Cabin Fever Ch.5

This is the final part of a continuing story. In order to appreciate the characters and their relationship, please read the previous parts: Cabin Fever.

It took Monty an hour to get everyone gathered in the kitchen the next morning. He had bluntly told Sierra that she was no longer in charge of the arrangements for this trip. He even took time to cook breakfast; bacon, eggs, and hash browns, ignoring the strained silence at the table. He waited until everyone had at least made an effort at eating something before he began.

"OK everybody," he said, "I think every one at this table has done some things that hurt someone else. We've been friends a long time, and nobody set out to hurt anyone else. So let's just say this is a collective apology, from each of us to each of the others. Fair enough?"

"A man of few and simple words," quipped Tyrone.

"It's OK with me," said Kristina.

"Then that's it. Apologies made and accepted all around," said Sierra, raising her glass of orange juice to toast the others.

"Wait! I'm not done," said Monty. "We've all seen the feelings we have for one another. So the question is, what happens the rest of this week? What happens after we go home?"

There was a long silence, and it was, surprisingly, Kristina who broke it.

"I don't want this to end. I talked with Tyrone about this last night. The truth is, I feel like a butterfly right out of a cocoon, and I don't want to crawl back in. If we can all be open with one another, I want to continue with what happened the first night we were here, and maybe try other things."

Monty looked at her with some surprise, then turned to Tyrone. "How about you, buddy? Are you OK with that?"

He saw Tyrone's eyes shift rapidly to Sierra.

"Let me put it another way... you're OK with anything that let's you and Sierra fuck again, aren't you? It's OK, we're all being honest."

Tyrone blushed and nodded his head, murmuring, "If that's what everybody else wants, yeah, I'm in."

"So to speak," joked Sierra.

Monty turned to his wife. "OK with you, Si-Si? You get to play with your best friend's husband, and still keep yours as well?"

"Yep!" she smiled. As long as that's what we're talking about here... no divorces because of what happens between us, right?"

"Right. So it sounds like we're all in agreement. At least verbally, sitting around the breakfast table. But last time things got out of hand, we all really screwed up. I know everybody says they want this, but I'm not sure we can really handle it. So I proposed we put it to a test. We pair off, in the same room, and watch our partners with the other's spouse. And if anybody feels uncomfortable, just say so and it ends right there."

"Just like that? We just strip and have sex?" protested Tyrone.

"Well, I figured we need a little 'social lubricant.' to get us in the mood," Monty said. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of champagne.

"I packed these for the trip figuring we might drink them on our last night up here. But I think this occasion calls for a sacrifice. This first bottle turns that orange juice into mimosas, and the second bottle is for when we run out of orange juice. Tyrone, you open and pour. I'm going to stoke up the wood stove and lay out some blankets. The weather is still crappy out there, and since the ski trip is turning into a bust, it's a good thing we have something else to do."

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Eventually Monty herded everyone into the living room, now warm from the fire.

They were all feeling a little tipsy from the champagne. Monty had poured an extra round for himself, so even with his body weight he was feeling a little buzz.

"OK... here we go. I guess the best way to start is for everybody to strip."

There were a few seconds of stunned silence, and then everyone reacted.

"What? Just like that?"

"How romantic!"

"QUIET!" Monty said. "You all agreed to this. If you want to quit now go ahead. But if you want to work this out, then strip!"

Tyrone was the first to respond, and he began taking off his clothes and piling them on the floor. Soon Sierra and Kristina began to strip, and finally Monty took off his own clothes.

Tyrone had to admire the two women, and despite the circumstances he found himself quickly becoming aroused. His wife Kristina was a small woman, with natural black hair, and light skin. She had a tiny waist, and firm B cup breasts, tipped with perky hard nipples.

Sierra was a bigger woman, about as tall as Tyrone. She was tan and sensuous looking, with soft curves and big full breasts, and long, wavy hair.

Tyrone glanced briefly at Monty. He was a big, muscular man, and it was impossible to avoid noticing the size of his penis, which even when relaxed seem enormous.

"Well, here goes," Monty said. With a smile, he took Kristina by the hand and led her to the loveseat. They sat side by side and Kristina snuggled against him as he put his arm around her and drew her close to kiss. Their lips touched lightly for a few seconds, and then their mouths opened and their tongues met. Kristina squirmed, against Monty, amazed at how turned on she was.

Tyrone watched numbly as the big man held his wife. Her pleasure was obvious; her nipples were stiff, and she moaned and sighed as they kissed.

"Come on lover... we get to play too, you know," Sierra said, as she put her arms around Tyrone, and pulling him to her, and began to kiss him.

Tyrone wasn't sure where this was going, but Sierra's body felt incredible against his. He felt her soft round tits against his chest, her arms around him, her tongue slipping into his mouth. As they kissed he felt his dick getting hard. Sierra reached down to position him, then pulled his body tight to hers, his hard-on squeezed between them. He began moving his hips. He grew harder and harder as he rubbed it against Sierra, and soon it was as hard as it can get.

After a while Sierra broke their kiss and stepped back. They looked over at Kristina and Monty.

Kristina had slid down into a reclining position, her head resting on Monty's chest. One small hand was wrapped around his dick, stroking gently, Her mouth was stretched around the head, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting all of him. She made slurping sounds as she bobbed her head, her saliva running down his thick pole.

Monty had reached his long arm behind and under Kristina. He had one finger inside her pussy while the others pressed over her clit. Monty was moving his fingers with a slow circular motion, and Tyrone could see that they were already glistening with the juices from Kristina's wet pussy.

Monty reach down with his other hand to pinch and pull her stiff nipples, sending shivers down her body.

Sierra pulled Tyrone back to her and kissed him again, her mouth wet against his. Then she guided his head downward, offering him her stiff brown nipples, which he greedily sucked. He cupped his hand over her pussy, feeling her soft bush, inserting his fingers into her wetness. Sierra settled down on the floor and let Tyrone pleasure her, sliding his fingers in and out of her, flicking his tongue over her nipples, then sucking and nipping them, pulling them with his lips and teeth.

Tyrone slid out his fingers and sucked on them, savoring her taste. Sierra glanced briefly at the pair on the loveseat, then turned her attention back to Tyrone. Rolling him over, she positioned her hot pussy over his mouth, and took his dick into her own. She ground her wet pussy against Tyrone's face, and he began to lick and suck on her swollen lips. Meanwhile, she took his pole deep into her mouth. Sierra was used to struggling to take as much of Monty's dick as possible; with Tyrone, she was able to take his whole dick into her throat.

Tyrone was in heaven... Sierra's wonderful, sexy body was pressed against his, her tits mashed against him as she deep-throated his throbbing dick. She was bucking against his face as he ate her hot pussy. He could hear Kristina and Monty gasping and moaning, and it increased his own excitement.

Sierra let out a deep moan, vibrating the length of Tyrone's dick. She began to thrash wildly, convulsing as a huge orgasm took her. Tyrone's face was drenched with her juices, as he tried to suck up as much as he could.

As her orgasm subsided, she began to bob her head furiously up and down, milking Tyrone's dick. "I'm so close to cumming," he said, his face still buried between Sierra's legs.

Tyrone was used to warning Kristina of his pending orgasm. Kristina would usually take her mouth from him, and finish with her hands. Sierra, on the other hand, increased her speed, sucking him harder and faster. She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently as she sucked him. Unable to hold back, Tyrone felt his balls tighten, his pole start to throb, and then he unleashed spurt after spurt of his cum into Sierra's hot wet mouth.

Sierra gently sucked Tyrone clean, and they separated, their breathing slowly returning to normal.

"You are so fucking hot, Tyrone!" Sierra said with a lascivious smile. "I'm going to want more of that."

They turned to watch Monty and Kristina, who were once again kissing passionately. Kristina's hand was striking rapidly up and down Monty's dick, as his fingers made wet squishing sounds on her pussy.

Her body began thrashing as his fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh yeah, make me cum you mothafucka!" she gasped out, just before flooding his fingers with her orgasmic juices.

Barely stopping to catch her breath she began jerking his dick fiercely, twisting her hand with each stroke to spread her saliva over his entire pole. Monty leaned back and groaned, and moments later a great stream of cum shot from his dick, splattering Kristina's tits, followed instantly by another spurt.

Kristina swung her leg over Monty, straddling him, and sank down until the thick head of his dick was nestled at her wet hole. His cum sprayed over her flat tummy and her pussy as she mounted him, leaving much of her body glazed with his sticky fluid.

She rocked her hips, taking more of him into her dripping pussy, settling down on his pole before it could soften, and catching the last spurts of his orgasm deep inside her. She leaned forward and pressed her body against his as she started to move, riding him before he could lose his erection. Despite having just cum, Monty was fully hard again almost immediately.

Kristina moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Monty stretching her pussy and filling her as she rode him.

Tyrone watched his wife, who was covered in Monty's cum and bouncing up and down on his dick with complete sexual abandon. He felt Sierra's body press against his, her fingers wrapping around his dick.

"Think you're ready for another round, lover?"

He felt Sierra's warm lips wrap around his dick and looked down to see her slowly bobbing her head, slurping up and down his pole as her tongue massage the head of his dick.

After a moment Tyrone reluctantly pulled Sierra off his dick and positioned her on her hands and knees, facing the loveseat. He knelt behind her and positioned the head of his dock at her pussy. With one thrust, he drove his full length into her, his balls slapping against her. He leaned forward and reached around her, taking her swaying tits in his hands. He held tightly onto her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples, as he began to fuck her.

Positioned as they were, both Tyrone and Sierra had an incredible view of Kristina riding Monty's dick. They could see her cream running down his penis and drenching his balls as her pussy lips sucked up and down his dick. The smell of sex filled the room, and both women were moaning.

Kristina sensed Monty looking over her shoulder, watching his wife writhing and moaning as Tyrone fucked her. Kristina slid off Monty and turned around. He helped her settle back onto him, this time facing Sierra and Tyrone, and gradually worked his dick back into her. Kristina leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees, as Monty gripped her hips and began to slam her small body up and down on his throbbing dick.

The girls faces were just inches from one another. Sierra could literally feel the heat of Kristina's labored breathing on her face.

Kristina seemed totally out of control, her body trembling and shaking. She snarled and moaned, spitting out words, "fuck... pussy fucking full... oh fuck... cum... fucking cum..."

Sierra had never dreamed how turned on she would be by the site on her best friend being ravaged by her husband. Her pussy was drenched, and each time Tyrone thrust into her it was like an electric charge taking her to a higher level of excitement. She could feel her juices literally running down her thighs.

"Oh my god Tyrone I'm gonna cum!"

Tyrone sped up, his dick moving continuous in and out, exciting every nerve ending in her swollen pussy. Sierra was suspended at the peak of arousal, knowing she was seconds away from an incredible orgasm. Tyrone pinched hard on her nipples, and Sierra screamed as she came, wave after wave of pleasure filling her body. She was dimly aware of Tyrone's hot semen flooding her pussy, his dick still moving in her, her orgasm going on and on.

