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By Bobby Ray

It'd been a good week. Tips were good, the bar had a new DJ and a football camp was in town. The boys liked to watch her dance after a 'hard' practice. On the couch, they held her against their washboard bellies stuffed money down her g-string and told her she was nothing like the girls back home.
The only down side was her damn Thursday class. She just wasn't getting the writing. It bored her. But then HE called. The first time they met, here at the club, he promised to help with her writing. They ended up in bed. (And on the floor, the stairwell, the back seat, finally under a table in a restaurant with really slow service anyway.) She hoped to repeat that experience more than she hoped for a writing lesson. On the other hand, he once said that if she wasn't writing well, she wasn't fucking well. That had pissed her off. She was a GREAT fuck. But now it just made her wet. What would he do with her? He told her to be ready after work with a bag packed for the weekend.
Friday dragged on. Even with the tight football butts she couldn't get her mind off the weekend ahead. Well, maybe the butts did more to remind her of the weekend than distract her. She hoped he would show up before closing. Instead she was the last dancer about to remove her clothes for the last song. The other girls were all either at couches in dark corners rubbing their nearly naked bodies on the football boys for tips like kittens begging for a treat, or changing to go home.
As she began her routine of bumps and grinds to the beat of "My Sharona", HE walked in.
It was always his presence that got her. He was handsome, though not ravishingly so. He was strong, though not athletically so. But, he was a force of nature. She grew instantly hot and flushed the moment his gaze met hers. He sat near the door and watched with a soft smile as she humped the stage pole.
She danced as he drank in every detail of her ripe body. The wolf in him was as obvious to her as her painfully hard nipples were to him. If she were a lamb, he would've relished her, morsel by morsel, by now. The thought made her belly quiver and her slick little quim open and close like a sucking baby's mouth.
"Are you ready for your writing lesson?" he asked when they finally met outside.
"I can think of better things to do than write!" she replied quickly.
"Then you haven't been writing, yet, but keep that thought." He laughed.
The miles passed quickly as the couple talked and laughed and fondled each other. (She'd slipped off the g-string and wore only a tiny flowered dress.) The road led away from the city to the South and West into rural Mississippi country, growing wilder. Even though it was late, a full springtime moon clearly lit every tree, pond and field. She soon recognized a state forest near the river where she'd grown up. It made her feel at once safe, at peace, and very excited. After all, in this forest she and her first boyfriend made love over and over, like the rabbits and squirrels they'd frightened...hard and fast.
They were close to where she'd first learned how wonderful a tongue felt on her clit and asshole while leaning her swollen tits against a rough tree trunk. She'd also learned the power a woman's own tongue and pussy can hold over a sex-crazed boy.
He was a basketball player and had the longest, skinniest, hardest dick she'd ever seen. When they broke up, she laid him down on a bed of flowers, under a wild cherry in bloom and rode his cock until she felt it nearly touch her ribs. To say good-bye she climbed off, then let it slide slowly into her tight little asshole. To this day it was the first and the best ass-fuck she'd ever had!
Certain smells, like cherry or wild flowers, still caused an instant reaction in her body. She wondered if she would occasionally catch those instant sex smells on this trip. She hoped so. It would make the weekend almost perfect.
The car suddenly turned off the paved road and trundled along a dirt road bordered on both sides by moss-laden Cyprus trees. They leaned and swayed, as if trying to meet in a roof over the little car path. The effect was like passing into a secret hideaway. After a few hundred yards the path suddenly turned left and the trees gave way to a huge open lawn which gently sloped down to the river. The lawn was bordered on three sides by huge trees. Forest smells on the breeze searched her out and whispered sweet memories. At the far end of the lawn, so lush it was cool green even by moonlight, stood a large three story home, built into the slope. Every window along its two story balcony facing the river was lit. The sounds and shadows of a large party poured from the secluded house.
He sensed her disappointment at the loss of a private weekend and smiled knowingly at her. "It's a group of friends who like to get together a few times a year. You'll enjoy every one, I promise. Besides, this is part of that writing lesson I promised you."
"You said that to write better, I have to fuck better. Do you think I have to fuck a whole party to learn that?" She sounded more disappointed and hurt than she expected.
