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WARNING: Graphic and explicit descriptions of sexual
activity involving sexual intercourse, oral sex and
masturbation in a caring and loving but unconventional
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resources to pursue violators. This work was
previously titled Love Times Three and published in 1999
(by the author) and it has now been partially re-written
(improved I hope).

If you have a moral objection to me writing this story or
find the content or topic objectionable then stop reading it
now. The author believes in personal liberty and freedom
of speech that does not incite hatred or harm others. If
you do not like the story because of your beliefs then
please understand that I may not share some of those
beliefs and may in fact find them as offensive as you find
mine.

Here is the unusual but true story about how I got involved
in a three way relationship. For many years I have been
close friends with the three ladies mentioned and we had
great fun looking back and talking about the pieces that
formed our relationship. This story is built from some of
those pieces and, except for a little embellishment to make
it more enjoyable to read, this is a reasonably accurate
account from my (male) perspective. Hopefully, one day
the ladies may write their own versions. We are Australian
and although I have tried to remove the influence of local
dialect some may remain - consider it local colour (color).
The ladies involved have read this story, provided some
critique and consented to me publishing it.

Tri-ing Times (Part 3 of 3)

Almost reluctantly Carol began to return to earth, slowly at
first and then more rapidly until she slumped spent and
content. Her eyes opened just a little too quickly and she
cast a furtive glance around as if to reorient herself and
take stock of the situation. I was still nuzzled in her loins,
savouring the warm wetness and Julie was stretched out
beside her, close but not touching.

I pulled back a little and I could feel the tension creep into
her body as she fully realised what had happened and
although nothing was said it was obvious she was more
than a little embarrassed. The next few minutes or even
seconds would be critical as to how things progressed for
not just the rest of that day but also further into the future.
This new experience was now about more than assuaging
the burning, throbbing need in my crotch. It was about
how all three of us would see each other afterwards. No
words were exchanged, no meaningful looks passed
between us but it was obvious this was a watershed
moment.

Julie broke the momentary impasse by retrieving tissues
from the bedside table and passing them to me. My
mouth, cheeks, chin and nose were coated in the sweet
remnants of Carol's passion. Silently Julie then left the
bedroom and I moved into the warm spot she left and
snuggled up to Carol, holding her close and kissing her
hair. She wriggled around a bit before raising herself on
one arm, smiled and then kissed me briefly before falling
back on the pillows. She closed her eyes and in a far off
dreamy sort of voice said "That was wonderful". It wasn't
even her birthday.

Before I could say anything Julie reappeared and I
motioned for her to join us by patting the bed near my
knees. I slid across the bed and gently bumped Carol as a
hint to make a little more room. Carol rolled onto her side
facing me, her head on my shoulder. Julie lay down beside
me, propped on one elbow with her head near my ankles. I
was now lying on my back and I squirmed up a bit to get
more comfortable. As I shifted about did my still fully erect
penis flicked back and forward directly in the line of sight
between the two girls. Ever tried to hold a conversation
with someone when there is a flower pot or vase in your
line of sight? Even more distracting was the way my cock
bobbed slowly up and down, even I kept looking at it
dancing in air between us.

Suddenly both girls tried to speak at once, their eyes
moving to look at each other. Neither pair of eyes got
there, focussing instead on my interfering manhood as the
first awkward words came tumbling out. Determined to
make eye contact with Carol Julie reached over and
wrapped her hand around my cock, pushing me to the side
so her sight line to Carol was unobstructed. Holding me
gently she almost absentmindedly stroked one finger across
the girth of my now even harder penis. After swinging her
hair aside she looked at Carol, smiled shyly and said how
beautiful Carol and I looked together.

Carol snuggled a little further into my shoulder and
glanced at Julie's slowly moving finger. Next she lifted
herself on one elbow, leaned over, kissed me and
murmured something that included the word "wonderful"
to Julie. Carol lowered her head back onto my shoulder
and traced her fingers across my chest and abdomen. I
could feel her eyes looking at Julie's hand around my cock
and I could see Julie was alternately looking at Carol's face
or watching her caress my chest. Occasionally she glanced
at me or at the hard organ in her grasp. Julie had never
been this close to my cock before and I could tell she
wanted to explore it a little. I could also tell she wasn't
sure what response would come from Carol if she did so.
The atmosphere was charged with more than sexual
tension as Julie and I waited for Carol to make the next
move.

Fortunately we didn't have to wait long. Reaching down
Carol supplanted Julie's hand with her own and began to
stroke the full length of my hardness. Julie rested her hand
on my thigh and ran a finger across my scrotum as Carol
pumped my length just the way she knew I liked it best.
Carol was clearly going to show Julie how well she knew
her way around my cock, a sort of show and tell without
words.

