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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Targets of Opportunity
Part: 1 of 1
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Keywords: (MF mF M+f+ nc blackmail rape oral)
Language: English


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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  I've written about some of these
subjects before.  There's much, too much fucking of unable to consent young
ladies.  Several short tales and they all aren't too drunk or stoned to
consent but some were afraid of the consequences of not complying.

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   Targets of Opportunity

   (MF mF M+f+ nc blackmail rape oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   I

   The couple was there before he arrived.  He could barely see them
rolling around on one of the deck loungers.  He lit his cigarette and took
a deep drag.  His wife was asleep downstairs in their berth.  She'd always
wanted to go on a cruise.  He finally relented.  The couple was still
rolling around on the lounger.

   He'd seen them earlier in the bar while he and his wife were having a
drink.  They were drunk and dancing by the time he left with his wife.  The
rolling around stopped moments ago.  He wondered if the guy fucked her ? 
He took another drag and exhaled the smoke into the night air.  It was
still quite warm out.  Above seventy degrees easy.

   The woman struggled to get up off the lounger.  She said something to
him but he didn't answer her.  He remained lying on the lounger.  She
backed away from him and then turned and walked away, not too steadily. 
The watcher dropped his cigarette to the deck and crushed it out.  She was
through the doors and into the ship.  He rushed after her.

   The hallway was empty when he pushed through the doors.  He took the
stairs, two at a time.  He could hear her.  There she was, fifty feet down
the second deck hallway.  He followed.  She was tall, platinum blonde hair
to her neck line.  She was wearing one of those tops with spaghetti straps
with a lot of bra showing.  Her shorts were very short, showing off legs
that seemed to end in her armpits.  He watched her very nice compact butt
twitch in the shorts as she weaved her way down the hallway, looking for
her room.

   She put her arm out at one point to keep herself from walking into the
wall.  He laughed to himself and closed the distance.  She appeared to be
looking for her room.  Her three inch heeled sandals weren't helping her
navigate the hallway.  She lurched across the hall and immediately reached
for a small purse, dangling from her shoulder.  Out came her key card and
he moved closer to her as she attempted to put the wrong end into the slot.

   "Here...Let me help you." He closed the distance and took the key card
out of her hand.  He slid it into the slot and the green light illuminated.
He pushed the door open and with his hand at the small of her back pushed
her into the room.  She muttered something but it was unintelligible.  He
pushed the door closed with his foot and with both hands on her hips,
guided her to the bed.  Down she went, face first.

   He immediately went to the door and turned the bolt lock.  He didn't
figure the husband would be getting up any time soon but it always paid to
be careful.  He walked back to the bed.  She hadn't moved.  He pulled the
purse off her shoulder and down her arm, tossing it on the floor over by
the door to their patio.  He rolled her over and lifted her to a sitting
position.  Her eyes were closed, her head lolling on her chest.  In one
quick movement he pulled her top and bra up over her head.  One yank and it
was off her arms.  He tossed the bundle of clothes over by the purse.

   She was topless, her tits about the size of cupcakes and they drooped a
little.  He figured her for late twenties.  Nice big, round areolae with a
good size nipple.  He held her by the shoulder and pinched her nipples,
nice and rubbery.  He'd been getting a boner since he crushed out his
cigarette.  Now it was getting down right hard.  He squeezed it.  Her
nipples were hard on her dark brown areolae.

   He dropped her to her back and rolled her over again.  One flick of the
button and down came the zipper.  He yanked at her shorts and finally
dragged both them and her under panties down over her hips.  A couple of
yanks and they were joining her other things.  She was naked except for her
sandals.  He decided to leave them on.  She had a very nice, compact butt
and he squeezed one of her plump cheeks.  Firm.  He squeezed the other one
and then put both hands on them and pushed them together.

   He spread her legs a little and then pulled her by the arms until she
was on her knees.  A hand to the small of her back and her face was on its
way back to the mattress.  Her butt was now sticking up in the air, her
cheeks spread invitingly.  A hand wandered down between the cheeks of her
butt.  His other hand was opening his slacks.  His cock was out and it was
like steel.  He stroked it a couple of times as his fingers felt her cunt
lips.

   She trimmed the hair between her legs.  It was short.  He traced her
cunt lips with his fingers.  She smelled good.  He sucked on his fingers
and went back to feeling her vagina.  A finger slipped into her.  He pulled
it out.  She was more than damp.  She was wet.  He dropped to his knees and
buried his face between the cheeks of her butt, his tongue reaming itself
into her cunt.

