Future of Porn

“Angel Love edited this because I have Faulkneresque idea of paragraphing.”

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Sarah had finished her first year at College. Everyone else was studying for finals, she wasn’t. She had succeeded where most fail. No final exams. Three more years and she could expect a starting salary over $100,000 and an impressive title to go with it. She sat completely motionless. The other students had already left. Her American Lit professor announced that his mother was dying. Instead of a final, he opted to give everyone the grade they had earned up to that point and spend time with her.

She thought about what she wanted to accomplish in life and how easy it had been, “Three more years. Easy!” She was extremely pleased with herself.

Friday and Saturday flew by. On Sunday she recognized a problem. Her friends weren’t lucky. Although they were smart, they were not lucky. Unable to persuade them to celebrate with her was frustrating. She saw it as an equation (hard work + planning) (good luck) = (free time - friends). Sunday dragged. Everyone was serious and concerned about their tests. Monday crept by. She slept in until noon and still the daylight seemed long. On Monday night, Sarah went to a party with some people she had met in classes. They had just finished their Accounting 101 course.

“Wild bean counters!” she thought. “Oooh yeah, a real wild one.”

Despite the bean counters, the party was fun. They were playing a drinking game with a Dr. Seuss Purity test.

“Have you ever done it with a goat?!” Everyone drinks. “Where’d you get this?” She asked.

“Never mind, we’re subverting you! See it says it right here on the last line ‘Invert to subvert the innocent.’ It’s an order,” chortled a player.

“I’ve never done it with a goat. You told me to drink. You’re misleading me,” Sarah retorted.

“Noooo, you misunderstood. You must drink if you’ve done it, you must drink if it’s preposterous, and in your case… You must drink, if everyone shouts drink!” chimed in another.

“DRINK!!” shouted the table.

“Oh yeah, and if you’re thirsty,” injected the host.

“This is entirely too clever for a bunch of bean counters to come up with, where’d you get it?” she charged in mock seriousness.

“Ohh! That hurts. You’re a guest and you’re insulting the host, that’s bad manners. Didn’t your momma teach you better than that?” Replied the guy sitting next to her, followed by a chorus of, “DRINK.”

Sarah took a big gulp and asked, “Really where’d you get it?”

“Es de web, senorita. Mira el monitor,” said the host.

“What?” Sarah shot back.

“You’ll have to excuse our host. When he starts getting a buzz he begins to speak Spanish, uh, Spanglish. He had two semesters in high school and they were very traumatic it forced him to drop the class, but when he gets a buzz, look out; he thinks he’s fluent. Very Dangerous. He said it’s on the web and you should look at the screen,” responded a girl across the table.

“See I knew you guys weren’t creative enough to come up with that on your own,” Sarah added smugly.

For the rest of the game, Sarah only drank a couple of times. She was amazed with the other players. Guys always lie, but the girls were blushing and drinking.

“This can’t be for real, they’ve been tied up, anal sex, rubber suits. No way!” Sarah thought.

She was beginning to catch a buzz, but it seemed like the party had passed her up. All of these people were wild and she wasn’t. Feeling alienated and jealous, Sarah left the party and headed back to her place. She continued to wonder if everyone was lying or if they actually had those experiences.

Once home, she sat down at the computer and thought about the purity test. She had known girls in high school who had fucked lots of guys, but they weren’t her. Sarah had studied with a couple of the girls at the party. They were nice.

“Rubber suits? Bondage?”

Sarah grabbed a beer from her fridge and sat down in front of her monitor again. She typed into a search engine “nude pics”. For the next two hours she saw people, together, alone, groups, etc. She couldn’t believe the diversity. Some images were beautiful and sexy, while others were completely repulsive. One series of pictures caught her attention more than the others. A woman, close to her age, began by flashing the camera in a public park. As the shoot progressed, she disrobed completely.

Another shoot had the subject knocking on a glass door without any clothes. The final shoot began with the woman in an unzipped graduation robe thumbing a ride along the highway. It ended with her completely naked, except for some high heel shoes, fingering herself on the side of the road as cars drove by.

“That’s incredible,” she thought. “Strip in public. Broad daylight. She could have been caught. She must have been caught.” Unable to believe her own eyes, Sarah turned off her computer and went to bed.