I was responding far too well to her touch, already feeling
the familiar tightness building deep inside me as Carol
exhibited her cock stroking know how to Julie. Before
Carol took me too far, and while I was still able to
coherently form words, I jokingly mentioned I still had my
satin gift to unwrap. Carol missed a half stroke before
resuming at a slightly slower pace. I felt her head move a
little and I knew she was looking at Julie, mentally chewing
on the ramifications of carrying out what they had earlier
planned.

Nuzzling close to Carol's ear I whispered I was happy with
what she was doing and nothing else was needed to make
my birthday special. She nodded a little upon hearing this
and her stroking slow a little more. Our little tableau
stayed unchanged for about a minute and then without a
word Carol sat up, turned around and lay back down
without releasing my cock. She was now lying in a similar,
but mirrored position to Julie. Carol's head was level with
my cock and I wished like never before that she would
take me in her mouth and quench my burning need for
release.

Leaning over a little Carol slid her mouth along the side of
my almost aching cock. Stroking and moving me with her
hand as necessary she worked her lips up and down my
shaft and slurped her way to the top. Julie watched from
the foot of the bed. Carol's head and hair blocking most of
her view but she knew what was happening and shifted her
gaze from Carol's moving head to my eyes and back again.
Julie was still wearing the short white silk housecoat and
her hardened nipples were plainly evident through the soft
material. Every now and then she would slightly undulate
her hips and I guessed her pussy would be needing
attention soon.

Carol kept working her oral magic. She rolled slightly
toward me and took half my cock in her mouth in one
swift movement. My involuntary intake of breath told her
this was a most welcome sensation. She lifted her leg,
opening herself to me as she knew I loved to look at and
touch her while receiving this exquisite pleasure. With my
eyes beginning to close I placed a finger between her lips
and lazily caressed the length of her cleft before inserting
half a finger inside and moving it slowly in and out.

After several minutes I felt a finger tentatively join mine in
exploring her wetness, slipping through the copious sweet
juices before settling on her clit. I knew it was Carol's
finger without looking as it moved with confidence to
settle on exactly the right spot. Nonetheless I opened my
eyes to check as Carol seldom touched herself this way,
preferring me to do clit duty whenever we made love. As I
looked down to watch her devouring my cock I noticed
her mouth was rising and falling in time with the tempo of
her fingers as she ran them around her clit. It was unusual
that she had her eyes wide open and I absent mindedly
followed her gaze over to Julie.

With one leg bent at the knee Julie was delicately rubbing
her pussy through her panties. The material was very
damp and clearly revealed the folds hidden from sight
beneath the soft white fabric . Her pussy mound was right
in front of Carol who couldn't miss every detail from such
close quarters. Looking at me from the foot of the bed
Julie slowed her rubbing and in turn Carol slowed both her
head and finger movements to keep a matching rhythm.
Julie hooked a finger under one side of the waistband of
her panties. With my free hand I reached down to hook a
finger into the other side. As we smiled coyly at each
other she closed her legs and a second later her panties
hissed down and disappeared over the side of the bed.

Julie lay back and sensually spread herself before Carol and
I. I almost gasped and Carol stopped moving her head
completely as Julie was exposed to us up close for the first
time. She had what I could only describe as a pretty pussy.
Not too much honey blond hair framed what would
normally be petite pink petals, every tuck and fold in
proportion. As we watched she slipped a finger along the
split between her lips, drawing a little wave of moisture
along and over her temple of pleasure. After swirling
around her hooded clitoris Julie's fingertips once again
disappeared between those pretty pink lips, emerging over
and over to repeat their mesmerising journey.

Carol's mouth might have stopped moving but her fingers
hadn't. We were both transfixed as we watched Julie's
nether lips fill and splay lewdly. I saw the whitish-pink tip
of her clit begin to peek from under her hood as her fingers
swept up, over and around it. The warm wet embrace of
Carol's mouth and most especially the sight of Julie beside
us threatened to trigger my climax.

Carol had previously told me she loved the feel of my cock
as it surged and swelled just prior to my come being
released. This time however, I don't think Carol knew just
how close I really was, because, as she felt my cock surge
against her tongue she quickly began to pump me wildly in
and out of her mouth. As a result my initial spurt caught
her by surprise and completely unprepared. Instinctively
she rolled away, coughed and then literally fell back to lie
spread eagled beside me. My own climax was on the
precipice and the withdrawal of her stimulation was almost
painful as it had occurred at the most crucial of moments.

I glanced down at Carol and with a rush I realised she was
in no condition to notice the subtleties of my pre-
ejaculatory state. In a frenzy, although it seemed like slow
motion at the time, I simultaneously drove my finger into
her pussy and grabbed my cock. Carol's fingers
pummelled her clit and I pumped us both furiously.
Seconds later Carol moaned loudly and I felt her squeeze
my finger so hard I could barely force it through her
opening. As I watched her begin her orgasm I began to
come too.

