings.  She realized she would have to stay still and be quiet in this position or give herself away.

 

The young boy had his eyes clearly focused on the space under her skirt.  While she was certain he had no idea what was really going on there, his stare became quite focused and rather brazen and she looked around to see if anyone else was watching and she noticed that the woman with the two men gave her a knowing laugh as she snuggled against her twin escorts.  One of the men with the foursome also seemed to be watching her and the boy while he hugged his date from behind.  All the more reason to be discrete she thought.

 

Yet the vibrations were getting to her.  She opened her legs wider clasped her hands together and pushed her skirt down into the folds of her crotch.  The hem of the skirt now ended about half way down her thigh exposing virtually all of her legs to anyone who cared to notice.  Her hands were between her legs and pressing on the vibrating machine, yet covered by the extra material of her skirt. 

 

After a little while of enjoying the pressing of her hands and the vibrations, she shifted so her legs were akimbo, knees pointed away from each other, legs crossed, hands still in her crotch.  She looked at the boy and slowly moved her hands under the edge of her skirt and then back to her panties.  It was dark.  She was not sure if the boy could see anything but he was staring intently watching so carefully everything that she did. 

 

Watching the boy excited her and quietly, so quietly, she half closed her eyes, pressed and murmured an orgasm.  She tried not to move her hips and it just burst from her, like water breaking through a dam. It flowed from her pussy. 

 

There were other Journeys.  To a dance club.  While they were slow dancing to the music at the end of the night.  He had to hold her tightly around the waist to keep her from collapsing at his feet. 

 

On a subway ride, he sat across from her like they weren’t together.  An older woman sat next to her.  A strange looking man sitting next to her friend stared blankly at her as she sat with her hands folded in between her legs.  Her hands were not moving because the strange man would notice but they were pressing.  At one point when the train was traveling between distant stations, the noise sufficient to cover any sound, she came, dropping her head and letting out a muffled grunt.  The woman beside her asked her if she was all right and she replied that she had been feeling ill.  The flu, I think, she said and the woman seemed satisfied.

 

After Journey to a restaurant and she had made him promise that they wouldn’t do that again.  It was too frustrating.  The restaurant was too quiet to use the vibrator continuously.  They waited until the restaurant crowd thinned and worked between the comings and goings of the waiter.  It took much too long she thought.  She had to wait until they were in the car riding home before she really let loose. 

 

They still did some Journeys.  Maybe once or twice a year.  It could make a simple trip to the mountains a special occasion and was something they often did when they traveled.  He really enjoyed playing with her excitement, controlling it and she enjoyed the feeling of being so hot in public places, surrounded by people.  This week they were traveling to the West Coast and he had already suggested she wear it on the plane.  She imagined the two of them huddled and cuddling with a blanket over their laps while she enjoyed the vibrations.  She imagined who would be sitting near them.  She was looking forward to it.

He pulled her over his lap, lifted her pleated skirt and pulled her panties down exposing her round, soft, milky white mounds to his eyes for the first time.  He rested his hand on her cheek.  She felt the sexual tension.

“You were wrong weren’t you?”  He lifted his hand and slapped her bottom.  It shocked her and the sound was louder than the actual pain.

“Yes.”  His hand rested on her bottom while they talked but she knew he wasn’t going to stop at just one.

“Say ‘Yes, daddy.”  And he slapped her flesh once again, lifting his had slightly after the blow and then resting it again. Then the resting hand moved slowly in a circle moving across the very bottom of her cheeks.

“Yes, daddy, I was wrong.”

“Are you sorry, child?” Again his hand rose up and slapped her.  It almost seemed softer this time.  Was she getting used to it or was he being gentler?  His small circular massage definitely was gentler and she could feel her flesh was much tenderer. 

“Yes, daddy, I am very sorry.”

His next slap was lower than the others and enlarged the sensitive part of her rump.

“Do you love your daddy and want to make him proud of you?” He spoke slowly massaging her while he did.  “You want to become a good girl, don’t you?”

Another slap. Her bottom was completely pink and feeling quite tender now.

“Yes, daddy, I love you and want to make you happy.”

He massaged her so softly, almost petting her like a kitten.

“You know it hurts daddy to hurt you.  You know I only do this because I love you.  You know I just want my baby to grow up and be a fine young woman.”

He continued on this way, slapping, speaking, massaging her at a slow pace for maybe 15 minutes.

 

His massaging.  The sound of his deep voice.  Every sense in her bottom raw, open and exposed.  She was getting so hot she was dripping moisture.  She wriggled a bit on his lap and could feel that his manhood had come awake.  A manhood that right now she desired.  She wanted to take it in her mouth, to worship it, to have it and touch it and kiss it.

 

Another slap.  A quick sharp pain.  She was definitely getting sore now.  It was like eating hot food that didn’t seem too hot when you started but after a while it just began to burn more and more.  Her flesh burned now and he was massaging it so gently and so slowly, she could feel every single nerve in her rounded mounds.

 

He became silent for awhile, while he rubbed her like one would rub a genie’s lamp.  Circular slow movements combined with downward strokes. Slow and gentle.  She could feel the air blowing across her hot bottom reminding her that she was exposed.