The images haunted her as she tried to get to sleep. After tossing and turning for an hour, she got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She was athletic. In high school she had lettered in cross country and swimming. She took off her t-shirt and looked at her breasts. Her nipples pointed up. She slid the boxers she was wearing over her ass and they fell bunched up at her ankles. Sarah wanted to walk out into the night, but worried her roommate might catch her.

“How do you explain something like that?” She wondered.

Sarah was feeling primal. She reflected on the evening and realized that for the last five hours she had been thinking about sex. Cognizant of the mental stimulation she began to act out her impulses. She began, by touching herself like the images she had seen. She spread her legs and reached behind her so she could see her fingertips push on her wet lips. She lay down on the bed in front of the mirror and watched her fingers deftly touch the sensitive area and bring her to a quick climax. There was something missing. A vague notion began to unfold in her mind.

She woke up around lunch. Her roommate had a final starting at 1:00 and had apparently left. Sarah drifted through the apartment naked. She opened all of the blinds and windows and returned to her bed. She luxuriated in the thrill of knowing anyone could look in and see her. She grazed her nipples with the palms of her hand. The cool air coming in the window helped her achieve the sensation she wanted. A hand strayed down her belly between her legs and gently scratched her perineum.

She touched her ass cheeks and her pink sphincter. Slowly, her other hand spread her labia. Wet and warm. It was one of the best feelings. She knew how to treat herself, but she wanted it different. With one hand attending to her pussy she rolled off the bed and went into the living room. She wanted something, unsure as to exactly what, but confident that she would recognize it when she found it. She stood at the windows looking out, caressing her delicate folds. The apartment complexes seemed to be empty. She wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Cucumbers, intriguing but not what she wanted.

She drifted into the front hall and glanced through the peephole. No one. This was it, her hand slowly wrapped around the doorknob. Her other hand, was delightfully pumping three fingers in and out of her slippery pussy. She ached with desire to be on the other side of the door. Tempered by fear, she cracked open the door. Peering out, she felt encouraged. Slowly and silently she opened the door all of the way. She pushed her wet middle finger against her anus. More pressure now, and then sliding it forward, sinking into her hot open snatch. She emitted a low growl, as she slid her fingers in and out and pushed against her clit with the palm of her hand.

A door above opened and footsteps hurried down the stairs. In near panic she ducked behind a bush. Although her descending neighbor couldn’t see her, she was in plain sight of anyone in the parking lot as well as tenants on the other side, and farther from her open door. Sarah briefly caught a glimpse of her reflection in her neighbor’s window. She stole sideways glances straining to see anyone inside.

She managed to keep the bush between herself and her upstairs neighbor as he ran up the sidewalk she peeked around, throwing caution to the wind and shouted, “Hey what’s the rush?”

Her possessed hands were prodding her ass and engorged sex. The pressure built inside her and she started to cum as he shouted back, “I’ve got a test.”

It was like a summer rain, starting with heavy infrequent scattered raindrops that grow closer together into a torrential downfall and ends abruptly leaving everything soaked and glistening wet. She stumbled backward pushing her naked ass onto the cool frame of her roomie’s bike. She glanced around, seeing no one. She straddled the bike and felt the metal of the bar spread her lips and slide back and forth. The cool sensation created a hollow feeling in her belly halting her orgasm for the moment. She pulled the bike around so she could watch it as it spread her lips. She tilted her hips and felt the wet polished metal slide over her sphincter. She dismounted and went inside her kitchen.

The cucumber felt cold, as she retrieved it from the vegetable drawer. She walked back to the front door and leaned against it. “You lucky little vegetable.”

Sarah put three fingers inside her and pulled them out and up spreading her lips and opening herself for her cold friend. Hunching over and tipping her hips up, she tried to see the blunt end force the delicate skin aside and penetrate to her sexual core. Her fingers went side to side and up and down over the tightly stretched membrane encircling the intruder. Her clit was a tiny knot sending bolts of pleasure through her spine. Thick and cold probed deeper, unconcerned with her gyrations and the space it was creating inside her.

She recognized herself standing on her toes, knees pointing out to make room for this unapologetic intruder. Her upper body, bent like a question mark, hair hanging down, while her hands worked furiously to satisfy her insatiable urge. She wanted to cram all of it inside her pink quim. As she forced the rough end even with her delicate lips her sight was failing. No farther. She sank down into a squat, the phallus backing out, stretching and covering the sensitive skin with cum. She found herself rocking forward, using the ground to fuck the long infiltrator back inside of her; then rising up to have it slide out.

