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TO LEAVE AND TO FIND.
     By Spiller.
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     How come I felt like a rat when I know I just did what had
to be done? Why did I keep my mouth shut to protect her, when she
herself  instigated all this? What was happening to me? Was I
turning into a whimp?
     God knows I loved her once. And not even that many years
ago. I'd even say that our first 5 years together were happy.
Lots of love, lots of lovemaking. Successes in our businesses -
she a lawyer, I an independent furnituremaker. We made tons of
money, and I made quite a bit more than she, even though she was
a lawyer. I happen to be good at my trade, and in our town there
was a great demand for high quality unique furniture.
     Through those first years we promised ourselves always to
take time for each other and not let greed rule. And we kept that
promise. Long weekends, quite a lot of small vacations with a
trip to the Bahamas, Hawaii etc. Romantic places to kindle the
fire, and we sure had the hots for each other. Susan was a dish
and I was strong and fit. Our lovemaking was spontaneous, wild
and frequent, and when we were not trying to crush each other's
bones, we had a lot of common interests, like books, opera,
theatre, gourmet food and tennis.
     At first I didn't notice the changes, perhaps because we
rarely talked shop at home. I couldn't really bring out her
enthusiasm for a corporate conference table of a unique design of
my own, and I really could not see the interesting aspects of yet
another divorce case. That's probably why I missed the first
signs of a change. But when I did it was probably too late. 
     The little frowns on her forehead, the times she was so
absentminded that I had to repeat what I was saying. And our
bankaccounts that were growing a lot faster than expected. The
proverbial shit hit the fan when she cancelled a trip to Jamaica,
following a morning phonecall on the day we were supposed to fly
at 12. 
     "I have to go to court today and tomorrow."
     "Since when have divorce-courts run that kind of a
schedule?"
     "It's not a divorce case, it's criminal."
     "Oh, you changed your line?"
     "Yes, and I'd rather not talk about it right now. I have to
go to the office to prepare myself."
     I cannot say that I took it very kindly. I was totally
unprepared, my mood was set for a week of relaxing, dancing and
fucking, and I had worked a bit hard to finish a workload and set
my calendar free.

     Susan left for her office with me slamming the door after
her. I called one of  carpenters in my shop, Bill whom I had
known for years and who was more of a friend than an employee,
and asked if he would join me on Susan's ticket for a week of
rhum, calypso and whatever. Our holiday was fine and fun, our
heads were miserable for five consecutive mornings, and I was a
bit more mellow when I returned home. But still I was anxious to
learn about the change in Susan's work.
     And I was rather miffed again, when I found out that she was
not at all willing to tell me a lot about it.
     "It's just that we partners have decided there is a bit more
money in that kind of cases, and some of them are rather more
interesting."
     I was not willing to accept things at that. For a few days I
did some checking up. The extra sums in our accounts were too big
to my taste. And a little prying about didn't give me any
answers. There was too much secrecy to my taste. I even hired a
private eye to do some investigation as to the nature of their
business, but he only came up with a few facts I already knew,
plus the information that there seemed to be a Berlin wall round
their business. When this coincided with Susan working late 5
times over two weeks and coming home smelling of liquor and
cigars, I just had to confront her and not take no for ananswer.
     That night was no fun. We were well past midnight
before she let go and started to talk, and only after a lot of
yelling, screaming and crying at each other. And boy was she in
it to the neck, the stupid cow. Suffice it to say that slowly she
had been dragged into running a few cases for the Mob - well
paid, of course. Bigger cases coming up, some of which involved a
little bit of twisting the morals - better paid, of course. And
now she had no way out of it again. She had made a few futile
attempts, but apparently she knew too much for the tough guys to
feel comfortable, and knowing the fact that at present she faced
prison, being disbarred plus total ruin, she had no choice but to
continue.