As the rush of orgasm fell upon me I stroked my cock
slowly, drawing out the indescribable feeling of imminent
release. A solid jet of thick semen streaked across Carol's
hip and thigh as she ground herself into the bed. Another
landed on my chest and neck. As I looked at Julie another
flew to land on her cute little mound. Julie's sparse, honey
blonde pubic hair was now wet and matted from our
combined juices. She ran her fingers up over her mons and
through my come, drawing a bead down to smear over her
lips and clit. I sent forth another spurt and as it landed on
her thigh she started to come too.

I continued to slowly stroke my cock, enjoying the
incredibly sensual view of the two beautiful women beside
me. It certainly was a special birthday present.

For a long time afterwards we lay there panting and
helpless, unable to speak let alone move. Finally I sat up
and climbed over Julie to stand beside the bed. I tried to
think of something to say as I collected the pillows that
had found their way to the floor. Kneeling beside Carol I
placed a pillow under her head, kissed her and said "I love
you". Placing a pillow under Julie's head I kissed her with
a tenderness that said the words for me. The love in her
eyes showed she shared my feelings as I said "Thank you".
Carol sat up and hugged me and Julie, the three of us
locked together until Carol pulled away with tears in her
eyes.

From that moment on we all knew in our hearts that
something special had happened to change our lives
forever. It was a watershed in our relationships and an
unspoken, unbreakable bond formed between us. I already
knew I loved Carol and I knew I loved Julie too, albeit in a
different way. Where I think the true revelation occurred
that night was in the girls realising they also loved each
other. For a long while I kept these thoughts to myself,
not daring to expose or test them until I knew the
foundations of our relationship had grown strong enough.

Things gradually drifted back to normal, Julie and I teased
and played up to each other but when alone together we
did not so much as steal a kiss. Carol had clearly placed
her trust in us and as the most important aspect of any
relationship is trust, we wanted to prove to her, and
ourselves, that her trust was not misplaced.

The story continues.........

Please email me for the next chapter, its not quite ready yet
and critique would be appreciated: davlstrtelstra

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The Blushing Bride
By
Norm DePloom
Normdeploom

Martha thought God had answered her deepest prayer,
most of her friends were already married. Some of
them had children. Martha felt more and more isolated
from her community, every day that passed without a
man in her life seemed like a curse. Then Frank
appeared. He seemed to be everything she ever wanted
in a man. He was good looking. He was serious, but
could still make her laugh when he teased her. Most
of all, he wanted her. How glorious it made her feel
to be wanted. The wedding had been grand, and now,
now she was setting next to her husband in a first
class seat on her way to Hawaii. How could life get
any better?

She held on to his arm and laid her head on his
shoulder. She had been nervous about her first
flight, but felt that nothing could harm her as long
as she was with Frank. Mrs. Frank Talker, she sighed
and snuggled down into the airplane seat. When Frank
leaned over toward her, Martha leaned towards him
thinking he wanted to kiss. Frank stopped just short
of her mouth and spoke to her in quite earnest tones.

"There is something I would really like for you to do
for me." He said softly, looking deeply into her
eyes.

"What is that honey" she replied captivated by the
prettiest eyes she had ever seen.

"I want you to go into the rest room and take off your
panties, then bring them to me." Martha continued to
stare into his eyes. Her mind was trying desperately
to make sense of what it had just heard. It seemed to
her that Frank had just spoken to her in a foreign
language. She understood each word, but the whole
seemed too preposterous for her to have heard him
correctly.

"What?" Was all she could get out.

"I want you to go into the rest room and remove your
panties and bring them to me." Frank repeated the
instructions, "Come on, humor me, do this for your new
husband." Martha thought about it for a minute. Why
not? He is my husband, no one else will know. The
'naughtiness' of it was beginning to excite her. She
got up and made her way to the restroom. Once inside
she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties
down to her knees, then sat on the toilet seat and
pulled them off her legs. As long as I'm here, she
thought and relieved her self. She then wiped, and
noticed how wet she was 'down there'.

As she walked back to her seat, her panties balled up
in her fist, she felt the cool air against her nether
regions with each step. Martha had never gone without
panties, even while she was asleep, for as long as she
could remember. Her face turned red, she was sure
everyone could tell that she has not wearing her
panties. She felt very vulnerable, and also very
exited.

Martha sat down in her seat, and handed her panties to
her husband, trying to make sure no one saw what she
was handing over. She felt flushed, and warm all
over, she could feel her 'wetness' spreading 'down
there'. She desperately wanted to put her hand
between her legs and relieve the feelings. Like she
would have if she had been alone in her bed.

