Abby Rode

An adult stories – Abby Rode by lckscknfck7,lckscknfck7 Linda stood in the front doorway of the house, cold air from the open door blowing her ridiculously fluffy bathrobe open and off her shoulders. She just stood there, staring at the large man leaning against the taxi across the street. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. A smile slowly spread across her face.

“Do you know him?” I asked.

“More or less,” Linda answered.

We had just showered together after an interesting night of sex with college boys and other women’s husbands, and had donned matching bathrobes that Jean had probably shared with her ex-husband when they were still married.

As wild as the office party was the night before, I doubted anything else could surprise me, but I was still curious. I was about to head up to the bedroom where Linda’s boss, Kevin had passed out, but I had to wait to see where this was going. Linda was much more adventurous than I was, but if she’d actually flash some random taxi driver, I wanted to see it.

“Well, go see what he wants, or invite him in,” I said. “You’re letting in all the cold air.”

“Sorry, Abby,” Linda said. “I’ll just be a minute.”

I watched as she walked barefoot in the fresh dusting of snow, wearing nothing but the bathrobe, and then Linda gently kissed the taxi driver. She let the robe fall off her shoulders and then to the road where she left it before getting in the back seat of the taxi. I expected the large man to join her, but instead, he opened the driver door, gave a look in my direction, and smiled before getting in. He drove off with Linda seconds later.

I wondered how her husband, Brian, was going to react to her absence whenever he finally woke up. I slipped on a coat over my equally fluffy bathrobe, stepped into a pair of Jean’s gardening boots, and retrieved the discarded robe from the road. My pink nipples became rock-hard thanks to the ice cold barbells piercing them. Once back inside, I put Jean’s coat and boots in the foyer closet and decided to check on everyone else in the house.

I was thankful that the stairs and floors didn’t creak as I made my way past the first bedroom. I peaked inside to see Kevin’s wife, Renee, nestled between Dru and Greg, the two college boys that had been the designated drivers for any drunk couples, and “boy toys” for Renee the previous evening. All three were snoring softly.

In the next room, Danny and Eric both snored loudly, with a gap the size of Jean between them. I wondered where Jean, our hostess, went off to.

I didn’t wonder long as I quietly walked toward the next room. The door was partly closed, left open just enough for me to see Jean sucking my husband Ron’s cock while being taken from behind by her favorite black college student, Terry. I resisted the temptation to join them and moved on to the next room.

Kevin was in the same position Linda and I had left him. On his back, and snoring softly.

Before trying to rock Kevin’s world again, I thought I’d check on Linda’s husband, Brian, in the last bedroom.

Sound asleep.

I carefully closed the door, and went back to see if Kevin was ready for more of my tight, little body, completely forgetting that I hadn’t seen Jean’s son, Michael, anywhere else in the house.

Where Kevin’s wife was rather voluptuous, I was anything but. Renee was 5′ 7″, 150 lbs, big natural boobs, a big butt, and always dressed in a way that tastefully showed off her assets.

I was always told I was small, cute, pretty – and not sexy – in high school, and while all the other girls grew a few more inches taller and gained some weight in four years, I stopped at 5′ 2″ and 100 lbs. When the other girls were going up a bra size or two, I stopped at an A+/B- cup, depending on the style of bra or swimsuit. I filled a B cup bra both times I was pregnant with my two kids, but my boobs went back to their usual small size soon after giving birth. Luckily, I married a “butt and legs” man.

Of course I would.

Being a natural strawberry blonde redhead, I tried not to tan too often as I freckled more than tanned, but a little makeup always smoothed things out. Thanks to my mom’s advice of creams and lotions, my stretch marks remained barely noticeable.

I usually kept my long hair in a braid, but it curled easily when it wanted it to, which was often.

My eyes weren’t just blue, but light blue, and were one of the first things people noticed after getting over how small I was everywhere else.

My round face, small nose, and straight teeth resulted in what most guys referred to as “pretty” even when I put on a lot of make-up. I even overheard one boy in high school say that he felt sorry for that pretty little girl trying to look sexy with all that makeup. Linda helped me skip sexy and go straight to slutty by simplifying the makeup and adjusting my clothing choices – if those choices could even be called clothing.

I did put on a little weight with the kids, but it mostly went to my hips and butt, resulting in a pear shape. I tried everything from Crossfit to yoga in an effort to bounce back, but I found Pilates and spin classes to be the most fun and rewarding. I ran a little, too.

I continued to work out even after getting back in shape mostly because it made me feel good, but also because I liked sex with my husband and stamina was important with him.

Linda had a lot of stamina.

A flat tummy, a small, perfectly round and hard butt, and perfect legs were all I had going for me.

Well, almost all.

I had gotten really good at blowjobs with some help from Linda (and later from Jean) through a lot of practice in a short amount of time. I also made Kegel exercises part of my workout routine to the point of having a very tight pussy when I wanted it to be.

I started to enjoy butt sex once I learned how to adjust my diet, so that was also a plus.

Once in awhile, I’d let Ron finish in my butt after making me come, just to cut down on our chances of getting pregnant again, but eventually I’d go on the pill. Linda preferred butt sex, and when my husband Ron started having his fun with her on business trips, I guess that’s when he also started doing me up the butt more often when he was home. I never knew.

Thanks to Ron’s idea of making home porn on what ended up being a short-but-frequent basis, we both decided to have our pubic hair removed. It made seeing the important parts easier, I supposed, but Ron really liked going down on me more than ever, and the video booth customers seemed to like it, too.

Ron was blessed with finding a wife with a large clit. He had no trouble figuring out where to put his fingers or his tongue during foreplay, and I knew exactly how to position myself on him to come almost every time we had sex. I had no idea how large my clit swelled compared to other women until Linda went down on me. She told me how lucky I was, and when I went down on her to return the favor, I believed her.

Linda inspired me to have my nipples pierced, too. I thought it might spice things up even further.

I was right. The piercings were a definite hit with my husband Ron, Linda’s husband Brian, and Renee’s husband, Kevin, and all the guys I ever interacted with in the video booths.

As for my butt hole, I had experimented with small butt plugs in the past, but nothing too serious. Linda helped me get serious. She also recommended that I have my butt hole bleached, even though it was already pretty, pink, and hairless. Of course, eventually I did that, too. Linda was the voice of experience, after all.

I quietly slid out of the bathrobe and set it on a corner chair in the bedroom. Without waking him, I crawled into bed with Kevin and pressed my naked body against his. I gently kissed his cheek, forehead, neck and finally his mouth. When he kissed me back, I wasn’t even sure if he knew it was me. He kept his eyes closed and simply guided me on top of him. I rubbed my large, swollen clit on his shaft before guiding him inside me.

His hands went from my legs, to my hips, and up to my hard, erect pierced nipples before he opened his eyes.

“Abby?” Kevin suddenly asked.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, gyrating my hips a little before rocking them back and forth. He filled me completely, and my vaginal walls tightened around his shaft.

“Holy shit,” Kevin muttered.

“You like my tight pussy, Kevin?” I asked playfully.

I had a good OBGYN, and the C-section scar from my son was barely noticeable. My daughter wasn’t nearly as big and while a bit of a challenge, she came out naturally. Thanks to the Kegel exercises, I knew my pussy would still be a tight fit for anyone bigger than Ron. Kevin was much bigger.

“Where’s Ron?” he asked. “Where’s Renee?”

“Renee’s asleep down the hall.” I answered, moving up enough to give him a quick kiss on his ear. “My husband is fucking the hostess in the next room,” I whispered.

He must have thought I was revenge fucking him; that I was getting even with Ron by fucking anyone I could. But, I really just wanted Kevin’s dick right then and there.

He was Ron’s boss, sure. Maybe it would help Ron keep his job, and maybe it wouldn’t. Ron hadn’t even fucked his wife, Renee, as far as anyone knew. This was all about Ron fucking Linda when Kevin thought he had Linda all to himself on business trips. He thought that when she was home, working at the office, she only fucked her husband, and rarely at that. Stumbling upon some after-hours office security camera footage, Kevin took the surprise pretty hard, threatening Ron and Linda’s job security. There wasn’t anything we could do to erase Kevin’s memory of what happened, so Linda thought we should give Kevin something else to remember.

Jean’s son, Michael, secretly used his phone to record some of the events of the evening, just in case Kevin needed a reminder.

Maybe I had been a little jealous to find out Ron had been fucking Linda, but after spending some time with her, I could see how it happened. She was hot. And Ron couldn’t help himself. Even I wanted to fuck her.

After our pre-OnlyFan era videos became popular in amateur porn circles, Ron and I actually started making a little money at it. Wife, mother, and amateur porn star?

Could I be sexy? Yes.

Was I sexual? Definitely.

But a slut that fucked guys – and girls – that I knew and some that I didn’t?

After the office party last night, apparently so.

I doubted I was anywhere near the slut Linda was, but I was just getting started. Plus, this was an alternative lifestyle that I had to keep from my kids and parents. Linda had it much easier not having to worry about either.

For the moment, though, I wanted to ride my husband’s boss’s cock for all it was worth, and not worry about anything else.

If anyone were to join us, I hoped it would be Linda’s husband, Brian. It wasn’t that Brian was anything special, but maybe because of just a little bit of jealousy I might have had leftover.

Instead, it was Michael that appeared out of the corner of my eye while I impaled myself on Kevin’s thick tool. He wasn’t naked, though. He was completely dressed, and stood silently while capturing the moment on his phone.

I covered Kevin’s face with kisses as I reached between my legs and pulled his shaft from my pussy.

“Relax, baby,” I said in my sluttiest voice. “Just tilt your head back and let me do all the work.”

He did as I asked, never seeing Michael off to the corner, moving closer to us.

I turned over with my back to Kevin and guided his impressive cock between my butt cheeks. I could see Michael smiling behind his phone.

Kevin was a tighter fit earlier in the evening, and he was still a tight fit, but he wasn’t in a hurry. Just as before, he twisted his thick shaft as he helped push his head past my sphincter, and then waited for me to adjust to him. While a solid nine inches long and wider than my wrist, his dick wasn’t solid muscle, which was a good thing. It was smooth, handsome, and hard, but it still had some sponginess to it, almost like a layer of fat. Depending on the position, it seemed like a very accommodating example of manhood.

I imagined that’s why Linda liked getting fucked by him on those business trips, and maybe why Renee settled on him for a husband.

After some intense clit rubbing, I was able to take half his length inside me. It didn’t hurt, and thankfully for some reason, he didn’t try to go any farther. It was enough for me to work with. The fart noises, while short, were loud enough to wake everyone up and down the hall, but I didn’t hear anyone stir.