   His fingers eventually replaced his tongue and he went to work on her
left butt cheek, sucking her blood to the surface.  Several moments of work
left a very bright, purple hickie dead center on her left butt cheek.  He
got to his feet and dropped his slacks to the floor.  He waddled behind
her, crouched a little and placed the head of his penis in her entrance.

   He reached down and grabbed a wrist with each hand and pulled her back
until his cock was buried in her cunt.  Then, using the floor for leverage,
began fucking the shit out of the young lady on her knees in front of him.
He watched his cock plow in and out from between the plump butt in front of
him.  She wasn't particularly tight but was sloppy wet as he fucked his
cock in and out of her.  Their bodies were making a slapping sound.  She
was breathing rapidly.  He fucked her faster.

   He thrust hard into her, his groin compressing her butt cheeks.  It was
welling up inside of him.  He held back and continued to thrust hard into
her.  The quiver began and quickly spazamed into several shots of semen
being injected into her vagina.  Another quick thrust and several more
shots of cum were filling her to overflowing.

   He dropped her arms and quickly spread the cheeks of her ass.  His gray,
white spunk was dribbling out from around his cock.  Several more thrusts
to stir it all around and he pulled out of her.  He grabbed the bed spread
and wiped his dick clean.  Up came the pants, buttoned and zipped.  He laid
her out on the bed, on her face, butt up and spread her legs.  He could
already see the puddle of his cum forming on the bed spread as it dribbled
out of her.

   The hickie was very prominent, even in the dim light from the bathroom.
Her husband would see it for sure, unless he turned out the bathroom light
before going to bed.  He unlocked the door, opened it and stepped out into
the hall.  He headed back the way he came and found the hallway empty
behind him when he turned to descend the stairs.  He was back in his room.
His wife was snoring softly.  He stripped, got into the shower and started
washing his dick.  It felt good.

   The husband didn't notice the hickie on his wife's ass until the next
morning when she got up to take a piss.  It was only then that he noticed
the large wet spot under where his wife had been laying.  His wife had
gotten fucked last night.  He couldn't remember fucking her.  Oh, well ! 
He rolled over and was asleep in moments.

   II

   He was still dressed in his sleep wear, jockey shorts and a "T" shirt.
He'd heard his mother talking to her in the hall.  He was sure they would
both go to the store.  His mother went every Saturday morning.  He was
positive she would take her as the two of them had been up late last night.
A friend of his mother's was here, visiting for several days.  And she was
hot !

   He was fifteen and tall for his age, almost six feet.  He quietly opened
his door and listened in the hallway.  There wasn't a sound.  He opened the
door all the way and tip toed down the hall.  Across the den and kitchen,
he rushed to open the door to the garage.  His mother's car was gone.  He
noted the time as he walked back through the kitchen and den into the
hallway.

   The guest bedroom door was open about six inches.  He peeked in and
spied her suitcase open on the bed.  It appeared that she'd thrown her bra
over the edge of the suitcase.  He pushed the door open further and moved
into the room.  His dick was already getting hard in his jockey shorts.  He
raised the white bra and stared at the cups.  These were large titties, he
thought.  He grabbed his penis and stroked it.  Her skimpy under panties
lay in the bottom of the suitcase.  He dropped the bra and reached for the
panties.  He slipped his hand down inside his jockey shorts and grabbed his
bare cock.

   She'd been totally silent, sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom.
The bathroom door was fully open and she'd heard him enter the room several
minutes ago.  She'd anticipated that he would come sneaking around.  The
fact that he couldn't take his eyes off her breasts last night had been
proof enough.  What more would she need but the act itself ?  And here he
was.  Now, if he just wouldn't freak out.  She didn't figure he would as
bold as he was while taking peeks at her bust.

   She was wearing just a robe, was naked under it.  Her nipples were
already getting hard when she rose off the toilet seat.  She peeked into
the bedroom from around the bathroom door.  His jockey shorts were down
around his thighs.  He was jacking off with her panties.  A jolt of lust
rushed through her.  Her nipples were totally hard and making prominent
bumps in her bathrobe.

   She stepped into the doorway.  He froze and slowly looked over at the
bathroom door, a sheepish smile on his face.  He still had her panties
wrapped around his cock, an inch or so sticking out from the fist his hand
made.  He made no move to hide his cock from her.