"Thank you." Frank said as he took the panties from
her. Keeping them in a tight ball he brought them up
to his nose and inhaled. Martha's red face turned
even redder. Frank leaned over toward her, "You
really smell good." Her blush deepened and spread, and
her nipples hardened and she felt hot and open 'down
there'. Frank put his arm around her and gently
kissed her on the cheek. Then he whispered in her
ear. "There is something else I want you to do, I
forgot to mention this before."

"What?" Martha asked with a combination of fear and
excitement.

"Go back to the bathroom and take off your bra and
bring it to me." No, she thought, I could never do
that. Every one would know. She was wearing a very
expensive silk blouse that Frank had purchased for
her. The material was thin, and people would be able
to see her breasts bouncing underneath it. They would
be able to see the outline of her nipples. No, she
thought again, I could never to that.

"I can't." she said quietly.

"What?" Frank asked with exaggerated surprise, "don't
you take your wedding vows seriously?" Martha was
mortified by the question.

"Of course I do!"

"All of them?"

"Yes!"

"Love, honor and O-B-E-Y." Martha squirmed in her
seat. The shame she felt being asked to 'display
herself' by her husband fed her sexual excitement.

"Please," she pleaded quietly, "don't make me do this.
It's indecent."

"You are my wife now, and I will tell you what is
decent and indecent. Your will do everything I tell
you to do." He pulled her closer and spoke softly in
her ear. "Now quit making a scene and do as you are
told."

'Making a scene' according to her mother was the worst
thing a person could do. Martha often thought that her
mother would quietly allow herself to be raped rather
than scream for help and 'make a scene'. Martha
slowly got up from her seat and walked to the
restrooms again the last thing she could bring herself
to do was 'make a scene' about anything.

Her face burned with embarrent. She just knew
that everyone in first class knew what she was going
to do. She entered the restroom and locked the door
behind her. She sat on the toilet, and began to cry
gently. After a few minutes she wiped her eyes and
stood in front of the mirror. She thought about just
staying in the restroom for the rest of the flight,
but she could not face hours in such a small room. Oh
well, she thought, let's get it over.

She began to unbutton her blouse. She looked around
the small room to make sure no one was looking, then
smiled at her self for doing it. She slipped the
blouse off her shoulders and let it slip down her
arms. She hung the blouse on a hook on the inside of
the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She
moved almost like she was in a trance as she reached
behind herself and unhooked her bra.

She held the bra in place for a minute before she let
it slide down off her breasts. She watched herself in
the mirror as her breasts came into view. Her nipples
were hard. With out forethought she reached up and
began to squeeze and pinch her nipples making them
stand out even further. She could actually smell her
own sexual excitement in the small room. She reached
under her skirt and gave herself three or four rubs.
She could not remember ever being this wet and open.
She reluctantly pulled her hand away from herself and
felt a wave of shame at having given in to that evil
urge.

She put her blouse on and tucked it into the skirt.
Martha was shocked by how much her nipples showed
through the thin material. Again, without intending
to, her hands reached up and felt her nipples through
the silk blouse. A low moan escaped her throat before
she pulled her hands away and leaned against the rim
of the sink. She took three deep breaths then turned
and opened the door.

The walk back to her seat seemed to take forever.
With every step her breasts would bounce and sway
gently. The soft silk would rub her nipples keeping
them hard. She deliberately looked straight ahead.
She admitted to herself that she was not sure which
she feared the most' that everyone was looking, or
that no one was. She could feel the heat of her blush
spreading over her face, then down her neck and across
her chest. When she got back to their seats Martha
stepped over Frank's legs and sat down. Frank held
out his hand and she placed her wadded up bra in it.

It was getting late, and most of the passengers were
beginning to settle into their seats trying to get
some sleep. Frank signaled one of the flight
attendants and asked for a blanket. He spread the
blanket over himself and Martha then put his arm
around Martha and pulled her close. They sat for a
minute and Martha enjoyed the closeness of their
bodies. Then Martha felt Frank gently pulling her
blouse out of her skirt. She tried to push his hands
away. He whispered in her ear.

"If you try to fight me you will make a commotion and
everyone will notice what is going on." She stopped
trying to push him away. As a child she had been
admonished not to 'make a commotion' almost as often
as to not 'make a scene'. She closed her eyes and
tried to pretend that she was asleep. Frank pulled her
blouse out from her skirt, then unbuttoned it. She
felt his hand move up her stomach then across first on
and then the other of her breasts. Despite her
attempts to feign sleep her breathing quickened and
she suppressed a moan only with the greatest of will
power. This was the first time in her life that
someone else touched her breasts.

With the blanket pulled up around their necks, and
Martha pretending to be asleep, Frank pinched and
pulled her nipples working them into ever greater
states of excitement. He heard a faint whimper when
he abandoned her nipples and ran his hand over her
trembling stomach to the waistband of her skirt.
Martha was wearing a skirt given to her by Frank, it
was long enough to be modest, but had buttons all the
way down the front. She realized what he was going to
do, and grabbed his wrist with both hands.