“Before we put your panties on, I want to rub some oil into the sore areas.  I’m sorry for having hurt you, my baby.”  His eyes were filled with tears as he said this.  He had a bottle of baby oil handy and rather quickly used it to oil her skin.  He rubbed a small amount around her entire derriere including quickly running his oil covered finger tips into and through the crack between her cheeks.  Inside she jumped and outside she wriggled when he touched this previously untouched area.

 

He quickly finished the oil treatment and pulled her panties back up over her red cheeks, announcing they were done.  She did not want this to end.  She paused for a moment and while still lying across his lap, she looked up and putting on her best pleading face she said, “Won’t daddy kiss me where it hurts and make it feel all better?”

 

Chapter 2

 

She lay across his lap waiting for him to answer her.  Waiting for him to make the next move.  She rotated her tender pink cheeks around on his crotch hoping to snag that long pole of his in her flesh somehow.  She felt as though she was much more excited than he was at this moment and she wanted to change that.  She was hot and horny and wanted him in the same state.

 

She slid down across his lap rubbing her breasts in his crotch as she went slowly.  He remained silent. Sliding farther she pressed her mouth against his bulge and used her hands to try to mold his bulge inside his cotton slacks.

 

“OK bitch if that is the way you want it, get on the bed.  NOW!”  His yelling breaking her dream state.  “Take off your top get on your back and spread yourself.”  His sternness left no doubt about his seriousness and she was a little afraid of his intentions.  Did he intend to punish her more and she felt a deep wetness between her legs as she did what she was told while thinking about his recent loving spanking.

 

She laid spread eagle on the bed, nude above the waist with her young perky breasts holding their own against the gravity of the situation.  While her breasts were not large by anyone standards, they seemed to complement her lithe nimble body well.  Her nipples were hard and their size was emphasized as they jutted out on top of her firm fleshy orbs.

 

He reached under the bed where he had apparently already had tied cloth restraints into the legs and tied one around each of her wrists.  In her sexiest voice, she asked him what he was going to do to her but he didn’t respond to her.  He knelt in between her legs and put his hands around her waist.  He gently and slowly removed her skirt, pulling her legs together as he removed it from her body.  She was left in just her soft cotton bikini panties.

 

He lifted one leg above her, reached over the headboard and produced another cloth strap.  This one he tied just behind her knee, pulling it tight before he knotted it, so that her leg was well above her head.  He then did the other leg.  She felt rather embarrassed in this pose – her two legs pulled toward her face and her arms stretched out to the sides.  She felt embarrassed yet vulnerable in a sexual way.  She thought he could probably see a wet spot on her panties.  She was also very aware of her limited ability to move and yet she was amazed at how comfortably the cloth straps supported the weight of her legs and let her relax. 

 

He put his hands on her panties and rubbed her up and down the white strip between her legs.  After a few minutes of this she could feel her own moistness as the cotton absorbed and spread it.  He pulled the strip aside and leaned forward placing his mouth over her wispy trimmed pubic hair.  His tongue skillfully found its way between her hairs and opened her lips lubricating the area at the same time.  His tongue worked the length of her slit at first only barely passing over her clit.  On each succeeding stroke his tongue pressed a little heavier against her clit.  His tongue was also rubbing firmly against the opening to her tunnel, which was awakening all of its external sensitive dots to his erotic snake.

 

She was thoroughly enjoying the switch back between her pussy opening and her clit when he sudden stopped.  “You have agreed to let me be in complete command, haven’t you?”  “Yes, daddy.”  He licked her again from bottom to top (or hole to tip).  “You will do whatever I want?”  “Yes, daddy.”  Again he licked her slower this time and more firmly.  She moaned.  “You should know that I intend to tease you and leave your needs hanging.”  “Yes, daddy.”  Another long slow tantalizing lick.  She wriggled and realized, she didn’t have much range of movement.  “I intend to embarrass you in public to prove how completely you will obey me.”  She hesitated before, “yes, daddy,” wondering what he meant.  He pushed his face into her pussy and with an open lipped, very wet mouth he kissed and sucked on her clit.  She thought she could feel it grow just like she had seen his grow many times.  It felt long and hard and exposed when his lips traveled down it pulling her hood down and sucking at the entire shaft.

 

He only sucked her for a minute or two but when he stopped her clit continued to throb with good feelings.  She watched him while he got off the bed, brought the laptop over to the dresser, turning it on.  She noticed that there was a camera attached at the top of the screen.  He stood in front of the computer, typing commands and getting it set up.  He then stepped aside and she watched as his hand adjusted the camera angle.  The dresser was at the foot of the bed against the far wall so that the camera was focused on her with her legs high in the air.  She asked him what was going on.

 

“It’s Marie’s support group.  They have the password to this chat room where they can view the camera.”  Marie was their sex therapist.  They both have been attending sessions with her for a few months, including group sessions.  They decided to take advantage of Marie’s skill after they met her on a vacation in the Caribbean.  After a number of sessions they decided that John needed to take more control of his sexual relationship with his wife, Tracy.  Tracy as much as John needed this kind of spark.  Tracy was embarrassed at first to discuss their sexual activity in front of others but she eventually got over it.  But now she wasn’t sure if she was ready to perform in front of everyone. 

