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looked quite sexy. She wore an extremely short black mini-skirt, black
pumps, a thin red camisole with spaghetti straps, and a purse over her shoulder. The top was low-cut, while her bra was clearly meant to push everything up and out, and the resulting exposed cleavage made her look
even
more stacked than she'd seemed earlier in the babydoll outfit. And he
really couldn't get the way her naturally tanned and shapely legs seemed to
go on forever. "Is everybody ready?" she asked.

Peter was confused, until Trixie explained it to him. "Oh, Linda's going
to give us a ride. My roommate was supposed to bring my car with her. But
it wouldn't start, so she had to take a cab."

"Oh. That's okay, I guess." He stood, and smiled over at Linda. "Thanks."

"It's no problem," she said. "I live on the same side of town."

Still a bit groggy, Peter walked over to the corner, grabbed his dufflebag
suitcase, and followed the two women out the door into the hallway. This
time, instead of walking past the dressing room door, Trixie stopped, and waited for him to catch up. When he got there, he looked inside and saw
four new dancers -- two still wearing their street clothes, another in a cheerleader outfit, blow-drying her hair, and another sitting at the same mirror that the stripper with the spikey blonde hair had been sitting at earlier. This topless woman, however, had wavy brownish-red hair and
anything but the tiny breasts of the petite dancer. Quite the contrary.
While not quite as big Trixie's, this woman's tits were still bigger than Linda's, and shaped in such a way that they coned out toward the nipples.

"Holly," Trixie said, and the woman he was looking at turned to face them.
"Meet our new roomie."

Holly shifted her attention to Peter and smiled. "Howdy!" Her eyes were
bright green.

Peter held up his hand in a curt wave. "Hi."

"We're leaving now," Trixie said. "Will you be able to get a ride home later?"

"Walter said he'd drop me off," Holly replied. "Don't worry about me."

"Okay then, sugar. Have fun!" With this, the three of them continued down
the hall and through the stage area (where the petite blonde was now
dancing), through the front room and out the door. While not full yet, the place had quite a few patrons in it already, and Peter guessed it probably would be full by the end of the night.

Clearly, his father was doing something right.


* * *


Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at a small house in a quiet neighborhood. Linda pulled into the driveway that Trixie had pointed at, pulled to a stop, and popped the trunk. "Here we are," she said.

Trixie, sitting in the passenger seat, reached her hand out and put it on
Linda's arm, then squeezed. "Thank you so much," she said. "You're a lifesaver. You know, you could come inside for a while if you want."

Linda glanced back at Peter. "Well, it is still early yet, isn't it? Sure, why not?"

"Great," Trixie said. They all piled out of the car and up the driveway.

Once inside, Linda began to comment on what a great little place it was.
Peter had to agree, it was very cozy. Two bedrooms, a large living room
and
kitchen, a small fenced-in yard out back, and best of all, a roofed-over
porch with some lawn chairs and a jacuzzi. "Is that what I think it is?"
Linda asked, smiling.

"Sure is," Trixie said. "Did you guys want to try it out?"

Linda turned to Peter. "What do you say, kid? Are you up for it?"

"Um. Sure." He knew that his luck might run out someday ... but he was
sure glad it was holding today!

Trixie showed Peter to her room, and had him put his bag in there. "Do you
have a bathing suit?" she asked.

"Yeah. I think so." He zipped his bag open and started to look.

"I'll go pull the cover off the tub," she said, and disappeared.

Peter found his suit, and as he changed into it, became aware of the fact
that he was sporting almost a full woody. He knew this wouldn't bother
Linda, because of what had happened earlier, but he still didn't know what Trixie would think of it. Erring on the side of caution, he grabbed a particularly long t-shirt out of his bag and put it on as well, then made
his way back out to the living room. When he found nobody there, he looked
out onto the back porch through the kitchen window, and saw that Linda was helping Trixie with the cover.

Neither of the women had seen him yet, so he moved just far enough to one
side that he could still see them but he was pretty sure they couldn't see
him. Once again, he was amazed at his luck. Both women were downright gorgeous, and any minute now, he'd be sitting in a hot tub with them!

"Do you need a bathing suit?" Trixie asked Linda.

"I didn't think about that. I guess I do," Linda replied, then grinned.
"Do you have any that would actually fit me, though? I'm guessing
you're at
least ... what, an F cup?"