The sensations caused by the cucumber and her fingers had built an orgasm, which was slowly shutting down all of her other senses. Sarah rolled onto her side and kicked the door shut. Her eyes closed, in an effort, that she hoped would aid trying to draw the cucumber all of the way inside. Her pussy clenched. She straightened her legs and spread them so her hand could assist in the final assault on her sex. Clamping her thighs together she felt the triumph of a complete penetration coupled with the pinnacle of a well deserved, orgasm. As she curled up, her abdominal and vaginal muscles gently pushed the cucumber out stretching her sensitive lips in a deliciously painful way. She focused on the slippery sensation as fatigue gave way to sleep.

Minutes or hours later, she heard a car pull up outside the apartment door. She extracted her glistening friend, managed to stand, click the dead bolt, run into the bathroom and turn on the water right before her roommate’s key slid into the lock. She made a mental note of how embarrassing it would have been to be caught by her roommate.

“Next time I’ll try this somewhere else.”

After her shower, Sarah was still feeling anxious. What if someone had seen her? What IF, someone had seen her. The thought, at once was frightening and seductive. What would they/he/she say? Anything? She decided to run, hoping it would relieve some tension. She liked running. Usually, it erased all of her concerns and thoughts. This was a Tuesday, LSD (long slow distance) day. She wanted to run her ten-mile route around the campus, stopping at the library for water at the half way mark, then back home.

It was hot out. She put her hair in a ponytail. Put on her jog bra and a cropped running tank top, slid on her panties, running shorts, and footwear. She was out the door before her roommate knew she was leaving. Sarah felt relieved to be outside in the fresh air, after she had tossed the cucumber into a nearby dumpster. Three miles later, she began to get agitated. She couldn’t get over the rush from the morning.

Her mind wandered back to her monitor and the girl standing naked at a glass door, “How could she have posed for all of those pictures? Did she get arrested? What could possibly motivate people to put their pictures on the net?”

She considered emailing them to ask, but she was three miles away from home. When she reached the library, Sarah was already tired of running. She walked up the steps to get a drink.

Once inside, she felt her skin pull tight. It was easily ten to fifteen degrees cooler due to the air conditioning. She noticed a couple of heads turn as she made her way to the drinking fountain. She was flushed from the run and decided to freshen up in the bathroom. She splashed some water on her face and wiped the back of her neck. Glancing in the mirror she tried to imagine how she must have looked sliding back and forth on the bar of the bicycle and fucking herself in the hallway.

She smiled to herself, and thought of the absurdity of fucking herself with a vegetable, recanted thinking, “It did work.”

She was about to push open the door and run again when an idea hit her. Lingering for a moment, she turned and headed to the second floor. After about 15 minutes she had confirmed her hunch. Except for the study rooms and the research areas, this was a nearly empty building; and it was open 24 hours a day during finals. On the fourth floor she found the section where the doctorate students left their dissertations. No one ever visited these areas.

Hastily, she pulled off her top, setting it on top of the nearest shelf. She reached behind herself and undid her bra. Sarah’s heart raced as she exposed her breasts to the cool air. She felt and saw her nipples harden, even more. Sarah thought she heard someone coming and clasped her arms around her chest. She held her breath and tried to listen. It was impossible. All she could hear was the thumping of her heart and the blood rushing through her veins. She walked towards the end of the shelves and glanced up and down. No one. Her breathing eased and she walked back to where her top was.

“Aughhhh… I am so jumpy,” she thought.

With another furtive glance up and down the aisle she caught her waistband with her thumbs sliding shorts and panties down to her shoes.

“Naked!” she thought as she tried to step out of her clothes. She fell over with a thwack. “Falling on your bare ass in the library, think if you hit your head an knocked yourself out,” her conscience screamed,

“What the hell would you tell the people who found you? What would you say to the judge after you’ve been arrested? ‘Your honor, I wasn’t naked, I was wearing socks and running shoes.’ That will go over well. This is a very bad idea. Someone will see you. Put your clothes on.”

Despite her conscience, Sarah managed to pull her shorts and panties off. She sat on the cold tile and rocked her hips trying to push her swelling wet lips against it. She lay down on her back and held her breath listening. Only the air conditioner hummed. She rolled over and felt the cold tile on her nipples, tummy and thighs.