 

So here they were, Tracy lying bound and trussed.  She felt out of control which she liked but she was not sure she was ready to show the world her subservience.  “How many people are watching?” she asked.  He ignored her question as he had all her other queries.  He reached in a drawer on the side table of the bed and pulled out a pair of scissors – something that was not normally kept there.  He slipped the scissors, blades closed, under her panties.  She felt the cold hard steel slide across her light bushy mound.  He left them there while he took the remote control for the camera and zoomed in.  “Let’s give everyone a good close up,” John said.

 

Tracy thought about using the safe word but decided not to be too quick, although things were going in a direction that she quite frankly did not get excited about.  Her fears and embarrassment seemed to be cooling off her desire at the moment.  Once John had the camera adjusted, he regained control of the scissors and with two quick cuts removed her panties completed.  The phone rang.  John left her lying exposed and put the headset on to answer the phone.  The headset allowed him to talk hands free and they both frequently used it.

 

“I am on the phone with Mickey and he will be passing on requests that are coming from the chat room.”  A bit of small talk and John returned to the bed with the headset still on.  He straddled Tracy’s head with his own between her legs.  He took some oil out of the draw and put it on her pussy.  “Like that?” he said into the headset.  He rubbed the oil all over her pussy slicking her hair in the process.  OK, Tracy thought, maybe I will just enjoy the feeling.  He smoothed her hair with downward motions with his fingertips moving along the side of her clit.  Yum, she thought.  He then used all of his fingers to open her lips.  She could feel him pulling her lips wide open, creating tension in the area.  “How’s that?”  Tracy blushed thinking someone was asking him to do this to her and watching.

 

Keeping the lips pulled open he also pulled them up, lifting her whole pussy and creating tension around her clit.  “Better?”  He continued to pull her in that way for a moment, then moved her lips slowly down and closed, then up and open again.  After a few of these she was moaning.  Pulling open and pausing he dipped his head in between her legs and licked with a long tongue so that the viewers could see it touch her.  “OK,” he said again. 

 

He let go of her lips, pressed the button on the remote control and then got up from his straddling position.  Tracy felt a sense of relief as his weight lifted off of her chest, although she had been unaware of any discomfort until then.  She noticed that her legs were beginning to feel uncomfortable.  Just as she did this, John lifted her bottom and placed a pillow under it or maybe two, she couldn’t tell.  But it was enough to change the position of her legs a bit.  Suddenly he spanked her bottom.  A couple of times.  It stung.  “Red enough?” As he gave her one more right across the very bottom of her cheeks.

 

The quick unexpected spanking reigned in Tracy’s desire again.  It brought her back to reality.  While John was showing the variety of their vibrators to the camera, she thought, this is fucked up.  There is no continuity to the requests.  No sense of rhythm.  John placed his finger on her little brown hole which she realized was open to view.   He took off the headset for a moment while he leaned forward and kissed her ass.  He kissed her on her cheek and along her crack which she realized was opened as she lay there.  He then took an anal vibrator that she liked.  It was thin, about the diameter of a dime, rather rigid and long.  It did have one bendable area 9 inches down its full 12 inch length.  He placed the very end of it at the entrance to her ass and moved it slowly in a short distance and out again.  In and out just small amounts mostly exciting the exterior rim of her hole.  He then turned it on which startled her since it had only one speed.  It was like going from a standing start to 60 miles an hour, but soon she got used the vibrations and enjoyed it as he slowly pushed it in deeper.  As he went deeper the vibrations seemed to spread through her entire rear end and forward to her pussy.

 

John was sitting beside her allowing full view to the camera of what was going on.  “Glad you liked that,” he said to someone in the headset.  “Tell everyone that she likes it too, don’t you honey?”  “Yes daddy.”  He propped the vibrator into a position by bending it so it was forced against the bed.  In this position it penetrated her about 6 inches into her rear hole.  John then took another vibrator.  A much bigger one that was in the shape of a man’s penis.  It had pronounced veins and ridges on it and was quite thick.  As if to emphasize its size it was a dark black color.  This vibrator had three speeds and he turned it to its lowest speed.  He rimmed it around her pussy lips and slightly over her clit or maybe right next to it – Tracy wasn’t sure.  He continued to make small comments into the headset like, “Here? OK. Like that?” while he played with her genitals.

 

Tracy felt her entire consciousness beginning to melt into her gentiles along with the vibrations she felt there.  She could sense an orgasm coming on and was just letting it wash over her in an unconscious way.  Suddenly she realized that John was talking to her and not her audience.  “This is just a preliminary to having you be the center of a group fuck,” he said.  “That will be OK with you, if I want it, won’t it, my child?” he said as he slid the black vibrating dildo in between the lips of her pussy.  “Yes, daddy.”  Actually the idea had always been a fantasy of hers and as he pushed the dildo inside of her (“It will feel like this when two of us double stuff you!”) her orgasmic clenches grabbed it strongly.  Her juices flowed and she screamed a semi muffled scream.  “Scream into my microphone so they can all hear you.”  He put his face near hers.  She did scream again, freer this time, having a flash of each of her audience’s faces watching her. 