I looked into the camera of Michael’s phone as I raised and lowered myself on Kevin’s manhood. I’d find out later that Michael captured every detail. Linda would agree that Kevin’s cock looks even bigger on camera, especially working its way in and out of my toned little body.

I had been on the anal sex diet all week, and so far, I remained pretty clean down there. During my earlier shower with Linda, I put a finger up my butt and it came back clean other than a little semen, but a finger can only reach so far.

I knew I was about all orgasmed out for the night – or morning – so this was all for Kevin. I wanted him to feel like he owned me in every possible way.

I think it worked.

I raised myself up off of his shaft and turned to quickly take him in my mouth. He protested at first, and then went quiet as I licked and sucked.

“I don’t do this for Ron,” I said between slurps. “I’m just doing it for you.”

I straddled him again, facing him, and guided his prick back into my adequately stretched butt hole.

“You actually like it up the ass, Abby?” Kevin asked, gasping. I think he had held out for as long as he could.

“I like YOU up my ass,” I said. His cock spasmed inside me two minutes later.

I slid up and off Kevin’s still-hard dick and felt the cold air enter my gaping butt hole. I tightened it, then opened it again, as if winking at Michael’s phone. Come dripped from my butt onto Kevin’s shaft.

I leaned forward and kissed Kevin’s face, his nose, and eventually his mouth. Our tongues found each other and only a few minutes later, I felt his manhood rise up to slap my pussy.

Okay, I was turned on again. Linda was wrong when she said that Kevin was a good kisser. He was a great kisser.

The room was a little brighter than it had been when I came in. I knew everyone else in the house would probably be awake soon, but my pussy ached and my clit was throbbing.

“Fuck me one more time,” I begged. “I need to come.”

I think Kevin was more concerned than I was that Renee might walk in on us, and started to push me away. I slid under his arms and my mouth found his cock. I licked and sucked on Kevin’s head, admiring it and making it grow until it swelled bigger than I think either of us thought possible.

He angrily flipped me onto my back and stepped off the mattress, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I put my pretty feet on his chest as he slid the head of his cock between my pussy lips. My smile was replaced with a gasp as he sank into me. Kevin held onto my left leg while rubbing my swollen clit with his right thumb. He pressed hard, while slowly fucking me. He knew I was close, and seemed to be waiting for me to beg him to fuck me faster.

“Oh shit,” I said under my breath. “Ron never fucks me this good.”

I wasn’t lying.

“Give it to me,” I begged. “Fuck me hard, baby.”

I was already coming by the time Kevin started picking up the pace. He took his thumb off my clit and used both hands to spread and push back my legs. The bed had been quiet until this point, but now it was announcing that someone was getting fucked hard and fast in that bedroom.

I looked past Kevin’s large body pounding into me to see if Michael was still in the room.

He wasn’t.

Kevin reached down, put his arms behind my back and lifted me off the bed. I tried to lock my legs behind him, but they weren’t long enough. Kevin held me by my butt cheeks and raised and lowered me on his cock as he walked both of us into the slightly-quieter bathroom across the hall.

I looked in the vanity mirror as Kevin bounced me on his cock. He looked huge in comparison to my small frame. I wished Michael had stuck around to take a picture of us, as the memory of that image – among a few others – is something I masturbate to even to this day.

Kevin finally pumped my fertile pussy full of come. It squished around his cock and dripped onto the floor as he pumped into me for a another minute.

When he finally stopped, he let me down gently, and I said, “I’ll clean it up, don’t worry.” Then I got down on my knees and licked the come-covered tiles. If he enjoyed the sight of me doing that, I didn’t know. He quickly walked back to the room where he had been passed out earlier, and started getting dressed. So much for trying to be nasty.

I wiped up the rest of the come on the floor and quickly padded around the house, naked, looking for my clothes.

Jean, her son Michael, and her favorite black college stud Terry were sitting at the breakfast bar, fully dressed, drinking coffee and talking about the weather. It was surreal.

“Missing something?” Jean asked, jokingly.

“My clothes?” I said.

“I put them downstairs next to the shower,” Jean said, before taking another sip. The two college boys barely looked at me, as if seeing me walking around the house naked was completely natural.

“Thanks,” I said, and headed downstairs.

When I looked in the downstairs bathroom vanity mirror, I discovered I had a few new bruises on my legs where Kevin had been holding me a little too tightly. I had dried come on my face and neck… and in my hair.

I definitely couldn’t start the day looking like that.

The shower was warm at first, but quickly started turning colder, which meant someone else was probably taking a shower elsewhere in the house. I washed my hair as quickly as I could, and then the rest of my body. By the time I finished, the water was ice cold.

Jean had left plenty of towels and a hair dryer, so making myself look presentable as opposed to freshly fucked was easy. I went back upstairs after getting dressed, put my hair in a ponytail, and asked Jean for some makeup to apply the finishing touches… and cover up a few bruises.

Michael and Terry were gone, as were the other college boys, Danny, Eric, Dru, and Greg.

“Where’d everyone go?” I asked, a little disappointed that the party was officially over.

“I think Michael went to find Linda, and the others had other places to be,” Jean said. “For what it’s worth, they thought the party was a resounding success. Mission accomplished.”

Ron appeared from the hall a few moments later, dressed, but obviously hungover.

“Good morning,” Ron said to nobody in particular.

Jean handed him a cup of coffee, “Good morning, stud.”

It took a minute for Ron to look me in the eyes. When he did, I finally broke the silence and said, “Have fun?”

Ron nodded.

“Good,” I said, taking a cup of coffee from Jean.

“Did you?” Ron asked.

“Oh, yeah. It was okay,” I said. “I think the kids are going to be spending more time with their grandparents. And their grandparents are probably going to think we’re trying to have another kid,” I laughed.

“Are we?” Ron asked.

“We’ll have to wait and see after last night,” I said as I smiled and walked over to Ron. “But, if I’m not pregnant now, I’m going on the pill again. I think I have a ways to go before coming close to the number of times you’ve cheated on me with Linda on those business trips. So, you can either know about it, or be oblivious to it. But, I intend to get fucked a lot… by you and anyone else I want to have sex with.”

“For how long?” Ron asked, looking sad but also secretly turned on.

“For as long as I want, Ron,” I said, finishing my coffee. “Don’t worry. If anyone takes pictures or videos me, you’ll be one of the first to see them.”

Jean just watched in silence, apparently very entertained.

Kevin and Renee walked down the stairs, next. Renee didn’t look nearly as put together without make-up, but her clothes were clean and pressed thanks to Dru and Greg. Kevin looked like he hadn’t slept in days and reeked of alcohol, body odor, and sex. Renee didn’t seem to mind or notice.

“Want some coffee?” Jean asked the couple.

“No, I think we’re going to head home,” Kevin said.

“Thanks, though,” Renee added. “It was really a wonderful party. Sorry I was such a lightweight.”

“Not at all,” Jean said. “I’m glad you had a good time. Maybe we can do it again, sometime.”

“Not likely,” Kevin said under his breath. Renee gave him a scolding tug on his arm.

“I’d like that,” Renee finished as they walked out the door.

Michael pulled up with Linda a few minutes later. She looked like she hadn’t slept all night.

As soon as she was inside, Linda stripped naked out of Michael’s hoodie and sweatpants and slipped into one of Jean’s ridiculously fluffy bathrobes.

“Coffee?” Linda pleaded with Jean.

“Absolutely,” Jean smiled, handing Linda a cup.

“Is Brian up, yet?” Linda asked.

“I was just about to check on him,” Jean said.

“I bet you were,” Linda said, smiling into her cup.

Linda looked at me a smiled.

I smiled back, and then gave her a full-on kiss on the mouth. Our tongues met and I tasted come mixed with coffee. It was the first time I had ever tasted something like that, but it wouldn’t be the last.

“Good morning?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” Linda said. “I’ll tell you about it, later.”

“Should we get going, babe?” Ron asked me.

“Sure, dear,” I said, and then gave Jean and Linda good-bye hugs.

Linda would later tell me that the taxi driver had been the same large man that had his way with us in the video booth a few weeks prior. I thought he said his name was Benny, but Linda referred to him as Lenny. Whatever.

He was huge in just about every way. Not particularly good looking, but he had a rough, sexy, and street smart demeanor that immediately made most women wet, myself included.

Following that little encounter, Linda set me up with a collection of butt plugs ranging in size of an egg, an avocado, and something even bigger. Each one had a tapered handle to keep them from getting stuck inside me, and the necks to those handles also got thicker as the sizes went up. It was Ron’s idea to buy a sparkly metal butt plug months ago, and I ended up “wearing” it a few times out to the video booths with him. It was on the small side compared to what I had finally graduated to, but I thought it looked pretty. So did anyone that was lucky enough to see it.

The collection of butt toys became a regular part of a weekly routine where I would work on stretching my little butt hole, but also maintain decent control of my sphincter while doing daily activities. Before long, I could keep the larger of the toys in place while going to the grocery store, taking the kids to school, shopping for clothes, and even working out a the gym. Thanks to the one larger-than-avocado butt plug, my experience with Kevin actually went really well. Tight, but only stretching – no tearing. No damage at all, as far as I could tell. And, everything went back to normal within a day.

Linda didn’t have much to say on the ride home with her husband after the party, but Brian asked her for a divorce that afternoon. Not because she had been unfaithful to him, but because he had been unfaithful to her. He thought her unfaithfulness was his fault, and while it turned him on to know she had fucked other men, he was also conflicted over it, and he wasn’t sure how to process that lifestyle going forward. It was certainly unexpected, but she took her time with her answer.

A few days later, she recommended they take a break from “that lifestyle” which included him fucking the daughters and wives of his business partners overseas, and take things back to basics. Just him and just her.

Michael was upset about that at first, but he eventually understood and got over it. Jean might have helped. Mom or not, her blowjobs always had a way of making everything better.

Benny – or Lenny – still fucked Linda whenever he wanted, though, unbeknownst to Brian.

The taxi driver had taken Linda back to her house the morning after the office party, and fucked her for almost two hours straight in her bed. Her husband’s bed. Benny was gone by the time Michael arrived to make sure she was okay and return her back to Jean’s place.

Linda knew Michael really wanted to fuck her before bringing her back, but she said “no.”

That was something she never did with Michael. Linda fucked harder and longer than any woman he knew, and always had room for more – especially when it came to him, but he also knew what they shared wouldn’t last forever. She was finally over him and all of his little get-togethers with his college friends.

She had moved on… to the taxi driver.