     I know full well, that if I'd been the hero in a B-movie I
should have bought a gun and launched my one man army against the
local toughs, and then Susan would have done a brilliant work on
my defence, whereupon we would live happily ever after. But alas,
this is `99, it's not a movie and I'm not a hero. Besides I was
always a bit of a moralist, and slowly over that night I felt my
love and respect for Susan seep out like the gas from a leaking
balloon. When the first grey morning light crept through the
windows all our crying was done. The words were not yet said, but
we both knew that we had no future together. Our love was gone,
mine out of despise, her's out of fear, and the route she had
taken could only lead to disaster.
     In that grey morning light we fucked like lunatics. As if we
both wanted something memorable to be the end of our marriage. I
banged her cunt till her pelvic bone was sore. She fucked her ass
on my stiff cock till it was like a piece of raw meat. And when
we couldn't fuck any more we sucked and licked each other till we
fell into a death-like sleep. We were awakened by the telephone
at 9.30. Her office wanted to know why she had not yet arrived.
She reported sick for the day (her voice sounded like it, too),
and then we cried, hugging each other in despair.
     The separation was smooth and in good will, somewhat
unexpected considering the years she was (in)famous for the way
she ripped off husbands. We split what was to split, and I kept
the house which I loved and where I had built almost the complete
interior.



     That should have been it. But three months after she left,
she returned one late evening. I was a bit shocked when I saw her
standing in the doorway.
     "Are you alone, and are you going to let me in?"
     "Of course."
     I opened the door wide, and as she was passing me I could
not help feeling my whole body preparing itself for lovemaking.
My God I had almost forgotten how beautiful she is, and how sexy
I always felt she was.
     In the den we sat down with a glass of wine, and I finally
asked:
     "What brings you here so late?"
     "I need to talk. I know it was all my fault, and I have done
everything I could to forget you, but I haven't been all that
successful."
     "What do you mean? I thought our love was dead."
     "The love is dead all right, but the attraction is stronger
than ever."
     I looked at her wonderful body and I must admit I tended to
tell her she was right.
     "I still think you are a wonderful woman. I have tried out a
few short relationships, but no one compares to you in that
department."
     "I feel the same way. I fucked a few, but no fire. No
ecstasy."
     "Is that why you need to talk?"
     "No, not really."
      She went silent for a minute or two, and I noticed that she
started to blush.
     "Then spill it out. You are making me curious."
     "Well, then. Please don't be too offended by what I have to
tell. But you are the person who knows me best, and right now I
need you to bring me back on tracks."
     "Go on."

     "Yesterday I was called to a conference in Florida. Three of
the family needed advice, and the negotiations took place in a
penthouse apartment on top of a posh hotel."
     "Seems it's everyday business to you."
     "It was, but what happened later was not."
     "Tell me."
     "Johnny, was I always such a lowdown slut and hore? Did I
always have it in me? I want you to tell me if what I did was
only a continuation of me or if I'm starting a dangerous slide
into the deep and away from myself."
     She definitely had my attention right now. I looked at her
breasts. Of course they were still those smallish, pert cones,
and her nipples were always extremely sensitive, but right now
they were poking the thin, white silk of her posh dress
exhibiting a size I don't think I ever saw.
     "You'll have to give me at least a clue."
     "OK. Brace yourself. When the discussions were over the
family people were very impressed with me, and the Don said: That
was quite impressive, young lady. I really want to award you
beyond your normal charges. What can I give you?"
     "I don't know. What do you have to offer?"
     "Well,  of course I might deposit a substantial sum on your
account. On the other hand I might offer you a quite rare
experience that you would have difficulty finding elsewhere. Are
you into indulging your body and your lusts?"
     "You know what, Johnny? A week before I had had a try on
sex, but he turned out to be about the lousiest lay this side of
the Appalachians. And much to my surprise I felt my body react to
his offer in a way I never thought possible. My nipples hardened,
just like now, and my pussy was seeping at the thought."
     "Just like now?" I asked.
     "Well - let's talk about that later. I'm going to have a
hard time telling you as it is."
     She was obviously blushing, and her body showed her
excitement. I wondered if she wasn't taking extra pleasure out of
telling these things to me.

