Leaning my head against the steering wheel I decided that I’d just lived the worse day of my life. At this point I couldn’t think of any way possible for it to get worse, except for maybe a building falling on my head. As far as that possibility went I’d just make sure I stayed near only one-story buildings that way maybe it wouldn’t kill me. Laughing at myself I closed my eyes thinking that all I wanted to do right now was sleep for about a year.

This day from hell had started out like any other. The sun had came through my window and fell quietly across my face, waking me by degrees. I’d just sat up in bed when my phone rang. I remember thinking what a perfect way to start my day off by talking to my lover. I’d grabbed the phone up and for my hello I told Mark that I missed him. I knew something was wrong when he said the most hated words in the English language. ‘We need to talk.”

I swallowed hard. “Sure, what’s up?” I think I knew somewhere in the back of my mind what was coming. We’d been dating for two years now and we knew each other better than we knew ourselves. So I thought.

He took a deep breath, as if bracing himself then let the bomb drop. “This long distance dating just isn’t cutting it anymore. I need someone I can see everyday.” When he cleared his throat I knew the worse of it was coming. “You see Dawn, I’ve started dating someone here. I just couldn’t keep waiting on you to finish school and come back. I hope you understand.”

Even ten hours later I still felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. I closed my eyes and wished that after that phone call this morning I’d just pulled the covers over my head and slept the rest of the day away. But no, I’d forced myself to get up and move and started my day by getting ready for work.

I should have known that when it rains it pours, literally. I walked out of my apartment around nine to find my car window smashed in and my books for school gone. All I could do was stare in shock and disbelief as the light drizzle turned into a downpour. I called work and told them I was going to be late, and then I had to wait on the cops to take their sweet-ass time showing up. Not that it did me any good. After an hour of waiting they finally showed up, looked at my car and informed me that there was absolutely nothing they could do about getting my books back or the damage to my car. After much cussing and grumbling I gave up and went vacuumed as much glass and water out as I possibly could then headed on into work.

I really should’ve known that work wouldn’t be any better, not with the way my luck was running. As I pushed through the door of work and I saw Stephanie behind the counter and knew my day was just going to get worse. If there was one person I couldn’t get along with it was her. She was born a bitch and thought it was her right to make everyone’s life a living hell, especially mine. She had a chip the size of Texas on her shoulder and hated any woman that was pretty, over five three and didn’t weigh two hundred pounds. Needless to say that put me smack dab in the middle of her hell zone.

I wouldn’t say I’m drop dead gorgeous or anything like that but I’m not going to be breaking any mirrors either. I’m five-six and on a bad day pushed the scale to only one- eighteen. I’ve got a firm little body with a small waist and a nice ass. The one thing I hate about my body are my breast, simply because I’m more nipples than breast. My saving glory is my long black hair, which I tend to wear in a braid but when it is down it falls in thick waves to my waist. To top the picture off I’ve got baby blue eyes that tilt up at the corners, giving me an exotic look.

I reluctantly started my shift and tried to stay clear of Stephanie but she went out of her way to ride my ass. I took as much as I could before I snapped and told her to take a flying leap. On my way out the door I told the other manager I quit. Thinking back on it now, that might just be the high light of this miserable day.

I opened my eyes and looked up at my apartment and started to laugh as I remembered my best friend’s words when I called to tell her about my day. She’d laughed and told me to disappear for the rest of the day so that no one else could find me, and nothing else could go wrong. As normal her advice was worth its weight in gold.

I’d gone to the mountains and sat beside of the water for hours just thinking and feeling sorry for myself. I don’t think it actually hit me until it had started getting dark and I headed back toward town that I was jobless. I contemplated about that as I stopped and grabbed something to eat, which is why I probably did the dumbest thing ever in my life.

Sitting in the parking lot of a fast food joint I looked across the street and saw a help wanted sign at a local strip club. I sat there and stared at the club and before I realized what I was doing I was in the parking lot starring at the pink, pink of all colors, building. I sat there for a long time before I worked up enough courage to get out and walk in. It felt unbelievable that I was even here, completely incomprehensible that I was thinking about doing this. Taking a deep breath I pushed the door open and walked into the bar and walked into a different world.

The air was heavy with smoke and the music was loud, pulsing throughout. I looked around and felt my eyes widen as I stared around the room. My eyes bounced from table to table to land on the stage where a girl with blonde hair slithered upside-down down the pole in the middle. That was definitely a trick I wanted to learn, I thought. I watched in utter fascination as men came toward the stage to tip her and decided this was something I could do. Out of no where a bouncer was at my side asking for identification. I handed it over and asked what I had to do to get a job. Minutes later I was in a dressing room the hustled up on stage where I danced to two songs and was hired as soon as I stepped off the stage.

Even now I had trouble believing that no-tits me would be stripping five nights a week. I shook my head and chuckled at myself as I pushed my door open and got out. I walked up the steps anticipating a quiet night alone and the look on Misty’s face when she found out I was stripper now. I heard music coming from inside as I pushed my key into the lock and turned it. I pushed the door open and froze at the sight that greeted me.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stared around the living room at the fifteen or more people who smiled at me. I shut the door and leaned back against it for support as I looked around the room for Misty, my best friend. With the certainty that I would enjoy killing her is she didn’t have a damn good excuse for this impromptu party, I picked my way through the maze of bodies littering my floor. I said hi to people as I passed them and headed for the kitchen, knowing I would find her there, or one of the bedrooms. I rubbed my hands together as images of the way I would slowly murder Misty filled my head.