A week after the party, I bumped into Michael at Jean’s place. I was retrieving an article of clothing Ron had misplaced, and Michael was visiting from college for the weekend, again.

Jean had stepped out shortly after I arrived, probably thinking I was there to fuck her son, but I really had no idea he would be there. And, I was discovering that as hunky as the college boys were, I was developing a taste for older, more mature gentlemen.

I didn’t indicate the desire to get fucked, and Michael didn’t offer. It actually seemed like a normal interaction, which for us, was awkward.

Then, Michael told me about the gangbangs he had previously arranged for Linda, and asked if I’d be interested in taking her place. News like that is very distracting, and my clit swelled so quickly, I almost forgot what I was doing there.

I explained that my situation was different with kids, not having had my tubes tied, and not wanting to get pregnant. I wasn’t sure I wasn’t already pregnant since several of the men came inside me the weekend before. I wondered how I was going to explain to my mom and dad about having a baby that didn’t look like Ron. Luckily, I didn’t have to wonder very long. At the time, I just told Michael I’d think about it.

Aunt Flow arrived on time, though, and didn’t wear out her welcome.

I went on the pill soon after, even though my OBGYN seemed to think my chances of getting pregnant again were almost none. That was based on normal circumstances, though; sex one or two times a week. When I told her I thought it might become about three times that, she wrote the prescription, and congratulated me on keeping that flame burning. If she only knew.

Once I told Jean that I was on the pill, she told Michael, and Michael shared the news with Terry. The next thing I knew, Michael and Terry were asking me to go on “dates” with some of their shy friends to help them gain confidence with women. I knew what they were really up to; they were practically running an escort service, but no money would be exchanged – as far as I knew.

I had to admit, I was intrigued.

Terry planned to set me up with his black college friends, but I imagined they would be anything but shy. Not all of the dates would end in sex, and he promised that if it got to that point, they would use condoms. Mostly, because he would ask them to, but also because they would probably think I was actually a prostitute. Michael’s cover story was that I was a friend of a friend from another college just looking to meet new people. According to Terry, I still looked age-appropriate to be taken out to dinner, or dancing, or fucking in the back seat of their car, a 4-hour nap motel, or a frat house common area. Just hearing him talk about me like that made me wet.

Michael eventually decided to set me up with older gentlemen, as I had told him my preferences were evolving. I didn’t know how he knew them, but he said they would all either have wives or ex-wives, be in their fifties or sixties, and would expect sex as part of the date.

The boys even helped create a whole different persona to take the place of “I’m a mother-of-two, thirty-something housewife with a recently discovered wild side” conversation. If I could see that there wasn’t an attraction, though, they gave me enough material that I could become very boring very quickly, no matter how hot they thought I looked.

It seemed Terry and Michael thought of everything.

Ron was going to assume I was fucking Kevin. I wished.

That certainly would have kept things simple.

I think Ron would have almost preferred that, as it might turn into better job security for him.

I listened in the drive-thru line at Starbucks while Michael finalized the details.

At least once a week, Terry or Michael planned on calling me, and then mommy would have to run some errands. If the kids were home, I’d put my “work clothes” in a large purse and give Ron a kiss goodbye. If the kids were at my parent’s house when I got the call, I’d dress for success and let Ron get a good look before heading out the door.

That’s what Michael came up with.

That was the plan.

“So, what do you think?” Michael said. “You game?”

I paused for a moment, running everything through my head. I felt warm all over considering the idea of fucking any number of strangers. I really needed to rub my swollen clit. My imagination was running wild and I wanted to get out of the Starbucks line and into a booth of the closest adult video store as quickly as possible.

I was practically panting when I said, “Let’s do it.”

Linda had warned me about not letting the anticipation become more exciting than the actual event, or I might end up disappointed. Her advice didn’t help.

I decided to risk becoming a walking mosaic of freckles and visited a tanning booth. While my C-section scar was barely noticeable, it was practically invisible when I had a perfectly placed bikini tan line. I also knew that if I had nice, small white triangles on my nice, small tits, it would be easier to see that I wasn’t wearing a bra when wearing a sheer top… just in case the gold barbell nipple piercings weren’t enough to give it away.

Even though I worked out, I didn’t want to lose any more weight or develop veiny “guy” muscles. It was a difficult balance to maintain, and I envied Linda for having such a smooth, toned body from doing little more than sex and yoga.

The first call came sooner than expected, less than a month after the office party.

It was an early Wednesday afternoon, and I had to tell Terry I was unavailable. I didn’t have a sitter for my six year-old, Ron was still at work, and my parents were on the other side of town looking at garden supplies.

“Maybe later?” I asked.

“No problem, Abby,” Terry said happily. “If you’re having second thoughts, I get it.”

“No, it’s not that,” I said. “You have no idea how wet my pussy is just thinking about it, but I just can’t get away right now.”

Terry seemed to believe me.

The second call came the next day, but it was for a Friday night “date,” and it was with one of Michael’s acquaintances. Much more doable.

“I think I can make that,” I said, wondering how I would make that.

Ron would be home. I just wasn’t sure running errands at night would be convincing. My kids tell my parents everything.

“How late can you stay out?” Michael asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “How long do I need to stay out?”

“Maybe overnight,” Michael said.

“I can’t be running errands all night, Michael,” I said. “We have to do better than that.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Michael admitted. “It probably needs to be something you can use more than once, too.”

My clit throbbed. Was I going to do this more than once? Of course I was.

“Uh, yeah… okay,” I said softly.

“I’ll figure something out,” Michael said. “In the meantime, let’s go over what you’re gonna wear.”

I didn’t have an outfit that remotely came close to what Michael had in mind. He assumed that the outfit I wore to the office party was part of my regular “adventurous” attire, but it was actually just a costume with a few parts missing. Sports bras that never got a challenge, and yoga pants that did were my daily outfit. I had nice clothes for church, and a few outfits for the occasional video booth date night with Ron, but that was it.

I gave him my sizes and he said he would call me back.

Two hours later, Michael called and told me where to find my clothes for the evening – at one of my regularly frequented adult video and novelty establishments. Paper bag behind the counter. Change clothes in a booth. I could put my regular clothes in the same bag after I changed.

I’d drive myself to the adult video and book store, and Michael would pick me up an hour later. He’d get a call when it was time for me to get a ride back to the porn shop to get my car. As for where I’d be as a cover story… ‘helping someone with a thing.’

“Seriously?” I asked. “That’s all you could come up with?”

“If you don’t like it, maybe ask Ron to come up with something,” Michael said, half-jokingly.

“Ask my husband to come up with a cover story for my family so I can go have sex with a stranger?” I asked.

“Sure,” Michael said. “Why not?”

There was a long pause. I really didn’t know what to do. Maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this. I couldn’t believe Linda had managed to be such a slut for so long without anyone finding out. I had my fun, and Ron still found time to take me to adult book and video stores to let other men ogle at me, so maybe that was enough.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6pm,” Michael said, and then hung up.

Ron came home with the kids and groceries an hour later. I kissed him hello, and took care of the kids while he put the groceries away and settled in for the night.

While starting on dinner, he came up behind me and gave me a hug and kiss on the neck.

“What was that for?” I asked, not that I didn’t like it.

“Oh, just glad to be home,” Ron said. “Thinking about what kind of trouble we can get into this weekend.”

“What?” I asked, forgetting that my parents wanted to take the kids to the zoo over the weekend.

“We’re dropping the kids off at your parent’s tomorrow afternoon, right?” Ron asked.

“Uh, yeah… about that,” I said. “I think I might be having a girl night out tomorrow night.”

“Don’t you mean girls?” Ron said, stressing the plural.

“Ummm, no,” I said sweetly. “I’m going out, but you can say it was a girls night out, if you want.”

“How long will you be out?” Ron asked, dreading my answer.

“All night, I suppose,” I said, turning and bringing his arms around me tighter. “Don’t worry, Ron. I’ll still come home to you and tell you all about it. You’re still my number one guy, okay?”

I knew he was okay with it from the bulge in his pants.

“Besides, that’s tomorrow night,” I said. “Tonight, I’m yours.”

After we put the kids to bed, we watched a little TV, snuggled, and I gave him a great warm-up blowjob. He didn’t know the warm-up wasn’t in preparation for another one with him. I let him fuck me and pretended to enjoy it, but my mind was elsewhere. Luckily, after he came he was one and done, and passed out after a quick shower. He didn’t even ask me to take out the large butt plug, or ask me if that was in preparation for my upcoming “date.” He just assumed, and accepted, which was probably for the best.

I took a little longer in the bathroom, painting my nails, plucking whatever hairs the laser treatment missed, and giving myself an enema. I’d do another the next day, but this was just part of a routine I had started weeks before the office party.

I slept in, and when I woke up, the house was empty. Ron had already left with the kids, and I had hair to curl, make-up to apply, and work-out clothes to put on – but I had all day to do it. I fixed a healthy salad, drank more water than I needed to, and went back to sleep. My ringing cellphone woke me up.

“Hey, where are you?” I asked.

“Dropped off the kids at your parent’s and headed back to the office for a bit,” Ron said. “When are you leaving?”

“In a few hours,” I said.

“Can I ask where you’re going?” Ron asked.

“You can ask,” I started. “I would tell you if I knew, but I won’t know until I get there. Blind date.”

There was a long pause.

“Do you need anything?” Ron asked.

Another long pause.

“No, I think I’m good, dear,” I said.

“Okay, well… I love you,” Ron said.

“I love you, too,” I said, and ended the call.

Another enema, another shower, hair curling, a little make-up, perfume, yoga pants, t-shirt, and flip-slops, and I was out the door.

My Honda mom-mobile looked out of place in the adult novelty and book store parking lot, but Michael assured me that it would be safe. Ron and I had been to the same place almost a dozen times before, and never had a problem.

The large man sitting behind the counter motioned for me to look behind the register and pointed at a large paper bag on the floor. He gave me a cup of tokens.

“Booth three is open. Change in there,” the large man said. “I cleaned it a little while ago, so it should still be okay.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling politely, and wondered just how much Michael had told him or anyone else.

The booth was clean enough, and I quickly latched the door and stripped out of my yoga pants, sports bra, and stretched out t-shirt. I kept the flip-flops on until I knew what kind of shoes Michael had picked out.

“High-heeled sandals,” I said. “Of course.” Size six was a half-size too big, but I thought I could wear them without twisting an ankle.

I pulled out the small bundle of fabric and tried to figure out how it was supposed to be worn. The front and back appeared identical, held together by crisscrossed spaghetti strings on the sides. I guessed the knots were at the bottom and the larger loops were the shoulder straps.