   His bold stare made her quiver.  She took a step into the bedroom,
pulling the tie from around her waist.  Her robe fell open and her tits
hung down, large melons of white breast meat with dollar size dark areolae
adorning each.  The young man's gaze feasted on her breasts and then
dropped to her crotch.  A large delta of dark pubic hair greeted his gaze,
his hand still wrapped around his hard penis.  She shrugged the robe off
over her shoulders.

   "Feel them." She moved toward him.  He dropped her panties to the carpet
and closed the distance.  His hands reached for her tits.  They were firm
but tender, like testing for ripe fruit.  And she was ripe.  She could feel
her vagina starting to throb, her juices starting to flow.  He was pulling
on her nipples.

   "Suck'em." His head moved automatically, like.  His mouth hungry, his
lips sucking her nipples into his mouth.  His hands were still on her
breasts where his mouth wasn't.  She reached for his hardon but instead
yanked his jockey shorts down past his knees.  Her hands filled themselves
with hard, teenage cock.  He groaned around the breast in his mouth.  His
hands dropped to her crotch and found her pussy.  Fingers found her lips
and then her cunt.  She was out of control, her hips moving around to keep
his fingers in her cunt.

   The teenager was almost there.  He was thrusting his hips back and forth
as her hand jerked him off.  Without warning she dropped to her knees and
plunged his hardon into her mouth.  Without missing a beat he grabbed her
head and began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.  He'd seen
enough porno movies to figure this out.  A dream come true !

   She had to get more control.  He was fucking her face, driving his cock
in and out of her mouth like a machine.  She pushed him down on to the bed
and his humping stopped.  He pushed himself up on to his elbows and watched
as she lowered her mouth to his cock head.  Her hands and mouth worked on
him and it was only moments before he blew several shots of cum into his
mother's friend's mouth.  She gobbled up the load, licking him clean
several minutes later.

   The teenager collapsed back on to the bed.  The woman was licking his
balls, her hand still pulling on his tender dick.  Her tongue was working
at the base of his cock.  He was starting to rise.  A hand was working
right below his balls, massaging that space between his balls and asshole.
She was licking the shaft.  He was starting to move about on the bed.  She
was stroking him now while her tongue dropped back to his almost hairless
balls.

   The teenager was hard, her hand jerking up and down his shaft as she
licked his balls.  He got up on his elbows and watched her head working
between his legs.  He'd never ever imagined it could be this good !

   "Come on.  Get on it." She looked up, surprised.  His hard dick was in
her hand.  She rose and moved over him, her hand never leaving his cock. 
She plunged herself down on to him, her cunt devouring his meat.  He
started moving.

   "Stay still." She hissed at him.  He froze and his mother's friend
started to move her hips back and forth on the dick that was buried in her.
She bent forward and put her hands on his shoulders, dangling her tits over
his face.  His mouth went right to work on her breasts while she fucked her
cunt on and off his teenage cock.  His hands found her ass and then he
started driving his cock up into her.

   She couldn't keep quiet as he worked on her tits and fucked her cunt. 
She was alive above him, bouncing her cunt on and off his cock.  "Ooooh !
Keep fucking !  Yeaaaa !  Harder.  Aaaahha !" She was starting to sweat,
her tits bouncing around below her.  He had stopped sucking on her tits and
was gasping for breath as he fucked up into her.  It was on him, his dick
spasaming as it filled her cunt with shot after shot of teenage spunk.

   She was still moving on him, grinding her cunt on his softening penis.
Slowly she collapsed on to his chest.  It was still rising and falling.  He
was sweaty.  She wanted him again and was sure he'd be in her room every
night.  She was getting excited just thinking about having his cock in her
again.

   III

   She was dressed in her two piece bathing suit.  After all it was in her
own backyard.  They were entertaining the regional sales manager, her
husband's boss.  It appeared they'd had several drinks before arriving. 
Her husband was especially loaded, giving her ass a good squeeze before
showing his boss where he could change into his trunks.

   Her husband didn't appear to notice but his boss spent a good deal of
time taking a gander at her.  She felt his eyes on her most of the evening
but after several glasses of wine they became less intrusive.  Still she
changed into a shift before serving dinner out on the patio.  She was naked
beneath the shift.  It was summer time and still quite warm out.  After all
it was her own home.  Her husband continued to drink during dinner.