“Naked in the library,” her mind was now cooing in a conspiratorial tone. “Get up, see if you can spy on anyone. Naked in the library.”

She stood up, still clutching her panties and shorts. “I should explore,” she answered herself.

Looking at her hand she realized that if she got into crunch, it would be much easier to quickly put on her shorts and top without the bra and panties. Sarah scrunched them behind some books and carefully crept around the third floor. The idea had been far sexier than the reality. As it turned out, there was no one else on this floor.

Feeling bold, she left her top and shorts with her other stuff and she began enjoying her freedom. Sarah headed to the stairs; she had been playing with herself to keep the rush going. The stairs represented a greater obstacle, because people on the floor above or those below. The thought of being caught excited her and a tubular handrail reminded her of the cold metal of her roommate’s bike and the glistening cucumber.

Sarah grew more cautious as she reached the stairwell entry. She could hear people below, papers rustling, an occasional cough, voices and footsteps on the stairs. She glanced up, then down and didn’t see anyone. She made her way to the center railing. She felt dirty, as she tilted her pelvis so her lips came in contact with the metal.

“That’s good,” she thought.

Rocking up on her toes and back down she made all of the bent part wet and shiny. She turned around and pushed the metal against her ass. “That’s nice,” as it slid under her ass and pushed her lips apart.

She thought about sliding down, She walked down a couple of steps backwards with the railing sliding against her privates. “Oohhhh.” She stopped and twitched with her pelvis to relubricate herself.

Now she wanted penetration. She was lying down, with her chest resting on the banister, her breasts and legs dangling on either side. She could smell her sex and it turned her on more. Looking up she saw the doorknob.

“Maybe.”

She pushed her clit against the railing again and scissored off. As Sarah reached the doorway she realized the knob was too high. Not to be dissuaded, she stroked her mons and thought, “If only I had some phone books or…”

She laughed as she retrieved two stacks of books off the shelf and set them down in front of the knob. She climbed onto the books grabbing the edge of the door and lowered her throbbing pussy onto the smooth metal surface. It felt good but no penetration. She turned herself around and felt the cold metal cleave her ass cheeks. She bent over and backed up as much as she could, pushing against the railing for whatever leverage she could get.

The cold metal rubbed over her puckered ass hole and splayed out her lips. She wiggled her hips trying to push it in deeper. It was too wide and not long enough. It spread Sarah apart, but no more. She closed her eyes and put one hand between her legs. Circling her clit, she became unaware of what was going on around her. Suddenly, she realized someone was about to come down the stairs. She wanted to be caught, but not like this. With no grace, she jumped into the safety of the fourth floor and headed for her clothes.

She was frustrated. A doorknob. I’m trying to fuck a door. A cucumber was one thing, it worked. A doorknob was another. She needed something she could get penetration with. She needed someone she could get penetration with. Someone who would know she wanted to be fucked, but she also wanted it to be a stranger.

Sarah put on her top and her shorts, and headed down to she second floor. She grabbed a dinky library pencil, a couple of request cards, and sat down at a table.

She wrote: You should have found this note with my panties. I’d like you to help me find some more of my things. Take these and go to the fourth floor. Find the Psychology section. There is a dissertation on sexuality, by Henry James. When you open it, you will find the next clue.

In the next note she wrote: You should now be holding my jogging bra and my panties. As amazing as this may sound, I completely undressed exactly where you are standing and spent nearly 45 minutes touching myself and wandering around naked. I want you to help me, by playing a game with me. Leave a card with a keyword here in this dissertation. I’ll look up the word in the big dictionary at the entrance of the library and you should have a note telling me where to go to find the next clue. If you follow my instructions to my satisfaction, I’ll do anything you dare me to do in this library. Remember, you can make this game go on as long or as short as you want, but if I am caught, our fun may come to an end.

She pushed him towards the floor and slid on top of him as they sank. He was flat on his back and she was astride him, rocking back and forth, lifting and falling along his shaft. She loved to think of him laying there, his fantasy magically unfolding before him, embodied in her. They were lost in the act and they both felt their orgasms swell and subside. She laid forward to embrace as she shivered a moment.