Monty could not believe how beautiful Sierra looked as she orgasmed. It really didn't matter that another man was fucking her; the site of her cumming was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Unable to hold back, he pulled Kristina down onto his dick and held her there as he came, his big balls emptying into her tight pussy. He reached his hand around her and rubbed her clit as he held her impaled on his pole.

Kristina's senses were on overload, She watched her husband fucking her best friend, making her cum, cumming in her pussy. She felt Monty's dick erupting in her, flooding her insides with his cum. His fingers, still wet with her juices, rubbed over her clit, and suddenly she was cumming, her scream mingling with Sierra's.

The room grew quiet, except for the heaving breathing of the two couples.

Monty helped Kristina ease of his dick, which was still partially erect. She slid to the floor, just as Sierra slumped forward. The two women hugged, their bodies sticky and slick with sweat. For a moment they just enjoyed the pleasure of one another's touch before turning back to the men.

Monty joined everyone else on the floor, and leaned over to softly kiss Kristina.

Tyrone and Sierra laid down side by side, caressing one another and lightly kissing.

"Well, I think that worked out rather nicely," Monty quipped. There were murmurs of exhausted agreement from the others.

After a while Sierra stood, her legs a little shaky, and held out a hand to help Kristina to her feet. She led the smaller woman to Tyrone, and placed her hand in his.

"Tyrone, you are a hot, sexy, lover, and I can't believe how hard you made me cum. And Kristina, from what I saw just now, you are a woman who any man would love to fuck. Now, the two of you need to give each other the same attention and intensity you gave Monty and me."

Tyrone smiled at Sierra. "Thank you. You really are incredible." He began to lead Kristina to the stairs up to their bedroom.

"No you don't." Sierra stopped him. "Sorry, but like Monty said, this is all going to be open and shared. Nobody is leaving yet."

With that she drew her husband Monty to his feet. Monty kissed her passionately, putting all his intense feelings into the kiss. He lowered her to the floor, his dick once again growing stiff with excitement. She spread her legs wide for him, and he mounted her. She gasped as he drove his dick into her, filling her completely, almost painfully. He began to fuck her. Despite having just cum twice with Kristina, he was overcome by an urgent need to make love to his wife.

Tyrone felt Kristina's fingers softly stroking his dick. He turned and kissed her, and then slid to the floor together. Kristina squeezed his dick, pulling it and guiding it into her wetness. As he slid into her, she announced loudly, "God I want to cum with your dick in me!"

The room was soon filled with gasps and moans. Tyrone and Monty thrust into their wives, matching stroke for stroke. The women, sensing how much it was turning the men on, loudly begged for them to keep fucking. Kristina felt Sierra's hand reaching for hers and took it. They held hands, savoring a sense of connection and sharing as their husbands rode them.

The room was still charged with sexual energy, filled with the sounds and smells of sex, but it was also filled with a sense of mutual caring and the two couples shared and intimate connection.

It wasn't long before the two men were moving faster, the women lifting their hips to meet their thrusts. Everyone seemed to feed off the excitement of the others as they raced together toward orgasm.

Kristina and Sierra cried out, almost in unison, as they came, and moments later Tyrone and Monty added their own voices, as they filled their wives with their cum.

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Completely spent, the four friends collapsed together on the floor.

After a while Tyrone said, "God I hope it's clear enough to ski tomorrow. My body can't take much more of this!"

"Hmmm," replied Monty, "maybe you should ask Sierra for a massage to loosen up those sore muscles."

Kristina reached over and punched his arm.

"Hey, be nice you guys," said Sierra. "I think we've finally figured out how to make this work!"
After the ski trip and countless fun nights, the couples find themselves in the most uproar when Kristina gets pregnant by Tyrone..... or is she.

Cabin Fever Ch.4

Tyrone took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door. The room was dark, lit only by the light from behind him on the stairway landing. Kristina was curled on the bed, her back to the door.

"Kristina, we have to talk. I'm really, really sorry for the things I said."

He waited for a moment for a reply. When Kristina didn't say anything, he stepped into the room. He tossed his bundle of cloths into the corner and turned on the reading lamp next to the bed before closing the door. He sat on the bed, looking at his wife, and rested his hand on her shoulder.

"I was talking to Sierra..."

Kristina rolled toward him suddenly and looked at him, her eyes red with crying and her face twisted into a grimace of pain.

"TALKING to her! You fucked her, damn you. I can smell her on you. I can see the scratches on you. You just had to hurt me, didn't you? You just had to pay me back."

"Kristina, no! No, it's not like that. Oh god Kristina, I am so sorry."

He lay down on the bed next to her and put his arm around her, pulling her close. After a moment she rested her head on his chest and began to cry.

He held her, quietly until her tears subsided, and then he started to speak.

"Kristina, I was hurting when Sierra came downstairs... just like you were hurting earlier today. And I felt so close to her, just being able to talk to her. It felt so natural to hold her in my arms. And it was exciting Kristina, exciting to be with a sexy woman who wanted me. And then there was the whole rush of being with a new lover. It's been a long time since I felt that. I didn't realize how much I miss that feeling."

"I know," Kristina said softly, "I felt it too Tyrone. I felt that way with Monty."

"Me being with Sierra doesn't mean I stopped loving you. I love you so much, and I've been so afraid of losing you. Am I going to lose you Kristina?"

He felt her shaking her head, still sniffling.

"Tyrone... will you make love with me?"

"Yes, I'd really like that honey."

Kristina reached down and unbuttons his pants, pulling them open, and gently kissing the head of his soft dick.

"I haven't showered honey," he reminded her.

"That's OK baby. I'm going to get my first taste of pussy," she giggled. "Maybe I'll like it!"

Tyrone was shocked by Kristina's words. Just two days ago, he would never have imagined his somewhat reserved wife saying something like that.

Tyrone had wiped himself before coming upstairs, but Kristina could still smell and taste Sierra's juices on him. It was strangely exciting knowing that her husband had been fucking another woman just minutes ago. Kristina took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She cupped his balls in her small hand and played with them as she sucked him. She could feel his penis swelling, growing thick and stiff in her mouth.

When he had a serviceable erection, Kristina stood up next to the bed and quickly stripped off her clothes. "Get your pants off," she instructed Tyrone.

He quickly complied, and reached out for her.

"No. Lay back on the bed."

As he watched she ran her hands down her body, slowly caressing herself. She pressed a hand between her legs and began to rub. Tyrone watched, fascinated, as she massaged her pussy, gradually teasing apart her lips and sliding her fingers up and down her slit. He was rock-hard by the time she slid two fingers into herself. She worked them in and out, spreading her wetness, and then put them to her mouth and sucked them clean.

She climbed onto the bed and threw her leg over him, straddling him. She lowered herself until her the wet lips of her pussy were pressed against the underside of his dick. She rocked her hips, sliding her wetness up and down the length of his pole, humping against his stiff erection.

She looked at him with a fierce smile on her face as she rubbed her wet sex up and down against him. In a low voice she said, "You like this hot pussy don't you Tyrone? You like to eat it? You like to put your fingers in my wet pussy? You like to put your dick in my pussy and fuck it, don't you?"

She matched her rhythm to her words, jerking her hips sharply and driving herself against him to emphasize the word "pussy."

Tyrone had never seen or imagined his wife like this. He was absolutely aroused, but at the same time worried by her behavior. "Kristina, what's going on? Why are you doing this?"

"I'm tired of being shy, conservative Kristina, Tyrone. I want to dress in sexy clothes. I want to flirt. I want men to look at me the way they look at Sierra." She almost snarled the words at him, driving her pussy against his pole.

"I want men to look at me and want to FUCK me Tyrone, the way my HUSBAND just FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND!" her words ended with a long shriek as her body trembled and shook. Tyrone felt a flood of hot liquid drenching his dick, running down to his balls as Kristina's orgasm went on and on.

"Kristina, I'm sorry... please just let me hold you and we can talk."

"No! Shut the fuck up you bastard."

She leaned forward, her outstretched arms pinning him beneath her, and started to rub against him, furiously grinding herself on his dick, still pressed flat between their bodies. Her small tits bounced and gyrated as she rocked her body, sliding her dripping pussy up and down along his pole.

"I am NOT going to stand by while you play out your sexual fantasies without me. I want what Sierra has. I want to be the sexy one. You want to fuck me in the ass like you did with her? That's right Tyrone, I know about that. You want to watch me with another woman? How about with another man, Tyrone? Could you handle that? Well maybe it doesn't matter, because that's what I want!"

Tyrone was swept away by her anger and by her sexual energy. He lay gasping under her, his dick throbbing beneath her assault, feeling his balls tightening. Suddenly he felt his cum shooting from his dick, the thick sticky cream pooling on his stomach and chest.

Kristina kept moving, driving her pussy against him, gradually slowing as his spurts subsided. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps when she finally stopped moving. She reached down and ran her hand over his chest and stomach, smearing his cum over his skin, then slowly licked her hand.

"I am just as sexy as you are Tyrone, "she said in a low voice, "Just as sexy as Monty and just as sexy as Sierra. And I want things too! So don't you ever treat me like your needs are more important than mine."

Tyrone stared at the sexy, strong, dangerous woman sitting naked on top of him. His wife. His lover.

He pulled her down toward him, and this time she allowed him to wrap his arms around her. They kissed one another passionately, their sweaty, sticky bodies sliding against one another. Unbelievably, Tyrone felt his dick stiffening again. He rolled over with Kristina in his arms, pinning her beneath him, as the head of his dick parted her swollen lips and he slid into her hot tunnel.

"Fuck me!" she growled.

He responded by withdrawing his penis until just the head was inside of her, and then sliding back in with one long stroke. He held there for a moment, pressed tightly against her, before sliding out again. As he moved in and out, he started to rotate his hips in a circular motion, sliding into her from the left, pressing his pelvis against her as he rolled his body, and withdrawing to the right. Each time he sank into her his body ground against her clit, making her gasp at the stimulation.

"God Tyrone I love it when you move like that! Why don't we ever do this any more?"

"We are right now lover."

He moved in her for a long time, looking into her eyes. Gradually he picked up the pace, and as he moved faster Kristina's little gasps became whimpers and cries of pleasure. He felt his own orgasm building, and tried desperately to hold back. Finally Kristina screamed with pleasure, digging her nails into is back, and Tyrone unleashed his hot cum into her before collapsing on top of her, totally spent.

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Sierra lay in the dark kitchen for a while before slowly picking up her clothes and getting dressed. She quietly climbed the stairs. She heard voices from Tyrone and Kristina's room, but at least there was no shouting. She crossed the landing to her own room and went in.

"Well?" asked Monty.

"They're talking. No violence at least."

"You were gone a long time."

"Yeah, well Tyrone really needed to get things out."

"I came downstairs to see if you needed anything."

She looked at him, suddenly aware of the deadly calm in his voice.

"Oh, Monty. How much did you see?"

"Enough. How long have you been in love with him?"