   She was sitting across from the regional sales manager.  He was wearing
a very brief bathing suit and had quite a large bulge in his crotch.  She
was on her fourth glass of wine.  So it was a while before she realized he
was looking between her legs, up her shift, and probably getting a good
look at her pussy.  She felt a flush travel through her.  He couldn't be !?
Could he ?!  She crossed her legs.

   Her husband was fixing himself another drink.  The regional sales
manager was watching her cross her legs again.  His hand went to his crotch
and adjusted his penis.  He even squeezed it a couple of times.  When she
looked back at his face he was smiling at her.  It was a much brighter
smile than a while ago.  Her husband was back on the patio before the sales
manager stopped squeezing his dick.  It was quite long and thick in his
bathing suit.

   She tried to keep from looking at it.  But he kept trying to look
between her legs.  She must be imagining it.  She got up and took her tray
to the kitchen.  He brought his tray in.  Her husband was still out on the
patio.

   "Does he get that way every night ?" The question surprised her.  She
hesitated before answering.  He continued.  "I know what I'd be doing if I
was your husband." His stare went right through her.  She felt like she was
standing in front of him naked.  She was flushed and couldn't help but
glance down at his penis.  It appeared hard.

   He was smiling that bright smile of his when she looked up at his face.
He stepped closer to her and took a hold of her arms.  They were so close,
she could smell him.  He stepped away just as her husband staggered into
the kitchen.  He was very drunk and said something about having to go lay
down for a while.  The sales manager smiled.

   She hurried off to help her husband into bed.  He was face down on the
bed before she caught up with him and snoring before she left the bedroom.
The sales manager was having another drink.  It looked like he poured one
for her.  His dick looked bigger in his swim trunks.  Her nipples were
starting to make bumps in her shift.

   "Well, is he out ?" He was coming toward her, drink in hand.

   "Yes.  He won't be up until tomorrow.  He usually doesn't get this
drunk." He put a hand on her shoulder.  She could feel his heat.  He was so
close, now touching her side.  She looked up at him when he squeezed her
breast.

   "I'm getting hard just imagining you naked, Eli." Her nipples were hard
and making bumps showing through her shift.  He'd been looking all
afternoon and now she was letting him fondle her breasts.  She felt his
hardon against her hip before she looked down and saw it peeking out of his
bathing suit.  The head, poking out of the waist band of his trunks, all
pink with the eye looking at her.

   She looked back up at him.  "I think..." His mouth was on the way down
and that stopped her.  He was pulling up her shift as his tongue pillaged
its way through her mouth.  He wasn't so much overpowering her but just a
bit ahead of her and she was unable to work up any credible defense.  With
his hands on her bare ass cheeks the lust was unleashed inside her.

   He moved her back to the couch and had her sit.  His trunks ended up on
the floor.  "Spread your legs, honey.  I want to see your cunt." The hem of
her shift was above her waist.  She spread her knees a little and he
stepped right between them, spreading her legs further apart.  He was
stroking his penis back and forth with his hand.  It was a very hard penis.

   He grabbed her knees and pushed them back against her chest.  He had a
knee on the couch and was pushing his hard penis against her tight cunt
lips.  His cock head was inside her and then the rest followed.  It drove
the wind out of her.

   "Ooooffff !" He started pumping, pushing her legs back over her head
against the back of the couch.

   He was really pumping his cock in and out of her.  She was starting to
lose control, her head lolling back and forth.  He felt like a machine,
fucking her.  Other than his hands on the back of her legs, all she could
feel was his hard penis ramming in and out of her.  She could hear herself
grunting and groaning as he fucked her, much harder than her husband ever
did.

   The regional sales manager was starting to sweat as he pumped his cock
in and out of the dark hair covered cunt before him.  Her legs were pressed
against the back of the couch.  She was all cunt and very snug.  He fucked
her like a mad man for thirty seconds or so.  She actually started
chanting, although he couldn't make out what she was saying.  He pulled out
of her and started slapping his cock against her pressed together cunt
lips.

   Moments later he pushed himself back into her and started fucking her
hard again.  All of a sudden she came apart below him, grunting and
groaning as she started fucking back against him.  He forced a grin as he
started his jack-hammer fucking.  His orgasm was very nice; several shots
of warm semen rocketed out the end of his cock and then he started losing
control.  His fucking was uncontrollable, just ramming his cock in and out
of her.

   They were making a racket just before it ended.  He eventually pulled
his softening cock out of her cunt.  What followed was a steady dribble of
cum.  He kept her legs raised up over her head and just watched his seed
leak out of her.

