Love Taps

Story 08 – Forty And Out Of Control

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"Anal," was that the word that first came to mind. It was Saturday a little after midday. Friday had been my fortieth birthday. I was lying in bed with the worst hangover I'd ever experienced. I seriously wanted to die. I'd already visited the porcelain throne several times. Once, I'd even passed out on the cold bathroom floor tiles. My last trip had been the dry heaves. Unfortunately I was going to live to face what I had done for my fortieth birthday.

Minutes ago, Cindy brought me coffee and juice that I hadn't found the courage to touch.

"Where's Michael?" I asked her. I'm a single mom with two teenagers. Cindy's sixteen and Michael's fifteen. As part of my birthday celebration, I'd learned I was totally misinformed about my children's sex life.

"He went over to Roy's," said Cindy giving me a worried look. That look convinced me that what I thought happened last night when I got home had in fact happened. God, how was I going to process that? What should I say to Cindy and Michael? Maybe I'd just pretend that nothing occurred. We could go on as before. Perhaps that was best. Somehow I doubted I could pull it off. Too much water actually body fluids had passed under the bridge in the early AM.

Maybe I'm letting my imagination run wild. I took a small sip of coffee. I waited. Nothing came back up. I took another larger sip. After a little wait, I realized I was going to get better although I wasn't sure I wanted to. Brief snippets of memory about yesterday and last night kept coming back to me. I moaned every time I recalled one of the bad things. God I must be imaging these things I told myself. Booze and oh yes, marijuana sometimes cause you to imagine things. Surely I didn't smoke marijuana. I hadn't smoked since college. Then I remember sucking on Darlene's bong like my life depended on it. That's a hell of an example to set for Cindy and Michael. I was always warning them about drugs.

I'm not that kind of person I told myself with some finality. I'm a well-organized disciplined individual with an excellent memory and strong self-control. I made a decision to carefully recall the entire Friday from start to finish. Hopefully, that would put my mind to rest. Unfortunately it didn't.

Of course the morning didn't count. I'd worked collection problems. I'm the VP of Accounts Receivable for a Fortune 500 manufacturing company. With the economy on the skids, there were more than a few of those. Our customers were finding it difficult to pay our invoices and without those payments, we'd go bankrupt.

Even though everyone says that forty is supposed to be a psychologically significant birthday. I hadn't thought much about it. But my friends, co-workers, and relatives insisted on making an occasion of it. Even the married man I was occasionally sleeping with got into the act.

"Don't go off the deep end," advised my sixty nine year old mother when she called to wish me a Happy Birthday at 10:00AM. Unfortunately for me, I ignored her sound advice.

"Don't worry, Mom. The girls are taking me out for a drink right after work. I'll be home maybe an hour late," I said while making notes on my Accounts Receivable Aging Report. There was more than the normal amount of open invoices that were ninety days overdue. I wrote an email to my staff informing them that we were going to start a full court press on Monday and I expected everyone to be on the phone demanding payment.

"You know your birthday wouldn't be a bad time to make things up with Gale," added Mom bringing up the third rail that we hadn't touched upon in a year.

"Don't won't to hear it Mom," I answered.

"I'd hate to go to my grave with you two like this. I've got my seventieth coming up in two months," said Mom playing the guilt card.

"Look, I didn't spread my legs and invite Richard inside like she did for Raymond," I answered trying to control my anger. I was trying to be civil. I didn't want to make my mother cry on my birthday. Raymond was my ex husband. Three years ago, I had to run home because I'd forgotten an important contract that I needed for an afternoon meeting. When I walked inside I heard the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking coming from my bedroom. When I stormed in, there was my younger sister Gale and my husband doing the nasty. It turned out they had been screwing for years and dumb me didn't know it. That ended my marriage of eighteen years. It also ended my relationship with Gale who I had always considered both a sister and a friend. We hadn't spoken since that day.

Another disgusting thing was that when I told her husband Richard that his wife was fucking my husband, the bastard reacted by suggesting that we get together at a local motel to get even. Richard and Gale had patched things up and were still married. I wound up divorced raising two teenagers on my own. And now my mother wanted me to call Gale and tell her all was forgiven. Fuck that.