"About as long as you've been in love with Kristina. And don't say you're not! I love you Monty, and you're my husband, but there's this other person, and they're attractive, and exciting, and just right there all the time... how can you not want that? How can you not want HER?"

"We were talking about you, not me. Don't twist this around."

He paused for a moment, and then admitted, "But you're right. I have wanted and fantasized about Kristina for a long time. I care about her as a friend... maybe I love her. And that's why I would never manipulate her and Tyrone the way you have."

"Monty, it wasn't supposed to go this far! And Kristina did as much as I did, once things started! It's not my fault things turned out this way."

"I'm not buying it. I think this has turned out exactly like you hoped, so far. But now I'm going to get what I want."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

To start with, unless you are planning on running off with Tyrone tonight, I'm going to have sex with my beautiful wife.

Sierra started to protest, but Monty simply pulled her to him and started to undress her. She was a thick, athletic woman, but despite her struggles the big man casually held her and pulled off her clothes as easily as he might control a misbehaving child. Monty was a gentle, considerate man, and Sierra had almost forgotten the raw power that had attracted her when they were first dating.

When he finished undressing her, Monty pushed her back onto the bed and pulled off his own clothes. Apparently Monty had been aroused by her struggles; his dick was swollen to its full, enormous size.

He knelt on the bed beside her, stroking his penis, the plum-size head inches from her face. He ran his big hand up and down the thick pole, spreading the wetness of his pre-cum until his entire dick glistened with sticky wetness.

Sierra leaned toward him and opened her mouth as wide as she could, stretching her lips around the plum-size head. Monty groaned as he felt her hot mouth on him. He let her suck him for a few moments, feeling her taking him, a little at a time, deeper and deeper into her mouth.

He slid one hand down her body, feeling between her legs. He felt the heat and wetness of her pussy, her bush matted and wet.

With a grunt, he pulled his dick from her mouth, so suddenly that a stream of spit ran down Sierra's chin. He flipped her over like a rag-doll on the bed, forcing her onto her hands and knees. He took his pole in his hand and guided it to her pussy, pushing the head against her lip, forcing them to part.

Despite her own arousal and her recent fucking by Tyrone, Sierra was not prepared for Monty's dick. She gasped as he pushed into her, stretching her. He pulled back a little and thrust forward again, his strong hands holding her hips. She tried to crawl away but was unable to move as Monty held her and drove into her, pushing deeper with each stroke.

Her gasps turned to moans as he filled her, and her copious juices lubricated him. She felt her pussy lips being stretched, pulled in and out as his massive pole pistoned into her.

Monty leaned forward and took her tits in his big hands, squeezing her luscious globes. His thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples as he held her tits tightly, pulling back on them each time he drove into her.

She was moaning continuously as he fucked her. She reached back with one hand and pressed it to her clit, rubbing in tight little circles as her husband took her.

"Oh god Monty," she gasped, "you're so deep... Monty it hurts!"

He shifted his position slightly, knowing from years of experience the slight difference between pleasure and pain, and then thrust forward at a different angle, impaling her on his massive shaft. He slowly slid back, the lips of her pussy sucking at his dick, then drove back in, using the whole force of his body to drive his pole into her, only to slowly withdraw it again.

She felt his dick driving into her, filling her, reaching some place impossibly deep inside her. Each time Monty's dick thrust into her she reached a higher peak of pleasure, until it seemed like there was nothing left in the entire world but his incredible penis stretching her and filling her. She screamed as she came, collapsing forward into the bed.

Monty's body fell forward on top of her. He was still fucking her as she came, his penis filling her again and again. She felt his hands under her, pushing her own hand away, his strong fingers stretching her pussy lips wide and rubbing over her clit as he fuck her.

She heard her own voice, screaming out her husband's name as one orgasm flowed into another. She was pinned beneath him, barely able to breath, completely helpless as he used her body.

Finally his thrusts slowed in her and he raised his body from hers. She sucked air into her lungs with long gasps. She felt him lifting her, making her stand next to the bed, bending her over so that her upper body rested on the bed, her ass in the air.

She felt his big hands spreading her cheeks, felt the gob of saliva that he spit onto her asshole.

"Monty, no! You're too big Monty!"

She felt something press against her puckered hole and gasped as he pushed a finger, slick with her cum, into her ass. He twisted his finger, moving it in and out, fucking her with it.

She felt the head of his cock against her pussy, felt it sliding into her well-stretched hole.

He fucked her urgently, filling her with rapid thrusts, as his big finger continued to work in and out of her ass. She whimpered as she felt another finger slide into her, twisting in and out, stretching her ass like a thick dick.

She heard Monty moaning "fuck, oh fuck" as his cock drove into her, his big balls slapping against her. She felt her pussy clench him as he swelled within her, her orgasm sweeping over her just as Monty exploded, flooding her pussy with his cum. He kept fucking her as his dick slowly wilted, their cum running from her pussy and down their legs.

Sierra's legs were trembling and she felt like she was about to collapse.

"Monty... get your fingers out of my ass!"

He laughed as he slowly withdrew his fingers and his dick from her ravaged body. She groaned as she collapsed onto the bed. The big man flopped down beside her and said, "Now THAT was what I wanted."

"Damn! Anytime you want a fuck like that, just take it. It's yours baby. There isn't another man in the world who can make me feel like that."

Cabin Fever Ch.3

In part 1 of this story, Sierra and Kristina flirt with one another's husbands at a ski cabin. Sexy massages lead to passionate sex with the other's husband. In part 2, Kristina and Monty (Sierra's husband) have sex while their partners are away.

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"How could you do this?" shouted Sierra. Monty had never seen her so angry.

"Honey I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Kristina was really upset after her fight with Tyrone... she just needed somebody. And I really think everything would have been OK if Tyrone hadn't come home early to apologize."

"That's your defense? She needed you? And Tyrone screwed everything up by coming home to apologize to his wife? Do you have any idea what you have done to their marriage?"

"I know. I feel like shit. Maybe if I talk to Tyrone I can fix things."

"NO! You are not talking to Tyrone. You are the last person on Earth Tyrone wants to talk to right now. You stay right here in this room. I'm going downstairs to talk to Tyrone."

* * * * *

Sierra found Tyrone downstairs in the kitchen. The lights were off and the room was dimly lit by the gloomy twilight filtering in through the small kitchen window. Tyrone was sitting at the table staring morosely at a half-empty tumbler of Crown Royal.

"Is that helping?" she asked, pulling up a chair to sit next to him.

"Doesn't matter," he replied, taking another swallow. "I just told Kristina we're through."

"Is that what you really want? To lose Kristina?"

"I've already lost her. How can I stay with her knowing she'd rather be with Monty?"

"Tyrone, Kristina loves you. What happened here was a mistake. Kristina was hurt and confused."

"Bullshit! I can't compete with Monty! After having him, she's never going to be satisfied with me!"

"Is that what this is about? You think every woman wants Monty just because he has a big dick? Shit, Tyrone, last night you turned me on as much as I've ever been! You don't need to compete with Monty."

"Well Kristina sure as hell made her choice today! She couldn't wait till she was alone with him."

"Tyrone, stop it! I know you love Kristina, and I know she loves you. You need to get over whatever insecurities are keeping you from seeing that."

"Nothing to see Si-Si... it's over between Kristina and me."

Tyrone raised the glass to his lips, but before he could drink, Sierra took it from him and drained it herself, the straight liquor bringing tears to her eyes as she swallowed it down. Tyrone watched, too surprised to react.

"Tyrone, I never dreamed Kristina would react the way she did last night, but you have to understand that I was the one who planned this whole thing. I arranged that massage session last night with some crazy hope of getting into your pants. I never thought about how people might be hurt... but if Kristina really doesn't want you, then fine, because I do!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.

The feelings Tyrone had experienced the previous night came back with a rush as Sierra kissed him. Just like last night, he found his thoughts of Kristina and Monty receding... the only thing that seemed real or important was the beautiful, sexual woman wrapping her arms around him.

He opened his mouth to hers, their tongues exploring, as he felt her full breasts pressed against him. He reached around her and lifted her sweater. She stepped back and allowed him to lift it over her head and toss it aside. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor, and allowing her full tits to fall free for Tyrone.

He grabbed at them roughly, squeezing and rubbing, loving the fullness and weight in his hands... so different from his wife's itty bitty titties. Sierra kissed him fiercely as she tore open his shirt, her nails raking over his skin. Her hands continued down his body, fumbling to loosen his belt and pull his pants open.

Tyrone stood and pulled Sierra to her feet, knocking the kitchen chairs aside.

They quickly stripped off the rest of their clothes and resumed their kiss. Tyrone's hand trailed down Sierra's body, his fingers running through the soft tuft of hair above her pussy, and brushed lightly over her swollen lips. She moaned into his mouth as he slipped his fingers between her lips into her wetness.

She began to hump against his hand, pressing her body tightly against him, her breasts pressed against his chest,

Tyrone's dick was throbbing with arousal. He pulled his hand from her pussy, now wet with her juices, and rubbed it across her nipples, teasing her stiff swollen nubs.

He took her in his arms and lowered her to the ground, laying her back on the old-fashioned coil rug in the middle of the kitchen floor. Without a word she spread her legs wide for him and opened her arms.

He knelt between her legs and guided the head of his dick to her waiting pussy, sliding it into her hot, wet tunnel with one stroke. He lowered himself on top of her and they kissed, her arms wrapped around him as he started to move.

Her nails dug into his back as he stroked in and out of her, urgently fucking her. She lifted her hips to grind her clit against him, gasping and moaning into his mouth each time he thrust against her.

Tyrone felt his balls tightening, nearing orgasm, when Sierra's body convulsed under him. She locked her arms and legs around him, holding him close against her, until her orgasm subsided,

She smiled at Tyrone as he shifted position, raising his body and helping her to put her legs up onto his shoulders.

Tyrone thrust himself into her again and again, pounding his pelvis against her. Sierra tightened her muscles, clenching around his dick, increasing the sensations for both of them as he moved faster. She gazed at his face as he fucked her, fascinated by his passion, by the graceful movements of his body even now.

Finally, with a final thrust, he erupted. She felt his cum spurting into her, jet after jet filling her and mixing with her own wetness.

Neither moved for a time, until finally Sierra's legs began to cramp and she moved them. Tyrone leant over and kissed her again as his penis slipped from her.

"Tyrone... what I said before about wanting you? You know it's more than that. I'm in love with you."

"But you love Monty, Sierra. And you belong with him."

"And you love Kristina, if you can get over your hurt. I'm just saying, you're not alone - whatever happens. Now why don't you go upstairs and talk to her?"

Tyrone looked at the beautiful woman, lying naked on the floor with him, but suddenly his thoughts were on Kristina, and how she must be feeling after the things he had said to her.

"You're right. I owe her that much," he said.

He quickly wiped his sticky dick and pulled on his pants before gathering the rest of his clothes.

As he headed up the stairs, Sierra barely heard him say, "and I love you too."