     "I heard myself chose the indulging part of the deal, and
the Don told me that I'd be picked up by 7 o'clock that evening.
At 7 sharp there was a knock on my door, and a guy in a driver's
uniform told me my limo was waiting. When I got down there he
held the door for me and I climbed into the darkness. Immediately
I felt I was not alone, as a hand took hold of mine and guided me
down in the sofa. The limo started to roll, and someone turned on
a little lamp on the table. I tell you, my heart stood still. In
the back of the car were three very young and very beautiful
Greek gods, and apart from a small loincloth they were naked all
three."
     "That must have been a sight to set you going."
     "Believe you me, it was. The guy sitting on the same sofa as
I, held out a glass of chilled champagne and asked if I wanted to
hold it myself or if I wanted him to feed me. Of course I wanted
him to feed me, and then he leaned over, cradled my head with his
left arm and held the glass to my lips. I tell you, Johnny, he
smelled so sexy. Some kind of perfume, I guess. And that's when I
noticed that he had absolutely no hair on his body. Smooth and
shiny he was, like polished marble. And so young in spite of his
broad chest and bulging muscles."
      "And you were getting smooth and shiny in your pants, I
guess:"
     "You bet. Well, I was only getting used to that unusual
situation when I heard the limo rolling on gravel, and a minute
later it stopped. When we got out it was on the porch of an
enormous white house, colonial style and all, and a butler led us
into the house, not blinking an eye. The livingroom was huge,
with panels and pillars, and strategically placed was an enormous
armchair, almost like a throne, where my gods led me. Then two of
them sat down on the carpet at my feet, and the third took up
position in front of me. My God he was beautiful. I tell you. Not
an ounce of fat, not one hair on his body, his muscles rippling
and bulging, but not like one of those ugly weight-lifters. They
were there all of them, but not overly large. You have seen the
Greek statues, that was the kind of body they had all three."

     I looked at her closely. It was evident that she was very
aroused remembering and telling me all this. Though she was very
discreet about it I could see her flexing the muscles in her
thighs to put a little pressure on her cunt, and now her big
nipples were hard all the time. I was about ready to jump her,
but I chose to wait.

     "Then the one standing said: Mylady, we are here in order to
bring you as much pleasure and entertainment as you can wish for.
We are here to either service you or obey any whim you may have,
and to instigate a few you may never have heard of. May I propose
a bath and a light massage to take the tension out of yourbody?"
     "I nodded, and then, as if it was the most natural
thing in the world, they lifted me up upon their shoulders and
carried me through a side door into an enormous marble bathroom.
The tub was already full, and when they put me down on the floor
they had me undressed in ten seconds. Then they all shed their
loincloths and lifted me into the tub. The water smelled of
roses, and when they lifted me out of the water and started
soaping my whole body, three pairs of hands at the same time, the
soap also smelled of roses. God, it was so gorgeous to have all
those hands on my body, slipping and sliding on thighs, breasts,
my ass, my cunt - all over at the same time."
     By now she was openly moving her thighs against each other
and I said:

     "Come over here and put your head in my lap. But take off
your panties first!"
     She looked at me for a moment and the she got up. She pulled
down her panties, showing her stocking-clad legs, and then she
laid down on the sofa with her head in my lap.
     "Don't you want to hear more?"
     "I want to hear it all, but I want to feel the heat from
your cunt while you are telling me."
     She moaned a little, bent her legs slightly and closed her
eyes.

     "When they had finished bathing me they led me to a
massage-bench. One of the guys laid down with his backside up.
Then they placed a pillow on his neck and lifted me up to lie on
top of him, me too with my backside up. With my head on the
pillow I was acutely aware that my body was pressed down on him
while the two others began a light massage by pouring a nice
amount of warmed oil on my backside. Of course it smelled of
roses too. They were VERY skilled masseurs. Nothing sexy, just
plain relaxing work on my tense muscles. When they were moving a
little too hard up and down my thighs or my back I could feel my
breasts and my belly slide back an fourth on the guy under me. I
tell you, they soon had my cunt dripping. Not so much from the
manipulations as from my anticipation."
     