Jeff lifted his head to whisper in her ear “would you like something to drink?” She nodded and slowly rolled off to let him stand. Watching his ass as he walked to the other room, Tammy noticed the telescope at the window. It dawned on her that this was how he was looking at the woman in his book. She decided that even if he caught her looking, it would be the opportunity to confess to reading the book. She peered through the eyepiece and saw her own living room.

“Are you surprised?” His voice was right behind her. She didn’t even take her eye away. Slowly turning around to face him, her face a mixture of shock, surprise and blushing…she merely said “I have something to tell you too.”

“I lost a bet,” he said. He noted that all eyes were on his hardening dick. “Why were you following me?”

“We just wanted to know why you were out here driving with out you clothes,” said the girl in black. Her voice was like silk.

“What was the bet?” asked the blonde. The girls had stayed near the SUV, but the blonde moved towards his beetle as she asked her question.

“Four hundred dollars and a task. I had a hand of four jacks and lost to a hand of four kings. So she took the money and sent me to drive around like this,” he answered sullenly.

“Where’s your hair?” asked the brown haired girl. She stepped up the passenger door trying to stay out of the others view.

“I got it lasered off.” The rest of the girls came up to the car to get a better look.

“Really? How was it? My big sister told me about a guy who was hurt when he got that done,” said the Goth girl leaning on the windshield lightly.

“The only annoying thing was the stubble while I had to wait between treatments. I’ve never heard of a person getting hurt having laser hair removal,” Allan said, turning a little more towards them. He finally understood what Jane was trying to do to him. He didn’t care that the girls were looking at his crotch and not his face; he was getting off on the thought that they wanted him. “I’m Allan.”

“Krista,” said the blonde.

“Rachel,” said the Goth.

“Anna,” the brunette said.

“Natalie,” from the driver. “Can you stand up?”

“Yeah.” He got out of the car and walked to the passenger side, stopping near the back tire. His eyes watching the girls watch his bouncing dick. Teasingly he asked, “Which side do you like more?” He turned around and flexed his ass then turned back to face them and thrust his hips forward.

“The front,” came the unanimous answer.

“Allan, can I touch you?” asked Anna.

“Do I get something? You’ve all gotten to see me totally, but I get nothing. If you can all agree on something that I will accept then I’ll let you all touch me.” He grinned as they put their heads together. All he heard was a buzz of whispering and it went on for a good minute.

They turned back to him and Natalie said, “How about all of us topless? We pull our top away to show our tits, but they don’t have to come off.”

He seemed to ponder it for a moment then said, “Not enough.” He wanted to see how far he could push these teens. They stared at him in disbelief then huddled up again.

This time they broke in less time and Anna spoke up, “Tops all the way off and I’ll show you my bush.”

He shook his head then counter-offered, “Tops off and all show bush for a count of five to touch and stroke.” Again they stared in disbelief. Anna grinned and they turned back to the huddled. He could tell that Krista was the one that they were all trying to sell this to. Her blonde head kept shaking no.

Finally they broke and Krista still looked reluctant. Natalie offered, “Tops off, three bushes for a count of five and Anna has offered to allow you to touch her tits and pussy.”

“Which other bushes do I get, besides Anna?”

“Mine and Rachel’s,” said Natalie.

“Done.” He nodded and extended his hand. Natalie took it. The deal was done. “Now lose the tops.”

Natalie opened the driver’s door of the SUV, pulled her dress up and off baring her chest and pink panties to her friends and him. Rachel pulled her dress off too and tossed it into the SUV then she removed her black bra, leaving her in the black with red heart panties. Krista was still reluctant but did pull her top off. She was still wearing her strapless bra. Anna pulled her top off to show everyone that she wasn’t wearing a bra then she pushed her skirt to the ground, making her naked and showing the little triangle of brown hair. Everyone was surprised that Anna dressed that way then they turned back to Krista. After a moment of scrutiny from everyone she finally took the bra off. The bra had to be padded, because none of them could see the barbell through her left nipple.

“Next the bush, please.”

“You’ve already got mine,” quipped Anna.

He grinned and looked at Natalie and Rachel. They looked at each other and shrugged before pushing their panties down. Rachel dropped hers to her feet and Natalie pushed them to her knees. His eyes jumped from Natalie’s light colored landing strip to Rachel’s brown mess.

“Damn girl, you ever tidied that up?” asked Anna.

“What? No. I’m afraid that I could hurt myself,” answered Rachel.