Cabin Fever Ch.2

Chapter 2: Next Day

In the previous story, Sierra and Kristina flirt with one another's husbands at a ski cabin. Sexy massages lead to passionate sex with the other's husband. But the morning after they need to deal with the feelings they aroused...

* * * * *

Kristina knew as soon as she woke up that Tyrone was upset. He was standing at the bedroom window, staring out, his body rigid and tense.

"Tyrone... are you alright?"

"Do you think I'm alright?" he lashed out at her. "Should I be alright after watching you sucking on Monty's fucking dick?"

"Oh god Tyrone I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. Sierra and I were just going to tease with you guys, but we all had so much to drink, it just got out of control."

"Yeah, you were out of control alright. How many times did Monty fuck you last night?"

"Dammit Tyrone, I'm really sorry, and I'd do anything to undo last night. But don't put this all on me. I saw your head between Sierra's legs, and nobody was forcing you. You just need to calm down before either of us says something we really regret."

"Fine. Right now I just need to get away from you. I'm going skiing." He snarled, putting on his clothes and storming out.

* * * * *

Sierra woke slowly, gradually becoming aware that Monty was watching her.

"Good morning," he said softly, then leaned down to kiss her.

"Mmmmm... you're in a good mood. Guess I should let you fulfill your fantasies more often."

"I noticed you were doing some fulfilling of your own!" he laughed.

"So... we're OK about last night?"

"I am if you are," he replied. "I just hope Tyrone and Kristina are OK. They've always seemed pretty reserved about sex. Frankly I can't believe how wild Kristina was."

"Me neither. We talked about teasing you guys, and I hoped it might go a little farther, but I figured she'd be the one to put on the brakes before things got too intense."

"Well, guess she had a lot of pent up desire!" Monty grinned as he rose from the bed and looked out the window. "Wow, the weather's pretty gray out there. Not sure I'm up for skiing."

"Well... want to go shopping? There are some great little boutiques in town!"

"Not my idea of a great day!" Monty replied. "Why don't you go ahead? I think I may go back to sleep for a while."

"Maybe Kristina will go with me, and we can talk about last night. I want to be sure she's OK."

"Nah... I heard their car leave before you woke up. Guess they decided to ski by themselves today."

* * * * *

Kristina's anger died quickly after Tyrone left. She was hurt by his words, but more than anything, guilty for what she had done. She hoped he would forgive her, and that she hadn't done irreparable harm to their marriage. She lay on the bed for a long time, crying quietly.

When she finally got up and looked out the window, she saw that both cars were gone. Monty and Sierra must have gone skiing, she thought to herself.

She decided she needed to do something to calm down. She went to the downstairs bathroom, which had a big tub, and filled it with bubble bath. Soon she was soaking in the hot water, tears still running down her face as she thought about Tyrone. After a while she began to relax. Her thoughts drifted to last night, and how she had felt with Monty's strong arms around her. She recalled the feel of his body against hers, under her, on top of her. Lost in her thoughts, she hardly noticed that she was caressing her breasts, her nipples growing stiff as she teased them with her soapy, slippery fingers.

Her memories of last night were hazy, dimmed by the wine she had consumed, but she could still almost feel Monty's enormous dick filling her, his big body moving against hers. Her hands moved down her body, sliding over her soapy skin. She began to touch herself, rubbing slowly as she thought of Monty. She was surprised at how aroused she was, thinking about Monty. Her fingers slid between her swollen lips, and she moved them quickly in and out of her pussy. She began to rub her clit, fantasizing about Monty, almost feeling him thrusting into her.

She came with a sudden rush, her body suddenly convulsing as her orgasm hit her. She was surprised at the strength of her orgasm, and suddenly felt guilty for fantasizing about Monty. Maybe Tyrone was right... maybe what happened last night was all her fault.

She quickly stood up and pulled the plug from the tub, using the showerhead to rinse the soap from her body. She toweled off quickly and pulled on her robe, confused and upset.

The house was a little chilly, so she put some fresh logs in the woodstove and stoked it until the room began to warm. She made herself a cup of tea, and sat on the couch. She thought about Tyrone again, and was overcome by a deep sadness. She set down the teacup, still steaming, and sat on the couch crying softly.

* * * * *

Monty was surprised to hear the shower running... he thought everyone had left. Pulling on his robe, he walked down the stairs. Kristina was sitting on the couch, her back to the stairway, and he could tell she was crying.

She didn't hear him as he walked up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. She jumped as he touched her, but calmed as he began rubbing her shoulders. "Shhh..." he said. "It's OK... it's OK... just relax"

He massaged her neck and shoulders, his strong hands slowly relieving her tension. After a while, she stopped crying, and looked up at him.

"Thank you." She said. "I didn't think anyone else was here... I feel really embarrassed"

Wordlessly, he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea, then sat on the couch next to her.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about. I take it you're upset about last night?"

"Yeah... well, upset about Tyrone. He's really shook up. I think I really hurt him, and I never meant to. Monty, I don't want to lose Tyrone!"

Monty set down his cup and put his arm around her. She found herself leaning into him and sniffling. She was afraid any minute she'd start crying again.

"You're not going to lose Tyrone," Monty reassured her. "You guys are perfect together... anybody can tell that. And anyway, he'd be an idiot to let go of a sexy woman like you."

"I've never felt sexy. People always say I'm cute... plus my tits are to small. Sierra's the sexy one! God I wish I looked like her."

"Hey, everybody is different. But you are just as sexy as Sierra! I shouldn't say this, but I've wanted to fuck you since the day we met. And last night was incredible!"

"Yes... it was." Kristina's heart was suddenly racing as she thought about last night. She felt Marks body against her, felt his arm around her. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs. "God Monty I never experience anything like last night. I knew I shouldn't do those things, but when I saw your body, and touched you - "

She never finished her sentence. She felt Monty's lips on hers, felt her mouth opening to welcome his probing tongue. He pulled her close as they kissed.

His hand slipped between them, slipped inside her robe and cupped her breast. She felt her nipple stiffening against his palm as he squeezed her. She felt her robe sliding off her shoulders as Monty kissed her neck, then her breasts, and then took her nipple between his lips and sucked her.

Her hands seemed to move by themselves, pulling open Monty's robe and releasing his dick. She gasped at the size of it, hardly believing that last night it had been inside her. She wrapped her hand around his pole, unable to close her fingers around it. She stroked him slowly, feeling him throbbing, growing harder and harder, while Monty greedily sucked and bit her nipples.

She felt his fingers opening her, spreading her wetness. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her. His hands were so big, she thought... his finger was almost like a penis in her. He moved his finger in and out of her. She couldn't believe how wet she was, and how good he felt. He added a second finger, opening her wider, twisting his hand as he slid his fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. His hand was pressed against her clit, rubbing her as his fingers filled her. She moaned and raised her hips, welcoming his fingers.

Pre-cum was leaking from the tip of Monty's head. Kristina spread the slick fluid over his bulging head, then down his pole. She wrapped both her hands around it and stroked him, as his fingers slid in and out of her.

"Monty, "she gasped, "Monty I'm going to cum!"

He thrust his fingers deep into her and held them there as her pussy clenched around them, her body shaking with her orgasm. Her juices flooded over his hand as he withdrew his fingers.

He put his hands on her hips and lifted her effortlessly. She straddled him, putting her arms around his neck. She felt the head of his dick against the swollen lips of her pussy. She spread her legs wide and rocked her hips as Monty lowered her, using her entire body to guide his dick into her. She felt her lips stretch around him. She moaned more as she felt him filling her, felt her lips stretching to accommodate his thick pole.

She couldn't believe how effortlessly Monty held her, his big hands raising and lowering her, moving her up and down, each time further down onto his pole. She gasped and groaned as he stretched and filled her, not believing she could take all of him into her.

And then, finally, she was resting on his lap, his dick buried completely inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight, her small tits pressed against his chest, and kissed her deeply.

Then once again his hands were on her hips, lifting her, moving her. She used her legs to help him as he moved her up and down, each thrust filling her. Faster and faster they moved, grunting and moaning, fucking one another. She slid her hand between them, pressing her clit, as he thrust into her again and again.

She was bouncing furiously up and down, her pert tits bouncing, her nipples grazing his chest. And somehow it felt like Monty was driving deeper with each thrust, impaling her on his penis... and then she was cumming again, a long, continuous orgasm wracking her body as Monty continued to fuck her.

He drove her down onto him one final time, raising his hips at the same time, and let out a groan as he began to cum. She felt his dick jerking inside her, shooting jet after jet of hot cum into her tortured pussy. He held her there, kissing her, as their orgasms slowly subsided.

Monty let her body settle against him, limp. She found herself crying, her tears running down his chest. He was holding her tenderly, comforting her again. She felt his closeness and his strength, and let herself give in to her emotions.

After a while, her tears subsided. She looked up at Monty and he kissed her lightly. Their eyes met, and some kind of understanding passed between them.

They both jumped as they heard the sound of a car pulling to a stop in the driveway.

Cabin Fever Ch.1

Sierra and Kristina sat at a table on the deck of the ski lodge cafe. They had finished skiing for the day, and were watching the slope where their husbands were making a final run. Sierra's husband, Monty was a big man who plowed through the mogul field, his legs working like pistons as he raced down the slope. Kristina's husband, Tyrone, almost danced through the moguls. He often said that he didn't care who got to the bottom first, as long as he skied with style.

"The guys look really good out there," said Kristina. "I can't believe they still have so much energy. I'm exhausted after skiing all day!"

"They're just showing off," replied her friend. "Monty knows you're watching him, so he's doing his power-skier act."

"For me?"

"Come on!" Sierra laughed, "You just know Monty has the hots for you!" Sierra was a tall, full-figured woman with an outgoing manner and an easy laugh; she was a good match for her husband.

"Really? I never thought about it. But you know, Tyrone's really attracted to you too."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, besides the fact that he's always flirting... well... whenever we spend the day with you guys, he's really horny in bed."

Sierra almost choked on the wine she was drinking. She continued to laugh loudly, only stopping when she saw how Kristina was blushing.

"Well, as long as we're sharing secrets, Monty fantasizes about you, and how he'd like to fuck you!"

"Sierra!"

"Well he does! We talk about our fantasies, and Monty has told me that he would absolutely love to get into your pants! Not that I wouldn't mind getting a shot at your husband. And don't tell me you haven't thought about Monty!" she added with a wicked grin.

Kristina didn't know how to reply to this. In fact, she had sometimes fantasized about Monty. Still blushing, she turned her attention back to the two men, who were just reaching the bottom of the ski slope.

The two couples had actually met the year before, when they'd shared a table in a crowded café at the ski lodge. While talking, they'd discovered that they lived quite near one another, and shared interests in outdoor activities and sports. Their friendship blossomed over a series of bowling, bicycling, and ski trips; they often got together to watch football or have dinner together.

"You know," Sierra mused, "it might be kind of fun to see how much we could turn them on! We've got that ski cabin rented for a whole week next month."