"Please," she whispered, "don't do that." Frank
ignored her plea, and unbuttoned her skirt from top to
bottom. Martha realized that she was now naked
beneath the blanket. Frank wrapped one arm around her
so he could continue to work her nipples while he
gently pushed her legs apart and caressed the inside
of her thighs, coming close but not quite touching her
warm wet pussy. Martha gave up all resistance and
relaxed, allowing her legs to open even further.
Frank slipped his hand over her bushy growth of pubic
hair and slid his fingers across her clit and down
over her cunt lips.

"Oh God!" Martha caught her breath at his first touch.
She laid back in
Frank's arms and concentrated on the feelings coming
from her breasts and pussy. She tried to block out
the vibrations of the airplane, and the sounds of
people all around them. Martha let her eyes open just
a crack, and saw one of the female flight attendants
walk by and grin at her. Oh God, she thought, that
woman knows what he is doing to me. She could feel
her face and chest turning red with humiliation. How
could Frank do this to me?

Just then his finger slipped past her outer lips and
into her hot, wet, eager cunt. She squeezed her eyes
shut and began to gently rock her hips, fucking her
self on his fingers. Frank slipped a second finger
into her and Martha was thankful she had practiced
having 'quite' orgasms when she touched herself at
night with her parents in the room right across the
hallway.

She grabbed his wrist with both hands, but this time
she pulled it harder against herself as she fucked her
pussy on his fingers. Her Cunt muscles clutched at
Frank's fingers and with a quiet "UUNGGHH... UUNNGGHH"
Martha's body tightened. For the first time in her
life Martha had an orgasm induced by someone other
than herself, her whole body was washed with a wave of
pleasure she never could have imagined.

She relaxed totally and with her eyes still closed,
enjoyed the feel of Frank's fingers gently moving in
and out of her open wet cunt, while she listened to
the drone of the jet engines and the murmur of voices
from seats around her. Martha rode Frank's fingers to
another orgasm, then fell asleep under the blanket.

She woke up with a start, it took her a few minutes to
realize where she was. When she remembered that she
was naked under the blanket and that her new husband
had finger fucked her with all these people around the
feelings of humiliation and shame overwhelmed her.
Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she began to
button her blouse. She jumped when Frank spoke to
her. His eyes were closed and she had assumed he was
asleep.

"I didn't tell you to button your clothes." He said
quietly. Martha froze in mid button. Her mind
rebelled against the implication that she could not
button her blouse without Frank's permission. She
took her hands away from the buttons before she spoke.

"You shouldn't do these things to me." She whispered.
"It's indecent to do this in public. I can't lay here
with only a blanket." Her objections died down as
Frank reached over under the blanket and began to
caress her breasts. He worked her nipples until they
were both hard. One of the female attendants walked
by and Frank spoke to her.

"Could you help me with something?" he asked her in a
low voice. Martha noticed it was the same one that
had grinned at her earlier.

"Of course I can." She said, grinning at Martha again.
Martha blushed with shame and humiliation. The
blanket bulged and moved as Frank squeezed and pulled
on her nipples. Frank had one arm around her back
holding her right arm, while he manipulated her
nipples with his other hand.

"My new bride and I are on our honeymoon, and I would
like your opinion about something."

"Congratulations." She winked at Martha. "I kinda
guessed that." She licked her lips and smiled at
them..

"Do you think these-" Frank suddenly pulled the
blanket down to the middle of Martha's stomach
exposing her bare breasts. "-are nice looking tits?"
Martha struggled trying to pull the blanket back up,
or at least cover herself with her hands, but found
her arms were being held down by Frank. Marsha blushed
a bright crimson that spread over her face, then down
her neck and across her chest, clear down to her hard
nipples.

Her struggles died down, despite the shame and
humiliation, or maybe because of the shame and
humiliation her nipples were getting harder than they
had ever been before. Her cunt was so wet she could
feel it oozing out onto her thighs. The attendant
swallowed and licked her lips showing more interest in
Martha's tits than would be expected from a
heterosexual.

"They're beautiful." Was all she could say.

"Why don't you touch them? Se if they feel as good as
they look?" Frank suggested to the attendant. Martha
thought she was going to die. 'How could he do this
to me?' She asked herself. Followed by 'Why am I
getting so wet?' Martha tried to pull away when the
woman's hands touched her breasts, but Frank held her
tight with her arms penned to her side. The attendant
gently squeezed Martha's breasts, then 'bounced' them
in the palm of her hands like she was trying to judge
their weight.

"I...I...have to go back to work." She said
reluctantly releasing Martha's breasts. Frank covered
Martha with the blanket.