   The cum had stopped dribbling out of her when he lowered her legs to the
floor and stepped away from her.  His cock was still dripping semen.  Her
legs fell apart.  Her dark brown bush was drenched with semen around her
spread cunt lips.  He turned to find his trunks.  She was still laying on
the couch with her legs spread when he picked up his trunks and walked down
the hall.  When he came back fully dressed and ready to leave, she was
still laying spread eagle on the couch.

   He walked over to her.  Her eyes were open and glazed.  She looked up at
him.  She was still tingling from the experience.  Her orgasm now just a
memory but the physical feeling not quite dissipated.

   "We'll have to make sure hubby goes on a lot of sales trips, Eli." He
was smiling down at her.  She was embarrassed and closed her legs.  "You're
a lot hotter than you look, honey...Looking forward to the next time I'm in
town." He turned, was through the front door and gone.

   IV

   He'd been stealing signals in the neighborhood for years, tapping into
his neighbor's electronic communications.  The exercise had never produced
much in the way that he expected when he started but he still did it just
to say he could.  But, since what he was doing was quite illegal, he shared
it with very few.

   That all ended when he intercepted the email of one Kerri Kay.  She
lived in the sub division that was very close to where he was intercepting
her email.  The email subject was: Party.  There was no other text.  The
attachment was a photo of three young teenage girls.  They were standing in
front of a couch with their arms around each other's shoulders and they
were all naked.  The first time he looked at the picture he jacked off,
squirting his cum all over the carpet.  Two weeks of almost one hundred
percent observation had produced almost nothing.  Then:
From: Susie Peters
To: Kerri Kay, Jenny Jacob

   Parents gone this Sat.  Wanna play ?

   Jenny Jacob and Susie Peters were the ones that Kerri Kay sent the
original email to.  The one with the picture of the naked teenagers.  Nick
Nabad pondered what he could do.  Exactly, what ?  The little sluts were
obviously going to have some kind of orgy.  He was getting a bone thinking
about it and brought up the picture of the three of them naked.  They were
hot little sluts and he could imagine them eating each other's pussy,
fingering each other.  Maybe they had a strap-on ?

   Nick google mapped Susie Peter's neighborhood.  He mapped entrance
points and exit points.  The house was on a big lot.  That was a good thing
as sometimes young girls made a lot of noise and if the houses were just
ten or fifteen feet apart...Well, the neighbors might hear them.  Not good
for Nick and his friends.

   Nick spent a couple of minutes drafting a message to his friend, Fred
Fleet.  He attached the photo and then encrypted the entire message before
sending it.  It was Wednesday and Nick was sure he'd hear from Fred in less
than twenty-four hours.

   *****

   It was dark out and close to ten p.m.  on Saturday night.  Nick and Fred
were parked about a block away from the target house.  They had moved
several times in the last hour or so.  Fred had a pair of binoculars around
his neck and every once and a while would put them to his eyes.

   "I think it's time to go, Fred." Nick whispered.  Fred looked over at
his friend, who was dressed in what looked like a police uniform.  It was
really a rent-a-cop uniform from some security firm that Fred used to work
for.  Fred was dressed identically.

   Nick started up the car and they drove a couple of blocks to a strip
mall.  There was a twenty-four hour Albertson's grocery store as an anchor
in the mall.  So there was plenty of traffic.  Nick parked the car and the
two of them got out and started walking.  It was a short walk.  About five
minutes.

   Most of the houses were dark.  The target house was also.  The two men
snuck up the side of the house and opened the gate to the backyard.  It
squeaked.  The two men froze.  It was minutes before they moved again. 
They crept into the back yard and surveyed the rear of the house.

   The patio door was open and the two of them slipped into the house. 
They smelled it right away, marijuana.  They crept through the house.  Nick
heard them first.  They were upstairs, laughing and giggling.  The two men
slowly moved up the stairs.  They could hear them down the hall.

   When the men burst into the bedroom the girls started yelling and
screaming.  Nick tried to grab one of the girls but she was able to escape
into the hall.  Nick went running after her.  Fred was luckier and was able
to corral both of the remaining girls.  They were wiggling around as he
tried to get them tied up, an almost impossible task.

   Nick caught the girl at the bottom of the stairs and picked her up.  She
was making a racket so he put a hand over her mouth.  She bit him and
escaped again.  Nick was pissed now and caught her just before she exited
the house.  He hit her in the head and stunned, the girl fell to the floor
and was still.  Nick picked her up and carried her upstairs.