G-string panties.

No bra. I’d get to show off those white triangles.

I held the dress fabric up to the illuminated TV screen.

“Not exactly see-through, but still pretty thin material,” I said to myself, ignoring the fingers poking through the glory holes on either side of the booth. “At least it stretches nicely.”

The G-string seemed like a waste of time. The tiny triangle did little more than cover my clit and an inch of my slit. I put it on, anyway.

I quickly found the shoulder straps of the dress to be too short, as they pulled the top of the dress to just below my armpits, and the bottom of the dress about an inch above my bald pussy.

“That can’t be right,” I said.

I pulled my arms out of the loops, and pulled the dress down to where I thought it should be. I’ve had dresses where the loops were meant for hanging the dress on a hanger, but I was pretty sure these were supposed to go over my shoulders.

There had to be a way to fix it.

I untied the knots at the bottom of the dress and pulled them up and out of the side holes a few inches up. I retied the knots, tugged on the adjusted shoulder straps, and had the dress perfectly placed to cover just enough of my small tits while covering just enough of my nice, round butt.

The laced gap between the front and back halves of the dress was about four inches wide on each side, letting everyone know I wasn’t wearing a bra and only the skimpiest of panties. But now, with the bottom few inches of the already-too-short dress opened like a side slit, I wondered how often everyone would see the tiny G-string trying to cover my hairless pussy when I walked, or my shiny, little butt plug whenever I bent over.

“This should make for an interesting date,” I thought.

I put my clothes and flip flops in the bag, tucked my small purse under my arm, and bent over to kiss the head of a cock poking through one of the glory holes.

“Maybe next time,” I whispered to the familiar sight.

Michael was waiting for me in an unfamiliar car, just outside. At first, I wasn’t sure it was him, but he flashed his lights as soon as I stepped outside. I’m sure I looked like a prostitute meeting her “John.”

“New old car?” I asked, as it looked like one my dad owned from the 1970’s, complete with a bench front seat.

“Borrowing it for the weekend,” Michael said, looking me over. He smiled and opened his pants so he could release his forming erection. “Hungry?”

He came and I swallowed, twice in the twenty minutes it took to get from the porn shop to wherever it was we were going.

When I sat back up, I checked my makeup in the visor mirror, closed my purse, and looked around trying to figure out where we were.

“You can leave your stuff in the car,” Michael said. “You won’t need anything but what you have on.”

“What about my purse… and my phone?” I asked.

“You can leave those, too,” Michael said. “Just put them in the bag. They’ll be safe.”

“How will you know when to pick me up?” I asked.

“They’ll call me,” Michael said.

“They?” I asked, confused because I thought this was a date with an older gentleman.

One – older gentleman.

“It was going to be just one old guy, but he doubted he’d get to nut more than a few times and wanted to make it worth your while,” Michael said, finally tucking away his half-erect dick.

“Considerate of him,” I said, placing my phone in my purse.

“Don’t forget the ring,” Michael added.

I looked at Michael as I took off my wedding ring. I placed it in a side pocket in my purse, and then placed my purse in the bag with my house clothes. I had never taken my ring off since marrying Ron. Even while I was getting fucked by Kevin, Ron’s boss knew he was fucking a married woman. The times I jerked off and gave the occasional blowjobs to the dicks poking through the glory holes with Ron watching, I always wore my ring. This was about to be something different.

When I stepped out of the car, I wasn’t supposed to be married and in my early thirties. I was supposed to be a college girl, again. Single. Impressionable. Horny.

“What is this place?” I asked as I dwelled on not having my phone.

“An old VFW hall. Changed owners a few times,” Michael said. “Now, it’s just a quiet, little bar with a few old guys and a few bar flies. They can get rowdy, though, so don’t let their grandpa act fool you.”

“Are they safe?” I asked.

“More or less,” Michael smiled. “A little kinky, but I figured you might like that.”

“How kinky?” I asked, my mouth watering for some unexplained reason.

“They think I’m bringing them a college girl, just out of high school,” Michael said. “You’d definitely look it if we gave you a school girl outfit, but it would have looked like you were trying too hard.

Too obvious. Instead, you’re dressed like that so you look like you’re trying to look over twenty-one, get it?”

I nodded. “So, I’m a girl with daddy issues?” I asked.

“Something like that,” Michael said. “Maybe a horny college freshman with daddy issues. Can you handle that?”

I nodded. I knew girls like that, but hadn’t been one myself – as far as I knew.

“How are they going to last long enough for me to be out all night?” I asked, thinking this wasn’t going to take very long. “And how many are there?”

“Just two or three. Okay, maybe four. Oh, and don’t let their old age fool you,” Michael said. “They’ve been around once or twice, and just might surprise you.”

My heart was pounding. I wondered if Linda ever got this excited before a “date.” She must have.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, and if I’m wrong and you’re not having a good time, I’ll take you back to your minivan,” Michael motioned for me to open the door. “But, I doubt that’ll be the case.”

Michael looked around, pointed to a door on the side of the building, and said, “Ask for Little John.”

“My date?” I asked before closing the door.

“Yep, one of them,” Michael said. “Have fun, Abby – and remember to act like a college girl with daddy issues. Oh, and don’t get drunk.”

“What’s wrong with having a few drinks?” I asked, remembering how I had been drinking ginger ale all night at the office party and pretending to be on the verge of alcohol poisoning. For my size, when I really did drink, I thought I handled my alcohol pretty well.

“They’re dirty old men, Abby. You’ll figure it out,” Michael said, pulling the door closed and waiving goodbye.

The side door to the establishment was locked when I pulled on the handle. I turned to look at Michael, but he was already pulling away.

I knocked, and waited. I didn’t realize how cold it was outside until knocking a third time with no response. I walked to one side of the building, and then the other, and didn’t see any parked cars. I wondered if Michael took me to the wrong place, and I started to panic. Then, someone finally opened the door. It startled me so much I almost jumped.

“Can I help you, missy?” an old man said.

“I’m here for… to meet Little John,” I stammered.

“Oh, yes, yes… come in,” the old man said. “You must be freezing in that little outfit.”

“It’s a little colder than I thought it would be,” I said, allowing him to hold the door open for me.

I heard him lock the door behind me.

“Yes, yes… come in, missy. Little John has been looking forward to meeting you,” the old man said. He must have been in his late 60’s, short white hair, maybe on the frail side the way he was hunched over, and probably an inch shorter than me with heels.

“You can call me Abby,” I said.

“Is that your name, or is that what you want to be called?” the old man said. He waited for a moment, laughed to himself, and said, “I’m just funnin’ you. I’m Mort. Bartender, and custodian of this old place.”

“Hi, Mort,” I said. “My name really is Abby.”

“Abby, are you even old enough to be in a bar?” Mort asked.

“Ummm, y-yes?” I stammered. Mort just smiled.

“Good enough for me, not that it would help to ask you for ID,” Mort looked me over. “Doesn’t look like you brought any, unless you’re hiding it somewhere,” he smiled with a twinkle in his eye.

“No,” I said. “Guess I forgot.”

I followed Mort down a few stairs until they opened up to a large room complete with a long bar, pool tables, pinball games, Foosball table, shuffleboard, and jukebox. Everything was easily fifty years old, but clean, and well-maintained. I wondered if the same could be said for the bar patrons.

The bar was almost completely empty. There were only two men sitting at the bar; one rather large gentleman, and the other about the same size as Mort. I wondered which one was Little John. They dressed like businessmen – nice shirts, nice pants, nice shoes, but no ties or jackets, as if they had just removed them after getting off work at some white collar job.

“Excuse me,” I said in a voice a little higher-pitched than normal. Completely unintentional.

They both turned inward to look at me.

“Umm, Hi. Would either of you happen to be Little John?” I asked with an expectant smile.

They both looked at each other and grinned.

“I wish,” the large man said, looking me over.

“He’s in the restroom, sweetie,” the other man said. “Can we get you a drink while you wait?”

The smaller man moved to the bar stool to his right and motioned to the empty seat between him and the larger man.

I accepted.

Mort appeared on the other side of the bar and asked, “What’ll you have, Abby?”

“I don’t know,” I said shyly. “What’s good?”

“Abby, huh?” the little old man to my right asked. “I’m Cecil. The fella on your left is Jerry, but we all call him Fat Ass.” Cecil and Mort chuckled to each other.

“Pleased to meet you Cecil,” I said, holding out my hand. He shook it gently, and then I turned to Fat Ass on my left. “Pleased to meet you, Jerry.”

“Are you sure you’re old enough to drink… Abby?” Jerry asked.

“Ummm, yes?” I said again, sounding not so sure this time.

“I’m having a Gin and Tonic,” Jerry said. “Cecil is having his usual Old Fashioned.”

“Can I try yours?” I asked, happy the “naive redhead with dumb blonde highlights act” seemed to be working.

Jerry put the stirring straw back in the glass and made me lean over to take a sip. Looking in the mirror behind the bar, I could see Cecil’s eyes were fixated on my butt.

“I like that,” I said. Mort nodded, and proceeded to make one for me.

“So, how’d you meet Little John?” Jerry asked.

“I haven’t met him, yet, silly,” I said.

Jerry looked at me like there was no way I could be that stupid, so I added, “A friend from school said he was a nice guy that I would probably like to meet.”

“And why is that?” Cecil asked. “Don’t you have some high school boys chasing after you?”

“College, and no,” I said, taking the drink from Mort and smiling a thank you to him. “I just broke up with my boyfriend, and decided that I’d like to try meeting someone a little more mature.”

I sipped my drink through the tiny straw, and forgot what I was drinking. Cecil put his left hand on my right leg, and Jerry put his right hand on my left leg. They both pulled ever so slightly, and I shifted on the bar stool as if I didn’t notice. I didn’t want them to get discouraged, though.

I let them spread my legs, but only a little.

“Wow, that’s strong!” I said.

“I see you’ve already gotten yourself a drink,” a voice said behind me.

I turned, pulling away from the hands on my legs and stepped off the bar stool to greet Little John.

“Hi, I’m Abby,” I held out my hand.

“Little John,” he replied, taking my hand, kissing it like a gentleman, and then sliding his hand down to my waist. “You’re a little thing, aren’t you?”

I let him look. Then I looked at him the same way.

“The name doesn’t suit you,” I said, taking in his large frame. Where Jerry was large and fat, Little John was large, wide, and just a little mean-looking. Maybe not mean… but, rough. Like he had a hard life, but he didn’t let it stop him from enjoying the finer, half-naked things when they were standing right in front of him.