I was just rounding the corner when I ran into a solid wall of a chest. I stumbled backwards and would’ve fallen if two strong hands hadn’t grabbed my upper arms and held on tight. With my heart in my throat I looked up into my friend Zack’s bottle green eyes. His full lips tilted at the corners as he stared down at me then he pulled me a little closer. “I knew you’d be happy to see me, but not even in my wettest dreams did I expect you’d to try and get me flat on my back so fast, and without even saying hello first.” He tilted his head to the side and lowered his eyebrows. “I think I’m feeling used.” He gave me a fake pout and shook his dark head before releasing my arms and leaning back against the wall. “And here I thought I was more than just a sex object to you.”

For the first time today I felt true happiness flood through my body, making me light headed as I smiled up at him. I moved closer to him and ran my finger tips up his chest. “You know I don’t think of you that way Hun. Although I’ve go to admit I’ve been trying for years to find out what all the fuss is about when girls talk about you and that twin of yours.” I stood on tiptoes and kissed his chin lightly and whispered in his ear. “From all the whispering I’ve heard you two must be gods in the bedroom or the back seat of a car to be exact.” I leaned back and gave him a dry look. “I think I should be the one pouting. I mean think about it, I’ve known both of you for years now and neither of you’ve tried to get into my panties.” I winked at him and shook my head.

He started laughing and pulled me close for another hug. I laid my head on his chest and let my worries drift away while his strong arms held me tight. I closed my eyes and thought that at least I had this much from him. I knew he didn’t take me serious about being attracted to him and in all truth I couldn’t blame him. After all I did go out of my way most of the time to make sure he saw me as nothing but one of the guys. However, at times like this when he held me tight and my breast were squeezed tight against him, it was all I could do not to drop to my knees and beg. I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped at the mental image of me doing exactly that.

“What’s so funny?”

Still laughing softly I leaned back in his arms and shook my head. “Hey, have you seen Misty? I’ve got something to tell her I think she’ll get a kick out of.”

“Oh really? I’ll tell you where she is if you tell me first.” I could feel the blush climbing my neck and shook my head and started to pull free but he tightened his arms. “Oh no you don’t… now you really have to tell me.” I started to tell him no but he smiled at me and kissed my nose. “I’m not letting go until you tell me what has you blushing that way.”

Although I found that thought tempting I knew he was serious. “Fine I’ll tell you if you promise not to say anything to anybody, including your brother.” He agreed quickly then stared at me expectantly. I stared at the wall behind him and blurted out about me going into the strip club. I told him how excited I’d gotten just standing in the doorway and how I had auditioned and gotten the job. When I was done with my tale I looked back at his face. “To be honest Zack, I don’t know why I even went in there in the first place but I think I’m going to love my job.”

I meet his eyes and noticed he was looking at me funny but before I could say anything he shook his head. “You’re not going to get pissed at me if I come to watch you, are you?” He smiled at me than winked.

I started laughing. “Oh yeah right, I can see it now… you spending your money to come watch me take my clothes off and show everybody my tits.” I shook my head and put my hands on his chest. “Stop teasing me, you lug head.”

Zack opened his mouth but closed it without saying anything. He watched me for a second then shrugged and let go of my waist. “You were looking for Misty right?” He nodded his head in the direction of one the doors behind me as it opened. “There she is now with Matt, and unless I’m wrong, they look like they’ve been plotting something.”

I glanced over my shoulder and watched Misty and Matt laughing, with their heads close together. “Oh damn. They are plotting.” I looked back at Zack and shivered dramatically. “Those two are dangerous alone but put them together and there’re down right lethal.” I turned my head again and watched Matt and Misty size me up and shivered for real this time. “Oh God not today. I can’t take it.” I groaned bringing my hands to my face and peeking at them through my fingers. “I know I’m doomed now.”

Zack laughed and slung his arm across my shoulder, turning toward the mischievous couple. “Ah come on Dawn, she’s your best friend and he’s my brother. They both know if they do something to outrageous we’ll killed them in their sleep.” He leaned down and kissed my cheek then smiled. “But for safety sake I think we need to separate them, and fast. Which one do you want?”

“I’ll take Misty. I’ve more of a chance of scarring her.”

I gave Misty a devious smile and crooked a finger at her. I had the pleasure of watching her face pale before Matt elbowed her and she started my way. When she drew even with me I took her arm and steered her toward the living room. “You know hun, when I left this morning I knew nothing of a party happening tonight. For that matter you didn’t say anything when I called after cussing my boss out.” I smiled at her, showing a great amount of teeth. “Now why I wonder, is that?”

She shrugged her shoulders and looked back toward where we had left the guys. Her voice dropped to a near whisper when she answered. “I’m worried about you. I thought this would be a great way to help you relax and have some fun.” She turned her head and meet my eyes. “Was I wrong?”

A small smile hovered around my lips but I shook my head. “Thanks sis.” I hugged her, holding on for a second longer than normal, enjoying the safety I felt in her arms. With my arms still around her I whispered in her ear. “Now are you going to tell me what’s up with you and Matt?”

She pulled back and shook her head. “Nope.”

“And why not? From what I saw it looked like you two were discussing me.”

She gave me a sheepish look than glanced around the room. “Well, we kinda did talk about you a little.” She took a deep breath and looked back at me. “I called him earlier and told him about what all happened to you today. He was sweet and helped me set all this up. We were wondering when you’d show up when we walked out of the bedroom.”

“So what was up with that measuring look I got from both of you, huh?”

“Dawn, we were worried about you, but it seems you are handling this all right.”

“Hell I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“I know that.” Misty glanced around the room then smiled up at me. “Well since you’re here now don’t you think we should get this party started?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Laughing and holding hands we walked into the living room and called for quiet before we tugged the futon to the center of the room. We both stepped up on our makeshift stage and looked around. I smiled at people I knew and blew a kiss at Zack when he came in from the kitchen with Matt in-tow. He laughed and moved to sit by the wall, pulling his brother down after him.