“Someday I’m going to get what he had, but in the meantime I do it manually. I could do it for you. You know, since we’re friends,” suggested Anna. Rachel very slowly nodded. Natalie, it seemed, had counted and pulled her panties back up after a slow count to ten. Rachel just stepped out of her panties toward Allan. She picked them up by bending at the waist and tossing them into the SUV.

“Rachel, are you taking lessons from Anna?” asked Krista. She was now covering her chest with her crossed arms.

“No, Krista, I’m not. They were on the ground. I wasn’t going to let them touch my most private part after that,” snapped Rachel.

“Krista, you may touch me, but not stroke,” said Allan, bringing the ladies attention back to him. She moved forward and reached a hand out to touch him while her other arm covered her chest. “Stop,” he commanded and she froze. “If you don’t show your chest you can’t touch.” She looked at him in fear. “Your friends will make sure nothing bad happens, just lower your arm. I’m not even going to touch you. I’m just going to look,” he said reassuringly. “Have you had sex?” She shook her head. “Have you ever been a room with a man and one of you was naked?” She blushed and gave a quick nod. “Who? You or Him?”

“Him.” Her face was beet red, but, from the reassuring feelings he was projecting through his movements and words, she felt comfortable and lowered her arm. Besides she wanted to feel the hairless thing in front of her more than she was modest. He grinned and nodded. She took the nod as her leave to touch him.

Her hand rested on top of his hard dick and he twitched it. She literally jumped in surprise and backed away. He laughed lightly and she gave him a giggle in return. She went to the SUV and climbed into the seat Rachel had when they pulled in. “Next,” she whispered. She didn’t cover up until they all did.

Rachel walked up to Allan and grabbed his dick. She grabbed a little hard causing Allan to wince. “Please a little more gentle.”

“Sorry. Never held one before.” She lightened her grip and started stroking. After ten strokes he stopped her. She pouted a little, but he said, “I can’t let you have all the fun. What about your friends?” Her pout deepened, but she did step back to lean against the SUV next to Krista.

Anna pushed Natalie to him. “You certainly longer than my last boyfriend. I think you would make me cum hard with the way you would fill me up,” Natalie said. He looked at her face, which was covered in an evil lust filled grin, then looked at the others. The other three girls had shock written over their faces. He figured they weren’t used to hearing this kind of talk from Natalie.

She took hold of him gently and used her thumb to rub the underside of his dick just below the hole. This surprised him. Not only because it wasn’t what he was expecting her to do, but also because it got him real close to cumming in only a few seconds. He didn’t want it to stop, but at the same time knew he had to. As calmly as he possibly could, he took her hand away from his member and said, “That was intense, but I can’t have you getting me off. That’s not fair to Anna. If you make me cum then she doesn’t get to touch my hard dick.” His voice was strained. She grinned again and nodded. She walked to be next to the driver’s seat, pulled her panties off and climbed into the seat, facing him and spreading her legs. She had a strip of hair that was the width of her pussy and was about an inch long.

Anna walked to him, grabbed his right hand and kissed each fingertip. Once she kissed all five she took that hand and placed it on her right tit. That’s when he took over and squeezed. She moaned and put her hands lightly on his chest. She ran her fingertips over his chest and to his other hand. She repeated what she just did with the kisses and placing his hand on her chest. He squeezed both tits at that point.

Her hands went back to his chest and lightly felt his body. They teased his nipples and slowly moved over his stomach. Each finger teased his bellybutton before moving over the hairless groin and slowly onto the hard thing that she would love to feel inside her. Her hands circled his dick and slowly slid up.

As she started to stroke him, his hands moved off her tits to her stomach. He had been squeezing the fleshy globes and pinching her nipples. He didn’t play with her navel as she did, but he did run his hands through her pubic hair. She shifted and widened her stance to allow him to touch her pussy. He took his left hand away from her crotch and returned it to her chest while his right touched her moist swollen lips. This brought a groan of pleasure form her. Next he pushed one finger between the lips but not into her. This brought a deeper groan from her. As he was about to push into her his phone rang.

“Shit,” he said.

“What the fuck?” came from two voices near the SUV, plus a startled squeak.

A deep guttural moan escaped from Anna as Allan pulled away and went to the passenger door to grab the phone. As he flipped it open, Anna moved to take his dick into her hand again. He waved her off and focused on the phone.