"I think you have to trust me, if you want to learn what I have to teach you."
They were met by a tall, barefoot, beautifully honey-haired woman in a short, black broomstick skirt. A black lace bodysuit beneath an open blazer enhanced rather than hid her magnificent cleavage. The lights from the windows behind her shone through the semi- translucent clothes to clearly display her nearly perfect legs and hourglass shape. Her smile was ageless, she could've been 20 or 50. The only hint of her true maturity was the grace of her movements. Here was a woman who was comfortable with her beauty and had been for a long time. She was introduced as Elisabeth, the hostess.
"I'm so very glad you came!" Speaking quickly, she smiled directly at her young female guest.
"You picked the one night in a hundred when we have a lot of company! We're usually alone way out here..." An arm slipped around the younger woman's waist as the two strolled towards the house. Both seemed instantly absorbed in each other, as if old friends.
"But, occasionally we have quite a few guests. They seem to know just when the garden is at its best! Come, I have the perfect room for you..." Elisabeth's open warmth and familiar chatter made her guest feel instantly at home...and sorry she'd been so pouty earlier.
On the porch, a huge muscular man with long black hair smiled warmly as he passed the women. He wore tight swimming briefs that enhanced his bulge in the same manner Elisabeth's skirt didn't hide her charms.
"Perhaps this weekend could be as exciting as promised," thought the young dancer.
The bedroom was small, but cozy. It was furnished in dark woods and plush green. A huge four- poster bed dominated the little room leaving barely enough space for a little dresser and an overstuffed armchair that faced the room's one true luxury.
Oriental screens flanked a sliding screen door which opened onto a grassy patio. On both sides of the private little lawn were tall latticeworks covered with ivy and Morning Glories. The area opened onto a huge garden. Closest to the house were flowers of every variety, scent and hue. They danced in the breeze like secret guests to the party. Further out were shadows of what seemed a neatly tended orchard. The garden was illuminated by small lights along pebbled paths. The sounds of the river mingled with the clearly different sound of a small fountain and wind chimes. The moon lit everything as if jealous of a sight usually reserved for sunshine.
Elisabeth pointed to lounge chairs on the deck, "I like to sunbathe nude here. Even without neighbors to watch, I feel like I'm enjoying a naughty little secret." Her guest was more surprised by the word 'naughty' than to learn about sunny days nude in the garden. "It seems everyone should be naked here," she thought, instantly wet from the garden smells.
"I'll tell you another little secret. If the lights are out in this room and it's very bright out- side ...like tonight ...you can see out, but no one knows you're here. It's like a one-way mirror. I've often watched... deer...mating in the garden from that armchair."
The conversation turned to the visit itself. "Of course you're welcome, Dear, but why did he bring you? Are you on your way somewhere together?"
"No. He said he'd give me a writing lesson. I once taught him to dance." Her skin flushed immediately at the memory. (Damn wildflower smells anyway!) It seemed Elisabeth instinctively knew exactly what a 'dance lesson' entailed.
"Oh, you're the one. He's told us how much he enjoys dancing now. It's all due to his instructor. You are very lovely. Watching you dance must be a pleasure." Elisabeth's young guest felt sure the compliment was sincere. She was also sure Elisabeth meant more than music. As soft footsteps retreated, she thought, "I'd love to dance for you."
Alone and still in her "fuck me" clothes, that had not, in fact, led to a short romp at a rest area, "Damn!" she wanted to change into something less damp with anticipated sex before joining the party. Her bag had been left in the room unnoticed while Elisabeth's secret garden story had held her full attention.
A pretty gift box sat beside her duffel. Inside were two vibrators. One was at least twelve inches long but slender, hard and smooth with a slim tip. The other was only 8 inches long, but skin-soft and wide as her upper arm. It's base was round and full as a sack with come-filled balls. The head seemed more a huge purple apple than an imitation cockhead. A note was attached to the longer one by a ribbon.
In order to write, one must love reading. Wait in the chair with the lights out. You will know when to use the gifts. Read with your whole body, not just your eyes.
Intrigued, she changed into a tiny bikini. The butt in the little black briefs still tickled the back of her mind. Then she sat in the overstuffed armchair, in the dark, to watch and wait.