I lied to Mom that I had to take a call from the CEO to end the conversation.

So my morning passed without anything unusual happening. At noon, I told Pam, my Admin that I might be a little late coming back from lunch.

"Enjoy," said Pam giving me a knowing look.

I drove the half mile to my good friend, Faye's, apartment. Faye flies for Delta so she's gone much of the time. She lets me use her place for the occasional noontime tryst. Calvin was waiting for me in the parking lot. All right, so I'm having an affair with a married man. I didn't say I was perfect but Calvin's wife is not my sister.

Calvin is my age and married with three kids. He's one of the nicest, most thoughtful men I've ever known and an incredible fuck. We met a couple of years back when Calvin's law firm was doing some legal work for my company. We hit it off. He asked me out after telling me he was married. I went to dinner with him after which we found a sleazy motel and made love for hours.

We meet about once a month sometimes for dinner and sex and other times just for sex.

"I want to see you on Friday," said Calvin when he called earlier in the week.

"Friday may not be good. Any other day work for you?" I answered.

"No, it has to be Friday because that's your birthday and I have a gift for you. Plus I want to wish you Happy Birthday in my own special way," said Calvin.

"I'll call Faye and see if her place is available. I assume this involves the exchange of body fluids?" I teased.

"Possibly, if conditions are right," responded Calvin.

Well, conditions were very right and there was a trail of clothes from Faye's apartment door to the bedroom. In Calvin's terms, he ate and fucked the birthday girl to a series of mind-blowing orgasms. While we were catching our breath, he gave me a beautiful diamond wristwatch.

"It's too much," I protested after I'd kissed and hugged him. It was an Ebel and it looked like it cost a fortune.

"Quiet, no protests, I can afford it. They made me senior partner last year. Happy Birthday Gwen," said Calvin kissing me.

"Thank you," I responded as I slipped down in the bed to thank him in the way that all men prefer to be thanked. Not that I regard oral service a chore.

Calvin is not a tripod but he is damn close to it. I got busy sucking his cock and licking his balls. Lots of women aren't too keen about providing men oral especially after intercourse and their cock has been marinated in vie de cunt.

"It's like eating your own pussy," said one of the girls at work.

I started to ask what was wrong with that but managed to keep my mouth shut. After all I was management. However I love giving head and I especially loved doing Calvin cock when it was coated with his semen and my glandular secretions. To me it was like a special sauce that had a great flavor.

"Anal," said Calvin reaching toward his raised legs to grab his big toes. He pulled his legs back toward his head rotating his butt off the mattress to give me access to his anus. Yes, maybe that was where my fortieth started to reel out of control. I'd never eaten a man's ass before. I'd had mine eaten. Calvin was into anilingus as he referred to it. Moments before Calvin had tongued my sphincter when he went down on me. I'd been on my elbows and knees with my butt elevated and cheeks spread so Calvin could enjoy licking and fingering my butthole and pussy.

"Go ahead, Gwen, my butthole needs some loving," said Calvin sensing my hesitation. He pulled harder on his big toes so his butthole was almost pointed toward the ceiling. He was damn flexible for his age.

His butthole also needed a shower. Calvin was actually a very clean man and I'm sure he showered before he went to work but it was past noon. Sometime that morning, he'd had a bowel movement, perhaps more than one. Putting it bluntly, I was being asked to put my mouth on a hairy shit-streaked asshole and lick it. But when I thought about it, I'd visited the Ladies Room that morning and had a quite satisfying elimination. My GI tract is as regular as clockwork. Every morning between 9:00 and 9:30, I eliminate solid wastes. Calvin had never complained or hesitated about what he found lurking around my anus.

Attack or retreat were my options. I could suggest we take a shower together. I'd get my fingers nice and soapy then work them up his asshole. Once he was clean, we'd get back in bed and I'd eat his hygienic butthole until he begged me to stop. Calvin would understand. He was that kind of human being. He probably hadn't realized that he needed freshening up. Then my thinking veered in the other direction and that was decisive. I could do the nasty.