I felt this was the right time. I moved my hands down her belly.
She raised her hips a little and pulled up her skirt. When I put
my hand on her cunt I felt her juices had spilled out on her
thighs, and her lips were swollen and heated.
     "My, this is a hot one, you've got here."
     "Oh, yes. And I love your touch, but please don't make me
come. I'm afraid I will never be able to tell you some more if
I'm not this horny."
     "I'll just keep you there. Go on."

     "Well, suddenly the two of them lifted me into the air, and
while they were turning me upside up I could hear that my
`mattress' was turning round too. When they lowered me again they
put my head back on the pillow which they had placed on his
shoulder, and I could feel his naked body all over my back. Then
he reached up and took hold of my arms from the back and held
them in a strong grip over my head. My two masseurs poured more
of the lukewarm rose-oil on my front, and now they started a
definitely sexy massage. God, I was in heaven. They were so young
and beautiful and yet they were strong and determined. In a few
minutes they had me moaning. My nipples were rock hard and my
pussy was dripping so I could feel it running down through my
crack. Or was it oil?"

     By then I had let one finger slide into her crack, basking
in her juices.
     "Were you more wet than now?"

     "I was flowing, I tell you. Suddenly I felt that my
`mattress' had a cock. Slowly it was growing, pushing its head up
between my thighs, and soon it was resting like a pole against my
cunt with its head just visible over my bush. One of the masseurs
took hold of that cock and pressed it even firmer against my cunt
and began rocking it from side to side so it rubbed across my
clit all the time. I was so wet that there was absolutely no
friction, but the pushing and pressing was enough to send me up
close to coming."

     I had to take hand away from her cunt. I really didn't want
her to come yet. So I asked her:
     "Well, they didn't massage you all night, ehh?"
     "My God no. Have you ever heard of a Japanese pool?"
     "Not that I know of."

     "Neither had I. That was perverse ! One of the guys asked me
if I felt like a dip in the Japanese pool. When I asked what it
was he just smiled and told me it would be a surprise - but it
was very special and very expensive. Then they lifted me off my
`mattress', and the three of them towelled me off so my skin was
not greasy from the oil, and they led me into the next room which
reall  had a Japanese decor with paintings on the walls, small
benches and chairs plus a circular pool. The pool was not very
deep. They led me down a few stairs till I was standing on the
bottom. One guy sat down on the stairs with his head just above
the water and pulled me down to sit on him and encircled my waist
with his strong arms. The two others grabbed each one a leg of
mine and pulled them wide apart. I was resting in a pair of very
strong arms and I had just begun to relax when I felt something
touching my thigh. I thought it was one of the guys, but they had
all four hands on my legs.!
 Suddenly this `something' was pushing against my cunt! I opened
my legs and looked down. IT WAS A BIG FISH! It was pushing its
head towards my cunt and was sucking on my clit and my lips. I
screamed: It's a fish, it's a fish. 
     They calmed me down and said that that was the whole idea of
it.  For years these fish were fed only with items that had been
saturated with cunt-juice. Now it was just hungry, but I need not
to be afraid, they couldn't bite. They told me to relax and enjoy
the depravety, and I DID IT !"

     I was almost coming in my pants. It was so hard to contain
myself, but anyway I moved my hand down to her cunt again and
made small pushing movements with my fingers.

     "Yes, yes. Something like that. But then it started sucking.
Another fish came to, and now they were both nibbling and sucking
all over my cunt. The utter perversion of this, and the fact that
I LOVED it, made me explode in a stargazing orgasm. I was
screaming and trying to clamp my thighs together, but my two
Greek gods were holding them apart. The fish kept nibbling and I
came and came and came until I passed out !"

     I looked down on her: "
     "I don't really know. One one hand I'm happy I don't love
you anymore, but on the other hand your new connections have made
you a lot sexier and adventurous."
     "You bet, they have. The very idea of such a night should
have repulsed me a couple of years ago. Well, are you going to
play with my cunt and hear the rest or is this a discussion
forum?"
     "You're right, how do you like this?" 
      I pinched her clit between my thumb and indexfinger.