I pulled my eyes away from the twins and looked around again, noticing new faces to our party scene. I wasn’t to hot about that but figured what the hell, if they are here they knew the rules. The rules of our game were simple in that any thing and everything goes as long as no one gets hurt and it stays inside this apartment.

Once everyone was settled and quiet I cleared my throat. “Most of you probably know I’ve been having a day from hell and I just want to say thanks for coming tonight. And for those of you that have never been here before ask a neighbor about the rules of our game.” We stepped off the futon and picked a place on the floor while Zack stepped up and spun a bottle to pick the first person to start it off.

The bottle landed on Dave who started the game by picking a new girl to our crowd. She laughingly told about the first time she had sex I settled back and started enjoying myself. The normal questions were asked like how old were you the first time you had sex and so forth. By the third time around the room clothes were being taken off in all fashions of dares. I laughed when one girl had to strip then sing “I’m Going To Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair” while doing all the motions of taking a shower. It was the stupid stuff like this that made these parties so much fun.

About five minutes later Dave stood up and called my name. I knew what was coming since I was one of the few people left with my clothes still on. I stood up and moved to the futon and awaited my fate. It wasn’t long in coming.

“Dawn, I dare you to take off your clothes and give each article of clothes to someone different and tell them why you’re giving it to them. They in turn have to put it on somewhere on their body.”

My mouth fell open and I stared at Dave. “Ah, come on. Couldn’t you have just had me strip to music or something?” I heard a choked laugh and shot Zack a dirty look since I knew he was the only one who knew about my new job. He shrugged and looked at the floor but I could still tell he was fighting laughter. I decided to ignore him and looked back at Dave. ” What the hell am I suppose to say to them when I give them my clothes, huh?” I asked.

He patted me on my shoulder then moved back to his place. When he sat down he smiled “You’re a born smart ass Dawn, you’ll think of something.”

“Gee thanks, I feel so loved right now I could cry.” Everyone laughed and I fought the smile teasing my lips. Acting put-upon I shrugged my shoulders then I toed off my boots and picked them up. I glanced around and spotted two girls that always acted as if my life was great no matter what was happening. I walked over and handed each a shoe. “Now you get to know what it feels like to walk in my shoes.” Who knows, maybe they would get the hint.

I pulled my shirt over my head and held it to my side while I looked around for someone to give it to. Seeing my target I walked over and handed it to Jamie, the most handsome gay man I’d ever seen in my life. “Jamie you could do better justice to this shirt than I ever could.” He laughed and took it from my hand, slipping it on.

I then looked over at Dave and took my bra off and tossed it to him. “Dave you can use all the padding in it for toilet paper, since we all know you never seem to have any.”

With everyone laughing I took a moment to think of whom to give my pants to. When I glanced toward Matt and Zack an idea hit me. I quickly pushed my pants off, and then my black lace thongs followed suit. Holding one in each hand I walked toward the twins. I stopped right infront of Zack and tossed my panties to him, then tossed my pants to Matt. I smiled as I took a step back. “Since I’ve always wanted the both of you, here is my chance to get you in my pants and undies.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the look of shock that crossed both of their faces as I moved back to my spot.

I quickly picked someone and said the first dare that came to mind, although even I thought it wasn’t all that original. I sat back and relaxed, laughing with everyone around me while I fought to keep my eyes from straying toward the twins across the futon from me. Even without looking at them I could picture the two of them sitting there and my traitorous body took on a mind of it’s own. My nipples beaded and my pussy began to tingle from just imagining their hands racing over my skin.

I glanced around the room but my eyes seem to gravitate toward the duo. I saw them talking quietly while they watched me and I began to get nervous. I’d been lucky so far and hadn’t been picked but once. But watching those two I knew I was in trouble. I bit my lip as I stared at them. God they were gorgeous, with their dark brown hair that fell to their shoulders and their piercing green eyes. They had been blessed with the face of a fallen angel, all planes and angles. And their lips… Oh what fantasies a girl could conjure up about them on her body.

I looked over at Misty and saw a small smile playing around her lips while she also watched the guys. I got a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as a small fleeting memory teased the back of my mind. It hit me between the eyes why that smiled bother me so much about the same time Matt got called on to do a dare. Last week I’d let it slip that I’d love a chance to find out what all the fuss was about when it came to Zack or Matt in bed. We had joked about it and I remember that I’d said I fuck them both and love every minute of it.

My hands started to sweat while I tried to figure out if Misty might’ve said something to Matt while they’d been in the bedroom earlier. I knew she was worried about me but I didn’t know if she would take that worry that far. If she’d let it slip, I’d made what ever she’d said worse since I’d done my dare the way I had.

This was a sight. The little crease where her asscrack began, the pink-brown pucker of her asshole, the smooth no-man”s land of the perineum, and then he lips of her pussy, still pink and swollen from Manny”s earlier attentions.

“Oh, fuck,” Manny swore, and dove into her ass with his tongue, flicking it up and down over the crinkled flesh, recently washed clean. He heard moans originate from inside the car.

“Mmmm,” Manny pulled back and dived in again, this time trying to push his tongue in, to get deeper and softer and warmer.

“Ooo Ooo Ooooo,” Kristy called.

Manny pulled back, took the tube of lube, and spread it on her ass, then coated an index finger with the slippery substance.

He pushed inward with the finger, “How does that feel? Ugh, I can feel your asshole tremble on my finger. Ah, pushin” it deep, workin” it in and out of your little shitpipe!”

