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by Pamela Cougars

  Surprised, she screamed as she felt the tongue as it swirled around inside of her in all its magnificent beauty.

  With every move the made, she felt the hands on her breasts continued to massage her.

  She felt the passion intensifying by the second. Shelly’s head was reeling from every brilliant moment of the experience she was having. She realized at that moment, as her body elevated itself into a glamour that was nothing short of magnificent, that if she ended up dying as a result of this encounter, it might be worth it.

  Suddenly though, the tongue inside of her pulled back, along with the lips that were caressing her mouth and the hands that were thrilling her bosom and she was left for a moment in a strange sort of limbo. Her body wanted more however and when she was released, she turned around, seeing Dustin and Bronx and demanding a reason for their abrupt departure with her eyes.

  Troy was the one who spoke however as he pulled her face back to meet his. “We can’t let you have all the fun.” With that, Troy willed her up and turned her around to face Dustin and Bronx. She watched for a moment as the two men reveled in her beauty.

  Troy strapped his arm across her chest and grasped the aching moist heart of her with his hand, causing her to gasp. “Oh yes…You are so ready for us…”

  Even though her voice was unbridled, when she felt Troy caress her, she became paralyzed with euphoria, to the point where she could not even yell out, even though her entire body felt alive. All that passed through her lips was a sudden gasp, which was followed closely by Troy groaning with want and need.

  Hastily, he thrust Shelly down, directing her head into Dustin’s lap where his engorged manhood stood, erect and waiting.

  Crumpling to her knees in front of him, she took his pulsating member into her hands and carefully curved her mouth around it with gentle urging. She started out slow, caressing her lips around the tip and suckling the shaft just as Troy had done to her breasts. When she gained confidence and inserted him deeper inside of her mouth, she heard Dustin groan with encouragement. With her rear-end flung high in the air, Shelly was surprised at how erotic this motion was for her, as we well as the obvious pleasure she was bringing to the man.

  Soon enough, she felt Troy fondle her breasts, which were dangling in mid-air, while he ground up against Shelly’s behind. She groaned as she continued to reverberate the motion of riding up and down against Dustin. The long, thick smoothness of the man felt comforting against her and with every stroke, she felt a little bit more enlightened. She tweaked her method here and there, but eventually, she was able to make him shudder with pleasure every time she completed a rhythm.

  While the other men took their pleasure in her, Bronx played with her hair and rub her back, with one hand, while his other hand slid between her legs and massage her clitoris with a talented hand.

  Becoming immediately saturated with wetness, Shelly tried to bed herself the best she could into his hand, until he finally answered her needs and slid his fingers inside of her. When the careful penetration finally came, she gasped loudly and hastened her movements with her mouth.

  She writhed and shuddered at the plethora of sensations that were flowing through her. The pleasure that the men were providing her was almost too great. By now, the movements of the men could only be described as delightfully happy torture. The men seemed to know how to give her almost exactly what she wanted, so that Shelly was stuck in a limbo that teetered on the edge of absolute euphoria.

  This instantly got a rise out of Dustin. “Oh yes…Faster…” After a minor adjustment, she was able to answer his command.

  Troy also continued faster, winding his hands playfully around her bosom, tugging and flicking her nipples in the right manner, in order to keep them satisfied and alert. While she moved her body up and down against Dustin, she also thrust her pelvis, which was aching for more, towards Troy. She wanted so much for him to explore her body and she had no longer had any qualms about letting him know.

  Bronx was doing a glorious job, but after feeling the size and girth of Troy’s fiery brand, her body instinctively knew that he would be satisfying.

  Shelly realized quickly that in the throes of passion, all social courtesy was forgotten. She rubbed herself up against him with vigor, until finally; she felt Dustin’s glorious waves of splendor rocket into her mouth and shoot down her throat, giving her little choice but to swallow.

  She heard him moan and collapse against the couch as though with overcome with exhaustion, before she was pulled away, again by Troy. He grasped her breasts and willed Shelly to stand, so that Bronx could take Dustin’s place on the couch.

  After an extra a moment of bliss, Shelly looked down at Bronx and took in his tempting manliness. Bronx was a big shouldered man with rippling muscles that roped his entire body together. His chest was hard and inviting, while his waist shifted into a perfect triangle procession, which was lined with corrugated abs and ended with a member that made Shelly tremble with delight.

  Bronx spread his legs and took her in between them, while Troy guided her with a gentle embrace and Dustin ran his hands up and down her back from the side, before continuing where Troy left off caressing her breasts.