“Cecil, why don’t you play something on the jukebox?” Little John asked. Except, he wasn’t really asking.

Cecil got up from his bar stool and sauntered over to the beautiful machine.

“What do you want to hear?” Cecil asked.

“What do you want to hear, Abby?” Little John asked.

“I don’t know… something fun, or something I can dance to, maybe?” I said, innocently.

“Why don’t you go help Cecil out,” Little John said. “He doesn’t know anything after 1975, but the assholes that owned this place before Mort started working here threw in some newer stuff you might like.”

“Okay,” I said with a smile.

I stepped away from the bar and was surprised that one drink had already made me tipsy. I didn’t think it was that strong, but I was definitely feeling it by the time I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Cecil.

I picked out a few songs that I was surprised they had, and then looked around the room.

“Cecil, do you know how to play pool?” I asked.

“Of course, missy,” Cecil said. “Do you want to play?”

“I don’t really know how,” I lied. “Would you teach me?”

Cecil nodded, smiling.

Of the three tables off to the side of the bar, I pointed to the one that had the most light and was most visible to Little John, Jerry, and Mort.

“How about that one?” I asked Cecil.

“Oh, that’s as good as any, I suppose,” Cecil said.

“Good. I just need to use the little girl’s room before we start, though. Okay?” I asked.

“We don’t have one of those, but the restroom is down the hall to the right of the bar,” Cecil said.

“Okay, I’ll only be a minute,” I said.

“Take your time,” Cecil said. “Should I get you another drink?”

“That’d be sweet of you. Thanks,” I said.

The restroom was surprisingly clean. Not spotless, but certainly cleaner than I had expected, and well-lit. I wondered why they didn’t have a separate ladies room, and then realized with as busy as this place was on a Friday night, they probably didn’t need one.

Three stalls. Three urinals. Three sinks.

I went to one of the stalls and peed what little bit I could, although that wasn’t really why I wanted to use the restroom.

I stepped out of my panties, stepped out of the stall, and hung them on the corner of the mirror over the middle sink. I checked my makeup, my hair, and my dress. Earlier in the video booth, the dress didn’t really look see-through. In the light of the bar bathroom, I realized it actually was. The men had probably been enjoying the sight of my pierced nipples the whole time.

I could also see that the small white triangle above my hairless pussy was now easily visible through the thin fabric of the dress. If there was any doubt in anyone’s mind about my willingness to fool around, I hoped that would clear things up.

I wasn’t sure I was pulling off “under twenty-one” but I was certainly not looking like a thirty-something mother of two. Maybe early twenties. Good enough.

And, with their old eyes, I figured I probably looked even younger.

Despite the blowjob I gave Michael on the way, my makeup still looked good. My nail polish on my fingernails and toenails was still perfect. The tan was working for me, and my hair looked better than it had in months. Of all the times Michael or Ron weren’t around with a camera. I wondered if I’d ever look this hot again.

“Time to get fucked by a bunch of horny old men,” I said in the mirror.

As I turned to walk out of the restroom, I thought about taking off the dress, too, and walking into the bar naked. I was practically naked, anyway.

Instead, I figured I would tease a little longer, or at least as long as I could.

“Pace yourself, Abby,” I said to my reflection, echoing something Linda had told me.

I’m not sure I could have smiled any wider when I walked back into the bar area. I walked over to Little John, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, “I’m going to play some pool with Cecil if that’s okay?”

“That’s fine,” Little John said.

“Want to join us?” I asked.

“In a bit,” Little John said. “For now, I think I’ll just sit right here and enjoy the view.”

I hoped it wouldn’t be long before he was getting more than just a view, though. I was definitely becoming aroused.

Cecil had already racked the balls and had another Gin and Tonic waiting for me on a high shelf next to the pool cues. I reached up for my drink and could feel the bottom of the dress pull up, completely exposing the bottom half of my butt cheeks. I pretended not to notice, and left it that way.

Looking in the mirrors that lined the walls near the pool tables, I could see Little John noticed. So did everyone else, but nobody said anything. They just let me play.

Cecil knew the game, and was actually very good. He missed a few shots, intentionally leaving the cue ball in such a position that I would have to lean over the table to make my next shot, and I played along.

I knew they had to have seen my small, jeweled butt plug at some point, but I was doing my best to not be obvious about it. I even pulled the dress down after one shot just to see if there would be any sign of disappointment on their faces. There was.

I let it ride up again, and again I left it there. Their smiles quickly returned.

Cecil let me win, and I did a little jump in celebration like a giddy school girl, bringing the bottom of the dress up high enough to allow an unobstructed view of my wet pussy lips. Jerry obviously liked that as he had to adjust his growing bulge in response. Little John barely seemed to notice, though.

Then, a song played on the jukebox that I remembered dancing to at someone’s wedding. I tried to remember how I danced, because Ron had told me half the guys were undressing me with their eyes while I was on the dance floor. The other half were getting scolded by their wives or dates.

Minimal arm movements. Minimal leg movements. Hands close to my body. A sexy sway. It was coming back to me.

I stepped to an open area which I guessed was as good a dance floor as this place was going to get.

I motioned for Little John to join me, and after Jerry motioned that if Little John didn’t get out there, he would, Little John slowly got off his bar stool.

Little John was no dancer.

Instead, he let me dance around him, and I let him touch me with his large, warm hands.

He’d smile. I’d laugh, and then dance around him.

He pulled me close to him a few times, and I pulled myself up to kiss his cheek. He pulled me close again, lifting me off the floor, and I kissed his neck.

When he bent down to kiss me on the mouth, I reached down and brushed my hand across his groin.

“You’re making my cock hard, Abby,” Little John said somewhat unexpectedly.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.

“It’s a naughty thing,” Little John said. “Just like that naughty little jewelry you have nestled between your cute, little butt cheeks.”

“I’m a naughty girl,” I smiled, playing along.

“It would appear so,” Little John said, smiling slightly. “Well, you know what naughty girls get?” Little John asked.

I almost said, “fucked?”

Then I almost said “your cock?” but decided to just look puzzled – and a little drunk, because I was.

“A spanking,” Little John answered.

My clit instantly swelled and began to throb.

“Do you want to give my cute, little butt a spanking, Little John?” I purred.

“I’m going to do more than that, Abby,” Little John grinned. “A lot more.”

“Promise?” I whispered in his ear while rubbing his groin, again.

I expected to find a growing bulge between his legs. What I felt was a hard lump extending down his right pants leg halfway down to his knee. It was easily as wide as my forearm.

“Oh, wow,” was about all I could say.

“Yeah,” Little John said. “You want that?”

“Oh, wow,” I said, again. “Is that all you?”

“Oh yeah,” Little John said. “All me. Think you can handle it?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “You’re so big!”

I had planned on using that line, anyway. But, I hadn’t planned on actually meaning it.

My pussy was already aching to be fucked.

I’d handled big cocks, before, on much younger guys in better shape and with longer stamina than me.

Something about Little John and his friends, though, gave my stomach butterflies.

“Lose the dress,” Little John said softly.

“Here?” I asked. “Now? In front of everyone?”

“Yeah,” Little John said. “It did it’s job. Set the tone. It left little to the imagination, anyway. But keep dancing. I like the way you dance, naughty girl.”

“What if more people show up?” I asked, taking my arms out of the shoulder straps and inching the dress down my body.

“The more the merrier, right?” Little John said, grinning.

“Not exactly the first date I was expecting, Little John,” I said, letting the dress fall to the floor and stepping out of it. I bent over to pick it up, knowing Jerry, Cecil, and Mort would get another great view of my nice legs and sparkling jewelry between my butt cheeks.

“Shoes, too?” I asked.

“You can leave them on for now,” Little John said. “The floor is probably a little cold.”

I walked toward Jerry and Mort and placed my dress on the bar.

“Don’t let me leave without this, okay?” I asked Mort.

Mort just nodded, staring at my pierced nipples. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, I could see Jerry and Cecil looking at my butt and legs as I walked past them.

I walked back to Little John, who had moved a little closer to the bar, and I resumed dancing around him. The songs I had picked eventually ended, and the jukebox started playing random oldies which I couldn’t dance to. Mort turned down the volume, but let the jukebox play.

Little John motioned for us to move back to the bar, and I watched as Jerry, Mort, and Cecil gave me their full attention. Cecil was practically drooling.

I sipped from a fresh Gin and Tonic that Mort handed to me, placed it back on the bar, and immediately felt dizzy.

“Woah, missy,” Jerry said, reaching out an arm to keep me from falling. “Maybe you should slow down.”

“That’s like my third drink, isn’t it?” I asked. “I didn’t even finish the first two.”

I stumbled again, wishing I had taken off the high-heeled sandals regardless of the cold floor.

Jerry caught me under one arm, and Cecil meant to put an arm around my waist – but ended up grabbing me around a leg. His wrist pressed against my wet pussy.

“I think she pissed herself,” Cecil said.

“It’s not piss,” I said. “I’m just really turned on. Like, crazy turned on. I can’t explain it.”

Cecil had his fingers in my pussy a second later. I cooed and rotated on his hand while Jerry reached under my arms and squeezed my pierced nipples. Little John just looked at me and nodded.

“Oh shit!” I gasped. “Fuck!”

The orgasm came out of nowhere. My legs shook and my stomach clenched tightly. I guess my stomach wasn’t the only thing clenching.

“Owww!” Cecil yelled. “She about broke my fingers!”

“I’m so sorry, Cecil,” I panted. “I guess I’m still pretty tight. Maybe you can loosen me up?”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Cecil was nice, but there was absolutely no sexual attraction to him earlier. Now, all I wanted was to feel his dick inside me. Or anyone’s dick.

“A very naughty girl,” Little John said. “I think it’s time to take you over my knee.”

Between the bar and the pool tables, there were a few booths and regular tables and chairs. Little John led me to the closest table. He sat down at one of the chairs, stretched out his legs, and pulled me across his lap.

The first slap on my ass surprised me as much as it seemed to have hurt Little John’s hand. He unceremoniously pulled out my butt plug and held it in front of my face.

“Why would a sweet little thing like you be walking around with this in her butt?” Little John asked.

“I like the way it feels?” I answered honestly.

His hand came down again, and this time the pain was different. More of stinging sensation.

I liked it, but gasped anyway.

The way he was holding the butt plug inches from my face, I wondered if he wanted me to put it in my mouth. I waited, though.

Another slap, and I could feel his hand prints forming across my cheeks. I cried out in anticipation of the next slap, but instead, Little John spread my legs slightly and eased two fingers inside my pussy. He handed my butt plug to Cecil, who quickly disappeared with my toy.