Pulling his finger out, he loved the look of her as her ass gripped on his finger, not wanting to let go. Finally pulling out, he saw her ass was a little more open, and went down on it again with his tongue, pushing it open, letting his saliva roll down into the opening.

“Oh!” Her muffled cry reached his ears, “That feels fuckin” GOOD!”

After a moment he withdrew his mouth, lubed up the buttplug, and began pushing it in, “Here comes the motherlode, right up your ass.”

He loved the sight so much he probably pushed it in a lot slower than he could have. The sight through the see-through buttplug, of her tight butthole slowly slowly stretching open, and then finally swallowing the plug.

“Alright,” he slapped a cheek of her ass, “Let”s get going.”

-

The trip home was virtually free of conversation. After a few minutes of driving, Kristy decided to show off the car”s impressive stereo system to Manny, and so they sped along streets and highways to the pounding sounds of the CD-changer.

Kristy quieted the music as they pulled into Manny”s neighborhood, and she parked in front of his house.

She turned off the engine and looked over at Manny. “I can bring you off again, if you”d like? Oh, what am I saying, you”ve probably got someone in there to take care of you, huh?” She nodded at his house.

“Um…no.”

“Well, then, how about a blowjob for the road?” With a nod from his head, she bent over and undid his pants.

Working methodically, she nursed his soft flaccid cock into another raging erection. He looked at her butt, which was encased in a pair of cut-off jeans she”d put on. He could see the little bump the protruding end of the buttplug made between her cheeks, and reached his hand out to give it a little rub through her shorts.

“Mmmmm!” Kristy moaned on his cock, and it sent shivers through his balls and up his spine.

Manny kept massaging the base of the buttplug, as Kristy had her head in his lap, slurping on his cock. She looked up and grinned, “You really want that ass, don”t ya?”

She brought her hands back and undid her belt, stripping off the jeans, and wiggling her butt in the air, showing off what was wedged in there.

Manny reached out and grabbed the base of the buttplug, slowly beginning to pull it out.

“Ooof!” burst out of Kristy”s mouth, as she had laid her head down on Manny”s thigh, hot breath travelling over his cock.

Manny moved the buttplug forward, brought it to Kristy”s face, to her lips, and pushed in. Just like penetrating her asshole. It was in her mouth, on her tongue, and through the glass Manny saw the way her lips pursed around the narrow part of it. With a finger he traced the outline of her red lips on the other side of the glass, as he mumbled, “So sexy. So nasty and sexy.”

They both silently tried to manoeuvre themselves into position for an assfucking, but in the tight confines of the two-seater there was always a leg or a shoulder or a head that got caught somewhere before they could get in position.

Kristy spit the buttplug out onto the floor, “Fuck it, let”s just go outside and do it on the car.”

Manny looked outside, “I dunno…”

“C”mon,” she stroked his dick, which was beginning to soften slightly, “It”s totally dead, no one”s around at this time.”

Manny seemed to have trouble disappointing girls when they were stroking his dick. “Uh…alright!”

-

Cath”s mom, Marie, was staring at the ceiling, wide awake. “It”s that terrible cooking,” she said to herself, thinking about the trip to her mother-in-law”s house, “does it to me every time.”

She climbed out of bed, as her husband continued to sleep soundly, and stepped out of the bedroom. Marie felt like she had energy to burn, so she climbed down the stairs to the main floor. In the kitchen she filled up a large glass to the brim with cold cool water, and took a sip. Carrying the glass with her, she took a slow tour of the main floor, absorbing the peaceful silence and the way everything looked different in the night time shadows.

4:30 in the morning, she saw on a digital clock. She stepped dreamily through the kitchen, the TV room, the living room…

She looked out the window. Her hand shook and she spilt some of the water on her chest.

“Oh my God!” She said to herself, “What are they…? They”re having sex! Fucking!”

Through the window, she could see a car parked under a tree, and two people on the end, thrusting and bucking at one another. The shadows hid any more detail from her.

Marie brought the fingers of her free hand to her chin, and then brushed them across her lips.

“Oh my. Fucking away, right here in our neighborhood. He”s really giving it to her. Of course, these days, it”s not safe assume it”s a man and a woman…but that”s what it looks like. Oh dear.”

Marie looked around at where she was standing, making sure she wasn”t visible to anyone who might look in from the street, and watched on.

-

Manny was past words now. He felt the cum rising up, and pinned Kristy down onto the hard and cool metal of the car with the weight of his body, using his hips to complete the final thrusts.

“Nuuugh!” A final push and he spasmed, shooting deep into her warm bowels.

They both lay there, motionless, breathing heavily. Kristy made motions like she wanted to move, and so Manny slowly lifted up, muscles aching, and withdrew from her.

Kristy pulled up her jean shorts, and then knelt down to clean up Manny with her mouth. Buttoning him up one last time, she got on her feet and kissed his cheek and said, “Seeya.”

Manny followed her to the door of her car, and tried to form words with his drowsy, stoned, exhausted mouth. “Um, am I gonna see you around again sometime?”

“Doubt it. We”ll see what happens.”

“Do you have a number I can call you at?”

“Nope. But whoever arranged this for you can give you that info, no? I certainly can”t. Policy.

“Oh here,” she grabbed the bag of weed out of the glove compartment, and handed it to him. “You might as well have that. Seeya. You were cute.”

And with that winning grin on her face, she drove away, and left Manny standing there in the middle of the road. After a few moments, he felt a cold breeze blow, and walked up his driveway to head inside.

He wasn”t sure how he felt about this night of debauchery, but his heart could decide that tomorrow. Now he wanted, no “needed,” sleep.

-

Marie watched the two lovers, and though she couldn”t see much, she knew that when the movements were done that he”d orgasmed inside her.