     "Yeeeooooww. I like that very much. Well, I passed out from
those bloody fish, but it was even better when I came to. I had
my eyes closed when I started feeling myself again. And I kept
them close. I could feel that I was lying on my back on something
soft.  I was not aware of any movements around me. Everything was
very quiet. Then I started feeling that someone must have put
something in my cunt, because it felt deliciously stretched. I
savoured the feeling a little while and then I opened my eyes.
WOW. Someone had certainly stuffed my cunt. One of my greek gods
was standing between my legs, and the delightful blocking object
was his very hard and big cock."
     She looked right into my eyes and smiled a very vicked
smile. 
     "I could not see his cock because it was buried in me, and
when I tried to sit up to watch better, I found out that the
bastards had tied me down. I was on my back tied to the arms of a
big, padded X. When the guy between my legs saw that I had
regained my consciousness he wilfully made his cock twitch inside
me. He didn't move at all, only this twitching of his very fat
cock. And very soon he had my cunt dripping again.
     I turned my head and saw the other two standing at my hands.
I asked them for their names, but they would not tell me. "We are
all here for your pleasure, ma'am, and it might only distract you
if you could call us names." At that the two other guys placed
their strong, hard cocks in my hands."

     I was really having trouble containing myself. The
temptation to fingerfuck her to a violent orgasm was enormous,
but on the other hand I really wanted to hear the rest of the
story.     

     "The feeling of three cocks at the same time was
exhilarating. And at the same time I was practically unable to
move. The guy between my legs started to move. Gently and slowly
he slid his fat cock in and out of my cunt and the two others
told me to hold on to their cocks and then they started moving
their hips too. When I started breathing harder they pulled away
from my hands and took position on each side of me and began
pinching my nipples with one hand and alternated between them
masturbating my clit and massaging my tummy. I closed my eyes,
Johnny, and then another orgasm hit me like a flash of
lightening. I didn't have a chance to come down because he kept
up the slow fucking and I just slipped from one orgasm to
another, some small, some violent."
     Suddenly she clasped her thighs hard together round my hand.

     "Johnny, stop it. Don't make me come yet."

     By now my cock was aching. I had been explosively hard for a
long time, and the head of my cock had had its skin stretched for
ages. I lifted her head and pulled out from under her torso. I
crossed over to the big armchair and pulled down my zipper.
     "Spread your legs, bitch, and show me your cunt. I'm going
to get off while you continue your story."
     Quickly she pulled down her panties, raised her skirt and
spread her legs in the most vulgar way, putting her heels up on
the edge of the sofa and pulling her knees apart with her hands.
     "Do you like to see this well fucked cunt? Does it make you
horny to look at a hole that has been utterly satisfied by three
guys and a couple of fish?"
     I grabbed my cock and started wanking.

     "Just when I thought I could not get horny again they
started alternating. They would not orgasm in me, they just
pulled out and one of the others stepped between my legs and fed
me a fat cock.  I had a feeling like I must have spilled a litre
of cuntjuice down my crack and onto the floor."

     She was looking straight at my cock and my right hand. I was
masturbating slowly and deliciously, staring at her open,
glistening cunt.
     "I see you like what you hear. Do you also like what you
see? You want me to touch it for you? Oh, yes, I think you do.
But I'm not going to come on my finger, `cause I have more wild
stuff to tell you."
     That did it. With a groan I exploded. Sperm was flying out
into the room, some of it landing on the carpet, some on my legs
and some on my hand. That was great.
     "Wow, that was the best wank ever."
     "Then come over here and let me clean your cock and hand so
I can get on with my tale. I want to taste your sperm again."
     When she had sucked my cock until it was as clean as new she
pulled my hand to her mouth and with her tongue she removed the
sperm that had seeped down on to it.
     "Well, are you ready to hear a little more?"
     "I guess I am. Are you ready to tell?"
     "I sure am. But first I'm going to take off these clothes.
Divorce or no divorce I want you to fuck me when I'm finished.
God, I'm horny for you and for myself!"
     With that she got up from the sofa and in a few seconds she
had shed her clothes. It was not until then I could see that lots
of her skin was discoloured - blue, red, black - traces of
different colours.
     "What's that?" I asked.
     "I'll tell you."
     She laid down on the sofa again, her head in my now naked
lap and her legs stretched out. She grabbed my right hand and led
it down to her cunt again and then she closed her eyes.