 

“I think she needs a rest for now, so I am going to hang up.  But I will leave the camera on if anyone wants to wait this out.  There will be more of my new slave in a little while.  Don’t forget to write us your comments.”  John undid Tracy’s leg and arm restraints and told her she had 10 minutes before it would be her turn to perform for him.

So it had been going along like this now for about six weeks with each Saturday going longer than the next.  But before I tell you about what is happening now you deserve a little background. 

 

I am young, black, and proud.  Now in my mid thirties I have been out of work for a couple of years.  On my last job I got into a really bad argument with my boss – the racist bastard! – and it’s become very difficult to find work ever since.  I’m married to Maria, a beautiful successful white woman for over ten years.  We have a great relationship except for the fact that I am out of work.  She gets frustrated with me hanging around the house all day and I get frustrated with nothing to do all day.  It’s hard enough when your woman makes more money than you do but when you have no income and have to rely on her for everything well, sometimes I feel emasculated.

 

So a couple of months ago we had an argument and Maria came to me after a few hours of silence and told me she had the answer to both of our problems.  She wouldn’t explain what she meant but it seemed to calm the fires between us.  And so the following Saturday it began.  She told me to be ready for work by 10:00.  And told me to make sure I was dressed casually but clean.  She still refused to tell me what the job was.  I spent the morning with a big breakfast, coffee and a newspaper and then showered, shaved and dressed.  I put on a sort sleeve dress shirt and a pair of khaki pants. 

 

“Good,” she said, “you look very handsome honey.  Come with me to the bedroom.  We have enough time for a little quickie before you start your job.”  She glanced at her watch and led me up to our bedroom. 

 

“But, Mary, I shouldn’t get all sweaty,” I wondered what had gotten into her.  Even though it wasn’t unusual for us to engage in morning or afternoon sex it seemed a bit unusual for her to pick this specific time.

 

“Don’t worry honey.  I’ll do all the work.  You can just lie there.  In fact, why don’t I tie you up.”  I felt my pants tighten.  We sometimes enhanced our usual sex with a bit of bondage.  We switched off from one to the other but I actually enjoyed it most when I was tied up.  No responsibilities, unable to do anything, simply lie back and enjoy her ministrations.   I was in for a surprise.

 

Once upstairs she removed my shirt, laid me on my back on the bed with my head toward the bed’s bottom.  She took out our rather sturdy silk ties and bound each of my wrists to the two foot posts pulling them tighter than usual.  Then she spread eagled my legs and tied them to the head posts.  I was still dressed in my pants and she undid and removed my belt, opened the snap, and slowly slid my zipper down making sure she made as much contact as possible with my growing manhood. 

 

I was wearing black jockey underwear and she took her hand and spread it over the cotton fabric, slowly finding her way to my most sensitive areas with her fingers.  As my member struggled to extend itself, she repositioned it by grabbing it and pulling it through my shorts. 

 

“So, let me tell you about your new job,” she said as she continued to stroke me as I extended to my full 10” length.  “I was thinking to myself, what is it that Bradley does the best?  And it became obvious to me that your best qualities come out at night.  Or rather in bed.  Wouldn’t you agree?”  Her eyes had a mischievous glint to them as I agreed somewhat hesitantly.  “So then I thought how can we take advantage of Bradley’s skills?  And it came to me in a flash.  I know a lot of women who would like to purchase a pussy licking without any complications.  Simply confidential, uncomplicated, and quality pussy licking.  So that’s what I have done.  You will spend the rest of the afternoon giving mustache rides.” 

 

She got up rather suddenly.  “Any questions,” and she went over to our “toy” draw and got out a blindfold that we occasionally used.  She placed the blindfold over my eyes.  I was stunned.  Not sure what to make of it when I heard the doorbell ring.  She left the room to answer it and I thought maybe I should just go with this.  It might not be all that bad.

 

That first day I gave only three rides (I don’t actually have a mustache, by the way) and it was definitely interesting.  I could not see a thing and the women didn’t talk to me, but I could hear each of them enter the room, undress and position their pussy and clit over my lips.  I was quite good at pussy licking and I have to say I enjoyed it.  The women were all clean and rather tasty.  I enjoyed getting a woman off and dancing with her as she built up to a climax.  I say dancing because with each woman there was a technique to working with her excitement and her sensations.  It was like a dance.  I would lick and she would respond.  Women liked repetition in their pussy licking but too much repetition eroded the sensation.  Somehow you had to continue moving it forward.  Continue to bring a new sensation to the old, then repeat, then break, then a new tickle and so on until she exploded.

 

The hard part was that fact that I had to stay erect for the entire time without any satisfaction.  My own pleasure was largely random.  By that I mean some of the women when they sat on my face felt an urge to touch and rub my cock.  Occasionally one would pull my shorts down and touch my sensitive flesh.  Sometimes I would even get a kiss or two planted on my big black cock but no one ever seemed interested in my satisfaction.  It wasn’t until later that I realized my frustration was part of the Rules that were explained to each client prior to their session.