With a disgruntled snort she went to the SUV, pulled Krista from her perch, sat down and pulled Rachel’s face into her crotch. Rachel fought for a second, but Anna tweaked one of Rachel’s nipples. That caused Rachel to lean in and start eating Anna.

“Hello, Jane,” he said into the phone while watching the girls.

“Hey, Loser, we’re at The Skyline. You can come over now,” stated Jane with way too much humor in her voice for his liking.

“OK. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said. He was hoping that Anna’s moans wouldn’t be picked up by the phone. Anna had been getting louder as the conversation went on. Most of the sound was contained in the vehicle, but he was standing right in front of the opening.

“Allan, what was that sound?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly. He was thinking, “Shit, she heard.” He turned to face his car and said, “I’ll be there soon.” Then he snapped the phone closed and tossed it into the seat and turned back to the girls. “I have to leave, ladies, but I will give you one final thing.” Anna allowed Rachel to stop and all four looked at him. He then stroked himself quick and hard, the way he does when he jacks off just before going on a date. After the fifth stroke he shot. He shot almost to the SUV three thick ropes of come. As he shot, he leaned against the door behind him.

Once he stopped the girls applauded. He reached into the glove box without looking and pulled a napkin out. He wiped himself off then offered the soiled paper to the girls, no one wanted it. He threw it to the corner of the lot, went around the car and got in. “Maybe we’ll see each other again,” he called as he backed up. “You all have fun tonight.” His final word was almost drowned out by the sound of his squealing tires.

He drove like a bat out of hell the ten blocks to the strip club. When he pulled into the parking lot he found Jane had taken a spot that was about two hundred feet from the building. He drove past and honked. He took a spot closer to the back of the lot and expected her to move. He waited a couple minutes then called her. “Are you going to move?”

“No. There’s no one around. Just do it.” Then his phone was silent. He closed it hopped out of the car, ran around it, and then used the other cars in the lot to duck behind as he made his way to Jane’s car. He got there and rounded the car, starting with the driver’s side back door and he went counter-clockwise. When he got around the car and to Jane’s window she said, “We need to talk again. Wait in your car.” He nodded and trotted off to his car. On the way he almost ran into a black haired beauty that he thought was a dancer at the club. She had been leaning into the driver’s window of CRX.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. He tried to continue on, but was stopped when he saw who was in the car. “Ryan? What are you doing here?” The woman had moved to allow the two to talk.

“Hey, Allan. I manage the place sometimes,” said Ryan. When he said ‘place he pointed at the club. “I haven’t seen you in what six, eight months? Whatcha been up to? Why are you like that?”

“It’s been six months since Jane, Amy, Becky and I hung with you and the others. Most of the time has been work, but every other Friday for the last three months we’ve gotten together to play poker. That’s how I ended up like this. Jane beat me with four kings.” He was trying to cover his crotch, which had grown again with the thought of someone catching him in the parking lot nude. He was trying to cover it more from the woman than Ryan, since Ryan had already seen the thing at the party just after Ryan quit working at PCCD. Ryan just laughed, so did the woman.

“Allan, do you remember Jenny?” asked Ryan, indicating the woman Allan ran into. Allan looked directly at her now and started to recognize the eyes and lips.

He nodded and said, “Yeah, but the last time I saw her she didn’t have black hair.”

“That’s a wig,” she said, “I wear when I’m working. I’m known as Raven inside.” That’s when he looked at her body. She was wearing a black leather dress that hung to the tops of her platform heeled boots. It was hanging on one shoulder only with slits up to her hips to show a lot of skin and very tall boot.

“Cool,” Allan said relaxing and dropping his hands to his sides. That’s when they heard a crunch of gravel on the asphalt. He ducked down and tried covering as much as possible. The footsteps continued right toward them. “Damn,” he mumbled to himself. The couple watched him with huge smiles. He peeked over the hood of the car next to Ryan’s to see Jane come around it.

“Allan, why aren’t you in your car?” said the brunette. She quietly took in the dancer and the tall man in the small car.

Allan stood back up and answered, “I accidentally ran into Ryan and Raven. You remember Ryan, Jane?”

At first she seemed perplexed then the light bulb came on. “You mean the man behind the wild scavenger hunt you told me about?”

“Yep. Jane this is Ryan, my former coworker. Ryan this is Jane, my best friend since seventh grade.” As Allan made the introductions he waved from one to the other. “And this tall dancer is Raven.” Jane approached and shook both their hands.