"You can button up your blouse and skirt now." Martha
straightened up and buttoned her cloths as best she
could by feel. Tears were once again streaming down
her cheeks.

"Why are you doing these things to me?" she whispered
through clenched teeth.

"Just for the fun of it." He responded. "You've got
to learn to relax and enjoy yourself." He smiled at
her, "If you don't your going to lead a really
miserable life."

"I don't want to do this. I want to go home." She
was beginning to sob gently. Frank took her in his
arms and stroked her hair while he talked softly in
her ear.

"You will do everything I tell you to do." He told
her. "If not you will be punished. It's because I
love you that I must train you to obey." He gently
pushed her away and wiped the tears from her face.
"Now for you next lesson, I want you to go into the
restroom and take off your cloths. When I knock twice
let me in."

"No. I can't do that." She pleaded with him with her
eyes. "Please don't make me do that." Frank held her
head with a hand on each cheek and looked into her
eyes.

"You will do it, and you will do it now. If you don't
I will drag you to the restroom by your hair. Just
think how that will look to all these other
passengers." When he released her, she rose from her
seat and walked to the restroom. She was beginning to
tremble and could barely get the door latch open.
Once inside Martha started shaking violently.

'Oh my God' she prayed, 'what have I gotten myself
into?' She had no doubt that Frank was going to come
into the restroom and have sex with her. Being groped
under a blanked and fucked in the airplane restroom
was a far cry from her 'wedding night' fantasy. She
locked the door and looked at herself in the mirror.

What she saw startled her. Red eyes from crying, hair
going every which way, blouse miss-buttoned, the top
button of her skirt was not even fastened, her hard
nipples plainly visible through the thin silk of her
blouse, she looked like she had just had sex. It
would have been obvious to everyone she walked by on
the airplane. She was overcome with more waves of
shame and humiliation.

How can he be doing this to me? I love him. I
thought he loved me. She sat on the toilet seat and
rested her head in her hands. Mixed with the pain of
her shame and humiliation was the memory of how
wonderful it felt when he touched her, and though she
was not ready to admit it, how wonderful it felt when
the women touched her.

Her entire body jumped when she heard the gentle knock
on the door, she yanked her hand out from between her
legs. How did that get there? Two more gentle knocks
on the door. NO. I won't let him in. I must put a
stop to this. I will stay in here until the plane
lands, then I will get the next plane back home. She
heard a scraping sound followed by a click, and the
door swung open and Frank stepped in. He shut the
door behind him and locked it again.

"You didn't think they would build these things
without a way to bypass the lock do you?" The
question was obviously rhetorical. "Why haven't you
taken your cloths off? I expected to come in here and
find you naked."

"I can't do this anymore. Please don't force me. As
soon as we land I want to take a plane home." Tears
were flowing again. Martha was trying to ignore the
fact that pussy juice was also flowing. Frank pulled
her to her feet and began to unbutton her blouse.

"You just do what your told and everything will be
fine. You'll have plenty more of those wonderful
orgasms and we'll all have a lot of fun." He pulled
Martha's blouse off her, then unbuttoned her skirt.
Soon she was standing before him naked. Martha had
rarely been naked even with herself, much less someone
else. She flushed red again as her skirt fell to the
floor and Frank lifted her up and sat her on the edge
of the sink.

"It's time to fuck now." His crudeness added to her
feelings of humiliation and shame. It also added to
her feelings of lust. She watched with growing
interest as he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants.
As his pants fell to the floor, Martha's mouth hung
open as she stared at his hard cock. Frank lifted her
legs up and pushed them apart opening her wet cunt.

"Hold your legs." He ordered her. Martha put a hand
under each knee and held her legs up and apart as she
watched Frank grab the base of his hard cock and begin
to rub his cock head up and down her pussy slit. She
could see the lubrication from her pussy as it began
to glisten on his cock head. Martha began to rock her
hips forward each time Frank's cock head reached the
top of hr pussy to increase the stimulation of her
clitoris. Each forward rock was accompanied with an
almost inaudible moan.

She watched in fascination as Frank began to work the
head of his large cock into her open wet cunt. She
pulled her legs further apart to open herself more for
him. Soon his hard cock was sliding in and out of her
eager young pussy. It didn't hurt, she thought with
amazement, they said it would hurt the first time.

Each time Frank thrust his large cock into her hot wet
cunt her cunt lips would be pulled into her cunt,
pulling her clit down against the top of Frank's hard
cock and bringing her closer and closer to her first
fuck induced orgasm. She watched intently, panting
with lust and moaning loader than before. She was
entranced by the sight of an object that big sliding
in and out of her body. As her orgasm peaked Martha
wrapped her arms and legs around Frank and locked her
lips to his thrusting her tongue into his mouth and
moaning loudly. The peak passed and Martha took her
mouth away from Frank's.