"Yes, but I tend to wear them a bit on the small side," Trixie said, slyly.

"Show off," Linda joked.

"Sugar, I paid good money to be able show them off." She smirked. By this
point, the two women had finished with the cover. "What are you, a D or
so?
Let's go see if we can find you something."

When he saw them coming, Peter ducked back into the living room and stood
there, as if waiting.

"You can go on out if you want," Trixie said, as they passed. "It's all
ready now."

Meanwhile, Linda waited until the other dancer had rounded the corner, then
paused in front of Peter. Without warning, she reached down and lifted up
the front of his t-shirt, saw the bulge there, then let it drop again.
Quietly, she said, "Uh oh. Looks like that burrito is still ready to
explode." Then she kissed two of her fingers and brought them to his lips, running them down until her red nails had made his bottom lip flap open,
then shut again. "We'll have to see what we can do about that before the
night is over, don't you think?"

Peter just nodded vigorously.

Linda giggled, then followed Trixie around the corner.

Holy shit, Peter thought, and began to think his balls might burst if he
didn't cum soon. He made his way through the kitchen and out to the
jacuzzi. With one last look over his shoulder, he took off the t-shirt,
threw it onto one of the lounge chairs, then stepped into the hot water.
He
made a point of chosing a seat on the far side, so that he'd be able to
better watch the women when they emerged from house. As an
afterthought, he
opened the fly on his bathing trunks and let his raging dick out, safe in
the knowledge that the bubbles in the water would hide it from view. He
didn't plan to try and jerk off or anything, but having it loose instantly
made things more comfortable for him.

As Peter waited, the heat of the water and his long day began to make him
sleepy again. The nap earlier had certainly helped take some of the edge
off, but he was still far from well-rested. He'd barely been able to sleep
the night before, thanks to the stress of anticipating what his father's reaction would be to the surprise visit. He closed his eyes for what
seemed
like only a few seconds, and immediately nodded off ... for how long, he
wasn't sure. The next thing he remembered was being awakened by the sound
of the porch door slamming shut, opening his eyes, and seeing Linda and
Trixie standing there, Trixie with a short pile of towels in one arm and
Linda carrying a six-pack of beer.

Of course, both looked so incredible to him that he barely noticed what they were carrying at first. Trixie now wore the same too-small white
bikini she'd had on earlier, as well as the skimpy bottoms that went with
them. Linda had apparently run into some trouble finding a bathing suit
that was her size, because what she wore instead was a cropped yellow tank
top that was cut off just above the smooth bottoms of her bra-less
breasts.
Her nipples jutted proudly through the thin material. For bottoms, she
wore
a pair of red thong panties that he was willing to bet were the ones she'd
had on beneath the skirt when she arrived. What's more, he noticed now
that
her toenails were painted the same bright red as her fingernails.

"Let the party begin," Trixie said, and let out a woop. She dropped the
towels on one of the chairs and eased her way into the hot tub, her massive tits wobbling as she found her balance. Peter's dick, which had fallen
asleep when he did, suddenly sprang back to life like a rocket.

Linda, meanwhile, walked around to Peter's side of the jacuzzi and stood
over him. When he became aware of this, and glanced up, he found that
for a
moment, he had a direct view up her shirt at her luscious globes. Then she bent down and handed him a beer, winking. "Here you go, sport." She
walked
over to Trixie and handed her one as well, then put the six-pack down and settled into the water herself, directly between the two of them.

Peter took a sip from his can, wincing a bit at the taste. He'd had a few
beers in his time, but not nearly enough yet to be immune to the bitter
taste. He watched as Trixie and Linda both sank down into the water up to their necks, then let out a collective, "Ahhhhhhh." When they emerged a
few
seconds later, both of their thin tops were soaked, and left very little to
the imagination. He could see that Trixie had much wider, lighter nipples, while Linda's were more of a half-dollar size, darker, with tips that
quickly grew to the size of large marbles in the cool air. The very sight
made his mouth dry, and before he knew it, he'd gulped down half the can of beer.

"Watch it there," Linda said, just as he was staring at Trixie's chest. "You'll sprain your eyes."

"Sorry," Peter replied, and blushed, glancing away.