"What did you have in mind, walking around the cabin naked?" joked Kristina. She was a small woman, with dark brown hair, dimples, and a mischievous grin. She was often described as "cute," an adjective that she disliked intensely.

"Not quite. I was thinking we could give the guys a massage. A very sensuous massage."

"You mean, like together in the same room? And see how hot we could get them?"

"Better than that! Why don't you massage Monty, and I'll massage Tyrone!"

"Oh my god! That would SO turn them on! I don't know though... wouldn't you be jealous? I mean, I wouldn't want to give Monty the wrong impression either." Kristina was a little intimidated by Sierra's outgoing physical nature, and sometimes felt jealous of how easily her friend flirted with the guys.

"Tell you what," said Sierra, "we could just see how it goes. If either of us starts feeling uncomfortable, we can just grab our own husband and drag him upstairs to the bedroom. I'm sure neither of them will be complaining!"

As the two women talked, Kristina gradually warmed up to the idea. By the time Monty and Tyrone stowed their skis and joined them at their table on the deck, they had made their plans.

- - - - -

It was late morning when they arrived at the ski cabin, after a three- hour drive. The guys wanted to get in some skiing, so they quickly dumped their stuff and headed out to the slopes. Once again, the two men were showing off for the girls, but this time they got lots of encouragement. Sierra and Kristina flirted outrageously. Kristina was sure the guys would know something was up. Even she couldn't believe some of the things Sierra was saying... like when she'd told Tyrone she'd like to help him straighten his ski pole!

By the time they got back to the cabin, they were all pretty tired, but the guys were really enjoying the attention they were getting.

As planned, Sierra and Kristina cooked dinner... a hearty meal of spaghetti, with lots of red wine. They intentionally left a mess in the kitchen for the guys to clean up, telling them only that they would get a big surprise if they did a good job.

As they washed the dishes, Monty and Tyrone joked about how sexy their wives seemed, and speculated about what the surprise might be.

"Hey, maybe they rented some porn videos!" said Monty with a grin. "What do you think, Tyrone? Porn and popcorn?"

"Sierra maybe... but Kristina would never go for it! Sitting around with you guys watching porn. Hell, she's only done it a couple of times with me, when we were staying in hotels. And then she was too embarrassed to talk to the hotel clerk when we checked out!"

"I don't know man... I think there's a lot more to that little woman than you give her credit for," said Monty

By the time Monty and Tyrone finished in the kitchen, the girls had turned the living room into their own private spa. They had stocked up the wood stove so the room was cozy and warm, spread pillows and blankets on the floor, and filled every available space with candles.

Sierra was wearing a jogging bra and loose running shorts, showing off her warm skin color and ample curves in the flickering candlelight. Kristina was simply wearing a long clingy t-shirt. As she moved, the fabric brushed over her pert breasts, making her nipples stiffen.

The men stopped in their tracks, for once speechless, when they saw their wives waiting. Sierra immediately took charge.

"OK guys, this is your surprise. We're going to massage those big, sore muscles of yours! Now, both of you strip down to your shorts, and lie face down on the blankets."

The men exchanged sheepish grins, but quickly took off their clothes and positioned themselves on the floor, as instructed, Tyrone lying at Kristina's feet, and Monty in front of Sierra. As soon as the men were lying down, the women traded places, Kristina kneeling next to Monty, and Sierra next to Tyrone.

"I'm afraid we forgot just one thing, guys. We didn't bring the massage oil. So we'll have to use olive oil instead," said Kristina, as she poured some oil into her hand to warm it.

"That's even better," said Sierra. "Olive oil is edible!"

Kristina stuck her tongue out at her friend, who responded with an innocent grin.

The two women actually knew how to give very good massages, and the men really were a little stiff from their afternoon exertions, so the session fell into a relaxed rhythm as Kristina and Sierra spread the warm oil over the men's backs and shoulders, and worked out the kinks in their muscles.

Tyrone grew gradually more relaxed as Sierra worked her way down his body. He was getting a little turned on, and began to look forward to getting his wife into bed later that night. He knew Sierra's massage would give him plenty of material for fantasizing! He was surprised when Sierra finished massaging his lower back, and slid her hands under the waistband of his boxers. She squeezed his ass, rubbing a little, and then withdrew her hands. They'd all had a lot to drink, and he dismissed it as more of Sierra's flirting... but it really started to turn him on!

He relaxed a little as Sierra moved down and massaged his calves. But then she worked her way upward and began to caress his inner thighs, her fingers slipping up the legs of his shorts. He let out a gasp when he felt Sierra's warm breath on his skin, followed by the soft touch of her lips, lightly kissing the inside of his thighs.

His dick had become uncomfortably hard, and he shifted position to relieve the pressure. Sierra took advantage of the shift to reach up into his shorts, lightly tickling his balls and running her nails along the base of his penis.

Tyrone's first reaction was to look toward his wife, to see if she was aware of what Sierra was doing. He saw Kristina kneeling between Monty's legs, feeling on his ass.

By now Tyrone was very aroused, and he was sure Monty was as well. He was actually disappointed when Sierra withdrew her hands. She gave his butt a sharp slap and said, "OK, time to roll over!"

Tyrone suddenly realized that his bulging erection was going to be very obvious. "Uh, I don't think that's a good idea," he stammered.

"Why?" asked Sierra in her most innocent voice. "Don't you think I've ever seen a guy with a hard on before? Now roll over!" she said with a laugh.

nervously, Tyrone complied. As he lay on his back, his dick made an enormous tent in his boxers. Sierra ran her nails up the length of his pole with a wicked grin, and then poured some oil on his chest, which she began to massage.

Dimly, Tyrone heard his wife say to Monty, "You too, buddy. Roll over!"

"You know, I think that's REALLY a bad idea."

"Come on... Tyrone showed us his, now it's your turn."

Tyrone couldn't believe it was his wife talking that way. He watched in fascination as Monty slowly rolled over. Kristina let out a gasp as the big man positioned himself on his back. His dick was enormous, and protruded at least a couple of inches from the waistband of his boxers.

"That muscle needs a lot of massaging!" laughed Sierra, seeing her friend's reaction.

"Can I... touch it?"

"Go ahead, girlfriend. I've already been groping your husband."

Tyrone watched as his wife slowly wrapped her small hand around Monty's thick dick. Her fingers couldn't reach completely around. But she moved her hand up and down several times, stroking Monty's dick and spreading the warm olive oil along his pole. She looked up and made eye contact with Sierra, and apparently some signal passed between them. Without warning, Kristina leaned down and took the plum-sized head of Monty's dick into her mouth, slurping loudly as she sucked it clean of olive oil. Monty let out a groan as Kristina's lips slid over his head. Reluctantly, Kristina let go of Monty's dick, and started massaging his chest and shoulders.

The two women had clearly crossed an unspoken barrier. Sierra's massage was now openly erotic. She kissed and licked her way down Tyrone's body, and soon slid her hand into his shorts and began stroking his dick as she caressed him. Leaning down, she gave him a long, sensual kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as she continued to "massage" him.

Tyrone looked over at Kristina, and saw that she was giving Monty the same treatment. He had never imagined his wife doing anything so erotic, and was a little jealous of her fascination with Monty's penis. But then Sierra leaned over him, her tits brushing over his chest as her hand stroked up and down, and his jealousy gave way to arousal. He could feel the tension mounting up, feeling his balls tightening, and knew that it was only a few moments before he exploded.

Sierra, sensing his growing arousal, paused once again. She removed her hands and stood up, saying, "Alright boys... now it's our turn."

It took some work, but she made Monty and Tyrone get to their feet. Looking straight into Tyrone's eyes, she lifted her jogging bra over her head and pulled it off. Tyrone watched in fascination as her full round breasts fell free, her dark nipples hard and inviting. Slowly she knelt down, and then spread out, face down on the floor in front of him.

Kristina slowly pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her small firm tits to Monty's hungry gaze. She was wearing only a thong, and she gave her butt an inviting wiggle as she settled to the floor in front of Monty.

Tyrone wasn't sure how he felt about Monty touching his wife's near naked body, and he avoided the big man's gaze as he knelt down next to Sierra. The men began to rub the girls' bodies, but they were both too aroused to give much of a massage. Tyrone caressed Sierra like a lover, reaching around and under her to squeeze her tits and play with her nipples. He worked his way down her back, and slid his hands into her shorts, playing with her ass.

He glanced over at Monty and Kristina. Monty was straddling Kristina's ass as he massaged her back. His dick, extending well beyond his boxers, was coated with oil. He slid it up and down between the cheeks of her ass as he caressed her.

Tyrone turned his attention back to Sierra. He pulled her pants partway down her legs, and she raised her hips, allowing him to reach under her. He touched the warmth of her pussy, spreading her swollen lips, rubbing his slippery hand up and down the length of her slit, feeling her grow wet with arousal.

She rolled over without prompting, and he kissed her deeply as he continued to rub he sopping pussy.

Monty paused his own massage for a moment. Raising himself a little, he reached down and turned over Kristina's unresisting body. He resumed his previous actions, but now he was massaging Kristina's tits, pinching her nipples with his oil coated fingers. His dick head slid up and down along her pussy, only the thin fabric of her thong keeping him from sliding between her wet lips.

Tyrone heard his wife gasping, and looked over to see her bucking her hips, thrusting her pussy against Monty's pole. As he watched, she seemed to gain control of herself. She whispered to Monty, "come up here next to my head and let me have your dick."

Monty obeyed, unable to resist, and knelt next to her. She reached over and pulled his boxers further down, exposing his entire penis. She rubbed her hands, still slick with oil, up and down its slippery length taking it in both hands, she began to rub it across her hard nipples. She slid it back and forth over her small tits, feeling it throbbing against her soft flesh. She took the head in her mouth and sucked on it, slurping up and down until it was drenched with her spit, and then once again rubbed it over her hard nipples.

Tyrone tore his gaze away, and looked back at Sierra. She looked beautiful in the warm flickering light of the candles. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted, and he leaned down to kiss her. His hand was still caressing her pussy, drenched with her juices. He gently parted the lips and slipped first one finger, then another, deep into her. He began sliding his fingers in and out, twisting with each stroke, caressing Sierra's velvety interior as he finger-fucked her.

Her breath was coming in gasps, and the scent of her sex was almost overpowering. He kissed his way down her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and finally pressed his face to her pussy, flicking his tongue over the hard knob of her clit, sucking on it as his fingers continued to move in and out of her.

Tyrone heard Monty let out a long moan, and he and Sierra looked over at their partners. Kristina's tits were covered in Monty's cum, her hands still stroking him. As they watched, she took the head of his dick into her mouth, sucking the rest from him.

"Come upstairs and help me clean up," Kristina said. Monty helped her to her feet, and she took his hand, leading him up the stairs.

Sierra looked at Tyrone, their eyes meeting. Her eyes were filled with lust, and at that moment, Tyrone wanted only to satisfy her. He pressed his mouth to her wetness again, savoring her juices, sucking and licking her clit and his fingers penetrated her again and again. He heard her gasps, felt her hips begin to buck, thrusting against him, and then his face was covered with her juices as her body trembled with an enormous orgasm.