“Oh my God, now she”s cleaning him off with her tongue. How exotic. How erotic.”

She stayed to watch the interplay between the two afterward, though it didn”t mean much to her, then saw the car drive away, and the man begin to walk.

She dropped the glass on the floor.

“Oh my GOD! That”s Manny! Walking right up to his house! I hope he doesn”t see me…no he can”t. Manny having sex with that woman. Fucking her. Manny!”

Once he was gone out of sight, she knew the show was over. Looking down, she saw that she”d spilt more water over herself and her nightgown, and then the rest on the floor.

“Good thing there”s a thick carpet here, or I”d be dealing with shattered glass.”

She bent over and picked up the glass. Out of laziness, instead of getting a towel she just wiped up as much water as possible with her nightshirt.

Marie walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the lights. She stared at herself, and knew she was unsettled.

The front of her dress was wet, and it made her breasts visible. She saw her hard nipples sticking out. She lifted one hand, as if in a trance, and rubbed it lightly, feeling the wet material form a barrier between her fingers and breast. It felt so nice that she closed her eyes, and when she did all she could see was two people wildly fucking away. “Sex. Sex sex sex.”

She opened her eyes and began to lift the wet nightgown over her body, unusually slowly, watching her own disrobing closely in the mirror. Over her pussy, which was covered by g-string panties. Over her stomach, with its inviting belly button. And finally, the wet cloth peeled deliciously over her breasts, letting the slight dampness tickle as air touched exposed skin.

Nightgown disposed of, she leaned forward to look at herself more closely, feeling the hard line of the counter press into her crotch. “She was leaning over, kinda like this.” She tugged at her nipples. It was delicious. “Leaning over like this, getting it from Manny. From behind! Right in the pussy. Or maybe in the…I wonder if…nah. No way.”

She eyes flashed open. She planted herself on the toiled seat, pulled her panties to the side, and dove into her trimmed snatch with her fingers. The frenzy grew and she glanced around. Grabbing her toothbrush, she applied the handle-end to her pussy, a nice hard compliment to her soft fingers.

She lost track of time, but when the orgasm from her self-stimulation hit she came “hard”, so that even after she opened her eyes drifting stars swam about wherever she looked.

Licking off her toothbrush and setting it back, Marie walked down the hallway to her bedroom, naked except for the panties that were still pushed off to one side. She lay down, and slept the sleep of the dead.

“- to be continued -

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Tony got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen for a glass of chilled wine for the three of them to share. As he walked back into the dimly lit living room from the dark kitchen, the girls were transfixed on his straining cock. From all the attention that he had given to both of them, his excitement was more than obvious, but in particular the head of the mushroom shaped head was completely covered with its glistening pre-cum ooze.

The girls each took a drink of the tasty cool wine, then sat the goblet down on the floor beside the sofa. They each sat on the sofa, leaving just enough room for Tony to sit between them. He eagerly did as they suggested. He was actually light headed from excitement, and now from anticipation.

Liza asked Tony to lay down on the sofa backwards. He seemed confused at her request. She told him to lie down on the seat cushion and rest his back against the back cushion. He did as she asked. This left him with his legs up in the air and his ass poised at the top of the back cushion. He was thinking what an awkward position this was and began wondering what in the hell they aimed to do now. He soon found out.

Sara straddled Tony’s face and Liza got behind the sofa. Sara leaned forward and pulled Tony’s flailing legs back towards her shoulders so they could rest against them . This placed his rock hard cock at face level. His world was now upside down, so to speak. Sara grabbed his stiff shaft at the base with her hand and squeezed it firmly. She was impressed with its girth and the tinsel that it had. It felt like a very warm tubular rock in her hand, he was so hard. She moved her hand up toward the tip and a pearl sized dollop of pre-cum appeared at the opening. She took her other forefinger and swiped the sticky droplet from the purple head. She told Liza to spread his ass cheeks. Liza took both hands and parted his muscular cheeks, exposing his tight puckered asshole. Sara took the finger with the pre-cum on it and placed it right in the center of his bung. Liza smiled at her, then leaned down and swiped away the slippery ooze with the tip of her tongue. Tony groaned with joy and surprise.

Liza raised her head and looked at his tight ass before giving each cheek a hard slap. The thwack from her slaps were loud enough for Sara to look at her with amazement and a smile. She then kissed each cheek where she had slapped and then traced the red imprint of the outline of her hand with her tongue. Sara had Tony still in her hand slowly jacking him off as she watched Liza play. Liza , after covering each cheek with her spit began slowly licking his cheeks from the outer area of the firm flesh towards his center. Each lick of the tongue drew closer and closer to his puckered ring, until finally she was lapping at his asshole.

Sara watched as Liza taunted him and waited until she saw her girl friend invade the most private area with her tongue before she placed the tip of Tony’s hot throbbing cock between her lips then slowly went down, or in this case forward, until she had the head of his cock perched at the back of her throat. Tony was out of his mind with excitement. Never before had he been so completely taken. His cock was buried in one girls mouth, to his balls, while his tender asshole was being tongue swabbed by another. All of his sexual energy pulsed through his entire body and culminated in one place, his cock.

Sara began to bob her head faster now. She was taking his entire shaft with each down stroke. Her throat had relaxed by now so with each head bob, his cock tip slid into her throat each time she went down. She kept this up for several minutes until she felt his muscled thighs begin to tense.

Liza lapped away at his tiny bung and then licked forward to his perineum or taint. The section between his ass and balls. She felt his tensing as Sara had. She trailed the tip of her hot tongue upward to his plum sized balls. They were snug against the root of his cock, a sure sign that he would soon blast forth his excitement. While Sara fucked his cock shaft with her mouth, Liza began taking long firm licks at his balls. She then inserted the very tip of the pocket rocket into his well, spit lubed ass and turned it on.