"Uh oh," Trixie said, smirking. "I think you embarassed him."

Peter kicked back more of the beer. "No, I'm okay."

"They're a bit different than they were last time you saw me, aren't they,
sugar?" Trixie asked.

He feigned ignorance, but used the question as an excuse to look her way
again. "What is?"

"These, of course." Trixie cupped both huge tits from beneath and splashed
them on top of the water.

"Oh. Yeah, those." He stared directly at them. "I guess so."

"Listen to him," Linda said. "As if he didn't notice."

"Yes, but he's a nice, polite boy," Trixie replied. "Not like most of the
guys we deal with."

"Is that so?" Linda asked. "And here I thought he was just a horny boy with a hard-on.

"I --" he started, then realized it was pointless to deny it. They both
had to know better.

"I'm sure that's not true," Trixie said. "Is that true, Petey?"

"I --" was all he could think to say again.

"Trust me," Linda added. "I know this from experience."

Trixie seemed intrigued. "Oh really? And how is that?"

"In the office earlier. It was pretty obvious. Didn't you notice? After
I left?"

"No," Trixie said. "But he was in the bathroom --" A switched clicked in
her head. "Ohhh."

Linda just smiled wickedly, staring an awkward Peter directly in the eyes.

"Sugar," Trixie asked, "were you ... you know ... when I came in?"

"Was I what?" he replied, feigning ignorance again.

"Jerking off," Linda added.

"Linda!" Trixie blushed herself.

"What? It's not a federal secret. It's what you wanted to know, right?"

"Yes," Peter said, cutting them off before they could keep talking about
it, and thereby make him even more uncomfortable than he already was. "Yes
... and no."

"Which is it?" Trixie asked, clearly confused.

"Well ... I was. But then I wasn't. I stopped."

"Why?" But then she seemed to answer her own question. "Oh. Because of
me?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"Tsk, tsk," Linda chided, smirking. "You should be ashamed of yourself,
Trixie. Don't you know that boys his age need to shoot off a load at least three times a day or they go insane?"

"Well, I feel terrible now," Trixie said. "If I'd known ..."

"Do you believe me now that he's probably hard as a rock as we speak?" Linda asked.

"I suppose so."

"Do us a favor, Peter," Linda added. "End the suspense. Stand up."

"Wh-what? No." He blushed five more shades of red.

"Now now," Trixie said. "There's no need for that."

"I beg to differ," Linda replied. "I'd say he's getting a pretty good show
from the two of us right now ... and has been all day. I think it's only
fair that he return the favor."

Trixie considered this. "Yes, but maybe he's ... you know ... self-conscious. For whatever reason."

Linda nodded. "Oh. Right. That. I hadn't thought of that."

"What?" Peter asked, suddenly feeling defensive. "What reason?"

"You know," Linda said, and held her thumb and forefinger a couple of inches apart.

"I'm not ... I mean ... fine then!" And with this, he quickly stood, before he had the chance to talk himself out of it. What he meant to
do, of
course, was show them that the bulge in his shorts was big enough to prove
that he couldn't possibly have a tiny dick. Yet what he forgot about was having let his erection loose through the fly of the trunks earlier. As
much to his own surprise as theirs, his 6-inch cock jutted out proudly from
his body at a right angle, fully exposed and hard as steel, glistening and
wet, the purple head singing a silent "O".

At first, there was a moment of silence. Then both women started clapping.

"Bravo!" Linda said, nodding. "I see why your name is Peter now."

"I have to say," Trixie added. "It's a lot bigger than I would have expected."

Peter blushed, glancing down at himself. "It is?"

"Trust us," Trixie replied. "We're strippers. We know about these things."

"Cool." As he started to lower himself back into the water, however, Linda
said, "Hey, wait."

He stopped. "What?"

"Well, I don't know about Trixie, but I wasn't finished looking yet."

Trixie giggled. "Yes, why don't you have a seat there on the side of the
tub."

"We'll tell you when to get back in again," Linda added.

"Um. Okay." Peter did as he was told, as both women sat back and stared
at his now-throbbing member.

"Of course," Linda said. "Now we've seen more of him than he has of us."

Trixie nodded. "True. Should we do something about that?"

"Seems only fair." With this, Linda reached down and removed the tank top,
revealing her perfect breasts and nipples. Trixie quickly followed suit,
and seconds later, he was gawking her massive melons as well.