  Shelly squatted down carefully, while she felt Bronx thrust himself against her. Their essence melded perfectly and after a moment, as though his throbbing member couldn’t take it anymore, he inserted himself inside of her, causing Shelly to scream out loud with surprise. After the shock wore off and the feelings started to culminate, Shelly moaned and arched her back as Bronx eased himself in and out of her. She placed her hands on his shoulders to get better leverage, while his hands curved around her hips, helping to guide her. Shelly was impressed with how easily the two of them melded and for a long moment, she enjoyed the feel of him inside of her, filling her completely.

  After a moment though, she felt Bronx stop, so that Troy could bend her over slightly and ease his own arrow of love right between the cheeks of her buttocks.

  “Oh God!” She exclaimed, but after a split moment of discomfort, the potential exaltation of what the two of them were doing to her revealed itself to her.

  She giggled, focusing on how all three of them felt surrounding her. Now, with Bronx in the front, Troy in the back and Dustin continuing to ensure every inch of her body was covered in warmth and caresses, Shelly really didn’t want the intimacy to end.

  While Dustin stayed steady in his movements, Troy and Bronx stood up, sandwiching her between them and started to slowly work in and out of her at different times. When one thrust coming in, the other was pulling out, giving her an indescribable, fluid example of their enthusiasm to please her.

  “Oh God!” She yelled, now completely able to control herself as the two of them cautiously quickened their pace. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed without shame as the climatic gush of pure euphoria built up inside of her, ready to explode.

  Yet, not wanting the feeling to end, she willed herself to hold out from the epic moment of enlightenment. At once, she heard Bronx groan at the same moment she felt his ferocious seed spill into her, filling all of her with a completeness that she had never known before. Moments later, she felt one last, hard, quick thrust into her from behind before Troy’s love juices also shot into her, causing her to scream.

  After the two of them had finished, it only took a few fiery lunges to catapult Shelly into sexual oblivion. With a scream and a blinding force of tremendous passion, Shelly came, wildly and ambitiously. Her breath completely taken from her now, Shelly’s heart was beating so quickly she was sure that it was going to fling itself right out of her chest, but that didn’t matter to her now.

  In that moment, nothing mattered, except for the waterfall of emotions that were overtaking her. Shelly felt everything and nothing at the same time. Her needs were both infinite and enormously satisfied. During that volatile moment of absolute vulnerability, Shelly felt uniquely perfect, as though she had found the purpose of which she could base her entire life.


  After the moment passed however, the wondrous sensations did not cease right way. Instead, she felt herself convulse around the men as a tickle deep within her womanliness caused her to giggle.

  When the two men carefully pulled out, Dustin also pulled his hands back, so that the they all could rest and recover. Each of them piled onto the couch, exhausted.

  “I can’t do this anymore.” Shelly explained after the four of them had some time to calm down and regain some strength. Shelly now lay, strewn amidst the men who had shown her a completely new aspect of life, feeling a sense of jubilation that she hoped would never end.

  “What do you mean?” Troy asked, seeming somewhat alarmed. “With us?”

  Shelly looked surprised. “Oh…God no. Not with you. I never want to stop being with you.” She simpered and gave a small laugh, surprised at her candor, even now after everything they had done together.

  “Then what?” His eyes narrowed carefully as he tried to focus on what she was trying to tell them.

  “My life!” She explained, looking to each of the men. “All I have ever tried to do was make my parents proud, run the ranch and keep their memory alive, but in all that time, I was never really living.” She paused as the realization truly struck her. After contemplating what she truly wanted, she gained the courage to explain to them what she was thinking. “What would you say if I told you three that I would like to join you. I would liquidate the ranch and go on the run…” She beamed with the thought of having true adventures, in addition to having similar sexual experiences as the one she had with the men tonight, whenever she wanted. “What if I told you that I wanted to become an outlaw?”

  Knowing that it was Troy who made all of the decisions, her eyes rested on him, peering deeply into his gaze and trying to urge him in her preferred direction.

  It seemed to take an eternity for him to answer, but when he spoke, his eyes sparkled and even before he said a word, she grew giddy at his answer. “Well, I guess I would have to ask you what took you so long to make that decision.”

  “Really?” She exclaimed as her eyes gleamed with excitement.

  Troy made a submissive gesture in a teasing manner and gave a simple answer. “Well, it’s your funeral.”

  Ironically enough, after all of her fears over death, it took finally having the courage to put it out of its misery, after all those terrible years, was exactly what she needed to start her life anew.

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  Story 3

  Alicia scrolled through Craigslist, desperately looking for a job. She had just been registered as a nurse but was avoiding having to get on at a hospital as much as possible. The smell of them, the anti-septic made her sick. So did the speed at which they moved the emergency patients, the little kids and old ladies with broken hips. Alicia would much rather go into a private practice with a family doctor.