As if on cue a figure appeared only moments later. It strolled in from the orchard, gradually forming into the long-haired Tarzan in the black briefs. He seemed cautious, but not concerned. As if he was doing something unapproved, but not seriously bad.
She sat breathless as he walked directly into her private little deck. He first checked to see if anyone followed, then to see if someone was lurking beyond the lattices, finally to be sure she wasn't watching from behind the screen door. (Or was it to be sure she was?) Then he quickly pulled a Morning Glory from its vine, still closed at this late hour, opened it gently with his thumbs like a labia and inhaled its fragrance deeply.
The scent traveled straight to his sex as quickly as it had hers. With one hand still holding the aroma to his nose, his other hand pulled the rising member from his briefs and stroked it lovingly.
She was transfixed. His cock seemed thick as a tree limb, a perfect match for his physique. As if he'd found a way to build his cock as well as the rippling muscles in his arms and legs.
His masturbation grew quickly in urgency and force. Soon the briefs were forgotten on the ground and he leaned against the trellice. Both hands stroked his rigid pole in unison to his labored breathing. Her own hands found their way into her snatch and it was all she could do to keep her eyes open to watch. Her breathing strained to remain quiet enough to avoid detection.
Just as it seemed they would reach the moment of climax together a soft voice interrupted the scene.
"Starting without me?"
It was Elisabeth. Her jacket was gone and her nipples were rigid little pricks against the rough material of her lace bodysuit.
"Just the smell of this place sets me off!" The man grinned. His penis stood huge and pulsing, pointing at her like an invitation.
Without another word, Elisabeth dropped to her knees and sucked the huge, spongy knob deeply into her throat. Moaning like a woman starved for cock, she sucked and swallowed, bit and nibbled. Her hands stroked the length of shaft exposed beyond her greedy lips or alternated between his huge balls and tight ass.
Their audience of one was awed by any man who could keep his feet under such an onslaught of sheer animal lust. Her own bikini bottoms were long ago abandoned by the time Elisabeth rose to remove her skirt. A quick kiss on the lips and Elisabeth lay on the lounge, her legs spread wide.
The shorter, wider vibrator waited just at the quivering entrance of its final target. With her legs draped over each arm of the chair, as if inviting the people on display to feast on the site of her hungry slit, she waited for the moment Elisabeth would feel penetration to satisfy her own need.
The bastard teased them by only sliding the length of his prick along their slick entrance. He grinned to see luscious hips jump to meet his. He was in control now. Finally inch by agonizing inch the head disappeared between sucking cuntlips. It seemed their clits would scream with relief at the incredible stretching ... until the moment he withdrew.
Two women cursed him to hell. Two hearts stopped at his brash delay. Two sets of incredible legs flexed, begging for his plunge. Finally, when they thought either their hearts would burst or they would scream "Fuck me!!" full-voiced into his face-and damn the consequences, He rammed his meat as deeply into their quim as he could. Again and again he stroked the full bull-girth of his cock in and out. The vibrator, turned off for fear of causing a noise, matched his rhythm, stroke for stroke.
It was the most incredible fucking they had ever experienced. The width of the cock seemed to stretch them almost beyond endurance, but when balls touched their ass, their pussy would convulse, pleading to be used even more viciously. He grabbed their ankles spread their legs even wider and slammed his meat in and out with full force. Harder... Harder... Faster... FASTER...(She made a mental note: Join a gym, she HAD to have a man like this! )
"Elisabeth? What's going on here!?"
(GODDAMMIT!! Does anyone ever cum around this place!?)
The man stopped moving at the sound of the new voice, but Elisabeth was too far gone to care who it might be. With a strength that surprised everyone who saw it, she lifted both bodies with her hips, grabbed his arms and turned. This rolled them both to the ground with her now astride his muscled hips. Sitting straight up, his massive rod was as deeply imbedded in her as it could possibly go. The glazed expression of her eyes, now staring blindly into those of the woman beyond the screen, babbled volumes about heaven and hell.