This was more than Tony could stand. He groaned a loud groan and attempted to speak the words that he was going to cum, but to a normal ear it sounded like a Martian language. That was okay though, because Liza and Sara both understood. Sara took the first two streams of his hot sticky seed into her mouth then quickly pulled her mouth from his cock and spat the thick cum onto his balls. She then engulfed his cock again, taking him down into her throat to let him finish his release. Liza eagerly lapped at the puddle of thick cum that Sara had placed onto his aching balls, while the toy hummed in the opening of his anus. Tony grunted many times with each spasm of his orgasm. His cock must have spurted at least eight times before it began to subside from its release. Sara drank each and every spurt except for the first two that she shared with Liza. After he stopped Cumming, Sara pulled him from her mouth and both of the girls licked and caressed his cock simultaneously until he began to become flaccid.

Tony let out a long deep word after he stopped panting. All he could muster at the moment was “Dayeeeeem!” His world had been turned upside down that night, one that he will never forget.

I had to laugh at that, making fun out of an awkward situation. I wondered if I would have the grace under pressure that they did.

I played along, “Hey big boys, have you seen Mike and Jimmy? I don’t know if you two giants have seen them?”

They both laughed at that. The only awkward part at all was that Mike was getting hard right while he was standing there, almost as if his dick had a mind of its own, either that the sudden exposure to the air or that a woman was a few feet away looking at it. Jimmy was not hard, but he was certainly bigger than he was last time. I thought this situation must simply be exciting.

“Guys, any girl who had won this bet would be really, really content – good sports and nice looking too. Bravo!”

We only had the two holes to go, but we had a little wait at the 17th tee. This is the signature hole of the golf course, right next to the ocean. The whole situation was just fantastic, the weather, the scenery, the company had been great. Everyone finished their beers and I think no one was feeling any pain.

Mike said, “Beth, there are no more par 3’s left and we want one more chance. How about this hole too, but instead of the closest to pin, just whoever wins.”

I had been kicking their butts all day, so it didn’t seem that risky and a part of me was excited anyway. I agreed to their plan. The beer cart came around one last time and they got one more for each of us.

As we were getting ready to play, they had one more little caveat. Because I had been beating them all day, they wanted to be able to play “best ball”. That means they both hit off the tee, but pick the best shot and the other picks up and plays from that point too. So I would be up against two people, and the other advantage they had was getting to pickup bad shots.

Mike looks at me and says to Jimmy, “I think she likes the idea.”

I realized it was because my nipples had gotten hard and could be seen through my shirt.

I acted indignant even though I was embarrassed, “OK, I might as well just do it now as I am giving you so many breaks.”

I hit first and had a so-so shot, not that long, but safe in the fairway. The best ball helped them, and they were about 30 yards ahead of me after one shot. I hit my second shot well, just a little off the green. Jimmy hit first and had a terrible shot. Mike’s was much better, and they were about 20 yards short of the green, but in the fairway. They both hit decent third shots, the best being about 8 feet from the hole. My own 3rd shot was also about 8 feet away, just a little farther than theirs.

So we came down to just who could make the putts. I was away and shot first, making a really nice shot a few inches from the hole after just skimming the edge. Jimmy went first for the guys and almost made it, ending up about the same distance as I had. But since they were hitting best ball, Mike got to hit next and had the advantage of playing from the same spot and having seen how the ball curved.

I knew Mike had a good chance of making this and winning the hole, and like clockwork he made the putt. They started giving each other high fives and whooping it up and I knew it was my turn to pay off. I looked back to see how far back the next group was and I guessed we had about 10 minutes.

The end of the 17th hole is right at the beach. Many people sunbathe nude there and I had been to that beach on several occasions, even planning to go there after golf before my drive to Waikiki. I motioned them to follow me. We parked the carts and walked down a short maybe 15 foot path to the beach, the guys close behind.

The beach was completely deserted when we arrived. I un-tucked my golf shirt and while they were staring, I pulled it off completely. I was standing there in my bra and then I reached around back, unsnapped and pulled it off too.

I handed my bra to Jimmy, “Could you please hold this?”

The beer had helped, so instead of just a Mardi gras style brief flash, I stood there topless and let them look. I have great breasts, and I know others think so too.

As I had complimented the guys, Mike says, “Nice tits!”

Jimmy said, “Wow, beautiful.”

The guys sat there gawking for a while, and standing there in front of them while they stared made my nipples get hard while they watched.

“OK, I have paid off too, let’s finish up the round.”

I could see Mike at least had a pretty good tent built up in his shorts. Jimmy handed me back my bra, but I decided to put my shirt on without it and the shirt was thin enough that it was a pretty good show. Beside Mike and Jimmy, there was no one else around anyway and I was feeling a little more daring anyway.

“Way to go Beth!”

On the tee while we are drinking our last beer, Mike says we should do the same bet. I was OK for that too, but the only change I made was that we would not flash right on the golf course because the rest of the way in would be too visible to the clubhouse and other people from the hotel.

I told them that I was going to be walking down to the same part of the beach near the 17th hole where I had just done my show. I wanted to get some sun anyway, so if I lost that’s where they could get paid off. They thought that was fine, but Jimmy worried about whether their wives would be back or not. Mike said they would call them when we finished to see if they had started back yet or not. If they had time they would walk back down the beach or go jogging or something like that. If they were short on time, they would drop me off at that part of the beach with their golf cart, whoever lost would pay off and they would go back.