  She had graduated in a massive class and it seemed like all of her mates had planned better than she—most of them had jobs lined up for the moment they got their licenses. Alicia had been let go from the nursing home she had worked at for three years just two weeks prior to graduating. There was panic in her chest each time she sat down to search for a job. She wondered what would happen if she didn’t find anything, how she would pay off her loans, whether or not she was even qualified at this point to work as a manager at Burger King. Alicia had always been prone to anxiety.

  She took a deep breath, calming herself, and continued to scroll until she reached a promising headline.

  RN needed for paid internship/possible full-time position.

  Alicia clicked on it and skimmed through the posting. It was a doctor who ran his own practice and worked alone, in need of part-time help for at least six weeks. She wrote down the number and closed her laptop, dialing her cell phone with shaky hands.

  “Hello?” came the voice on the other end. His voice was deep and soft; Alicia relaxed a bit at the sound of it.

  “Hi,” she said. “My name’s Alicia Meyers and I am calling in regard to your Craigslist post looking for an intern.”

  “What are your qualifications?” the man asked. She swallowed, told him she’d just gotten her nursing license, that she had working as a CNA at a nursing home while she was in school. He paused on the other end for a moment.

  “Would you be willing to meet for an interview?”

  “Yes,” she said quickly, grinning and giddy. “When?”

  “In an hour,” he said. She agreed, desperate, and wrote down the address that he gave her. She got ready quickly, throwing on makeup and combing through her tangled curls, slipping into her most professional dress and a pair of modest heels. Alicia looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied, and grabbed her purse. She hoped she wouldn’t run into traffic on the way to the office. She always expected that everything would go wrong at any given moment, especially when she needed so desperately for it to go right.

  She arrived at the office in plenty of time, knocking at the door, shifting nervously in her heels.

  Alicia froze when the man answered. There was something about him that nearly knocked her from her feet—some sort of power glowing behind those green eyes. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a slim, firm frame. His greeting glance was hot on her face, intense and penetrating. She felt herself blushing as he invited her in.

  She was for some reason afraid to shake the man’s hand, afraid to touch him. He was beautiful in his own way—probably early fifties, body limber and languid in his movements, back straight and proud. Alicia kept her hands clasped in front of her as he gestured for her to sit down across from him at his desk.

  “I’m Xavier Cunningham,” he said. He extended his arm to hers and she had no choice but to take his hand. He held her eye as she did so, his lips curving into an enigmatic smile.

  “Alicia,” she said; her throat dry. “It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Cunningham.”

  “Did you bring me a resume?” he asked. Her heart fluttered with nervous energy. She had forgotten all about it in her rush to get to the office.

  “I’m so sorry,” she told him. “I completely forgot.”

  She was blushing hard, deeply embarrassed. Xavier leaned back in his chair, propping his long legs on the desk, grinning lazily at her.

  “It’s alright, Miss Meyers. I think you’ll do just fine.”

  Alicia was surprised and elated.

  “When would you like me to start?”

  “Tonight at eight.” His green eyes studied her face intently. He put his legs down and reached forward to take her hand again, brushing her palm with the tips of his fingers when he pulled away after a few long seconds. Alicia dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, confused and flustered, and stumbled over her words as she promised to return in a few hours. She felt his eyes on her back as she turned to leave, and it was all she could do to keep her legs working as she walked away from him.

  ***

  “Good evening,” he said in that lilting, melodic voice. He smiled at her, all charm, as he let her in the door. He locked it shut behind him and led her into the back room, where he saw his patients.

  “I need to ask you something, Alicia.”

  “Yes?” She tried to take deep breaths, to slow her heartbeat. She still wore her dress from earlier in the day, not sure whether she was actually beginning work or if he would simply show her the ropes. She had her scrubs folded up in the backseat of her car, just in case.

  “My practice is rather unorthodox,” he said. “I need to know that you can handle that.”

  She swallowed, meeting his eye, regretting it immediately when her body flushed hot under his gaze. He noticed. She knew he noticed by the w
ay he looked at her, amused and slightly surprised.

  “What do you mean?” Alicia asked. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She looked away, scanning the room. It was much like any other doctor’s office, the walls white and sterile, everything shining and clean.

  “You’ll see.”

  Xavier crossed the room and began to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders and folding it, placing it in a cabinet. Alicia watched him, unable to look away, fascinated by his lean muscles and his slim waist. He either didn’t notice or chose not to acknowledge her stare, instead reaching into a bag on the floor and pulling out a fresh white shirt. He put it on and turned toward her, rolling the sleeves to his elbows.