"Oh look," Trixie said, giggling. "I think it just grew another half-inch."

"I think you're right," Linda replied, then casually reached up and began
teasing her nipples with her fingers. "So what do you think, Peter? Are
they everything you dreamed they would be?"

"M-more," he said, wanting so badly to reach down and stroke himself.

"I bet I know what Petey would like to see," Trixie said, moving out into
the middle of the tub.

"What's that?" Linda asked.

"Join me and I'll show you," Trixie replied, holding her hand out.

Linda took the hand, looking a bit skeptical, and met her halfway. Before
she could say anything more, though, Trixie reached her hand out to Linda's shoulder and slid it up to her neck, as her head grew ever closer. Moments later, the two women were face-to-face, their lips drawing together ... and then they were kissing. Softly and tentatively at first -- clearly it was Linda's first time at this, but not Trixie's -- then harder, more
passionately. Tongues were released, and found each other. Then Linda's
hands came up and took hold of Trixie's huge tits, causing the other woman
to moan with delight. The sight of it was everything Peter had ever dreamt
of ... and in the end, after a long day of sexual frustration, it was more
than he could bear.

Without him even touching it, his cock suddenly exploded. He closed his
eyes for a second and gripped the side of the tub as a warm buzz engulfed
his legs, and as blasts of cum began to jet out of him. It felt so
wonderful that he didn't even bother to pay attention to where it was
going.
He just wanted it to keep shooting forever. When he did open his eyes again, however, he noticed exactly where it was landing -- all over the two strippers. There were splotches of cum on the side of Linda's face, on her arm, on one of Trixie's tits.

If they noticed, though, they didn't make any point of acknowledging it.
He quickly grabbed his cock, and pointed it up toward him, so that the rest
of his load would double back onto his stomach. Then he stroked it a bit, urging even more from it, until a few moments later, when he was finally
spent. As the women continued their make-out session, oblivious to the
rest
of the world, Peter lowered himself into the hot water again and watched,
with a wide smile spread across his face. At one point, as Trixie began to suck and play with Linda's tits, Linda made eye contact with him, then
wiped
some of his cum off of her cheek and brought it to her mouth. With a smile
and a wink, she licked the fingers clean, then closed her eyes again as Trixie's mouth on her nipples began to send clear waves of pleasure through her.

Peter found his beer and enjoyed the show ... for all of about five more
minutes. Then the smooth buzz of the alcohol, combined with the calming
effect of having recently shot his load, conspired to pull him down into
sleep again. The last thing he remembered was the sight of Linda
sitting on
the edge of the tub as Trixie slowly pulled her thong off, spread her legs,
and eagerly buried her face between them as Linda arched her back.

Holy shit, Peter thought. Life is good. Whatever you do, don't fall asleep, don't fall ...


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From surya_14@hotmail.com Thu Mar 13 20:07:57 2003
Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2003 21:10:04 -0500
From: rj lessing <surya_14@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated, alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Subject: {ASSM} New Years Fm, Ff, Spanking, BD, SM WHipping CBT, NT,
Force Bi,
Outdoors


DISCLAIMER: this story is for those mature enough in
their own sexuality to read the adventures or fantasy
of others. I recognize that some people are restricted
by law from reading stories of a sexually explicit nature.
If you knowingly fit this category, or are not aroused
by steamy tales, *don't read this.* Also, please do
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"Just this once!" she said " and if we go, though, I want
to be in charge"

I had suggested we go to a bondage theme party for
new years, and it seemed like she was coming around.
She was licking my dick as we talked, stopping when I
started to disagree, so it should be no surprise that I
eventually agreed.

It was being put on by some acquaintances of ours, a
couple of blocks away from where we live.

You gotta love California in the winter, it was warm
enough new years eve that we could walk over. My wife
insisted that we put our complete costumes on first
though, I think shocking our neighbors was a little bit of
her fun.

They weren't particularly startling at a distance, she was
wearing a long leather skirt, but it was slit to the hip, and
a sheer top. I was wearing some leather pants she had
bought for me that zipped up the sides, and a silk shirt,
she had added a collar, manacles and ankle cuffs she
had picked up.