Don't be such a ninny, Gwendolyn, I told myself. You're forty now. You've been around the block. Eating a lover's dirty ass won't kill you.

And with the unorthodox and irrational idea that being forty somehow made it all right I put my mouth on Calvin's filthy hole and attacked. I was committed. I ignored the smell at first then I told myself to love the smell and I did. I licked the crusty brown streaks clean then went directly at the center of his sphincter. Shit tastes awful but not that awful. I moistened the wrinkled opening with my mouth, loosened it up with a couple of fingers then pushed my tongue inside a shit-lined inch. I tongued the opening performing the same function that I would have in the shower. I licked the outside and the inside of his asshole clean. After Calvin's butthole was as clean as my tongue could make it, I put three saliva-covered fingers in his anus and worked his hole while I sucked his cock until he deposited his third load on my tongue. For a not so young guy he could whip up enough tertiary jism to make a girl happy. I raised my head and stuck out my tongue to show him what he had given me before I swallowed it. Calvin like most men was into the visual.

"That's wonderful, Gwen, you're the best," sighed Calvin.

"Not bad for forty," I answered. Afterwards we showered and hurried back to work.

***

"Someone's at the door," said Darlene jumping up to answer it. Given the number of tequila shots we'd consumed and the fact that Darlene was buck naked except for a short robe she grabbed from somewhere I was surprised she was eager to answer the chime.

We hadn't as I'd expected gone to a nearby bar for drinks. Darlene drove me to her house where four of my co-workers were waiting for a little surprise party. This close-knit group of six women refers to themselves as the 'survivors'. We all work for the same company and have stuck it out through thick and thin. At least once during our monthly get together we all stand up and lip-synch the Destiny's Child hit.

The six of us started work at roughly the same time. Over the years, we'd gotten together monthly, sometimes more often to commiserate about women in the workplace. We bitch about the glass ceiling, unequal pay, male egos, and certain of the male bosses who didn't mind telling a girl that her promotion or raise depended on her dropping to her knees and providing excellent oral service. Over the years, we'd done what it took to get ahead in a man's world and if that included giving head then so be it. We considered ourselves tough seasoned femme warriors who had paid our dues.

We supported one another as we advanced through the ranks of company management. Each of us did all we could to help the other's career. We were all about the same age. Four of the six including me were divorced. Marcia and Linda were still married but Linda's marriage was shaky. She'd recently discovered that Larry, her spouse of eighteen years had developed a penchant for sucking cock and had a Puerto Rican boyfriend. Larry's offer to share bi-sexual Renaldo with Linda had not been welcome.

"The bastard actually showed me pictures of his lover's cock and told me how great it was. Can you believe that?" said Linda the night she told us about Larry's affair.

"Was it a big one?" asked Renee the most sexually uninhibited one of us.

"Yes, but it wasn't circumcised," responded Linda.

"Yeech," was the universal response. For reasons unknown, we all considered foreskin unattractive. Later that night I developed a real taste for uncut cock.

I was the senior of the group and the one who had reached the highest position in the company. My reaching forty was something of a milestone.

We'd done several tequila shots as I opened my gifts. It was the usual collection of dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and butt plugs that working girls without husbands give one another. Over the years, I'd given and gotten my share of marital aids. One of the dildos was a double-ended monster. It was marvelously detailed and realistic but the girth of the mushroom head dwarfed that small hole between my legs. Then I recalled that Calvin's cock wasn't that much smaller and I had been thrilled when he pushed himself inside me. I made a mental note to try the dildo at the first opportunity. I had no idea opportunity was going to come knocking so soon.

"And what am I supposed to do with the other end," I asked Marlene the giver. I was holding the eighteen inches in the center as I flicked my tongue across the pink latex faux piss hole.