The vibrator and sweat-soaked body that had matched the couple's movements to this point slid from the armchair to the floor in imitation. On her knees, sympathy cock deep in her own pussy, she took only a moment to look at the newcomer. He was tall and slender, dressed and built for running as much as the man beneath her hostess was built for pummeling things.
His face registered shock, jealousy, anger, sadness. If Elisabeth had been facing him, she might have felt guilt in her belly instead of her lover's huge cock. Facing the screen, slowly grinding that rod in and out, all she could manage was a hoarse whisper.
"I can't stop, Rod. I've tried. But this is more than I can bear to be without."
"You promised me!"
"I'll make it up to you..."
"How!?"
"I'll stop..."
"You'll lie again!"
"What, then?"
"Stop lying! That's all I want. Stop making promises and not keeping them....And YOU..." He pointed at the body now writhing slowly beneath his Elisabeth,
"You promised me too!"
"I love her!"
"I Love her too! THAT'S NOT THE POINT!! I MARRIED HER!" By now his face was as flushed as his wife's breasts.
"What do you want from us?" Now the thick cock was getting more than a little frustrated by the situation.
"Stop cheating. I don't mind sharing her, as long as it's not cuckolding."
"I can't stand this damn lace any longer!" Elisabeth still wore her black bodysuit. The thong bottom was simply pulled aside to accommodate her lover's penetrating attentions. Again she demonstrated strength no one watching would have guessed by grabbing the material caressing her breasts and ripping it open. With the help of both men, she continued to tear until the last wisp about her waist slid easily away.
Completely naked she humped her illicit cock with energy. She was building towards something and her shadow-sister rode the rubber dick in unison to meet her there.
"Rod, I've been bad!" Her croak was muffled by the chest beneath her, "I've been a whore!"
"Darling..."
"Fuck me like a whore, Rod! Fuck my ass! Punish me!"
(God, Yes! Fuck her ass, Rod!)
"I..."
"PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!" Her cry was half prayer- half confession. He had no choice.
("Please, let the other vibrator match Rod's!" A silent prayer before reaching back into the gift box. It did.)
With his woman's tender asshole fully exposed, Rod knelt, naked, behind her. Behind the screen, cushions from the armchair served as poor substitute for the hard chest Elisabeth suckled in anticipation. At least both hands were free to navigate the double violation.
As if they had done this before, (Had they?) The men replaced the shorter, heavier cock in Elisabeth's pussy with her husband's long, slender erection. While one rubbed and pressed her clit, the other searched deeply inside her, until it was completely coated with her juices. After only a few strokes, Rod withdrew, then pressed the head of his shiny pole against her asshole.
Slowly, ever so slowly the head of the rubber dick passed first through the tight opening then each slippery inch of her bowels. The pressure was painful at first. Especially deep where the movement of a thick pole in her cunt pressed up to meet the downward push of the dildo in her ass. The warmth that followed spread outward from her belly to her hair and into her toenails. Dancing for college boys never soaked her with sweat like this. Heaven is a place that smells of wildflowers under a molten moon.
After what seemed hours, Elisabeth raised her head. Both cocks were as deeply inside her as they could possibly go. Four balls pressed her backside. As she arched her back just a little , it seemed she could taste the fine meat her body enjoyed. She opened her eyes to stare directly into the screened bedroom before them.
"Come for me, baby!"
It wasn't clear whom she meant. It didn't matter. Her body rocked now forward, now back...left a little, right a little...faster...deeper...harder...
The women writhed together on their cocks now. When the men came, bellowing and pulling Elisabeth's long hair, the vibrators were switched on. It was the only way to make up for the lack of true hot flesh and spurting scum.
The women's own orgasms seemed anti-climactic by comparison. Elisabeth was a silent screamer.
Suddenly tense, she held rock-still. Her mouth and eyes opened wide. Not a sound...but moments later a sigh. She collapsed between her lovers like so much cloth and bone. Never one for quiet joys of any kind, (Or holding still!) her partner chewed her cushion and humped her ass high into the air until the crazed spasms subsided.
By the time she recovered enough to see outside again, the three lovers had walked into the garden.
An arm slipped around her quivering ribs to pull her into the support of a welcome...familiar... chest. "I've read Elisabeth's stories many times. I never tire of it."
"I love to read." she sighed.