Jerry stood in front of me and began fumbling with his pants.

“Being such a naughty girl, you’re probably no stranger to sucking dick, are you?” Little John asked.

I knew when he pulled his fingers from my pussy, that his hand would be impacting my poor little butt cheeks seconds later.

The slap noise that followed was the loudest, yet. I cried out and reached back to cover my butt, but Little John held my arms together behind my back.

“You suck a lot of dick in school?” Jerry asked.

“Just my boyfriend’s,” I said, tears starting to well in my eyes.

“And how many boyfriends did you suck?” Little John asked.

“One…but…” I couldn’t finish as Little John’s hand came down again.

“I don’t believe you,” Little John said. “You’re too naughty to just suck off one boyfriend.”

“Seven,” I started, feeling Little John’s fingers re-enter my pussy.

“…teen,” I finished, feeling him add a third finger to the two that were already doing their magic inside me. That seemed to satisfy him for the moment.

“How many did you fuck?” Little John asked, easing his thumb into my asshole while continuing to works his fingers inside me.

“Three,” I said quietly.

“At the same time?” Little John asked.

“Two…” I felt his fingers begin to leave my pussy. “Three! I let all three fuck me at the same time!” I said, and his fingers and thumb sank deeper inside me.

“I thought so,” Little John said. “I don’t think we’re going to fuck you at the same time, Abby, as much as you’d probably like that. At least, not right away.”

Jerry’s prick was finally out of his pants and dripping precome an inch from my nose. He was bigger than I expected, but certainly not in the “well hung” category. I was surprised by the large tuft of salt and pepper hair above his cock and around his balls. I had been spoiled by the manscaped cocks I had recently enjoyed, including Kevin’s.

“If it’s all the same to you, I think we’ll just take turns fucking you for now,” Little John said. “Would you like that?”

I nodded and began to say “Yes” when Jerry pushed his dick in my mouth and down my throat.

I wasn’t expecting him to face-fuck me like that, and I gagged and instantly regretted it as I felt the fingers leave my pussy.

Instead of another intense slap on my ass, though, someone rubbed an ice cube on my butt.

Mort to the rescue.

While Mort rubbed the ice cube over my butt cheeks, Cecil was busy pulling off my high-heeled sandals.

Cecil kissed my feet and licked the soles and my toes. I half expected him to start sliding his dick between my feet, as that’s what usually happens after anyone spends that much time kissing them.

Instead, Cecil just took my shoes to the other side of the bar, no doubt next to my dress and butt plug.

Jerry, meanwhile, had found his rhythm and was fucking my face for all he was worth. Once he remembered that I needed to breath once in awhile, I started getting into it.

Little John held me across his lap, making sure I wouldn’t fall off. He resumed fingering my pussy and thumbing my asshole in time with Jerry’s thrusts into my face.

In less than five minutes, Jerry began to twitch in front of me, trying his best to hold out as long as he could. I instinctively bobbed, sucked, and swallowed in rapid succession until I felt the pulse of come travel through his shaft and down my throat. He barely gave me the chance to taste it.

I wasn’t far behind, but Little John decided to slow his movements for the time being, almost as if he didn’t want me to come, yet. Jerry’s thrusts slowed, but I kept him in my mouth for as long as he wanted.

Eventually, he pulled back and his half-erect dick plopped out of my mouth.

“Did you like that?” I asked after catching my breath. I looked up at him, licking my lips, and blinking innocently.

“Best blowjob I had in my life,” Jerry said with a half smile. I smiled back at him, genuinely happy to hear it.

Mort helped me to my feet and I stumbled like I had lost my balance. He caught me, and I could feel the muscles under his shirt for the second or two he held me close to him. He seemed taller than when we first met. He was no longer hunched over, and actually stood with perfect posture. Our eyes met, and I saw him differently for a moment. He might have been more than thirty years older than me, but he was very handsome, and surprisingly strong. I hoped he had a nice cock and knew how to use it. And, I thought I’d really like looking at him while he fucked me. I couldn’t believe I was already fantasizing about him fucking me.

First Cecil, and now Mort.

Without my heels, I stood much shorter than Jerry and Little John, and surprisingly shorter than Cecil and Mort, too. “Had Cecil been hunched over, too?” I wondered to myself.

Mort stepped away and pulled something from inside one of the larger bench seats at a nearby booth. It looked like a rolled-up school gym mat they used to use in the ’80’s. He unrolled it onto the floor in front of me.

“Do you work out, Abby?” Little John asked. As if he needed to.

“A little,” I said. “Can you tell?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” Little John said. “You’ve got a tight little body on you.”

“Do you like it?” I asked. “My boobs aren’t too small?”

“What you lack in tits you more than make up for everywhere else,” Little John said.

Cecil stood on the mat in front of me and started to undo his pants.

His hands were shaking.

“Are you next?” I asked, helping Cecil with his trousers.

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me with an expectant smile.

I undid his belt, then his fly, and pulled his trousers down to his knees. I tugged at his boxers, and was rewarded by his wet prick flinging pre-come on my face. I scooped his semen from my cheek and chin into my mouth.

“Mmmm,” I said. “Cecil, you taste good!”

I looked toward Little John, more or less making sure it was okay to kneel in front of Cecil. Little John nodded and I got down on the mat.

Cecil stood motionless, allowing me to do all the work on his not-quite-erect, and relatively small manhood. His tuft of white pubic hair smelled like dandruff shampoo. He was easy to suck, though.

I took Cecil’s prick out of my mouth and smiled up at him.

“Would you like to lay down, Cecil?” I asked.

Cecil practically fell onto the mat, laying back and stretching his legs out.

I straddled his face and gently lowered my pussy onto his mouth.

He knew what to do.

He worked his tongue on my sex like it was his last meal. I gyrated my hips and accidentally repositioned my butt hole on his nose. He tilted his chin up and poked my anus with his tongue.

“Oh, Cecil!” I cried out playfully, but I made no effort to stop him.

There was no mistaking my enjoyment, though. Or his.

I let him lick my ass for a few minutes as I watched the veins stand out on his stiffening prick. It seemed to grow another inch in both length and thickness right before my eyes.

“That’s more like it,” I thought.

I thought about waddling toward his legs and taking his modest dick in my ass, or maybe my pussy, but I decided to just lean over and let him finish in my mouth. He didn’t take long, and he really did taste good. He must have been reading Cosmopolitan where they covered diets that make semen taste good. I swallowed, actually enjoying it and wondered how long it would take him to recover.

I gently sucked and swallowed until he was completely spent, and then spun around to give Cecil a kiss on the cheek.

“Your come was delicious, Cecil,” I whispered in his ear. “I know you’re probably going to end up fucking me along with the rest of your friends, but I’d really like it if you remembered to finish in my mouth, okay? Seriously, you really tasted good and I’m not just saying that. Come in my mouth, again later, please? As much as you want.”

Cecil nodded, and I kissed him on the mouth. If he had opened his mouth, I would have French kissed him until he was hard again. But, I think he was busy processing what I just whispered in his ear.

If it was possible to look graceful while standing up, naked, on a gym mat after having just finished giving a blowjob, I had no idea. I tried, though.

I looked at Mort and then to Little John. Neither seemed to be making the effort to undo their pants.

“What would you like to do, now?” I asked Little John, thinking one or both of them would be taking Cecil’s place.

“Mort, would you like to do the honors of loosening her up for me?” Little John asked.

I was surprised I didn’t come right there. I had been so close to orgasm from Little John’s fingering and Cecil’s tonguing, I knew it wouldn’t take much to take me over the edge. Hearing Little John offering me up to one of his friends to “loosen me up” for him made me wonder how big Mort was, and how much bigger Little John must be. The fact that he had asked Mort, whom I had just been fantasizing about, made me blush.

Mort handed me my glass of Gin and Tonic. I skipped the straw and took a big gulp, swishing the drink in my mouth before swallowing.

Mort nodded, and then said, “Finish it.”

I tilted my head back and downed the rest of the drink, and handed Mort the empty glass.

He took the glass and placed it on the table next to us, and then began taking off his clothes.

To say Mort was in great shape for his age would be an understatement.

He was covered in muscles, veins, scars, and tattoos which looked similar to the tattoos that my dad had from his time in the Navy. When he got to his briefs, I didn’t realize I had been biting my lower lip and pressing hard on my swollen clit until he looked up at me.

“You okay?” Mort asked.

“Nervous, maybe,” I answered.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Mort said.

“I want to,” I said, almost ashamed.

“Well, don’t look so afraid,” Mort said. “I know how to fuck, Abby.”

He peeled down his briefs, revealing his hairless cock and balls. His tan was all over, and there didn’t appear to be an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.

“What are you?” I asked under my breath.

“Just a bartender, custodian, friend of Little John, and the old guy that’s going to fuck your tight little cunt until its not so tight any more. After that, I might move onto that inviting ass of yours,” Mort said, stepping toward me with a beautiful, erect, perfect-looking dick. It didn’t curve up, down, left or right. It just stood straight out from under his chiseled abs, swaying as he walked. His leg muscles flexed with every step and I wondered what he could have possibly done for a living to get in such good shape.

Mort kissed me, and when our tongues met, all I could think about was how he just talked to me.

I felt like a slut. I felt like something to be used and abused in whatever ways gave him pleasure.

And I was fine with that.

I was the first to break off the kiss as I dropped to my knees to take him in my mouth.

Ron’s boss, Kevin, had a big dick.

Linda’s taxi driver had a big dick.

Mort wasn’t quite that big, but his dick was harder than any I had ever held or taken inside me.

The head was about two inches wide, while the shaft swelled to about three inches wide from the head to his body.

I kissed and licked his eight inches of manhood, rubbing him all over my face, before taking as much of him as I could in my mouth.

I looked up at him and his expression didn’t change. He looked like a patient father waiting for his child to figure something out on their own.

I stopped what I was doing and stood up.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Fuck yourself with my cock,” Mort said. “After you come, I’ll take over until you come again.”

I looked around the bar and could see all eyes were on me. Waiting.

“Do you want to lay down?” I asked.

Mort nodded, and positioned himself on the mat like he was ready to do sit-ups.

“Don’t you like the way I give head?” I asked, bending down and kneeling between his legs.

“Any girl can suck a dick, Abby,” Mort said. “We want to see how you fuck.”

I took his dick in my mouth again, anyway. Even if he wasn’t going to act like he was enjoying it, at least the other men might appreciate the visual. I sucked his cock better than most porn stars Ron and I had watched. Jean was a good teacher. I knew Mort had to be enjoying it, but he just maintained the same patient expression.