“Allan, what were you doing between the theater and here?” asked Jane, turning to him again. Her voice and face both were very stern. The other two looked on expectantly.

Allan shuffled his feet and said, “Uh, I was driving around.”

“Where were you when I called you?”

“Watching one young woman eat out another,” he answered honestly. He grinned as Jane showed her shock. “They chased me for a few minutes then we talked. They touched me and I touched one of them, but I got to see fours sets of young breasts.” Jane’s jaw had fallen to the ground and the other two were all grins.

“Why did you stop? You could have been hurt!” raged Jane after taking a moment to collect herself. Jane glared at him. If looks could kill then hers would have maimed.

“I was safe. I waited until I saw who was in the SUV before shutting my car off. If it had been something I couldn’t handle then I would have peeled out of there,” he said nonchalantly. Ryan gave him a thumbs-up.

“Ok. Just be careful and don’t lie to me again,” she snapped. She spun on her heel and stormed off. After about a half dozen steps she came back. “The next place we are going to meet is in front of your work.” She again stormed off. Halfway to her car she yelled back, “You had better get a move on.”

“I forgot how easy it was to anger her,” said Allan in way of an apology. “Nice to see you again, Ryan, Jenny.” Allan quickly made his way to his car and started toward PCCD.

Most of the drive between The Skyline and PCCD was residential areas. He could have probably driven to the business in his sleep; he’d been driving to it for almost six years.

As he drove down a main thoroughfare he again had to stop at a traffic light. This time there were no other vehicles going the same way as he was going, but there was a motorcycle turning left to head in the same direction.

At first he took no notice of it other than it was a white rice rocket and the rider was a woman dressed in white. When she turned onto his street he caught the wink of tan skin near her ass and this intrigued him. He sped to catch her, but not like the girls did to him. What he saw when he got close enough was a shapely woman in white leather jacket and white leather chaps. He was able to see that this woman had nothing covering her ass. Her ass had no tan lines on it either. He was unable to see what color her hair was because of the white helmet covering her head.

She was in the outside lane and he had pulled into the inside lane of the road as they pulled to a stop at another traffic light. Even from the side he couldn’t tell what kind of thing she was wearing. All the watching he had been doing on this woman and letting his imagination run wild had caused his dick to stand proudly between his legs.

Just as the light changed for them to go she looked over. The face shield was dark so he couldn’t even see her eyes, but he had no doubt that she had just seen everything. They drove together for another three blocks, one or the other would lead for a little, but they never tried to get away from each other. He really wanted to know who this woman was and he thought that she may have wanted to know who the nude man was and why he was that way.

At the third block they had to stop again. They were in the same lanes as before. The woman in white turned her upper body to face him and unzipped the jacket that she had zipped up to her neck. After unzipping it all the way she took it off and threw it into the passenger seat of the VW. Under the jacket was nothing, but skin. She had a nice chest with at least b’s and her nipples were sticking out close to half an inch. His face showed his awe and lust filled his eyes.

He dropped back and pulled behind her, letting her direct their path. She did, right to a dim parking lot and into the darkest corner. He quickly parked while his eyes were glued to the woman. After she shut down the bike, she got off it, all while facing away from him. She turned to face him as he got out of his car. His eyes roved over her body and found that she had been sitting on the bike without anything between her and the seat.

The white chaps looked like a pair of pants that had been cut up. They started in the front just below her belly button and stopped a couple inches above her bare, hairless crotch. It closed around her legs a few inches below it and was very tight to her legs. It was like a belt in the back right over her lower back and exposed all but the top of her ass crack.

She stepped up to him and stroked him with her right hand. Her left hand took her helmet off. She tossed the helmet into the car as she kissed him hard. Her short strawberry blonde hair fell to frame her face and tickle his. She pulled back to look into his eyes. She had vibrant blue eyes that were filled with lust. Her full lips were pulled into a hot smile under her small upturned nose. She pushed him back to lie on the hood of his VW. She then climbed up the hood and onto his dick. She started bouncing on him, but he could tell she was uncomfortable. To help he pulled her down on top of him, encircling her in his arms, and turned them around. After she was under him and lying on the hood, he let her go and started pounding into her. Only then did she start to make noise. She grunted and moaned with every stroke.