"There are two options, double penetration or find a nice girl that the opposite end fits," laughed Marlene. Marlene was a slightly overweight redhead who worked in Human Resources. Rubenesque applied to Marlene's figure. In spite of the extra pounds, Marlene had sex appeal that was hard to ignore. She was also very open about the fact that she liked sex with both men and women. She was the company's top salesman and had never failed to make or even double quota. Since she traveled often for the company, she had more opportunity for engaging her sexual taste than the rest of us.

"I've done more one night stands than the Grateful Dead," was how she described her love life.

Combine a half dozen hard working female executives, several tequila shots, and the presence of sex toys and you have the potential for things getting pretty raunchy. Throw in the fact that Darlene had lighted up two water bongs and we were passing them around taking serious hits of high octane British Columbia grass and you had the makings for improper behavior.

Proper business attire for management is stressed at the company and the old-line senior management frowned on women managers in pants. All six of us were wearing tailored business suits. We'd discarded the jackets as soon as we got inside Darlene's.

"Everyone relax," commanded Darlene hiking her skirt up and pulling down her pantyhose. The rest of us followed suit. Pantyhose are murder after a long day at the office. We normally took them off as soon as we could.

With just us girls present we get pretty careless about keeping our legs crossed in a ladylike manner. In fact, I think we purposely sit around showing off our upper thighs and crotches in an act of rebellion against a male-dominated world. Men don't have to worry about someone looking up their skirt at staff meetings.

"I see something it would fit," I said pointing to between Marlene's legs. Everyone laughed. Marlene was reclining on Darlene's very comfortable couch with her legs spread and wearing sheer panties. I'd seen Marlene naked several times. We both went to the same health club. But there was something different when I took a close look. She had a tattoo across her pubic mound. That was new. At least it was to me.

"When did you get that?" I asked once more pointing toward her crotch.

"My pussy, I was born with it," responded Marlene attempting to be funny.

"You know what I mean, the tattoo. Let me see it," I said.

"I'll only show mine if you show me yours," said Marlene reaching down to cover her crotch with her hand.

"What is it?" chimed in Doris who was sitting on the same side of the room as Marlene and had no idea what I was referring to.

"A tattoo," I said. "Marlene has a tattoo on her pussy."

"Oh let me see," said Doris. "I've been dying to get one but I don't have the nerve."

"I'm not flashing my cunt unless the birthday girl shows hers," announced Marlene with an air of finality.

"You don't think I'll do it," I said slowly getting to my feet. I'd done four shots of Jose Cuervo and standing up took more effort than I had thought.

"Let's have a strip off," said Renee.

"Strip off, what the hell is that?" asked Darlene who was walking around handing out another round of shots.

"It's a game we used to play in my sorority. Two girls face each other. They flip a coin to see who goes first. One girl takes off an article of clothing then the other girl has to remove the same article or something close. First girl to chicken out loses," said Renee

"Give us all a chance to see the birthday girl in her birthday suit," said Marlene. "I don't plan to chicken out."

"And we get to see Marlene's mysterious tattoo," I responded.

"I got a quarter, call it Gwen," said Darlene tossing the coin in the air.

"Heads," I answered and it was heads.

Marlene and I were dressed similarly, skirt and blouse. I unbuttoned my blouse, removed it and dropped it across a chair. I was wearing a very expensive sheer LaPerla bra. That was there for Calvin's sake. I have large dark areola and they clearly showed. The room got quiet. A little sexual tension started to build. Marlene unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her sizeable jugs encased in a lacy bra. It was her turn to take something off.

"Let's get real," said Marlene reaching behind her to unsnap her bra. Marlene upholstered her puppies, grasped her pale pink nipples in two fingers and pulled and twisted them like she was a stripper working for tips. I'm competitive by nature sometimes too competitive. I tossed off my bra, grabbed one of my boobs in my hand and raised it to my lips and licked it. There was a loud 'ooh' from the others. I can only conclude that the six of us must have been drunk out of our minds.

But looking back on that night I recall that things had gotten a little weird the last time we partied together. It was two months ago at Marcia's home. We canceled last month's get together because several of us had colds. We were in the room that Marcia referred to as the Home Entertainment Center. Marcia's husband had just bought a big screen plasma television one of those high definitions sets. The screen practically covered one entire wall.