 

Between each session, Mary would come in and visit me.  She would wash my face and clean me up for the next customer.  If it looked like I was getting soft, she would expertly titillate me in just the right way to regain my erection for the next customer.  She used to claim that no expertise was needed, that the “tool” was pretty simple to operate – just a touch in the right spot was all it took.  But she could tell exactly how much I needed to keep me stimulated without sending me over the edge.  And most importantly, at the end of every workday she would remove my pants and mount me and fuck me furiously for the entire two minutes it took to get me off.  Well, okay, two minutes is an exaggeration but it didn’t take long.  Sometimes I would work on her until she came and I was ready for a second but given the day that I had she often understood if we skipped her pleasure.

 

That was the first week of work.  Three customers.  Now we were up to seven customers, starting at 9:30 in the morning and going to about 5:00.  I got 45 minutes off at noon to shower and eat before I had to reassume my position.  Each session lasted 45 minutes with about 5 minutes in between for cleanup, etc.  Based on the “evaluation” forms (can you believe that!), it was decided that I should be naked on the bed and one hand restraint was loosened so that I could reach her pussy with one hand.  It turns out that this was not quite enough to allow me to touch myself.  And rather than be completely naked I started each session with a small hand towel draped over my cock.  Without the restraint of my shorts it formed a noticeable (and embarrassing) tent.  Actually more like an A frame house than a tent. 

 

I continued to be blindfolded so to keep the identity of the women confidential but some of them did talk to me.  These I’m sure were women I didn’t know but a number of the regulars remained quiet and I can only imagine that they were people I had met.  Neighbors, friends, Mary’s coworkers.  I found I spent the rest of the week wondering if any of the other women in our life had sat on my blindfolded face. 

 

Today, the first two women were rather routine.  They mounted me, teased me slightly by pulling the towel off of me and occasionally touched my cock, but most of their attention was focused on their own pleasure positioning themselves to optimally receive my tongue on their clit and my fingers in their pussy.  The third customer of the day was new.  I could tell by her hesitation to get started.  After she made no contact with me for the first 5 minutes, I encouraged her by asking her if she wanted to remove the towel on my cock (Maria always returned it before each customer.)  She removed the towel slowly, sliding it sensuously down my cock, driving me crazy.  “Can I touch it?” she asked.  “Sure.”

 

She touched it with just her fingertips, very gently.  Tracing her way down my complete length, her hand worked its way under my ball sack which was tight and clenched up close to my shaft.  With my legs opened she continued and tickled further down putting her finger on the opening to my ass.  “Do you like to have your ass touched,” she asked in a high pitched gentle voice that sounded like that of a younger girl.  The question made me think she was older.  “Yes,” I responded, “do you?”  “Oh yes,” she said with feeling, “I was hoping you could do that to me.  Is that part of your service?”  Her finger poked into my ass a little causing my hips to lift slightly and my cock to stretch.

 

“If you like. I am here to satisfy YOUR needs.” 

 

That was all the encouragement she needed.  This woman with the teenager’s voice, who I thought might be shy, took complete control of our session.  She positioned her ass cheeks right over my lips.  I played in her crack with my mouth gently working its way around the area.  My tongue played around her brown hole.  But as soon as I tried to stick it in, she lifted her ass away from me and returned slowly.  “Gentle for now,” she said.  I stuck my thumb at the edge of her pussy opening and rolled it around the rim, pressing on it.  Her moaning told me she liked that.  I eventually worked my way inside with my thumb and opened the lips which formed a hood guarding her tiny dancer with two of my fingers. 

 

My fingers slid up and down between her lips so that they would touch her clit.  Just touch its stiffness.  Then push a little on the skin that enveloped it.  I pushed and held the skin up exposing her clit but waiting while her mind concentrated on my nose sticking into her anus, then rubbing along her crack my tongue tracing a line from the bottom of her vaginal opening to her ass.  Slowly, stopping as my tongue just touched the brown rim.  Then the movement of my thumb, sliding in and out pressing up into her vaginal opening and back to my fingers.  Before I could repeat this staccato pattern one more time she began to come and I furiously sped up the efforts of my fingers and my tongue.

 

First she pressed harder on my face.  Not so concerned about gentleness now, I thought.  Then she fell forward as the orgasmic pulsations overcame her. She fell forward and her cheek made contact with my fully erect cock.  Wow did that feel good.  I moved my hips a little and she cradled my cock in her hand pressing it against her face and kissed it.  I couldn’t help myself and I came.  She encouraged me continuing to press me against the side of her face as I released pent up spurt after spurt. 

 

Thank god it was my lunch break, I thought.  But Maria might still be mad.  She made a point of telling the women not to let me cum.  After a few minutes she got up.  “Do you accept tips?” she asked.  I hope Maria lets her come back for another session.