I licked his balls and had Mort pull his legs back so I could lick his butt hole. Little John seemed to enjoy that.

“A very naughty girl,” Little John said, smiling.

I looked at Little John and returned the smile, then went back to sucking Mort’s beautiful cock.

My clit was throbbing, so I decided it was time to move from his cock to his rippled abs, his hard chest, his tight neck, his jaw, and then his mouth. He didn’t object to my tongue exploring his.

I broke the kiss so I could move down, reaching between my legs for Mort’s cock, and guided him into my pussy. I was so wet, he slid inside and filled me up easily.

He felt good. Actually, he felt really good.

Not too wide.

Not too long.

Mort felt like he was made for me.

I twerked on his shaft, tightening my pussy with each backward movement. It didn’t take me long to reach my favorite masturbation rhythm.

Mort’s expression finally changed, just a little.

“Do I know how to fuck, too, Mort?” I asked in my sexiest slut voice, letting him know I noticed the change.

Mort’s half-smile turned into a grin as I picked up the pace. The angle of my hips was allowing my swollen clit to rub against his hard shaft with each thrust, and I was quickly bringing myself to the verge of orgasm.

I felt like a jockey riding my horse hard to the finish line. Ron would never have been able to handle what I was doing to Mort. When I finally came, the intensity of the orgasm made my pussy tighten and my face contort. I kept bouncing on Mort’s shaft, though, impaling myself on his cock as if it was the only thing that mattered.

There was no mistaking when I was coming, and everyone had to know I wasn’t faking it.

Eventually, Mort placed his hands on my hips and pushed me down on his shaft until it felt like he was trying to rearrange my internal organs. My stomach undulations subsided, and I started catching my breath that I hadn’t realized I lost.

“Well, you certainly get points for enthusiasm, Abby,” Mort said, holding me still. “You can take a break, now, while I handle the fucking.”

I almost came again as he said that.

Mort moved his hands from my hips, to my waist, then under my shoulders and pulled me close to him. His hard cock stayed deep inside me as he lifted our bodies and turned to switch positions on the mat.

Mort leaned into me and kissed me hard while I held my legs below the knees and pulled them apart and back.

He placed his hands on either side of my shoulders as if he were preparing to do push-ups, and then kissed my neck, ears, and forehead before moving up further and beginning his slow thrusts inside me.

His body felt massive on top of me.

Each of his thrusts moved my entire body as he made sure his pubic mound repeatedly pressed against my large clit.

Mort picked up the pace, and fucked me like that for almost fifteen minutes. I came again, somewhere in the middle of that, but he didn’t stop. Mort kept hammering into me no matter how tight I clenched around his shaft. Perspiration formed on his forehead, on his arms, and on chest, but he showed no signs of slowing or coming.

If it was possible to become come drunk, I was well on my way.

Mort pulled out of my pussy only twice in the next hour, and only for a few seconds each time, to change positions. I couldn’t believe the stamina of this man. I came two more times, with the last one being so intense, I wasn’t sure if I risked pulling out my insides as I clamped down on his pistoning cock.

When Mort finally flipped me over and raised my butt in the air for the last time, I thought, “he’s finally going to unload in my pussy.” Ron usually likes to finish doggy-style when he knows I’ve already come a few times.

Instead, Mort covered my butt with kisses.

My pussy felt surprisingly empty. And stretched.

My whole body felt empty. Maybe he had been rearranging my internal organs after all.

Then, Mort’s tongue entered my butt hole.

I didn’t mean to shake like a frightened animal, but I did.

I wasn’t afraid. Maybe nervous. Excited? He had just fucked my pussy for over an hour. How long did he intend to fuck my butt?

“I can tell from the jewelry that you’re no stranger to anal sex, Abby,” Mort said softly. His strong hands parted my cheeks farther, causing my pretty anus to open. I could feel his breath enter me. “But, I doubt your ass has been fucked as hard as it’s about to be.”

Mort continued to spread my cheeks and pushed his tongue deeper inside me. I subconsciously reached between my legs and began to slowly rub my clit.

Mort moved his kisses from the crack of my butt, to my cheeks, my thighs, my back, my shoulders, my neck, and then my ear, where he whispered, “This isn’t for Little John. This is for me – and for you.”

And then I felt the head of his rigid prick push past my anal sphincter.

“Oh god,” I said into the vinyl of the mat.

It didn’t hurt that badly. I didn’t expect it to. I thought it might be a little uncomfortable at first, the way it usually is. But as he sank another few inches inside me, the lubricant mix that Linda and Jean had told me about started to do it’s job, and the deeper he went, the better it felt.

“Oh god,” I said again, as my body began to shake again.

I stretched my arms out in front of me on the mat and I met Mort’s thrusts with rearward thrusts of my own.

Linda had told me about her anal orgasms, but I had never believed her.

I believed her, now.

Mort grabbed a handful of my long, curled red hair and pulled back as my hard butt cheeks slapped against his hard thighs. This really was for him, and for me.

He was right, too. He did fuck my ass harder than it had ever been fucked before.

I don’t know if it had been building from when we first started fucking, but when he finally came ten minutes later and I felt him unload into my bowels, that triggered my own intense orgasm, and I almost started crying.

Mort noticed, and for the first time, he had the look of concern on his face.

“Are you okay?” Mort asked, leaning over to whisper in my ear but keeping his still-rigid cock deep inside me. “Did I hurt you?”

“Oh god,” I said, finally. “I never knew it could be like that.”

I could feel what felt like a heartbeat through his cock in my butt.

“Is your turn with me over?” I asked sadly.

“Not until I’m ready for it to be over,” Mort said. “Do you want some more?”

I nodded almost imperceptibly.

I knew he noticed, though, when he began slowly thrusting again.

He didn’t stop fucking my butt until he came again, almost thirty minutes later.

During that time, I swallowed one more of Jerry’s orgasms, and two of Cecil’s. Mort stood up with his cock up my butt, holding me under my spread legs, and offered my vacant pussy to anyone interested. Jerry tried, but it was still awkward with his big belly. For the few minutes that Mort and Jerry stood with me pressed – and fucked – between them, it felt good. Cecil seemed content with my oral talents, and I was more than content to swallow everything he pumped into my mouth.

Little John just sat in his chair, watching, and waiting.

I lost track of how many times I came with Mort. He was incredible, not only for his age, but any age.

I was infatuated with him, but he wouldn’t let me kiss him unless I swished and drank another glass of Gin and Tonic – as if that served as an adequate mouthwash following the blowjobs I had been giving.

The libation had provided me with a second and third wind, and following my futile attempts at getting him to come in my mouth, Mort finally finished in my pussy.

When he withdrew his semi-hard dick, come leaked from my open sex. If it was possible for a pussy to experience muscle failure, I think I had finally reached it.

Mort stood up, held out a hand, and helped me to my feet.

Little John clapped slowly as I turned to face him.

“Well done, Mort,” Little John said.

I looked over my shoulder and watched Mort gather his clothes and walk toward the restroom.

When I looked back at Little John, he was standing, and unbuttoning his pants.

I looked at the clock behind the bar.

A little past 1:00am.

Had I really been fucking for nearly four hours?

I was drunk. There was no mistaking it. Not pass-out, piss-on-myself drunk, but I was definitely more relaxed, and completely comfortable walking around naked.

While bigger in every way, Little John was nowhere near as handsome as Mort. I knew Little John’s cock would probably have hurt without Mort stretching me out or the help from the alcohol.

“So, what do you think of our date, so far?” Little John asked. “More like what you expected?”

“I didn’t know what to expect,” I said, honestly.

“Disappointed?” Little John asked.

“Not at all,” I said. “You?”

“Nope, and I don’t think I will be, either,” Little John said, lowering his pants. “Mort’s pretty good at loosening up the girls and making them feel good, but what you do next is all for me, understood?”

I nodded, looking down like a schoolgirl being reprimanded.

“You’re cute, Abby. Tight little body. Small, the way I like them. Enthusiastic, the way I like them, too,” Little John said, stepping out of his boots, and then removing his pants. “I never had a thing for redheads, but I think you might change that for me.”

Like Mort, he seemed covered in muscle, scars, and tattoos. Unlike Mort, Little John was covered in hair. The exception being his faint-inducing cock.

As far as big cocks go, I liked that Kevin’s was big, but smooth, and not overly hard when erect, but hard enough to get the job done.

Little John’s was like Kevin’s, and then some. It was hard to tell with all the hair around his groin, but judging by how close the head came to his knee, it must have been at least ten inches long. The girth, though, was something I had never seen before. The head of his uncircumcised manhood was smaller than Mort’s, but where the head ended and the shaft began, it quickly swelled to the size of my forearm before tapering back to about Ron’s thickness near the base of the shaft.

It reminded me of either a Coke bottle or a small bowling pin.

I had never wondered what it would feel like to be fucked with the bottom half of a bowling pin until just then.

“Wow!” I said, looking at his swaying cock as he moved closer to me.

“A blessing and a curse, I’m afraid,” Little John admitted.

“Do you actually fuck girls with that thing?” I asked. I imagined that him pushing that thing into me was going to be like childbirth in reverse.

“Sometimes,” Little John admitted. “After they’ve been loosened up a bit.”

“With Mort’s help?” I asked.

Little John nodded, then added, “Or if they’ve had a few kids.”

Did he know? I felt embarrassed. Ashamed. I lowered one hand to cover my pussy, and brought up the other arm to cover my small tits.

“Oh, no need for that, Abby,” Little John said. “Your handler gave me just what I asked for.”

“My handler?” I asked.

“You know… your pimp,” Little John said, as if trying not to offend me.

“My pimp?!?” I asked. “You paid Michael to fuck me?”

“I don’t know his name, Abby, but he said he had just the girl for me, but that you’d need a little breaking in. He was right,” Little John said, as his cock seemed to bounce just a little. Realization came to Little John’s face.

“You were doing this for free?” Little John asked. “A very naughty girl!”

Again, I nodded, looking down like a scolded schoolgirl.

“No wonder it looked like you were really enjoying ol’ Mort. You really were!” Little John exclaimed.

Again, I felt embarrassed. I couldn’t believe Michael took money for this, but it made sense.

“Yes, I was,” I said, my eyes being drawn to his slowly rising manhood.

“Well, you can go back to Mort when I’m done with you if you’d like, although I doubt your pussy will be worth fucking for a few days after I’m finished with you,” Little John grinned.

He pulled off his shirt to reveal a once-muscular chest that had gone slack in the past decade. There was still plenty of muscle on his body, though, under all the hair. He ignored the smears of come on the gym mat and positioned himself on his back, waiting for me to get on top of him.