"Oh God that was good." She said, as she leaned back
against the mirror again so she could once more watch
the giant cock fucking in and out of her hot cunt. A
sheen of perspiration covered both of their bodies.
Frank picked her up and held her by her butt while he
thrust deeply into her. Martha wrapped her arms
around Frank's neck and her legs around his waist.
They kissed deeply while Frank's muscles tightened
rhythmically. Martha could feel his huge cock pulsing
inside her as he shot her cunt full of hot cum.

Frank sat Martha back down on the edge of the sink and
leaned against her as he let his cock rest inside her.
She clung to his body, and rested her head against his
shoulder, luxuriating in that special 'just fucked'
feeling. Frank gently caressed her back, and ran his
hands over her hair, holding their naked bodies close.

After a few minutes Frank pulled his half hard cock
out of her cunt and they both watched as a stream of
his cum and her lubricant flowed out of her pussy and
puddled on the counter. Martha covered her mouth with
her hand and giggled at the sight. Frank pulled two
paper towels out of the dispenser and handed them to
Martha.

"You will be expected to have warm wet washcloths and
towels available to wash your partner after fucking."
He instructed her as she took the proffered towels.
She moistened one of the towels with warm water and
knelt in from of Frank to wash his shrinking cock.
She took her time, this being her first opportunity to
examine a cock. By the time she was finished it was
beginning to grow hard again.

"Now kiss it." He instructed her. She hesitated,
then gently kissed the tip of his manhood. While she
was still kneeling Frank pulled up his pants. After
zipping and buckling up Frank picked up her blouse and
skirt then turned to leave the restroom.

"You wait here." Was all he said to her before he
closed the door. Martha felt shame and humiliation
crashing back down on her. She had felt loved and
cared for while they were making love, but to be left
kneeling naked in the middle of an airplane restroom
was degrading. She got off her knees, grabbed some
toilet paper, cleaned herself, then sat down on the
toilet.

What, she wondered, was going to happen next? Barely
had she asked herself that question when the door
opened and the flight attendant who had caressed her
breasts stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
Martha heard the lock on the door click. She crouched
over on the toilet seat and tried to cover her
breasts.

"What are you..." Was all she could get out. The
attendant grabbed her by the arms and picked her up
off the toilet. She enveloped Martha in her arms and
cut off her question by inserting her tongue into
Martha's mouth. The attendant's hands roamed over
Martha's back and sides as her tongue explored the
inside of Martha's mouth. Martha's arms were in
between herself and the other woman, and she tried to
push her away. The attendant was much stronger than
she looked.

She easily held Martha in her arms as she kissed her
deeply and began to massage her butt cheeks. The
attendant demonstrated her strength by picking Martha
up and setting her on the edge of the sink without
breaking her deep kiss. As she pushed Martha back
against the mirror she let her mouth slide off
Martha's and began to plant wet kisses down her neck
as she lifted Martha's legs and pushed them open.

"Please, don't do this. I don't want to do this."
Martha pleaded.

"Your...husband...said...it...was...OK." The attendant
spoke between kisses as she worked her way towards
Martha's firm young breasts.

"But I don't want to do it." Martha insisted. The
attendant stopped kissing her breasts for a moment and
looked at her.

"I'm not going to hurt you honey. What I'm going to
do will make you feel real good."

"But..." The attendant held up her hand to silence
Martha.

"I'll make a deal with you. You look at your watch
and when three minutes are up if you still want me to
stop then I will." Without waiting for a reply the
attendant leaned over and sucked Martha's right nipple
into her mouth and tongued it with obvious expertise.
At the same time she moved her hands up the inside of
Martha's thighs and began to insert her left
forefinger into Martha's wet cunt while she gently
circled Martha's clit with her right thumb.

Martha starred at her watch with determination. She
was not going to give into this. When three minutes
were up she was going to tell this woman to leave her
alone. She was going to demand her cloths back, and
when the plane landed she was going to....

A loud moan escaped from Martha's throat as the
attendant began to stroke her clit between her thumb
and forefinger, and inserted a second finger into
Martha's hot pussy. She left Martha's right nipple
and kissed her way over to the left one. Martha began
to rock her hips in counterpoint to the attendant's
fingers fucking in and out of her sensitive cunt.

"No...no...no..." Martha's mouth continued to say
'no', but her body was saying 'YES!'. The attendant
finished sucking on her left nipple and began to kiss
her way across Martha's firm stomach toward her open
legs. She continued to work Martha's clit and pussy
with her fingers while she kissed and licked her inner
thighs right up to her cunt lips on each side.

Martha hooked a hand under each knee and pulled her
legs further back and apart, opening herself for the
attentions of this nameless woman. The attendant
planted her hot wet mouth on Martha's hot wet cunt and
began to flick Martha's clit with her tongue. At the
same time she reached up with both hands and began to
massage Martha's breasts, paying special attention to
Martha's hard nipples.