Slowly, she relaxed under him. He turned his face to hers, and they kissed, relaxing together, her soft warm tits brushing his chest. She reached down and stroked his dick slowly, enjoying its hardness as her hand slid up and down. Wordlessly, they got to their feet, blew out the candles, and climbed the stairs.

When they reached the landing at the head of the stairs, they could see a dim light from the partly open door of the bathroom. The shower was running, and Tyrone heard his wife moaning loudly, accompanied by Monty's grunts. He knew that Monty was fucking his wife, filling her tight pussy with his enormous dick, and he could tell from her moans that she was incredibly turned on. He felt a sick, jealous feeling come over him as he visualized the big man fucking his wife. She had always been reserved about sex, and now in one night she seemed more aroused than he had ever seen her.

Sierra looked at him, sensing his feelings from the tight grimace on his face. "Come on baby. Come with me. I want you so much."

He looked at her beautiful body, her soft curves and long flowing hair, almost glowing in the dim light, and followed her to her bedroom, pushing away thoughts of his wife.

Sierra wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. As she felt him relax in her embrace, she bent down, pulled off his boxers and pushed him back onto the bed. Crawling between his legs, she took his dick into her mouth and began to suck him, working up and down with her lips and tongue. Her hands caressed his balls as she slid her mouth up and down. He couldn't believe how good her mouth felt. Each time he sensed that he was close to cumming, Sierra would slow down, sometimes letting him slip from her mouth entirely.

Finally, when he was sure he couldn't hold out any longer, she took her mouth from his pole and crawled up his body, her soft tits rubbing lightly over him. Straddling him, she took his dick in her hand, and guided it into her waiting pussy as she lowered herself onto him, taking his throbbing dick into her. She leaned over and kissed him, nipping and biting his lips, teasing him with her tongue, letting her nipples rub across his chest. She began to rock her hips, working her pussy, grinding her clit against him. He slid a hand down between their bodies, resting his fingers against her clit, letting her use his hand to pleasure herself as she slowly fucked him.

It seemed to go on forever, the sweet feeling of her mouth on his, her pussy lovingly milking his dick, her hot scent all around him. When they came, their bodies trembled together, and they both cried out in a intense orgasm

She collapsed against him, and for a long time they did nothing but caress one another.

Finally Sierra broke the silence. "I don't hear the shower any more. Would you like to come get cleaned up with me?"

He nodded and together they rose from the bed. Walking to the bathroom, they passed the open door of the other bedroom. A reading light was on, illuminating the two figures on the bed. Kristina was on top of Monty, her legs wrapped around his head. Her lips were stretched around his dick as she stroked him with one hand and sucked on him. Her hips were rocking wildly, Monty's big hands were on her ass, pulling her tight against his face. From her frenzied movements, Tyrone knew that she was about to cum. He wondered, dimly, how many orgasms Monty had given her. He thought about her mouth on his dick, thought about her making him cum and swallowing him. It all seemed strangely distant now... he was unable to summon the feelings of jealousy he'd felt earlier.

He looked at Sierra and once again his thoughts were filled with the warmth of her body. His penis began to harden as he followed her into the bathroom, and into the waiting shower.

They soaped each other playfully at first, rubbing the slippery shower gel over one another, teasing and caressing, and laughing like kids. Soon the touching became more intense, her hand stroking him as he filled her pussy with his fingers. Wordlessly, she turned and leaned against the shower wall. He positioned the head of his dick between the waiting lips and slid into her, moving with long deep strokes, fucking her with a sure rhythm as if they had always been lovers. She began to move, meeting his thrusts as his pace increased, taking him deep inside her again and again, and then suddenly crying out as an orgasm swept over her.
Tyrone, still hard, paused while her orgasm subsided. She turned her head, back over her shoulder, and he leaned in to kiss her.

"Will you do something for me?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered, without a moment's hesitation.

"Will you fuck my ass? I want to feel you there. Monty is too big, I can't take him that way."

"Damn! Should I feel insulted?" He motioned with his hands, indicating the relative size of Monty's dick and his own.

She grinned at him and kissed him again, and they both laughed. He began to soap her ass, working a finger into her, lubricating her with the slippery gel. And then he put the head against her, and pushing slightly, penetrating her. She moaned slightly as he worked slowly into her, her voice almost a humming vibration that seemed to permeate her body. Soon he wa buried in her, and he began to move in and out, his hands on her hips as he fucked her.

His pace increased, and Sierra moved one hand to her clit, masturbating as he fucked her. He had never been so turned on, but at the same time had no trouble holding back his orgasm as their bodies moved together. Sierra's breath was coming in short gasps, and finally she said, "Oh god Tyrone, I'm going to cum again."

Tyrone felt her body tense, felt her tighten around his dick, and then, as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her body, he unleashed his own orgasm, filling her with his cum.

Slowly their breathing subsided, and Tyrone carefully slipped his soft penis from her body. They kissed deeply once more, and washed one another gently. As they dried off and left the bathroom, the house was quiet.

Sierra gave Tyrone a light kiss before she turned to her bedroom. He slipped into his own room, where Kristina was sleeping, a single sheet wrapped around her naked body. He lifted the sheet and snuggled against her, but his thoughts were only of Sierra, her body now resting against Monty's in the next room, as he fell into a deep but troubled sleep.

Grounding Research Ch.4

This is the fourth, and final, part of a continuing story. In order to appreciate the characters and their relationship, please read the previous parts: Grounding Research.

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It was Friday night, and Davon had just gotten home from work after a long meeting with his sales team. He was ready to relax with a beer, a simple meal of leftovers, and maybe an old movie on TV, when the phone rang.

"Hello"?

"Davon? Davon, it's Lin. Remember me, sweetie?"

Lin was the your prostitute that Davon had met through his friend Jalisa, while helping her with research for her next mystery novel.

"Lin, I could never forget you! Wow, I'm surprised to hear from you! What's up?"

"Davon, I was wondering if you would do me a big favor. I have a new girl who I am helping to get started in the business. She's pretty nervous, and it would be great if she could start out with a real gentleman... not to mention a very hot guy!"

"Lin, I don't know what to say. You know that time with you started out with me helping Jalisa. I really hadn't planned on making a habit... I mean..." Lin laughed at Davon's sudden discomfort. "Davon, you ARE a really nice man, and I think you'd like Crystal. And I know she'll like you. How about it? Tomorrow afternoon?"

"OK Lin. Will I get to see you again?"

"Yes, I'll be there... but remember, your date is with Crystal!"

"Wait Lin, there is one more thing. Jalisa didn't have anything to do with this, did she?"

"Why do you ask Davon? Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem. I just got a strange feeling from her last time we were together, and I haven't talked to her since. You know she arranged a couple more encounters for me, and I guess things got a little awkward."

"I wouldn't worry too much Davon. I bet she's just busy with her book. I still can't believe I actually met Jalisa Swanson! Anyway, if you like we can talk about it, after you meet Crystal."

They talked for a few more minutes, arranging the details, and then Davon hung up. Somehow he wasn't in the mood for an old movie anymore. He wished he'd subscribed to the porn channel!

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Davon drove up to the gate at Lin's condo complex and entered the code. The gate swung open, and he parked in a guest space and walked to her door. Before he could knock, the door swung open and Lin pulled him in.

With an excited squeal of welcome, she leaped into his arms and kissed him. He barely had time to take in the tiny teddy she was wearing, as he found her tongue slipping into his mouth and her perky breast pressed against him. It was a full minute before she broke the kiss and stepped back, finally remembering to close the door behind Davon.

Strangely, of all Davon's recent experiences, he had probably enjoyed Lin the most. It was impossible not to like the young Asian woman's enthusiasm.

"Hi there sexy! I am so-o-o happy to see you! You're just going to love Crystal! She's getting ready for you, so why don't we go get you showered and all refreshed for her."

Without waiting for a reply, she took his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. She quickly helped him undress, then slipped out of her teddy as he watched, his dick rising in appreciation of her petite body. She giggled and bent down, casually taking the head of his dick into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it, before pushing him into the shower.

She turned on the water and opened a fresh bar of soap, then quickly washed his body. Each time he reached for her, she playfully slapped his hands away, telling him he had to save his energy for his "date" with Crystal.

She quickly helped Davon rinse, then handed him a thick towel as they stepped from the shower. The dried one another and Lin gave Davon a soft kiss before tying a towel around his waist.

She paused for a moment and gave Davon a serious look. "Be nice to this girl, Davon. She's special."

She opened the bathroom door, and for just a moment the air, moist from the shower, formed a mist as it encountered the cooler air of the bedroom. With a theatrical flourish Lin led Davon through the mist-filled doorway and said, "Davon, this is Crystal."

Davon could only stare at the beautiful woman who stood, smiling shyly at him. She wore a filmy white negligee that emphasized her dark hair and bronze skin; a ribbon gathered the cloth below her luscious breasts.

"Jalisa?" he exclaimed.

"Hello Davon. For today let's use my working name... it's Crystal."

"What's going on? You can't be serious about this!"

"Davon, for all the research I've done, I still don't feel I really understand what it's like to be a... provider. You know how obsessive I am about getting the details right. I asked Lin if she would help me with this."

Lin nodded in agreement. "Davon, you are really the perfect client. A real gentleman, not to mention incredibly hot! If Crystal wants to do this, I thought we could both help make it a good experience."

Davon was shaking his head. "This is crazy Jalisa. I can't do this. You're my best friend."

Jalisa did not reply. She walked up to Davon and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing his head down, and kissed him softly. Their lips touched for just a moment and Davon inhaled her scent. The second kiss was longer, their lips parted and her tongue slipprd into his mouth. Her breasts pressed against him, and he could feel her stiff nipples against his chest through the thin fabric of her negligee.

She felt him slowly relaxing, the tension leaving his body as he took her in his arms. Davon's heart was racing as they kissed, their tongues eagerly exploring.

It was "Crystal" who finally broke away, and began to nuzzle against his chest. Her body slid down his as she fell to her knees, kissing her way down his chest and firm abs. She loosened the knot on his towel, letting it fall to the floor.

Despite all he had done with Jalisa watching, Davon was still a bit embarrassed as his penis stood straight up, revealing the extent of his arousal. But any reservations he was feeling slipped away as she wrapped her hand around his dick and rubbed the head across her face. She looked up at him and smiled as she brushed the tip over her lips. She kissed the head and then parted her lips, teasing and kissing. She took his dick slowly, playfully, just a little at first, then more and more, sliding her lips sensuously up and down him.

Davon groaned as her lips passed the halfway point on his pole, her tongue massaging the underside of his dick as she sucked him. "God Jalisa that feel good."

She paused for a moment to give him a wicked grin and said, "I keep telling you babe, it's Crystal!"

She then returned to her task, bobbing her head faster up and down as she took him deep into her mouth, each stroke leaving more of his dick wet and glistening with her saliva.