"What does porn look like on it?" asked Marlene.

"Terrific, it's a real turn on," answered Marcia.

"Oh I want to see," said Linda.

"All right but let's draw the blinds and cut the lights. The couple next door are too nosy for their own good," said Marcia.

Marcia returned from the master bedroom with a handful of DVDs.

"How about 'Backdoor Debutante #11'" asked Marcia holding up a plastic case.

"Sure, must be terrific for that many sequels," I chimed in.

I was sitting on the couch between Marlene and Linda. We sat there in the dark watching this blonde with augmented tits that looked extremely unnatural sucking and fucking two well-endowed Hispanic males. At first, we had all made some lighthearted comments about how we did really get turned on by porn. Porn was a guy thing. Then things got quiet. The room was dark except for the glow from the television. We were on our third daiquiri. I sensed Marlene rising up so she could pull her skirt up to her waist. One of her bare legs pressed against mine and I felt a rhythmic vibration though her leg into mind

When I glanced over her way and down, I could see her hand was in her crotch and her legs were wide apart. She'd pushed her thong to one side and was masturbating.

"Marlene, you can't get off here," I whispered.

"Why not? Darlene and Marcia are," responded Marlene.

"Let's have a circle jerk like they do in the Boy Scouts," said Linda standing up to unzip her skirt and let it drop. Linda pushed her panty down and stepped out of them. Competitive me stood up and dropped my drawers then unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra up over the top of my tits.

"Sounds cool, I'm game," I said as I sat back down and took myself in hand.

"Circle jerk, what's that?' asked Renee.

"My kid brother was an Eagle Scout. The scouts would sit around the camp file in a circle and each guy would jerk off the guy next to him.

"But I was a girl scout," said Darlene from a totally dark side of the room.

"This is how real girl scouts do it,' said a drunken Renee walking over to Darlene's chair and kneeling down before it. Renee leaned in between Darlene's legs. In the dark, we couldn't exactly see what Renee was doing but when Darlene hissed, "Oh yeah girl, that's the way to eat pussy." We all knew what was happening.

In the dark, we used our fingers to masturbate one another. Except for Renee who noisily munched Darlene's rug. Marlene, Linda, and I fingered each other's clit as we watched the screen. Everyone had an orgasm inside of three minutes. We acted embarrassed once it was over and Marcia flipped the lights back on and stopped the DVD. The conversation drifted back to work.

I hadn't thought much about that incident. I put it down to the booze, lack of good sex, and dealing with stress. Actually I had good sex with Calvin but once a month wasn't enough. Whether it was my fortieth birthday or a normal progression of horny mature women or both, we seemed to be headed further in the direction of lesbian group sex. The sound of a vibrator being switched on caused everyone to turn toward Renee. She'd gotten rid of her panty and hiked her skirt up to her waist. Her legs were spread over the arms of her chair.

"Does it mean I'm a lesbian if I'm getting turned on by you watching me? I better warn you I intend to eat some pussy before the night is over," laughed Renee. She was a skinny blonde who'd been recently promoted to Director of Product Marketing. Our inhibitions had vanished. Unlike last time, the lights were on.

Everyone was turned toward Renee. She was using two of my birthday gifts, a small vibrator on her clit and a dildo in her vagina.

"Jesus fuck, I've got to get one of these," said Renee working the humming tip of the vibrator over her button.

It was my turn in the strip tease. I reached down unhooked my skirt and unzipped. Then never letting my gaze leave Marlene I let my skirt drop to the floor. I was down to my panty. Marlene quickly followed. Moments later, the two of us were facing each other without a stitch of clothes.

"So tell us about the tattoo, Marlene," I said as I widened my stance then reached down to rub my pussy. My entire body felt awfully warm as I massaged my clit.

"Ride to Live, Live to Ride," read Linda leaning in to examine Marlene's tattoo. "It's also got the Harley Davidson logo." Linda let her fingers dip into Marlene's slit and the two exchanged a tongue kiss. For some reason, I felt jealous. I'd never been attracted to another woman. Well, attracted enough to do something about it. But it was my birthday and Marlene was mine if I wanted her. I recalled that Marlene had recently purchased a brand new Harley Davidson street bike.