The best ball really improved their chances of winning the 18th hole as it had on the 17th. Everyone was in good shape on tee shots, and the tough shot was going to be the approach to the green over water. I was first to hit and while I was not on the green, I had made it over the water safely. To make a long story short, each guy hit into the water so there was no help from best ball and unless I really screwed up my next easy shots I had won the hole.

The bottom line is that I had spent 4 hours out in the sun playing golf while there was snow on the ground at home. The guys had been typical guys, but they were likeable and I had a good time and had made about 30 bucks. With all the beer, I was working on a pretty good buzz. I had flashed my breasts, but by that time I had not really minded. And I got to see two guys flash me, twice. All in all, not a bad day.

We all drove back to the clubhouse where the guys dropped off their golf clubs and I dropped off my cart. I told Jimmy that I was going to walk over to my car in the hotel parking got a get a few things for the beach. I collected up my sunglasses and some other things I would need from my car.

They called in and found out their wives were still in Waikiki but starting their drive back. That meant they would probably be back in an hour or more depending on traffic. The guys decided they would not go get cleaned up first, so while Mike finished up talking with his wife, the guys pulled up in the cart. I was fishing out my beach towel, swim suit and sunscreen from my trunk I changed from my golf shoes to sandals and carried a small duffel bag filled with my things.

The first flaw in the plan became apparent, where to sit. I did notice that while Mike had been driving all day, now Jimmy was driving.

Mike said, “Hop on.”

Mike was the kind of guy you either love or hate, but I thought he was more funny than obnoxious. His idea was I should sit on his lap. I think under normal circumstances I would have had some abusive comment about that, but it was not normal circumstances. I was away from home with people I did not know and would never see again. We had been drinking all day, and we had flashed each other. I hopped on his lap.

It is not all paved cart path to get to the beach and there was quite a bit of bouncing around. Mike had his arm around my waist and I had my arm around his shoulders. He had placed his other hand on my leg just above the knee – which was not really that awkward based on the way we were sitting. We pulled off the path and left the cart while we walked to the beach.

I laid out my beach blanket and realized the next flaw in the plan. I had intended to put on my swim suit, but I had not intended to change in front of them. I sat down in my shirt and shorts facing out toward the ocean. The guys laid there out both on one side of me as we sat and watched the waves, with Mike closest and Jimmy was on the outside.

We needed to wait a little as there were some people walking up the beach toward us. I have been to this beach when I was the only one and other times where there were maybe 10 other people. Besides the people approaching, it appeared like we were alone.

We sat there talking and looking at the waves while we waited for the people to pass. The first beach walkers were a couple who looked to be in their ’40s. They both had some pretty massive backpacks and hiking boots and looked like they were camping. They gave us a little wave and were on their way.

The guy behind them was the only other person on the beach. From a distance, I could see he was black and wearing a colorful yellow long swimsuit. He was walking faster and we did not have long to wait. He was carrying a little duffle bag not unlike what I had carried. I guess he was in his early-20’s, younger than Mike and Jimmy, but in far better shape and really nice looking. He was barefoot and without a shirt – his physique was striking, muscular without being bulky.

He said hello and a casual, “How you doing?”

Mike answered for us, “Great! What a beautiful day.”

He walked up to us and asked if we knew how far the beach went. Mike and Jimmy had never even been this far before during their visit, so it was left to me. I described what I knew - I had walked another mile and had not come to an end and that it was a beautiful walk.

He sort of sheepishly asked if I knew if any part of it was for nude sunbathing. I told him that even where we were now sitting is commonly a nude beach and to my recollection, there were so few people on the rest of the beach that you could pretty much do what you want. He thanked me and was on his way.

After our visitor had reached the ridge and was out of sight, Mike looks over at Jimmy and says, “Let’s get it over with.”

He asked me if I was ready to collect my winnings for the third time. I told them again that no self respecting woman who made a fair bet would not want to collect, but they had been good sports and since I had already won twice that I would feel paid in full if they were uncomfortable.

I think Jimmy by himself might have never gotten into such a situation, but would go along with whatever scheme Mike had come up with. Mike gave me the impression he liked the thought of stripping down in front of a woman. He stood about 5 feet away and quickly slipped out of his shorts. Since he had taken his shirt off earlier, Mike was now totally nude. The bet had been originally for the loser to flash, but Mike was comfortable standing there.

I said, “You are certainly a man of your word. I hereby declare your bet is paid in full. Thank you.”

Jimmy still looked uncomfortable, but he followed Mike’s example and stripped down quickly too.

I said, “You guys are the best, I never had a better golf game.”

I told them, not exactly truthfully, that I had never played that well before and that I was feeling pretty lucky.

Mike said he was going to rinse off in the ocean, and I actually had been thinking about that myself. However, I thought that I would wait until they left but now it looked like they were going to stick around awhile. I should repeat that I have been to nude beaches many times, from Florida and California, to Hawaii and various places in Europe. This included the kind of beaches where there were lots of people and conversely almost deserted.

I have had many occasions where men would come up to me; sometimes they would be polite and other times rude and on the make. But I have never had any problems handling myself.

I had gauged from being with Mike and Jimmy all day that they were not a threat, so I said in a joking way, “If I join you swimming, are you guys going to behave?”

I did not really expect a reply, but to my surprise Jimmy was the one to answer that I was in safe hands. I peeled off my shirt and both guys seemed to be enjoying seeing my bare breasts again. I then stood up much like they had and unsnapped and then dropped my shorts. I was wearing a thong which I pulled off and kicked onto my blanket. That sounds much more casual than I really felt, because even though I have been to many nude beaches, I have always been nervous each time I first get nude.

I started to walk down to the water but I did notice out of the corner of my eye that Mike seemed to have some difficulty in turning his body away nonchalantly because he had gotten an erection. I thought to myself “uh-oh” and that I should be careful.