My wife and I had discussed her attraction to my best friend, Paul.  He was a bit bigger than me at 6’, with curly blond hair and had a thin but athletic body.  She thought he had a cute ass and his clever sense of humor tickled her.  I had teased her with the thought of a threesome for a long time but I had never mentioned it to Paul.  And we had never done anything close to a threesome because Jen was basically a shy almost insecure person.  But the fantasy made for great sex.

 

This hot summer day, Paul came over to help us cut up and stack a cord of wood that was delivered as full length logs.  It was hard work and we stayed with it for about three hours before the sun had taken enough of our strength.  We came in for beers and ice tea and decided to quit early for the day.  After a couple of beers I suggested showers and Paul went first.  While he was in the shower I spoke to Jen and told her to complain about her back being sore when she was done with her shower.  She asked why and with a twinkle in my eye, I said, “Wouldn’t you like a nice relaxing back rub.”  I let her imagination fill in the rest.

 

The subsequent showers went quickly with a little bit of flirting between Paul and Jen as they came in and out of the bathroom.  He, predictably, had a comment and a suggestion for her when she tried to dash to the bedroom in a towel.  She of course, stopped and flirted sticking her leg out at him so the fold of the towel opened and showed her whole leg right up to her hip.  She came out dressed in a tank top and tiny shorts.  The two men were sitting on the couch drinking beers and listening to music.  As requested, she mentioned that her back was bothering her and I immediately suggested that I give her a back rub.

 

I asked Paul to move to the chair, while I spread the cushions of the couch onto the middle of the floor and had her lay down on a sheet used as a covering.  She lay on her stomach and I began to rub her lower back, asking her where it hurt and she replied that it was both in her lower back and in her shoulders.  I asked Paul how he was feeling and he said fine now that he had a beer in his hand.  I then suggested that he get on the other side of her and help me massage her.  I sensed no hesitation as he made his way onto the floor.

 

When I pulled her tank top up to the top of her shoulders she had to rise up off the cushions a bit so it could get over her size C+ breasts.  As we got a quick flash of their sides I gave Paul a facial expression that said – pretty nice huh.  He nodded back.  We massaged her entire back with four hands rolling and kneading her skin.  She moaned in response to my questions about how it felt.  I made a big deal about trying to get to her shoulders with the tank top on and finally told her in an exasperated tone that the top would have to come off.  She objected, but I insisted telling her that she was already naked around her breast area.  So she reached up and took it off.  I could tell as she settled in again that she was really beginning to enjoy this and I knew her imagination was getting going.

 

As I rubbed her shoulders in a smooth sensual way I repeated defensively that she complained about the pain in her shoulders and lower back.  After a pause I told Paul to pull her shorts down a little so he could fully get to her lower back.  Jen acted like she wanted to complain and didn’t provide any help but soon Paul had dropped her shorts about three inches lower exposing her whole back.  Neither of us could tell if she was wearing panties.  We continued to massage her, moving up and down along her back trading places on her lower back and shoulders and then I decided it was time to rub her legs.  I told Paul to do the leg closest to him while I did the one closest to me.  I told him to follow my lead and we would rub symmetrically down and up her legs.  When he moved beside her leg, I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was getting excited from rubbing her cool smooth flesh.

 

We started down and took our time doing it each using two hands.  We massaged her feet which were nice and clean from the recent shower, lifting them up to get at them.  As I returned her leg to the cushion I made sure her legs opened up a bit more than they had.  Then I slowly began moving up as Paul followed, gently rubbing around her leg.  We moved to the bottom of her shorts and I got two full fingers under the edge touching her ass and the inside of her leg very near her crotch which was very moist.  Paul did not follow that move even though I encouraged him with a look.  I didn’t know how far he would go, but he was clearly enjoying it.  I rubbed her ass through the material of her shorts and rocked her back and forth as I did.  We both gave her a few very light gentle strokes all over her back and legs as though we were finishing.  She stretched with all the tension of her imagination and the massaging.

 

I then told her it was time to turn over and she objected since she was wearing no top.  I told her I would put her loose top over her breasts.  I picked it up and held it over her back so she could modestly turn over which she finally did after a bit of protestation.  I laid the jersey loosely over her breasts.  We began to rub her stomach and the top of her shoulders.  I started to rub the sides of her breasts under the top.  She was watching us.  I told her in kind of a commanding way to keep her eyes closed and just enjoy the feeling.  She obeyed.  With a look I encouraged Paul to rub around the edges of her breasts and he did.  She didn’t object.  She just lay there with her hands under her head and her eyes closed.  I started to move my hands very gently across the tops of her breasts keeping her modesty with the top over my hands while Paul was rubbing her stomach.  She was peeking.  I told her not to look and threatened to blindfold her.  I knew she was curious who was rubbing where and it was driving her nuts.

 

I lifted my hands off of her and with a look suggested to Paul that he rub her breasts.  He lifted his hands and I immediately placed mine back down where he was on her stomach.  My fingers were pointed toward her legs and my fingers edged their way under her shorts.  With one hand I unsnapped her shorts.  Paul who had begun to rub her upper chest had moved down under the tank top and was rubbing and squeezing her breasts.  I was smiling at him; encouraging him.  She again stretched and slightly arched her body and I knew I had them both.  She was having trouble staying still and Paul was definitely into massaging her breasts which he did magnificently using two handed squeezing mixed with gentle finger passes on her nipples.  Even though the top blocked my view I could see what was going on and I was enjoying it too. 