"Are you going to join an outlaw biker gang?" I asked.

"Thinking about it," said Marlene spreading her legs wider so Linda's fingers had better access to her sex. The tattoo was located right over her pussy.

"Did it hurt?" asked Doris kneeling down beside Linda to get a better look.

"Like blazes," answered Marlene.

"Did a guy or a girl do it?" asked Doris adding her fingers to Linda's love button massage.

"Earl Renfro of Renfro's Palace of Skin Art put that baby there," said Marlene.

"Wow, it's almost on your clit. I'd get turned on if a guy was working down there," said Doris.

"Not if he was jabbing you with an electric needle," answered Marlene reaching down to pick up the double-ended dildo and a plastic bottle of Astro-Glide that came with it. "You girls stand aside so I can show Gwen the Birthday Girl how to work one of these."

Marlene casually squirted some lubricant on one end of the sex toy then applied it evenly with her hand. She separated her legs placing one foot on the arm of the couch. Then right there in front of us, she reached down with the other hand, parted her labia, fingered her vagina open and slide the dildo tip in a couple of inches. Marlene let out a little gasp of discomfort.

I have no idea what possessed me but I took the four steps to Marlene wrapped my hand around the latex shaft and pushed it six inches inside her. Marlene exhaled loudly but didn't yell or cry out. I pulled the dildo back out and pushed it in harder. You could tell I was hurting her and you could also tell she was loving the hurt.

"Take it all bitch," I said looking her in the eye. The room got totally quiet.

"You're turn, cunt, show us what you're made of," challenged Marlene. Her eyes never left mine as she handed me the Astro-Glide. I lubricated the other end, rubbed some on my pussy and climbed on the chair facing her. It was a little tricky especially since we were both drunk but I managed to get the tip in my hole. You could have heard a pin drop in that room

Our eyes were locked together as I inched forward taking in my half.

"Bury it, you slut," said Marlene reaching behind me to grab my ass. She used her arms to pull us together.

"This is so fucking hot," said Linda reaching down to rub our breasts.

"What now?" I asked Marlene.

"We rub our clits together," she answered then kissed me with an open mouth. We did some serious tongue kissing. I remember thinking at the time that I had crossed over a divide. My first lesbian sexual encounter was underway at age forty.

Movement wasn't all that easy but we did manage to get our love buttons pressed hard against one another. We kissed and fondled each other's boobs as we gyrated our hips together. Around me, I heard the sound of clothes being removed. To my right, Renee was eating Doris's snatch. Others were taking advantage of my birthday presents and the quiet hum of vibrators filled the room.

It was at that moment, the doorbell rang and Darlene ran to get it. I just assumed it was somebody selling something and that Darlene would send them on their way. I almost pissed myself when moments later the room filled with eight young men dressed in police uniforms or what I took to be police uniforms. Actually, it was a group of eight college students working as male strippers. They were enrolled at the local university trying to make a few bucks dancing at all girl private parties. The group was just forming and was headed by Darlene's cousin, Rex. Darlene had persuaded Rex that it would be good for his group to work a party where there were several female managers of a top firm. Normally, the guys worked alone or with a partner. But they were still in the early stages of getting started. The idea of a group party would permit everyone to learn how to handle themselves with a horny group of drunken broads. At least that was the line Darlene used to sell the idea to her cousin.