Lin had stepped behind Crystal. She tossed aside her towel and knelt naked behind her. Reaching around, she untied the ribbons on the negligee and drew it behind Crystal's shoulders, exposing her tits. Lin pressed her body against her and took one of Crystal's tits in each hand, squeezing and rubbing them.

Davon could barely restrain himself as he watched the young girl playing with his friend's breasts, pinching her stiff nipples, as Crystal sucked him. Lin looked at him and said, "She's all yours Davon... all paid for... fuck her face, cum in her mouth."

Her words seemed to be the trigger Davon needed. He let his lust take control of him, all restraint swept away. His friend Jalisa was gone... it was Crystal, the beautiful new hooker, who was giving him an incredible head job. He thrust his hips forward, driving his dick into her mouth. He heard her gag for a moment, but she quickly recovered and relaxed her throat, taking his full length.

He thrust into her urgently again and again, already feeling the cum rising from his balls. Crystal moaned as Lin pinched and twisted her nipples. With a final thrust Davon drove into her mouth and then erupted, spewing load after load of cum.

Crystal swallowed as much as she could, then pulling away gasping for air. Lin turned her friend around and kissed her, their bodies pressed together as their tongues explored each other.

Finally the girls broke their kiss. Lin said to Crystal, in a loud stage whisper, "guys always love a show, " as she winked at Davon.

She led the Crystal over to the bed and helped her to lie back, arranging her like an offering for Davon. "Hungry, Davon?"

He quickly hopped onto the bed, positioning himself between Crystal's outstretched legs, and gazed admiringly at her glistening pussy. Her lips were already parted slightly, moisture oozing from her. He leaned down and kissed her lightly, inhaling the scent of her arousal, as the soft peach-like hair tickled his nose.

He kissed her again and again, teasing her with his lips and letting his tongue dance lightly over her wet folds. Glancing up, he saw Lin lying next to Crystal, lightly caressing her breasts as both girls watched him.

He began to lick her pussy, basking in her juices, parting her lips and driving his tongue into her. He licked her again and again, sometime pressing the flat of his tongue against her, sometimes teasing her with the tip. He worked his way slowly to her clit, running his tongue over the swollen nub again and again before finally closing his lips around it.

He slid two finger into Crystal's throbbing pussy as he sucked on her clit. Her hips rose from the bed, grinding against his face as his fingers stroked the walls of her pussy. She was moaning loudly now, thrashing on the bed. Lin was kissing and sucking her nipples, as Davon thrust his fingers deep into her. She drove her pussy against his face and felt his teeth close on her clit.

Her body convulsed as she cried out her orgasm, her thighs clenched around Davon's head, her juices drenching his face.

Slowly she relaxed onto the bed. Lin crawled over to Davon and kissed him, then teasing licked Crystal's cum from his face. She drew him further up the bed and took his dick in her hand, stroking the hard length of it. Reaching over to the nightstand, she retrieved a condom and expertly rolled it onto him.

Then, taking his dick in her hand, she rubbed the head up and down Crystal's inflamed pussy. Soon the head was slick with the her juices, and Lin pressed it between the swollen lips.

Crystal and Davon gazed into on another's eyes as he slid into her. They were vaguely aware of Lin kneeling beside them, softly stroking both of them as Davon began to move. He slid slowly in and out with long, deep strokes, burying himself in her each time, their eyes still locked on one another. He felt Lin reach beneath him, caressing his balls as he fucked Crystal.

He began to move faster, angling his dick as he found a place that made Crystal gasp with each thrust. She shifted her hips slightly, and suddenly they were perfectly aligned, moving faster and faster, climbing together toward their climax. Davon felt Lin shift position, and then she was behind him, her hands on his hips, thrusting with him, forcing him to increase his pace as he pounded into Crystal again and again.

"Oh fuck, Davon, I'm cumming!" Crystal cried out. He felt her pussy clench around his dick, her muscles convulsing, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. With a final thrust he drove his deep into her, and she felt his cum shooting into her again and again.

Slowly their breathing returned to normal. Davon kissed Crystal softly as Lin knelt beside them.

"OK you guys... my turn! Crystal, I don't know how you were able to watch Davon and I without joining in, but I am so horny I'm going crazy."

Laughing, Crystal helped Lin push Davon onto his back. They knelt on opposite sides of him, and began to take turns licking and sucking on his dick. The sight of the two beautiful women playing with his dick was enough to arouse him almost instantly. Each girl in turn slurped loudly up and down his pole, bathing his dick with their tongues and their hot, wet mouths. After a few minutes Lin pronounced Davon sufficiently hard, and quickly stretched a fresh condom over this throbbing erection.

With a growl, she threw one leg over him and straddled him. Crystal reached down and held his dick, as Lin lowered herself, impaling her small body on his massive pole. She sank straight down onto him, taking him deep into her dripping pussy with one continuous motion.

With her feet planted flat on the bed on either side of him, Lin began to bounce rapidly up and down, her tits bouncing with each stroke. Davon watched in fascination for a moment, and then placed his hands on her hips, helping her to move. It was clear that Lin was intent on cumming quickly. She reached down and began furiously rubbing her clit as they fucked. Crystal was sitting cross-legged on the bed, thrusting her fingers in and out of her hole with wet swishy sounds.

Davon began to thrust into Lin, his hips rising from the bed and slamming his pelvis against her with each stroke. Her tits bounced wildly, the dark, hard nipples swinging up and down. Davon heard Crystal gasping and moaning as he felt his own orgasm building.

The three came within seconds of one another, Lin screaming as she unleashed a flood of her hot juices onto Davon's dick, just as he filled the condom with his own cum. Crystal, too, let out a long wail as her orgasm shook her body.

Both girls collapsed on top of Davon, their sweaty bodies resting against his. They tied contentedly, kissing his skin lightly. He pulled the girls into position so they were lying on either side of him, and they lay together as he kissed each in turn.

Davon had almost fallen asleep when he heard Lin getting up. "I'm going to go into the kitchen and get us something to drink. Would you guys like a glass of wine?"

Davon and Crystal both agreed, and watched as Lin slipped out of the room.

Davon broke the silence and asked, "Did you get everything you needed? I notice you're not taking notes."

"I think I did learn something Davon. I know it's not always like this, and there are a lot of bad parts, but for someone like Lin I think there's a lot of pleasure in this job as well."

"And how about you? You certainly seemed to have a good time."

There was a long pause before Crystal answered. "I don't think it would be like that for me, Davon. I'm not Crystal. I'm Jalisa Swanson. And I think to really enjoy being with a man, there has to be a connection. I have to be at least a little in love."

"You must not think a lot of me... doing all the things I've done in the last few weeks. I wish we could start over, just you and me."

"I don't Davon. I think we both learned a lot about our sexuality. We both opened up a lot and experienced some incredible things. And we'll always share that, just as we share our friendship."

"Oh for god's sake!"

The two looked up to see Lin standing in the doorway with a tray holding three glasses of wine.

"Will you two just say it? You're in love! You're both attractive and successful, and you're both incredible in bed. Time for the happy ending."

Davon and Jalisa looked at each other and smiled. Without a word, they kissed, barely noticing as Lin set down the tray and held out a wineglass for each of them.

"So Jalisa... what's the next book about?"

Grounding Research Ch.3

This is the third part of a continuing story. In order to appreciate the characters and their relationship, please read the previous parts: Grounding Research.

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Jalisa typed quickly into her computer, transcribing and editing her notes. The background research that went into her books was often tedious, but it allowed her to create the sense of detail and realism that made her mysteries so popular.

When the phone rang, she glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Davon.

"Hi Davon. What's up?"

"Hey Jalisa. I hope I'm, not interrupting anything. I just got a strange e-mail, and I'd like to get your reaction."

"Sure, Davon. I was just typing up some notes. Go ahead, tell me about it."

"Well, it's kind of sexual. I mean, it's pretty much an ad for a sex service."

Davon actually sounded embarrassed. Jalisa grinned, picturing his face. In the past few days she had watched him having sex with two different prostitutes, and even – after a few too many drinks - sucked his dick and let him cum in her mouth. But he was still shy talking to her about sex.

"Davon, I get ads for sex all the time. Not to mention ads for Viagra!" Jalisa laughed.

"No, seriously, it's not spam. This is very specific, and it's addressed to me by name. It says that I was recommended as someone who would appreciate a high-end, luxury service. It's very descriptive, and there are some pretty explicit pictures. The basic pitch is to have four women at once. Here, let me read part of it..."

"Imagine yourself being caressed by four beautiful girls. Feel their fingers, their lips, their breasts pleasuring every inch of your body as your arousal grows."

"Wow, Davon. That sounds incredible. Think you can handle four girls at once?" she teased. "It seemed like Bianca and I were plenty for you!"

"Actually, I wanted to find out if this is part of your research. Am I supposed to call the number in this e-mail?"

"Do you want to?"

"Well, normally I'd just delete it. But after the things I've done in the past few days, I'm actually considering it."

"You're intrigued, right? You want to experience this, don't you?"

"Well, yeah. Is that what you're looking for, my reaction?"

"Yes. This is pretty important Davon. In my book, the victim gets an invitation like this. You know he's kind of a sex addict, and he's been seeing prostitutes for years. Do you think he'd call?"

"I'm sure he would. God Jalisa, I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

"Sounds like you need to make a phone call Davon," Jalisa said as she hung up.

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Davon walked through the hotel lobby to the elevator, and went straight to the fifth floor, as instructed. It was a weekday afternoon, and the hotel was mostly empty. He walked down the hall and knocked on door 530.

The door was opened by an attractive, middle-aged woman. Davon was surprised by her conservative appearance. She was dressed in a simple business outfit; a mid-length gray skirt and a dark blue jacket over a white blouse. Her hair was neatly arranged and her makeup was just a little overstated. Davon would have thought she was a realtor or an insurance agent if he had met her under different circumstances.

"Hello Davon, I'm Lady Margaret. It's a pleasure meeting you after our phone conversation. I'm sure our service will be everything you could hope for."

She took his hand and smiled warmly as she welcomed him into the room. He was not surprised to see Jalisa there, seated at the small hotel-room desk with her pad. She was dressed casually in shorts and a simple short-sleeve top showing her shapely legs, and her ample breast. He found himself staring at her, tongue-tied, as he remembered the night he had spent with her and Bianca. She winked at him, then pointed her finger at Lady Margaret.

Davon realized he had entirely missed what the older woman was saying, as he turned to her, his face flush with embarrassment.

"... and your fee has already been taken care of by Ms. Swanson," Lady Margaret said, "so if you're ready, I will introduce you to the girls, and leave you in their... hands."

"Sounds good, Lady Margaret. Where are the girls?" Davon asked, looking around the room.

With a smile, she walked over to a door connecting the hotel room with the next suite and opened it. Davon had never actually seen one of those doors unlocked; apparently Lady Margaret had booked two adjacent hotel rooms.