As I waded out to the ocean, both guys were right behind me. I think Mike wanted to get under the water as quickly as he could. It felt great to feel the ocean on my body. I did not have soap of course, but it did feel super to wash off after golfing. The waves were not too much here at the beach due to some breakers about 50 yards out, but the water level did rise and fall. I was out far enough so the water was near my shoulders and I flexed my knees enough to sort of compensate for the swells.

When I would stand up a little, my breasts would become exposed and the cool water quickly made my nipples hard. I had plunged my head underwater so that my hair was completely wet and hanging from the back of my head.

I said, “This feels fantastic, what a great day to be alive. It has been really nice to meet you two.”

We continued our conversation. I was out a little farther than the guys and we were all facing each other in a little triangle. When they would stand up a little and the swell was low, I could see that the water had done a good job on calming things down – the so-called “shrinkage factor”. We were talking about various subjects and when I teased Mike about losing to a girl he splashed me and I retaliated with a good splash to his face. We were laughing like crazy in a little bit of a water war.

While I was getting splashed by Jimmy, Mike had circled around to my side and he splashed me, a wave came and knocked me over.

It was funny, and as I reemerged I said, “You rat, no fair.”

He had circled around even more by then though and the next thing I knew he had reached around my waist with both arms and lifted me high out of the water. My back was pressed hard against his chest, and then he dropped me back in.

“OK, OK, you win. I think you have me by 100 pounds, so I think I will stay to kicking your butt at golf.”

He laughed and got behind me again. He did not lift me up but had a tight grip. His forearm was just under my breasts and the other was just a little lower, and in this position my butt was directly pressed against his front.

We were both laughing, and Mike said, “You cannot be trusted to be released.”

“OK. I am ready to get out now. Jimmy, come over and give me a group hug so Mike will let me go.”

Mike laughed and said, “This girl is pretty clever.”

I let go of Mike’s arms and held out my arms to Jimmy. He waded over quickly and Mike lowered his arms down to the sides of my hips while Jimmy pressed up against me. I wrapped my arms around Jimmy’s back and rested my head on his chest. I felt Mike’s dick get hard while it was pressed against my ass. The guys held the hug for a pretty good time.

I said, “This actually feels great, but I think it is time to let go.”

The guys completely ignored that and hugged harder. I actually thought that was funny and I was laughing pretty hard. Mike obviously knew I could feel he had gotten hard in this position. I did not overreact or have a fit, so whatever he was thinking led him to reach up and squeeze my breasts before letting go completely.

I said, “Hey, you agreed to behave.”

But I was not really mad and it probably came out as half-hearted. Nevertheless, I did start to head back to the beach with the guys right with me.

I laid down first on my blanket face up. I think they were uncertain what to do next. My blanket by itself was big enough for two, but could not fit three.

Jimmy said, “Do you have room for us?”

I did have a smaller towel that I had rolled up for a head rest.

“Yeah sure, I think we can all fit on.”

I handed the towel to Jimmy who spread it out next to my blanket and then used the shirts and other clothes to fill in some of the gaps. I slid over a little, and the guys were on each side of me. Both guys were lying on their stomachs, sort of resting up on their elbows. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun’s rays warming my skin. The guys were also quiet and I enjoyed the silence.

Mike resumed some casual conversation about how nice the location was and he also said, “Sorry about copping a feel back there, I was just playing around and I hope you are not mad.”

I told him that I knew we were playing around, and that I had even started some of it my self, and that it was OK, but I thought it was nice of him to say that.

Mike again pulls one of these buffoon style brain cramps that somehow is endearing when he says, “Well, since you are not mad I am glad I did it, you have great boobs. You know; now Jimmy is jealous, his wife has no boobs at all.”

Jimmy responds, “I think you are you out of your mind talking like that. Beth is not interested to hear your nonsense, and Cindy’s boobs are fake!”

We are all laughing and Mike says, “He is right Beth. My wife got implants a couple of years ago and Jimmy’s wife is thinking about it.”

I replied, “I do not know what it is about men and boobs, you guys are all alike.”

Jimmy says, “You are unbelievable. Beth, I apologize for both of us.”

I said, “It is OK, I don’t mind Mikes ‘directness’. I have gotten used to him during the day.”

Mike responds with, “I am sitting right here you two. Stop talking about me like I am not here.”

Everyone laughed and obviously everything was fine. I asked Jimmy how he thought about his wife getting implants and that if she wanted them, he should try to be supportive as I was sure she had her own reservations. He said that he was fine with it, but he was a little nervous what he had heard. Mike said his wife had gone from a B to a C cup, and that he loved them. Jimmy said that his wife is more like an A, and that she wanted to be a C cup also. I told both of them if I was born an A that I would have probably wanted implants too, but if I had been a B that I would not have, that they feel better natural.

Mike asked how I knew that and I said that I have felt the difference between real and fake boobs, that I have been at strip clubs before and that how else I knew was none of their business which made everyone laugh.

Mike then says, “I would trust her opinion, Beth’s are definitely real.”

During all this discussion of my breasts, my nipples had hardened and I am sure both guys had noticed. It was clear Mike was just trying to remind Jimmy that he had felt my tits, and was just rubbing Jimmy’s nose in it, so to speak.

Jimmy said, “Mike may be a total asshole, but he is right that you have great boobs.”

I sat up on the blanket with my knees up to my chest. Jimmy had been lying on his stomach while we were talking about breasts, but Mike had lain on his side. Anyway, it was obvious he had developed a hard-on. I was wrong before, he was bigger than average, maybe about 7 inches and pretty thick. Not the biggest I have ever seen, but not the smallest either and nothing to complain about.