   Fred had them both tied up but he had to be a little rough with them and
they were crying.  Fred was groping one of them when Nick came into the
room.  He was on the bed with her.  Fred was massaging her crotch while he
humped her.  She was crying.

   Nick looked over at the girl cowering in the corner.  She wasn't going
to move.  He threw his girl on to the closest bed and sat with her.  She
was crying but no longer squirming around.  He was starting to get a boner
as he ran his hand over the girls budding breasts.  He could feel her bra
under her "T" shirt.  He quickly ran his hand under her shirt and groped
her bra covered breasts.

   Nick looked over at Fred and found him pulling his girl's shorts down.
He had her shorts down past her knees and her twat was covered with dark
curls.  Fred yanked her shorts off and was now trying to get his pants
down.

   Nick started to work on his girl's shorts off after pushing her bra and
"T" shirt up around her neck.  He had his mouth on one of her breasts and
was sucking on her nipple.  His boner was painful in his pants.  Nick had
her shorts off and was groping her crotch.  She didn't have much hair but
was slick with juice as he ran his finger through her cunt lips.

   Nick glanced over at Fred and found him between the girl's legs and
fucking her.  The girl, tied up in the corner, was staring at them with
wide eyes.  Fred was really fucking her now and the girl was crying out as
he pumped his cock in and out of her.

   Nick got back to work and freed his cock.  His pants were down to
mid-thigh and he was ready to fuck.  He rolled between the girls legs and
poked his cock into her.  Second poke, he slid into her vagina.  He was an
animal and started rutting her immediately.  She was tight and stopped
crying as he pummeled her groin with his adult cock.

   Fred couldn't hold out for long as he jack hammered his cock in and out
of the girl below him.  It was on him and he was grunting and groaning as
he unloaded three or four spurts of hot cum into the girl's belly.  He
rolled off of her and watched his buddy, Nick, fucking the shit out of
another one.  He grabbed his cum soaked cock and stroked it a bit.  He
looked over at the one tied up in the corner.  Not making a sound but a
look of fear on her face.

   He crawled over to her and started groping her breasts.  He kneeled in
front of her and forced her face to his crotch.  He was already getting
hard.  He had his cock against her face.  He ground his strengthening cock
against her face before forcing it into her mouth.

   "Bite me bitch and I'll kill you." He hissed at her as his cock started
to grow into her mouth.  He held her face there and then started moving his
cock in and out of her mouth.  He turned to watch Nick fucking across the
room as he fucked her mouth.

   Nick was trying to hold off.  Wanted to make it last as long as
possible. She was so tight.  His cock was like steel fucking in and out of
her.  He held her legs out in front of him as he pumped in and out of her.
He could watch his dick disappear between her legs as he fucked her.  Her
plump cunt lips with just a sprinkling of pubic hair were wrapped around
Nick's girth and he was picking up the rhythm.  It wouldn't be long now.

   Fred was really skull fucking her now and had forgotten about Nick. 
Fred's cock was strong again and he was again ready to nut.  It was a real
turn on watching the girl's lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked her
mouth.  Her eyes were closed but she knew what to do and was sucking on
him. Here it came.  One.  Two spurts of semen exploded out of Fred's dick
head.  The girl coughed, gagged and spit a mouthful of cum on to Fred's
uniform pants.

   Nick hated to roll off the girl but it was time to go.  He had his pants
up before he noticed Fred still getting a blow job from one of the others.

   "Time to go." He called to Fred.  Fred slowly struggled to his feet and
brought his pants up.  They were out in the hall and skipping down the
stairs.  Fred was out the door first and checked the time.  Thirty-two
minutes.  Nick went through the gate and Fred followed.  They walked
casually through the neighborhood and got into the car six minutes later.

   "That was a hell of a good time.  Thanks, Nick." Fred said after they
left the parking lot.

   "No problemo, buddy.  How was the dark haired girl ?"

   "Hot.  Real hot."

   V

   Tommy Tompson was in the office on this sunny Saturday.  He'd rather be
out playing golf.  He wasn't though.  It was close to ten and Tommy had
been there since seven.  He was just finishing up when he heard the front
door open.  He got up from his desk and looked out into the front office.

   Janice Jackson was moving through the office furniture.  She entered the
supply closet and stayed there for almost two minutes.  Tommy timed her
with his watch.  Now she was coming out of the closet.  Tommy stepped out
into the front office.