As we walked up their driveway, my wife said "We need
to finish your costume" I looked blankly, and she
reached out and clipped my wrist cuffs together with a
short length of chain, behind my back. The next thing
she did was to reach down into my pants and start
rubbing my cock. As soon as it was hard, she stopped
and rang the doorbell.

When we got inside, it was clear that we were some of
the tamer guests. I was hoping for an interesting
evening. After a while, so that I could drink , she recuffed
my hands in front of me.

As the evening progressed, things got looser and looser.
At one point (while my wife was engrossed in
conversation, with another lovely woman in black), I
watched a couple start spanking each other with a riding
crop.
She got spanked first, she obviously liked it and I loved
the way her full breasts jiggled with each shot. I was
fascinated to watch her come when he started cropping
her twat.
I could understand how that attention, starting with light
little taps, increasing in force slowly could have that
effect. It floored me however, when she was able to do
the same thing to him. She started out by having him
bend over at the waist, holding on to his knees. After she
had first reddened and then laid a series of welts down
his ass cheeks, she told him to spread his ass cheeks.

When he did so she laid a series of little red marks
starting at the top of his ass crack, proceeding down until
she laid two in a row, right on his anus. That hurt to
watch, it hurts to even think about it, and it certainly hurt
him. The first sound he made was a scream when she
did that.


At that point she had him lay on the carpet, with his legs
spread. She stood over his chest and started working on
him. He was rock hard. She started tapping on his balls,
moving slowly up his cock. She stopped occasionally to
rub his shaft with the tip of the crop.

Each time she restarted, she hit harder. She
concentrated on the tip, occasionally hitting the very tip
with a zinging little snap, followed by slaps on the shaft,
just below the tip. Guys know the exact spot I am talking
about. When he started arching his body up to meet her
shots, she got faster and faster, until finally he came, in
gobs on his stomach and chest.

After he stopped humping the air, she lifted her foot, and
smeared his cum with her foot, until her toes were
dripping, and then she stuck her toes in his mouth, and
he started licking them clean.

After a little of this, and she had transferred most of his
cum to his mouth, she dropped over his face, slamming
her cunt on his mouth, and rode him to she had another
orgasm.

My mouth must of been hanging open in astonishment,
because my wife came up and said "close your mouth
dear, or Ill let someone stick something in it. I've already
had a couple of offers"

"you look fascinated" she continued
" No, I just can't believe he could get off that way" I
replied, "I just didn't believe anyone could come just from
the whipping"

She grabbed my crotch, holding on to my erection, and
said "this tells a different tale. Julie and I watched you
watching this exhibition. She thinks she could get you to
come that way as well"

" I doubt it" I replied, but deep inside I could tell I had
some interest, as my erection twitched. My wife still
holding it felt it as well. She just laughed, saying "You
are my slave tonight after all! We will just have to see."

In another room, another couple was having a grand
time. She had her slave on his chest on the floor, licking
and sucking her toes. After she tired of that, she started
rubbing his cock with her toes. She had long red painted
toenails, that looked wickedly sharp, and occasionally
she would drive their points into his balls or his thigh.
Didn't seem to matter to him though, he kept arching his
back higher and higher, trying to get more rubbing from
her feet, Finally he came, all over her foot, and his
stomach.

I started to leave at that point, but then she stuck her
foot in his mouth, and he started sucking and licking her
foot like it was his only meal for a week. (The second
time I had seen this done tonight, and it was just as
yucky) As he continued, she grabbed a chair and sat
down, and I would swear she had an orgasm within
minutes, just from having her toes sucked.


This was when my wife and Julie walked up to me. My
wife said "come on dear, we have entered you into a
contest"


"What contest?" I asked.

She slapped my butt, and said "What contest mistress".
With that she raised her eyebrow, and after a second, I
replied "What contest mistress"

"A tugowar" she replied "with a difference".

We walked into a room where there were 4 easy chairs
arranged facing each other, and a woman sitting in each,
kneeling in front of three of them were guys on their
knees. I was moved into the forth position, facing her
new friend Julie. She had a lovely half-shaved snatch.
When I was positioned, my wife unzipped my crotch, and
placed a ball harness on me, cinching it tight. When she
let go I could feel that I was being pulled back by my
balls. As it turned out, we were all bungee corded
together by our balls.