I knelt next to him, using both hands to pull his foreskin back, and kissed the head of his immense cock. I put the head in my mouth and tasted his precome. Like Cecil, Little John tasted good.

“Mmmm,” I said, genuinely enjoying his taste.

“When I come, it’s a lot,” Little John warned. “I think they call it hyperspermia or something.”

“Well, then I’m glad you taste good,” I said, and went back to licking and sucking on the head of his monster.

Before he became rock-hard, I wanted to try getting him inside me. I hoped that while he was still somewhat flexible, I might be able to get enough of him inside that he’d come quick and let me get back to Mort.

I straddled his stomach so I could kiss him. He didn’t seem to mind that I had just swallowed several loads of semen from his friends, and he allowed me to kiss his face, neck, and ears.

When I worked my way down his hairy chest to his nipples, I reached between my legs to find his shaft was standing straight up, and grew a little thicker at the base. I really hoped he wouldn’t get any bigger.

I had to stand up and then squat as I guided his head between my swollen pussy lips. As I lowered myself, I felt as if I was squatting over a traffic cone, not a dick. I looked down, amazed at how big he was. I moved up and down slightly, hoping that with each little bounce, he’d wedge more of himself inside me. He took my hands in his and intertwined our fingers, spreading my arms about as wide as I had spread my legs. He was certainly enjoying the view of stuffing his enormous prick inside me.

“That’s it,” Little John said. “Nice and easy. Keep bouncing like that. We’re almost halfway there.”

I looked down, not realizing how much of him was inside me, and then was shocked that he thought he could fit any more. I felt my stomach bulge as he eased-in another few inches, and then… it got easier.

I exhaled deeply, and he slid in even further.

“That’s it, Abby,” Little John said. “Take that big dick inside you.”

My short, little bounces slowed, and I felt the pubic hair on his balls tickling my butt cheeks.

“Oh yeah, Abby,” Little John said. “That’s it.”

“Do I feel good?” I asked between the deep breaths I had been taking.

“As tight as any cunt I’ve ever fucked,” Little John admitted. “How about me? How does it feel to have such a big dick inside you?”

“Full,” I said, trying to keep my legs from shaking.

“Good,” Little John said. “Now, relax and lower yourself the rest of the way if you can.”

I had placed my feet just outside his hips, which seemed like a good position to squat and take his cock inside me. But now my legs were really shaking and I needed to shift them just a little. Without raising myself up more than an inch or two, I managed to rest my shins on his hips and my feet behind me and just outside his legs.

I arched my back, sticking my butt out and up a little, and then brought my pelvis down and forward. Just a little.

Not exactly my usual twerking, but it was a start.

“Oh yeah, Abby,” Little John smiled. “Fuck yourself on my dick.”

I did the abbreviated twerking motion again, and moved a little farther this time.

My huge clit quickly swelled, and I pressed it against the top of his shaft as I moved.

Little John let go of my hands and crossed his arms behind his head. He watched as I played with my pierced nipples and smiled. I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest, occasionally pinching his nipples.

I leaned forward slightly, looking into Little John’s eyes. He smiled at me, approvingly.

It felt good. I had no idea how it was possible, but what I was doing really felt good.

I looked to my left and I could see our reflection in one of the mirrors as my butt rose and fell behind me.

I looked good. I was fucking a really big dick. I wondered what Linda would have thought if she could have seen me, then. I wondered what Ron would have thought.

I looked to my right, and could see Jerry and Cecil stepping out of their pants again, their cocks wet with precome.

I didn’t see Mort, though.

They must have been amazed that I was riding the last six inches of Little John’s cock so well. They should have been even more amazed that when they could see those last six inches, there were four more inches still inside me.

I looked down and watched as my belly swelled with each downward thrust.

“You’re so fucking big,” I gasped.

I found my rhythm, though. I began fucking myself on his cock. Just like he wanted.

“And you’re taking it all, aren’t you?” Little John smiled.

My hips began moving faster. Despite his size, I was close to coming. The possibility of sex like this was why I tried to stay in shape, and now it was paying off.

Sweat covered most of my body, even though my hips were doing most of the work.

My poor, once-little, stretched-out pussy still managed to tighten slightly around the base of his shaft, and Little John really seemed to like that.

“Oh Abby, you naughty girl,” Little John said. “Hey Mort, she’s milking my cock with that tight little cunt of hers. I guess we didn’t stretch her out too far after all!”

He seemed to know all the right things to say.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

My orgasm triggered his.

I dug my fingernails into Little John’s chest as my legs shook violently. His cock erupted inside me, filling me with come as I continued to fight the convulsions overtaking my body. Come squirted from around his cock as he continued to pump more of his semen inside me.

I rode my orgasm for almost a minute, continuing to twerk my hips on Little John’s massive dick as best I could.

As he unloaded inside me, I could feel his come pulsing through his tool, and up into my womb.

“Oh wow!” I said, realizing that Little John was starting to move his hips under me.

“Oh wow is right, naughty girl,” Little John said. “We’re not done, yet!”

Little John put his large hands on my small waist and raised and lowered me onto his cock, as if reinforcing the statement.

His enormous prick slid in and out of me more easily thanks to the amount of come he just deposited inside me.

“Turn around and show everyone how you’re taking my dick in your tight pussy,” Little John said, expectantly.

I turned to face away from him in a reverse-cowgirl position, careful not to pull myself off his shaft completely. I put my small, pretty feet on his huge legs, stretched my arms behind me and placed my hands on his shoulders.

Little John reached up and played with my pierced nipples while gently working himself inside me again.

As he rocked his hips, I rocked mine, meeting his thrusts. An hour ago, I would have thought there would be no way his giant dick was going to fit inside me. Now, I was riding him as if I were riding my husband.

“That’s it,” Little John said. “That’s it, Abby. Ride my dick.”

I grunted as I pounded myself down on him harder. I looked down, and was still amazed at the size of the manmeat being shoved inside me. As infrequently as I presumed Little John got laid, he was good. He knew how to read my body, and kept me on the cusp of an orgasm for another fifteen or twenty minutes. I did my part by letting him. The endorphins, the alcohol, and my inner slut kept things going farther and longer than I ever would have thought possible.

I shifted my feet to either side of his hips on the mat, and raised myself up in a squatting position. I hadn’t meant to lift myself off his shaft completely, but when I did, come poured from my pussy onto his hairy balls. I had never seen so much come, and I couldn’t believe it had all been in my pussy.

I quickly reached down with both hands on his slippery shaft, intending to guide him back into my pussy. I misjudged and accidentally guided the head of his dick between my butt cheeks.

I lowered myself, unintentionally allowing the head of his giant cock to enter my anus.

The head entered easily, but the rest of his shaft was too big, and met resistance. At first.

The view of this little woman trying to fit his big dick in her cute butt was too much for Little John, and once again, he released another geyser of semen – this time in my butt.

I felt the warmth of his come filling my bowels just as my stretched sphincter loosened and allowed half his shaft to impale me.

Another gush of come shot up my butt seconds later, and more of his monster dick slid inside me. The wet fart noises were actually turning me on as I watched more of him inch his way deeper. Once the widest part of his shaft made it past my little opening, all resistance was gone.

“Fuck!” I cried out, even louder than before.

Little John was startled by my outburst, and at first, he thought he had hurt me.

I wasn’t sure he hadn’t.

I might actually have been in shock, as I initially had no intention of letting that thing in my butt. Now that he was in, there wasn’t much I could do. Having just come, I thought Little John was nearing the end of the ride. All I had to do is wait, and when he calmed down, he’d let me step off the mat and see about cleaning myself up. Unfortunately, Little John could stay mostly-erect for several minutes after ejaculating, and if he caught a second wind during that time, he would be ready to keep on fucking for at least another fifteen to twenty minutes before he came again.

I shifted my weight on my legs just as Little John shifted his body beneath me, catching me a little off-balance. I started to lose my footing, but Little John caught me, holding me in place on top of him.

Then all ten inches of his dick were inside me.

My stomach swelled as I sank down on him, causing come to burble out of my pussy. I had never seen or felt anything like it. Without warning, my stretched butt hole involuntarily tightened around the base of his shaft.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Little John exclaimed. “You might just be the best fuck I’ve ever had!”

I supposed I could have tried to explain that I didn’t mean to do that, or that I didn’t even intend to take his freakishly large dick in my butt, but it was too late. He was in my butt, and while I had never had anything that big inside me before – and would never have anything that big inside me after – he was inside me, now.

Any movement I made only seemed to excite him more, so I tried not to move.

It didn’t matter, though.

Little John only needed to move me up and down a few inches on his dick to make himself feel good. From the hardness of his tool inside me, my butt hole must have felt really, really good and he had no intention of ending that feeling any time soon.

I tried to take over, squatting on his dick and trying to bounce faster so he would finally come, but my legs were giving out. Little John was very strong and very energized. He held his hands on my waist and raised and lowered me on him with ease. I was literally just along for the ride.

Jerry and Cecil – and finally Mort – lined up in front of me, naked, stroking themselves. With Little John only needing to move me up and down a few inches, blowing everyone else would be less challenging. Jerry filled my mouth after only a few minutes. Cecil took his place while I was still swallowing. When Cecil came, it wasn’t nearly enough. He tasted so good, I could have sucked him off the rest of the night. When Mort took Cecil’s place in front of me, he looked even sexier than before. I wasn’t sure how long I had been bouncing on Little John’s dick by this point, but it had gotten easier. He was moving me up and down more than two or three inches, and while my butt hole continued to squeeze the widest part of his monstrous shaft, it no longer hurt. Instead, everything was slick enough that I was ready for him to fuck my butt a little harder if he wanted.

The more I bounced, though, the harder it was to keep Mort’s dick in my mouth.

I wanted him in my mouth.

I wanted him to fuck my face.

But, Little John was making that increasingly difficult.

He must have seen the frustration on Mort’s face, and once again, found just the right thing to say.

“Hey Mort, why don’t you fuck her pussy? It’s a little sloppy at the moment, but I bet its still tight enough to make you nut a few more times,” Little John said with a chuckle.

Mort knelt down on the mat as Little John let me sink down to his balls. I leaned back while Little John pulled my legs back at the knees, opening my pussy invitingly.

Little John was right. My pussy was a mess. A very sloppy, come-filled mess. But, it was still a tight fit for Mort, especially with Little John’s giant prick up my butt. Mort actually had to struggle to get inside me, the entire time bringing me closer to another orgasm. Just having Mort so close to me, looking at me, and then being inside me was enough to bring me to the edge.