   "And just what do you think you're doing, Miss Jackson ?" Tommy called
across the office.

   Janice froze.  She had taken two reams of paper and a handful of pens
from the supply closet.  She recognized the voice.  It was Mister Tompson.

   "You put the stuff you stole back into the supply closet and come to my
office." Tommy turned and entered his office.

   It was almost a minute before Janice knocked at his door.  He made her
wait a few moments before telling her to enter.

   "And close the door behind you." She did after entering and stood about
three feet from his desk, looking at her feet.  She was a short and pudgy
young lady, wearing jeans and a "T" shirt with some tennis shoes.  Tommy
remembered her being in her early twenties.

   "So, do you like working here ?" Tommy asked her.

   She nodded her head and whispered.  "I'm sorry."

   Tommy wanted more.  "Good to hear.  But I'll need more if you want to be
at your desk Monday morning." She was still looking at the floor.  "Why
don't you start getting undressed." He felt a surge of power over her and
his cock started to strengthen in his slacks.

   Janice looked up at him, eyes wide.  He couldn't mean it but was staring
right into her eyes, looking like he did mean it.

   "Come on.  Don't make me wait.  You want to work here ?  Strip, honey."
He stood behind his desk.  Janice moved her hands to her waist and began to
open her jeans.  She couldn't believe this was happening to her.  She
needed this job.  And her boyfriend needed her to have this job as he'd
lost his three months ago.  That's why she was ripping off the pens and
paper.

   Janice had her jeans open and was pushing them down over her hips.  Her
under panties were coming down with her jeans.  She wanted to cover her
crotch as she was shaved.  She bent to pull her jeans down to her ankles
and then kicked them off.  She was naked below the waist with her "T" shirt
just covering her crotch.

   "Come on get the "T" shirt off." His hardon was starting to show in his
slacks.  "Get it off !"

   Janice ripped her "T" shirt off over her head and was now just in her
bra and sandals.  Her mons was plump with her nether lips right there,
squashed together.  He was staring at her crotch.  "Get the bra off, slut."

   She reached behind her and it was coming down her arms.  Her nipples
were erect on handfuls of breast meat.  Her belly button was a deep
indentation in her belly.  She was looking at the floor again, her dark
hair now falling down on her tits.

   Tommy came out from behind the desk.  "Get on your knees, honey." He was
already opening his slacks.  Now standing in front of her and putting a
hand on her shoulder.  She dropped to her knees.  His cock was coming out
of his pants.  He pulled her face to it and commanded her to, "Suck !"

   Janice did.  His cock was soon slobbery with her saliva and spital.  Her
lips were sliding back and forth on his cock.  He was hard and was starting
to fuck her mouth, holding her head still and pumping his cock in and out
of her mouth.

   Abruptly he stopped and grabbed her under her arms.  He lifted her to
her feet and pushed her toward the desk.  With a hand in the middle of her
shoulders he pushed her face to the desk top.  Her butt was quite plump,
fat in fact.  He ran a hand between the cheeks of her ass and into her
shaved cunt.  She was wet so he poked a finger into her immediately.  She
grunted.

   He was finger fucking her and she was making noise while he did it.  Her
cunt was quite juicy now so Tommy pulled his finger out of her and grabbed
her butt cheeks with his hands.  He spread her wide and there was that
plump, shaved cunt.  One push and his cock was disappearing in the woman's
cunt.

   Janice groaned.  And then groaned again when he started fucking her. 
She couldn't stop it.  She was excited.  She was pushing back against him
and he was fucking the shit out of her.  She knew he was going to make her
cum.  Her boyfriend had been pretty much impotent since he lost his job.

   Tommy was just ramming it to her when it came upon him.  He held himself
in her and let his cock unloose its nectar.  Several strong spurts of semen
burst into the woman's cunt.  When he stopped cuming he slowly started to
fuck her again, to stir it all up.  He hoped her boyfriend liked seconds.
He spread her butt apart and watched the cum ooze out from around his cock.

   Janice was still cuming.  She could feel him leak out of her.  He was
pulling out of her and it was drooling down her thighs.

   "I'll need to see you first thing Monday morning, Miss Jackson."

   She was still bent over his desk.  "Yes, sir." She knew he was going to
fuck her again.  She watched him pull up his slacks.  He turned and looked
at her.

   "Lock up on your way out."
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