Soon Martha was almost bouncing up and down on the
edge of the counter humping her cunt against the
attendant's mouth. The attendant suddenly removed
her mouth from Martha's wet pussy and looked up at
Martha's face.

"It's been more than three minutes, do you want me to
stop?" she asked.
Martha was panting and moaning.

"Oh God no, don't stop." The attendant resumed her
ministrations to Martha's eager cunt. Martha released
her legs and grabbed the woman's head with both hands
pulling the attendants face firmly against her pussy
and humping her hips. She was determined there would
be no further interruption of this pleasure.

"Ohhh Goood. Ooohh Goood...." She chanted over and
over again as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure
washed through her body. He whole body tensed, every
muscle tightening, her leg's clamped around the
attendant's head, she rose up off the mirror.
"OOOOHHHHHGOOOOOOD" she whispered, then relaxed, her
body gong totally limp. The attendant stood up and
pulled Martha into her arms once again, stroking her
hair and back.

"That was wonderful. Wasn't it?" The attendant asked
Martha.

"MMMHHHMMM." Martha responded nodding her head as it
rested on the woman's shoulder.

"I have to go back to work honey." The attendant told
her. "You just wait here and your husband will be
right back in with your cloths." The attendant
unlocked the door, and started to leave.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Cathy." She turned and walked out
the door shutting it behind her.

Martha turned and looked at herself in the mirror.
How quickly my resolve disappeared once she got her
mouth on me, Martha thought. She reached down and
gently ran a finger over her wet cunt and in small
circles around her sensitive clit. As she rubbed
herself she closed her eyes for a minute remembering
what it had felt like to have that wo... Cathy lick
her most sensitive places.

Then the voices started in her head. 'This is wrong.
No matter how good it felt, it's a sin, a terrible
sin. It's evil, and if I go along with it then I'm
evil and dirty.' She stopped touching herself and sat
on the toilet again. The things she had been told
while she grew up came rushing through her mind.
Pleasure was the bait the devil used to get us into
his trap.

I'm being punished, she thought, for all those times I
rubbed myself at night in my bed. For all those
secret pleasures I never told anyone about. Maybe this
is my chance to redeem my self. If I can just resist
these temptations then maybe that will make up for all
those times I've had given in and pleasured my self.
She jumped when the door opened. Frank walked in. She
was relieved to see he was carrying a blouse and a
skirt for her.

Martha dressed in the almost transparent blouse and
short tight skirt that her husband had handed to her.
Both were much to revealing for her tastes. After she
was dressed Frank handed her a pair of high heels.
Martha looked at them dubiously, they were much higher
than she was used to wearing. Martha sat on the
toilet and put the shoes on. Frank took her hand and
helped Martha stand up. Her feet wobbled as she got
used to the heels. Frank reached into his coat
pocket.

"One more accessory for you to wear." He announced as
he pulled a diamond-studded collar from his pocket.
Martha tried to back away, but found herself against
the wall with no place to go. Diamonds or not Martha
did not want to wear a dog collar.

"No-" she said her voice cracking as she shook her
head. "-no, please, no. Don't make me wear that." She
looked up at him begging him with her eyes to spare
her that humiliation.

"Now Martha,-" he said, in a stern parental voice. "-I
spent a lot of money on this diamond collar for you."
Tears streamed down Martha's face as Frank placed the
collar around her neck and buckled it into place.
After buckling the collar Frank tested it by slipping
three fingers in between the collar and her neck,
then, after digging in his pants pocket, produced a
small gold pad lock witch he placed on the buckle to
keep the collar from being taken off.

Frank pulled Martha over in front of the sink and
stood behind her as she looked at herself in the
mirror. As she watched their reflections Frank's arms
surrounded her and his hands began to fondle her
breasts. As he tugged her nipples back into maximum
erection Martha decided that, despite of the
humiliation she was feeling, she did look extremely
sexy.

When Frank was satisfied with the erect-ness of
Martha's nipples he released her breasts and held his
arm out for her. Martha took Franks arm and he walked
her slowly back to their seats. As she walked
Martha's breasts swayed gently inside her sheer
blouse. Martha looked straight ahead as they walked,
not wanting to see the lust filled stares of the men.
Nor did she want to see the smirks or looks of
disapproval from the women.

"That's the slut who's been fucking her way to
Hawaii." She heard a female voice whisper as they
neared their seats. Martha could not remember ever
being called a slut before. Hearing the woman sent a
blush to Martha's face, to her surprise it also sent a
thrill through her body.

"Oh, by the way," Frank said as they sat down and
fastened their seat belts for the landing, "I have
invited Cathy to spend the weekend with us before she
flies back to the mainland."

Semper vale et salve
Norm

The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

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