As he followed Lady Margaret into the next room, his breath literally stopped. There, seated casually on the bed, were four beautiful young women, wearing filmy, revealing negligees. The girls leaped from the bed excitedly and crowded around Davon.

As he took time to assess the girls, he realized that none of them were as stunningly beautiful as Bianca, his previous encounter, but each was very attractive in their own way. Their breasts varied from small and pert to large and voluptuous; their hair colors ranged from blond to jet black; their figures, while all very inviting, were also quite varied.

All of the girls were young (Davon guessed they were in their early 20s), and enthusiastic as they surrounded him.

"Girls, give our guest a chance to get into the room!" admonished Lady Margaret. "This is Davon, everyone. Davon, this is April."

A tall, redheaded girl leaned toward Davon with a giggle and gave him a quick kiss, her soft breasts pressed momentarily against his chest. With a smile, she removed her negligee, letting it fall to the floor, then slowly spun around for Davon to admire.

Lady Margaret went on to introduce Kendra, a thick in the hips and lips sista; Julie, a long-legged brunette with an incredible tan, and Nikki, a curly haired black nubian beauty. Each kissed Davon lightly as they were introduced, then removed their negligees, leaving him surrounded by naked young women.

Davon noticed that Jalisa had slipped past him into the room, and was already seated in a comfortable chair near the bed, her notepad resting on her knee. The girls took no notice as they hugging him and ran their hands over him.

He sensed Lady Margaret step up close behind him, and quickly place a blindfold over his eyes.

"Hey, what's this for?"

"Davon, this experience is all about the sensations of feeling, as these beautiful young ladies pleasure your body. Believe me, not being able to see will intensify the experience. For the rest of the afternoon, these girls are going to keep you at the peak of arousal until your cum explodes from your dick... and then they will arouse you again... and again... until they have drained you and satisfied you as you have never been satisfied before. It's a good thing you have a friend here to watch out for you afterwards, because when these girls are done with you, you will barely be able to walk." She said with a chuckle.

Davon heard the door to the adjoining room close behind him as Lady Margaret left the room, and then he felt the press of the girls' bodies around him. Up until this point, the experience had been almost unreal, but now, as the girls pressed against him, Davon started to become intensely horny. He could smell their perfume, hear their giggles, feel the warmth of their bodies, and wherever he moved his hands they brushed over smooth, soft skin. Lady Margaret was right; the inability to see was greatly intensifying the sensations.

The girls began to quickly undress him, kissing and stroking his body as they removed his clothes. They guided him to the bed and had him lay back in the center as they surrounded him. Davon laid spread-eagle as the girls caressed him. His dick was fully hard and aching for attention, but instead the girls teased him, kissing and stroking his inner thighs and arms.

Jalisa watched with fascination as Davon surrendered to the girls. His strong, muscular body seemed totally relaxed, except for his penis. The girls had positioned themselves perfectly, one on each arm and leg, for the critical part of Jalisa's plan. It had worked perfectly when they had rehearsed with Jalisa beforehand, but things were different with a real "victim" who was not in on the act.

Each girl leaned over for a moment, reaching under the bed and retrieving a hidden rope. Kendra was having trouble reaching her rope, so Jalisa quietly slipped over to reach under the bed and get it for her.

April said "Just relax Davon. We're going to play with you all afternoon."

At this signal, the girls slipped the rope loops around Davon's wrists and ankles, pulling the free ends of the rope to make them tight. In an instant, Davon was completely immobilized, his arms and legs securely attached to the corners of the bed. Jalisa smiled, not quite believing that it had worked so smoothly.

"Hey! What the hell?" Davon shouted in surprise.

Julie leaned close to Davon's ear and whispered, "Relax baby. We're just going to tease you a little. We don't want this to end too soon, do we?"

With that, she began to kiss him, her tongue slipping into his mouth.

At the same time, Nikki and April began to kiss and lick his chest and nipples, running their hands over his abs, while Kendra lightly flicked her tongue over his throbbing dick.

"Oh,,, fuck... " Davon sighed as the girls continued their assault. The feelings were unbelievable. Hands, lips and tongues seemed to be everywhere, as the girls caressed and teased him. He felt them sucking his nipples, sucking his dick, rubbing their breasts over his face. The girls took turns whispering dirty things to him, telling him how they were going to suck him and fuck him, and make him cum.

He felt two of the girls passing his dick back and forth, each stroking and sucking it briefly. Another girl offered a nipple to his hungry mouth. Davon had never been so aroused. He could feel his swollen dick throbbing, only to be licked more by one of the girls.

The blindfold seemed to remove Davon's own inhibitions. He bucked his hips, thrusting his dick into whatever hand of mouth was available. He pulled at the restraints as he moaned and begged the girls, "Oh god, make me cum, suck my dick... yeah... oh yeah stroke it..."

Jalisa was amazed at the transformation that had come over Davon. Even during their previous encounters with prostitutes, he had never been so totally consumed by lust. Davon had always been a natural athlete, and he looked incredible, displayed on the bed, as his muscles alternately relaxed and strained, aching for some sort of release. His penis glistened, wet saliva. Jalisa was becoming more and more horny, watching Davon's body respond to the constant attention of the four girls. She was surprised as she realized that she was also becoming intensely jealous, wishing that she were the one bringing Davon to this height of arousal.

Jalisa watched as Julie swung her leg over Davon, straddling his face, and lowered her wet pussy to his mouth. Davon began eagerly licking her, thrusting his tongue into her pussy, not know or caring which of the girls he was tasting.

Kendra opened a small bottle of oil and poured some into her hand. She started to stroke Davon's dick from based to tip with a slow steady rhythm. Davon felt his balls tightening and he thrust his hips upward, meeting her strokes, but before he could cum, she took away her hand. He felt soft breasts brushing over his skin, girls kissing and biting him, as the girls teased him, keeping him on the brink of orgasm.

Jalisa gave up trying to resist the scene on the bed. She rose from her chair and set aside her notepad. slipping onto the bed, she kneeled next to Kendra as she started to stroke Davon again.

Davon was in a frenzy, thrusting his hips upward into Kendra's hand again and again, licking and sucking Julie's pussy. Suddenly Julie cried out, her body stiffening as she released a wet flow of orgasmic juices over Davon's face. As she rolled to the side, another girl, Nikki kissed Davon, licking the wetness from his face.

Kendra continued to stroke Davon, increasing the pace, as Jalisa watched, fascinated. His dick had every vein bulging, and Jalisa could swear that it was swollen larger than she had ever seen it. Kendra looked at Jalisa questioningly, and then took her hand away. Davon groaned with frustration. Jalisa's gaze was locked on his dick. She slowly reached out and closed her hand around it, feeling the slick oil, and began to stroke him. She tried to match the pace Kendra had set, but soon found herself falling into her own rhythm, stroking Davon faster and faster as he thrust into her hand. She felt her own pussy tingling as she realized that she wanted, more than anything, to make him cum.

Suddenly she felt his dick swelling, pulsing, as it shot forth his cum, thick white ropes flying through the air, spraying onto his stomach and chest. She lost count of the spurts as his orgasm went on and on, his dick thrusting in her hand, until he finally allowed his hips to collapse back onto the bed.

Kendra reached down beside the bed and opened an insulated picnic chest. She pulled out a moist towel, warm and steaming, and handed it to Jalisa, who realized that her hand was sticky with a mixture of oil and cum. The girls quickly used more of the moist towels to clean Davon, and then without a pause, April took Davon's dick into her mouth.

Jalisa slipped back into her chair and watched as the girls continued to ravish her friend. He was hard again almost instantly as the girls kissed, licked and sucked him. She watched as April put a condom onto Davon, and then held his pole in place as Nikki mounted him. As she rocked her hips, fucking him, Davon growled "Oh shit yes, fuck me, get that dick!"

Jalisa could no longer restrain herself. She slid a hand into her shorts and rubbed her pussy, aching for the feel of Davon deep inside her. She watched as Nikki rode Davon, matching the girl's movements with her hand. Nikki moved faster and faster, riding Davon in an uncontrollable frenzy. And then she was coming, and suddenly so was Jalisa, their cries mingling. For a second Davon thought he recognized Jalisa's voice but was uncertain. Jalisa watched in a dreamlike daze as Nikki rolled off Davon, and April immediately replaced her.

Davon lost track of time as the girls used his body, keeping him in a constant state of arousal. He had a second orgasm, then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth. Each time the girls would arouse him again, bringing his dick to hardness with their hands, mouths, tits and pussies. His body was slick with their juices and his sweat, his dick aching from the continuous abuse, when finally they allowed him to rest.

Each of the girls kissed him and thanked him. He heard the door to the adjoining room open and close. He felt the ropes being removed, but somehow did not have the energy to move.

The room seemed incredibly quiet. Davon could hear his own breathing. He felt someone get onto the bed beside him. The blindfold was removed and he saw Lady Margaret, who helped him to sit up and held a glass of orange juice to his lips. He hadn't realized how intensely thirsty he was, but he drained the entire glass as she poured the juice into his mouth. Lady Margaret helped him to stand and he realized that his entire body was quivering with exhaustion. He saw Jalisa standing nearby, a look of concern on her face, but Lady Margaret motioned her away and helped Davon to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower for him.

An hour later, Davon, somewhat recovered, sat with Jalisa in the hotel coffee shop where they quietly talked.

"What was that all about, Jalisa?"

"Davon, I think you KNOW what happened," Jalisa quipped.

"No, I mean in your story. What was the point of all that?"

"Well, that's how my victim – the one who is being framed - is kept occupied while the murder is committed. And afterwards, he has no credible alibi because he can't identify any of the girls."

"Wait – what about hotel records?"

"Come on Davon, you've read my books! I've researched enough to know how easy it is to get into hotel rooms without leaving any records."

"DNA?"

"The girls brought all the towels and sheets they used, and replaced the hotel bedding afterwards."

"But, how long could they really keep somebody occupied like that? Long enough for someone to commit a murder?"

"Well, what time is it Davon? Don't look at your watch!"

"Uhh... 3:00, 3:30?"

Jalisa grinned. "It's after 5:00 Davon. You were 'occupied' for a good 4 hours! The only thing I wasn't sure about was whether the rope trick would work, to make SURE the victim couldn't leave early... but it was pretty easy, even with a big strong man like you."

Davon thought he caught a strange intensity in Jalisa's voice as she said that. He suddenly recalled what he had been doing all afternoon, and the things he had said and done. He blushed as he remembered that Jalisa had been in the room the entire time.

"Well," he stammered, "I'm convinced. I guess now I'll have to wait for the book to get the full story. You're not planning on actually killing anyone, are you?"

"Nope. My research for this one is done. And I really want to thank you for your help."

She leaned across the table and kissed him. Her lips pressed warmly against his, going just a bit beyond the friendly kisses they had always exchanged in the past, before she pulled away.

"I better go get my notes typed up while everything is fresh in my mind. Let's have lunch next week! I'll give you a call on Monday," she said as she quickly rose from the table and walked away.