     "When they had alternated a lot of times and I guess I had
come three or four times more, groaning all the time, they
started talking to me really for the first time. And they talked
dirty. Calling me a hot piece, a whore, a slut, addicted to
cocks, and a lot of other lewd stuff I can't even remember. Then
one of them proposed that they painted my body to show off what a
low down horny cow I was. And, again they were changing places
all the time, one of them would fuck me while the two others
painted me all over. Blaring red nipples, a blue arrow pointing
down to my cunt, pictures of cocks and snakes worming round on my
body. I think it took them twenty minutes, and at a point I was
coming all the time. When I came down from a terribly long high I
had to tell them to let me loose, cause I had to take a leak."
     "Oh, I don't think we can let the whore loose right now, but
we sure can make her piss, can't we?"
     "The others nodded, and the biggest of my Greek gods went to
one of the plants and picked a grass straw. He took up position
between my legs and painfully slow he tickled me round my
pisshole with the straw, and then he slowly stuck the straw up
into that hole! My God, I never felt anything like it. And
suddenly I couldn't contain myself. He must have triggered
something up there, because suddenly a fountain of piss spurted
out of me, taking a curve into the air and landing on the God
between my thighs. It was so utterly perverse and erotic that I
could not help myself. Would you believe I exploded in yet
another orgasm, just from pissing? I was so ashamed and exited at
the same time."

     I really had no doubts she was telling the truth, because
while she was telling this her cunt was virtually gushing juice
into my hand, and I could feel her clitoris twitching against my
finger.
     "I can believe you", I said. I'd truly have loved to see
that!"
     "Would you? - Well, maybe we can arrange that. But now I
want so very much to tell the last part of it, and then I
desperately want you to fuck me."
     My cock was raring to go again, so I said:
     "Ok, bitch, finish your story."

     "They finished me in the worst way. You know, I think they
took their cue from my orgasm while pissing. One guy started
fucking me like crazy, and the two others were masturbating their
wondercocks right in front of my eyes! When I felt that the guy
fucking me was going to come, all I could think of was that I
wanted him to fill me with litres of semen, but suddenly he
pulled out, and the three of them spurted almost at the same
time, spreading a hell of a lot of sperm all over my body, my
face and my thighs. With their six hands they massaged the sperm
into my skin smearing the paintjob into a total mess, and then
one of them pushed three fingers into my cunt, the other one
pushed a finger into my ass, AND THEN THEY STARTED PISSING ON ME,
ALL THREE. One of them said: "We have better clean you off,
lady."
     "Johnny, I couldn't believe it. I had never, ever done
anything like it, but their fingers and the degradation of being
pissed on, face, tits, belly, cunt, you name it, made me come
again in such a violent orgasm that I passed out. ---  I don't
know how they did it, but they must have carried my limp body to
the bathroom, `cause when I woke up I was back on the massage
bench, my body and hair had been washed, and when I looked around
I saw my clothes on a chair beside the bench. My legs were rather
wobbly when I got off the bench. My three Gods were gone. I
dressed rather quickly and then I opened the door out into the
hallway. An elderly man, dressed in a very discrete uniform said:
"Would you like the limo to bring you back to your hotel, Miss?"

     "And that's it, Johnny. That's my story."
     "And you want my comments on it now?"
     "Oh, no, Oh, no. The only comment I want is from your cock.
Fuck  me, Johnny. I know you don't love me anymore, but please
fuck me for good."
     And fuck her I did. One heavy round right there on the sofa.
Then she took me to the bathroom to show me her newfound joy of
pissing, and at last I fucked her from behind in the old double
bed. Right now she's sleeping like a log beside me. I wonder what
I'm going to tell her in the morning. I'll definitely kick her
out again, and I'll never live with her, but I'm sure that her
newfound lewdness has been in her all the time. And maybe I'll
get to enjoy it time and again, as long as I haven't yet found a
new love.








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