I'd been to several parties where a single male stripper showed up with a boom box to dance. I'd noticed that in recent years, the parties had gotten wilder. At a recent batchelorette party for Nancy one of my accounts receivable clerks; the dancer had ended the show by taking the bride-to-be into the bedroom and screwing her. Before that, her maid of honor had pulled the guy's briefs down and fellated him right there in the middle of the living room. Once she had him hard, he's grabbed Nancy by the hand and escorted her into the bedroom. Zoe, the maid of honor had shut the bedroom door and stood guard or we would have followed and watched. Regardless, the sounds coming out of the bedroom didn't leave any room for the imagination. And for that matter, Nancy had bragged how the dancer's cock was so much bigger than Edward the groom she'd be too sore to fuck on their wedding night. Things had certainly changed since the wedding shower that my mother threw for me before I was married. I couldn't recall a single off color remark let alone anyone sucking cock or getting laid. That brought out the passing thought that my sister Gale and Richard had been unaccounted for during my rehearsal dinner. I wonder if the traitorous cunt was fucking my prick of a husband before the wedding. I wouldn't put it past her. I had been faithful to Richard until I caught him with his dick in my sister.

I wasn't sure how Nancy's behavior related to the question of martial fidelity. Nancy told me later that Edward's groomsmen took him to a motel room where two hookers showed up to suck and fuck all present. "Since we hadn't said our vowels yet, it didn't count," was Nancy's explanation of why pre-marital fidelity wasn't an issue.

Since I wasn't still married, I didn't owe fidelity to anyone. Plus I was drunk and horny making it with a girl for the first time. But like Nancy I had my excuse. I'd just arrived at my fortieth birthday.

There I was naked with one end of a double dildo inside my vagina, rubbing my clit against another. Marlene was sucking hard on my nipples when Darlene walks up with her cousin and announces, "Rex, this is Gwen. It's her birthday."

At that moment, a boom box started blaring and the men began to dance. I started to move away but Marlene wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in close.

"They've already seen us. No point in stopping until it's time to gang bang the birthday girl," said Marlene.

Marlene and I rubbed out doughnuts together as the guys gyrated around us. The other women shed whatever clothes they were still wearing. My God this is going to be an orgy I told myself. I'd already climaxed once. Marlene's fingers were working my clit as two very well built muscular college boys surrounded us. Both had beautiful bodies and just looking at them turned me on. They danced with their cocks covered only by a narrow band of spandex within inches of our faces.

We six survivors of the corporate environment were certainly letting it all hang out on the occasion of my birthday. The guys were trying to do their show but we drunken horny women kept grabbing at the Speedos trying to expose their meat.

"We want meat. Give us meat,' screamed Linda who had latched onto a Hispanic dancer and was struggling to lower his brief. She had partially exposed him and was attempting to put her mouth on the end of the peter poking above the waistband.

The black man working his hips to the music kept putting his hand up to block Marlene or myself from grabbing the waistband. Finally, when we both reached for it at the same time, he gave up and allowed us to pull down his briefs. "Enjoy," was Rodney's comment as he swung his dick back and forth in front of our faces.

"Wow, that's a big one," said Marlene hefting his oversized male member. Using his cock as a handle, Marlene pulled Rodney closer.

"Open wide Gwen, let's see how much of this monster you can take," said Marlene angling the cock head in the direction of my mouth.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and flicked my tongue across the head. At that moment, the other dancer, a blonde with a terrific tan and the body of a Greek God placed his cock between the two of us. 'Kyle' as stenciled across the butt of his spandex briefs. Marlene went to work on that one. Around us the dancing had largely come to a halt and fornication had begun.

Marlene and I sucked dick, swapped dick to suck, did some serious tongue kissing then more sucking before we finally felt an overwhelming need to be on our back with a man between our legs.

The black kid, his name turned out to be Rodney, plowed me for a while then swapped with Kyle the blonde.

"Give it to her in both ends. It's her birthday," directed Marlene.

I assumed what was the first of gangbang positions, table with pricks in my mouth and pussy. I lost control. I was moaning, cursing, yelling for them to fuck me harder. The guys started changing. I remember being in a dozen different positions.

"Give it to her in all three holes," I recall Marlene saying. She licked my asshole then applied Astro-Glide to my backdoor. She used her fingers to loosen me up. I let out a whoop when somebody put their cock in my ass. I recall squeezing his dick with my ass muscles. Another recollection was being on top of a guy with his cock in my ass. From somewhere I recall that is named 'reverse cowgirl'. After a while Kyle was kneeling between my legs fucking my pussy while I raised and lowered myself fucking my ass. Under Marlene's direction, another dancer stood over me and fed me his pecker.