"The rules are simple!" a voice behind me said "Whoever
gets the woman in front of them off first, wins. Whoever
doesn't win has to deep throat the ones who were ahead
of them. Not to orgasm, just to get your lips down to the
base of the shaft. The woman who didn't get off spanks
the looser.

I wasn't excited by the prospect of loosing, or not even being first, but eating pussy is something I am good at,
and something I enjoy. Ordinarily I do not try to make it
fast however. In my book, longer is better.

"Ready, Set, Go", and I lunged forward the 6 inches to
Julie's already dripping cunt. The bungee on my balls
immediately started pulling back, and side to side. I
started licking her cunt, and tongue fucking her to see
what she liked. I finally settled in with a slithering sliding
lick over her clit, and the occasionally penetration of her
cunt I had to keep fighting from being pulled back by the
bungee. After a little while I thought my balls were going
to pop right off. I could feel her start to tighten up, I
thought I was going to win, when I heard some one else
scream, just before she started bucking into my soaked
face.


I was second as it turned out. The winner was the guy
to my left, the looser the guy behind me. As the winner
was seated in the chair, I was brought to his cock, it was
still flaccid. Recognizing it would be easier this way I sort
of sucked in into my mouth, getting to the base almost
immediately. While it started to stiffen at once, I got
down to the base relatively easily. As it started to choke
me, I pulled back.


The third place was then moved in front of the winner.
He didn't have such an easy time. He had to bob up and
down a few times to get it slick enough and to relax his
throat I guess. Watching this gave me a real boner, and
when he finished the winner, it took him about as long to
get my whole dick in his mouth as well.


First he coated it with saliva and then forced his head
down, I could feel him trying to swallow. He finally got
there.


The looser had a harder time, on the winner. I think it
was because a riding crop was spanking him.


He was still working on the winner, when the previous
guy finished with me. When the looser was working on
me it was much shorter, he sort of had it worked out, but
the third guy had a huge hard on, easily 2' longer than
mine, and thicker. It took the poor looser most of a
minute, to get down to the base. I was damn glad I
hadn't had to do him.

Prizes were then handed out to the slave mistresses, I
don't know what the winner's got, but my wife got a butt
plug and harness, which she immediately tried to insert
in my ass. I started to pull away, when Julie grabbed my
arms, and very efficiently bent me over. In no time she
had crammed it past my protesting sphincter. Then she
fastened the harness that would hold it in place, clicking
the lock shut. It felt weird, but not painful.


I didn't see what the third place got either, but the loser's
mistress got a huge strap on dildo. I could imagine that
he was going to get LOTs of practice giving head.


A while, after this, the party started to break up, and my
wife said she had a special treat for me. She collected all
of my clothes, and then said, "Julie is giving me a ride
home. The sooner you get there, the sooner you can join
in the fun." As I started to reach for the clothes, she
danced out of reach. "I don't think so" she laughed, and
went out the door. "You better hope the police don't see
you on your way"

My wife quickly left as I hurried after her. I was sure she
was kidding, but she just got in a car with my clothes. I
was mortified. I had been nude in the house (well shoes
and a butt plug harness) but now I was naked. The car
then took off. I was flushing red from the
embarrassment, just imagining what could happen to
me, just knowing all my neighbors would see. I also had
one hell of a hard on.

I started walking, crouching down, and then realized that
that made no real difference. I then thought I might as
well run, but with the butt plug in, this didn't really work

As I walked, I was freaking out, I could just imagine
trying to explain my condition to a cop. Every time a car
came by, I would hide in the bushes. It was the longest
couple of blocks I ever walked. Once a motor cycle
zoomed by, and then started swerving. It disappeared
down the road, but then I heard it start to come back. I
crouched down in the bushes next to the sound wall of
the subdivision, as it slowly cruised back, and then
disappears again. I stayed there until it disappeared the
other direction, and then just when I was going to move
again, I heard the soft swish of the bike coasting back
down the slight hill. Great, the last thing I needed was to
get hassled by a biker or worse yet, a cop.

I guess whoever it was had thought they had seen
something, but they coasted past me and around the
bend, and I heard the motor start, and the guy roared off
into the distance.

Finally I got home, and there was a car in the driveway.
When I got inside, the first thing I saw was Julie sitting
on the couch, and my wife kneeling between her legs.






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