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I was busy pounding away on my computer keyboard when the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it and found Debbie standing there.
"I know you weren't expecting me, but Harry got a call and had to leave. Can I come in?"
I told her that of course she could and I stepped aside and then closed the door behind her. "What's going on?" I asked.
"You know the barn that Harry helped his dad put a new roof on? Well, Harry's dad went back up on it to put up a weather vane or lightening rod or something and he fell off. He broke a leg and Harry has to go down there for a few days to take care of the animals until his mom can hire someone. I thought I'd take advantage of the situation and come over here and tell you the last story of my cheating on Harry."
And then she chuckled and said, "Well almost the last, there's still you. Got time to listen to me talk?"
I had her sit on the couch and went out into the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine and then went back into the living room. She took a sip of the wine and then said:
"I really was a whore for the last one."
"How so?"
"I let myself be gangbanged by five guys."
"Tell me about it."
"After my time with Ralph, Todd and Dave I promised myself that I was going to be good from then on. Do you have any idea of how hard it is to be good? Especially when you are constantly reminded of how good it was being bad? That's the position that I found myself in. Every day Ralph and Todd would come in for breakfast and every time I saw them my pussy would get wet as I remembered what we had done.
It was a week before Ralph asked me when we could get together again and that was my opportunity to tell him sorry, that I'd loved it, but it was a one time thing that I'd never do again. But I didn't say that. I just said that I didn't know. From then on once or twice a week Ralph would ask me if I was ready yet and I would always answer no and then say something like, "I can't this week because" and then I'd give some lame excuse instead of just saying that I was never going to do it again.
The more he asked the more I remembered how much I had loved it and a couple of times the memory turned me on so much that I had to go to the bathroom and get myself off. That went on for almost two months, months during which all I thought about was how good it felt to have three men using me, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
And then one day Ralph was in the restaurant by himself and as I was refilling his coffee cup he said:
"You ready yet sweetie? You want to, it is written all over your face every time I come in here."
He was right, I did want to and I was more than ready, but I was all set to give some excuse when he said:
"Dave and Todd won't be there, but I can have a few others there to show you a good time."
I don't know why I said it, to this day I really don't know, but I said:
"How many is a few?"
Ralph smiled at me and said, "A few is as many as you want it to be. Do you have a favorite number?"
I did. My lucky number has always been five and without even realizing what I was doing I said, "Five. My favorite number is five."
"Consider it done sweetie. Tony's at three, right?"
I nodded a yes and went back to work. Ten minutes later I was calling myself all kinds of stupid. I couldn't believe that I had agreed to do it. Well I wasn't! No way was I going to do it. No way I was going to stop at Tony's after work, but for he rest of the morning all I thought about was the number five. By noon I was so hot that I had to go into the bathroom and finger myself off. Five cocks. Five hard cocks, one for each hole and two left over — one for each hand. Just the thought had me climbing walls and Harry was gone to his folk's place for three or four days.
At quitting time I got in my car and pointed it in the other direction from Tony's. I actually got almost five miles before I hung a U-turn. Ralph was sitting in a booth waiting for me when I walked into the bar.
"You want a drink or three first, or do you want to get right to it?"
I hesitated for a second or two — my last chance to run — and then I said, "Let's get to it before I chicken out."
"Atta girl" he said as he slid out of the booth and led me out to his car. We got in and he unzipped his jeans and took out his cock and looked over at me. I knew what he wanted and I moved over and lowered my head and started to suck him off as he started the car and pulled out of Tony's parking lot.
You have no idea how erotic it can be giving a man a blow job in broad daylight as he drives down Main Street. No one from the sidewalk could see me lying there with my head in Ralph's lap, but twice a pick up truck that was high enough for the driver to see down into the car drove next to us and watched for several blocks. One even honked his horn and gave Ralph a 'thumbs up'. I kept my face buried in Ralph's lap so the two drivers never saw my face, but knowing that they had seen me doing what I was doing was a massive turn on for me.
We pulled into the parking lot of Ralph's apartment and he parked and sat there until I got him off. I swallowed every drop I could coax out of him and after I had licked his cock clean and tucked him back in his pants I sat up and Ralph said:
"Okay sweetie, let's get this party started."
We got out of the car and walked to his apartment and he opened the door to let me in. I saw four guys standing there waiting and I didn't know any of them. I almost turned and ran — almost. As the apartment door closed behind me Ralph put a hand on my shoulder and pushed downward and I knew what he wanted me to do. I sank to my knees as Ralph said:
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As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it. Permission is hereby given to archive this story on any site so long as this disclaimer is attached, no fee is charged, and I am credited as the author (I've actually gotten hate mail for having claimed to write my own stories, because other people have made...
Greetings. A few years back I wrote this story. It never made it on to FM or any list. So for those who may have missed it before, here it is slightly expanded. Thanks to CJ, who asked me to write the tale and who sent it back to me. Star Trek is owned by Paramount - the lucky stiffs, and I'm just playing with the characters. Turnabout Intruder: Part 2 By Eric ([email protected]) (Note: The ending of this show always has irritated me. They rushed it because they didn't want...
Turnabout Is Fair Play By (Miss) Zagros Carolyn Mingmei Kimiko Wu Copyright 2001 (Miss) Zagros Carolyn Mingmei Kimiko Wu Sunday, 7:30 AM As John Taylor awoke in his 7th story apartment at 1200 Lakeshore on Lake Merritt in Oakland, he looked out his window onto the lake and sighed. Soon this wonderful view would be gone unless he could come up with cash and quick. He knew that this was the day that many of the Chinatown merchants came to deposit their week's payroll at the...
"Turnabout is Fair Play" (Another Terry and Joe Production) (Kinda, sorta, the sequel to "Jolene") Joe adjusted his tie as he checked himself out in the mirror in the waiting room. "Not bad, if I do say so myself," he smiled and winked at the handsome devil looking back at him. "You can come in now, Joe," came a feminine, but very stern voice from the other side of the door. Whistling a happy tune, he took one last look at the sharply dressed guy in the glass and they...