 

I caught her peeking again and I took the top off her breasts and placed it over her eyes tucking it under the sides of her head.  Her breasts retained most of their perkiness since her hands were still up under her head.  Her nipples were huge and as hard as I had ever seen them.  Paul and I looked at each other with huge grins on both our faces.  I asked her if she was wearing panties and she asked why I wanted to know.  I told her to just answer the question and when she said yes, I began to remove her shorts, pulling the zipper down.  She didn’t object, in fact, she raised her hips as I pulled them off her legs.  I sat in between her legs, spreading them wide, and rubbed each leg up and down with one hand.  Paul continued to focus on her top although not just on her breasts.  He was rubbing her sides pulling the skin toward the middle with smooth strokes up and down the length of her stomach, chest and shoulders, still true to the massage.

 

I leaned forward and kissed her on her stomach with my chest just touching her panties and Paul returned to touching her breasts.  I think she had her first orgasm at that moment as her legs squirmed and her back arched as she tried not to moan.  Her breathing, however, was a dead give away.  No one acknowledged the orgasm and we continued to massage her.  I suggested to Paul that we trade places and we did.  After kissing her on her cheeks and neck and getting a warm return kiss from her, I straddled her still blindfolded head and touched her more than massaged her and began kissing her all along her body at the same time.  I moved my whole body down toward her stomach while Paul was rubbing her legs. 

 

My hands moved to her panties and began to rub her pussy through the cloth while Paul watched intently.  She was soaking and her panties clung to her crack.  She was wriggling again and arching and now noticeably moaning.  I guess the pretenses were over.  I reached each hand under her the sides of her panties and teased her by touching the flesh near her triangle.  Looking at Paul, I told him to join in and he also teased her by rubbing her legs in the fold between her legs and her pussy.  I pulled the sides of her panties together exposing more of the large swollen lips of her pussy and Paul took advantage of this.  My legs were on either side of her chest with my groin hanging in her breasts.  I felt Jen’s hand reach up and rub my ass through my sweatpants.  I turned around and told her not to touch me and to just lean back and be still if she could.  She responded by returning her hand behind her head and giving a huge prolonged arch.  Paul took advantage of this by rubbing her pussy down the middle with his palm.

 

I encouraged him and said how she seemed to like that a lot and he should do more of it.  He continued to rub her pussy when she lay back down.  I told Paul to take her panties off and when he had them half off I commented if Jen doesn’t mind.  She just moaned a loud positive response.  I told Paul that it looked like her pussy needed a tongue cleaning and he immediately complied.  I turned around and began kissing Jen on her face, neck and shoulders while she had a huge obvious orgasm that just kept cuming and cuming.  Later she told me she had a rush of multiple orgasms during this time but they were so close together she couldn’t count them.

 

We relaxed with a cigarette and beer.  The blindfold had come off when I was kissing her and she now used it to loosely cover her groin while she lay on her side.  Paul and I were still completely dressed and the oddness of this escaped nobody’s attention.  Jen objected and said we should take off our clothes.  I could tell she hasn’t yet had enough and I quickly pulled off my clothes while Paul stood a little dazed.  I moved behind Jen and reached around in front and began playing with her breasts.  I told Paul that I thought she would like to see him do a striptease.  I told him that if he did, I would let him fuck her first.  She punched me but I knew she didn’t mean it. 

 

He waited for the start of the next song and stood and began dancing with the music.  He had good rhythm and moved his hips in front of Jen’s face.  She was staring at his noticeable hard on in his jeans.  I was lifting and cuddling the weight of her breasts while he danced.  It was beginning to get dark and this added to a romantic atmosphere.  First, he took of his shirt and did a pretty good job making it look sexy.  Then at the end of the song, he disappeared into the bedroom.  When the next song came on out he marched with a pillow in front of him.  It took a few minutes before we could tell he still had his shorts on.  He wore black jockey style shorts which held his large cock tight.  He danced with the pillow mostly rubbing it in front of him against his crotch.  Eventually, he moved to the arm of the couch and leaned against the pillow which rested on the arm.  His hands free, he removed his shorts.  We couldn’t quite see his cock because it sank into the softness of the pillow.  While he was doing this I put my hand in Jen’s crotch and with her tank top still there began rubbing the top up and down in a way she seemed to enjoy.  Paul was dancing with the pillow, rubbing it in a way that let his cock appear above the top of it as he moved the pillow down with the rhythm of the music. 

 

Then a slow song came on and I suggested to Jen that they dance together.  She made a comment that with that big thing in front of him they wouldn’t be able to get that close.  But she got up when I urged her and they fell into each other’s arms.  At first it reminded me of catholic school dances – leaving room for the holy ghost.  But soon Paul wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close.  I don’t think I have ever seen two naked people dancing together before but it was real sexy.  His cock was pushed into her belly and was listing to one side, so when they danced around in a circle you could see it pressing against her.  They both started kissing each other’s neck and their hands began to wander.  I left the room to get condoms and candles and when I returned he was lying on top of her on the sofa cushions pressing his thigh between her legs and they were deep throating each other with their tongues.  It didn’t seem to take long for Jen to return to her wild excited state and this time she was moving all under him and grabbing his ass and pressing her breasts between them.  You could tell he enjoyed the abandon with which she went at it.  I was pleasantly surprised with how excited I was watching my best friend with my wife in such an intimate way.  When we talked about the fantasy and the attraction I always wondered if I would feel differently watching it.  But I was as excited as they were just watching.  I loved it when Jen was out of control with sexual desire and she sure was today. 

 

I lit the candles and handed Paul a condom.  I then sat in the chair that was by their feet and played with myself as I watched them.  Paul went down on Jen for a short time, teasing her clit with his tongue, not wanting her to orgasm that way this time.  God, he’s good, I thought.  Jen looked at me while he was doing this and I gave her a big smile.  She closed her eyes and relaxed.  Soon Paul was on top of her, entering her slowly.  He paused his cock as it was moving in but Jen couldn’t wait and her hips rocked up and down bringing his cock in more frantically.  She was already beginning another orgasm.  Paul couldn’t help responding to her movements and soon he too was out of control with no thoughts about entering slowly or teasing her.  He was pounding away at her fast and hard but with smooth strokes that she seemed to feel every inch of.  In a few minutes he was screaming and she was moaning and it completed itself.  They cuddled together for a few minutes before he pulled out and turned over.  I think he was concerned about how I might be reacting.

 

“My turn”, I said with a grin and Paul got up and headed for the bathroom.  I moved my head to Jen’s crotch.  Since Paul had worn a condom there was no sperm to deal with, but I was wondering how moist she remained.  Licking her pussy lips and clit I saw no problem.  I lifted her legs and kissed around her brown hole which I knew she liked sticking the point of my nose into the opening of her pussy at the same time.  As I moved up and along her body with my kisses and tongue she began to slowly squirm again.  I moved up quickly and with our faces together, she kissed me and whispered her gratefulness.  I told her we were just getting started and she moaned deeply.

 

I asked her if she could feel how hard my cock was and soon I was positioning it at her opening.  I slowly moved it in an inch and rubbed it back and forth at her entrance. With each thrust I went just a little deeper until she was fully matching my thrusts.  Paul returned from the bathroom.  I told him to get ready again.  This nymph still hadn’t had enough.  I pulled out of her and told her to change positions and get on top.  She was in a very submissive mode and sat astride me sliding my cock into her wet hole easily while I was on my back.  I told Paul to come over because she wanted to give him a blowjob.  He stood with his feet on both sides of my shoulders and presented his half hard cock to her.  He eagerly grabbed it with one hand and brought it to her tongue.  Licking it and kissing it, she was looking into his eyes, while I had a bottom ups view of it all.  She and I were riding together like a bucking bronco until I came spurting deep inside her.  As we stopped our bumping she continued to work Paul’s cock, working him all the way into her mouth.  I reached over and handed her another condom which she expertly rolled down the length of his cock.  I told her to get off me and prepare for him.  She was building to another orgasm.

 

She got off of me and asked Paul if he would do her doggie style.  It had a pleading tone to it and Paul was more than willing to comply.  She leaned forward into the chair and he knelt behind her.  It was her favorite position and she had a great ass.  Paul eagerly humped her but would slow as she started to reach the edge of her orgasm.  He was deliberately teasing her and she seemed to grow wilder as a result.  He alternated hard rhythmic thrusts with still hips and caresses over her breasts and shoulders.  She started to beg him to fuck her and when he began thrusting again she screamed Yes Yes Fuck Me Fuck Me and this time he kept going until they were both drained.  She began to weep softly as they collapsed together back down on the cushions where I was.  She gave me a long slow thankful kiss and turned to the other side and kissed Paul’s shoulders snuggling into his side.  I caressed her ass very slowly.   We cuddled that way in each other’s arms with her in the middle for about a half-hour before we realized how hungry we were. 

 

We had a few more threesomes after that with Paul, but none as exciting.  I think Jen always enjoyed them, but eventually Paul and I became a bit less enthusiastic.  Typical of men, Paul and I never discussed our trysts outside of the experience themselves. 

 

He also had a thin vibrating tool that he slid through all three rings.  After turning it on, he let it run free of his hands which found other parts of her body to poke.  He used to like to ask her how well his other piercings would be holding up.  She always made sure to wear all of them when she came to the shop.  He would lift each in his hands, inspect it, poking her and prodding her.  Massaging as he went, pinching and poking so that her nipples came to attention.  Doing that now, as she squirmed under the vibrations of his special tool.  But as much as she squirmed, the tool continued to stay positioned right on top of her clit and in between her lips.  Standing over her prone body he looked into her intense eyes as she was beginning to orgasm and whine almost pathetically.  He smiled at her as she did.

 

He gave her the tool as a token of his friendship, his connection to her and told her to bring it back it she ever had any problems with it.