"Look everyone, Gwen's doing a triple," shouted Marlene once all three studs were pounding away.

It was becoming a night of firsts. I'd never had two cocks inside me before let alone three. I would hit the big 'O' relax for a second then climb right back up Climax Mountain for the long slide down the other side. I was having an excellent birthday.

Everyone was gathered around chanting, "Go, Gwen," or something like that. After a while, Darlene had all six of us get in a row on our knees and elbows and the eight studs worked up and down the line screwing us in the ass or pussy, their choice. A couple of the girls experienced anal intercourse for the first time that night.

At some point, the guys blew their final loads and ran out of steam. They called it a night, dressed and crawled out the door. I put some of my clothes back on and staggered into Darlene's kitchen. The number of the Yellow Cab Company was posted on a corkboard by the kitchen phone. I called and asked for a cab to come and pick me up. Darlene wanted everyone to spend the night but for some reason I insisted that I needed to get home for my teenage children. Like they needed a drunken horny Mother. Actually, the real reason was that I wasn't finished celebrating my birthday even though it was close to midnight. I'd just fucked eight young athletic males and far from being satisfied. It had whetted my appetite.

***

"Garages all smell alike," I remember thinking as I had a brief moment of lucidity. After my sense of smell made that observation, my hearing detected the sound of a man and woman grunting. It turned out I was the woman grunting each time the man on top of me forced his cock deep into my pussy. My legs and arms were wrapped around him as I desperately pulled him into me each time he thrust forward. "Fuck me harder. I'm forty and I can take anything you got," I was shouting.

Behind him was a long line of males and two females waiting their turn with me. The idea of females participating in my gangbang struck me as odd but that didn't deter me from burying my face in their smelly cunts to get them off. When their turn came, they stepped up, took off their jeans and straddled my face. I ate their pussy like my life depended on it and their secretions covered my face when they hit the big 'O'.

My time at the garage was the fuzziest in my memory. At Darlene's, I'd lost count of the tequila shots and the drags off the bong. I'd been screwed in all my orifices by eight different college studs. But somehow in the back of my mind, I was telling myself that what happened at Darlene's was just a first course. I was still hungry for the entree. I know that seems insane after two thirds of a dozen young well-endowed college studs had pounded my holes with all the energy and intensity of youth. What I needed at the time was something different. I needed to walk on the wild side. I wanted to get down low and dirty. Something that in all my hard working disciplined life I had never attempted.

I remember lurching down the walk toward the cab driver that was holding the car door open for me. And when I staggered to him I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. I let my hands fall to his butt and pulled his groin to mine before I fell into the back seat. I was wearing shoes, skirt and a jacket that I had buttoned. All my underwear and blouse were still at Darlene's.

The next thing I remember was someone saying, "Where to, lady?" I managed to straighten up enough to make out his name that was spelled out in large block letters on the cab operator's license fixed to the dash. His first name was, "Jagannadhan." I can't recall his last name but it was very long and impossible to pronounce.

"Jaganan, Jaguwar, what are you from?" I asked.

"Everyone calls me Jagie. Mumbai in India," replied Jagie.

"How long have you been in the US, Jagie?"

"Eleven months, I an studying chemical engineering at the university. Where do you wish to go?"

"A place where they practice the Kama Sutra," I answered thinking I was being wildly funny and terribly clever.

"We would have to drive to Mumbai," responded Jagie.

"Well, how about a place where an overworked and under fucked female executive can get laid?"

"Seriously, lady, where do you want to go? My shift is almost over and I must return the cab to the garage," said Jagie.

"The garage, are their lots of men there?" I asked.

"Where," asked Jagie not comprehending?

"At the garage," I said.

"Yes, when we change shifts at midnight, the garage is very crowded," said Jagie.

"Good, let's go there," I said.

"That's against the rules," said Jagie.

"It's not against my rules. Look, I need to get laid some more. Just take me there and I will screw everybody in the place. It's my birthday and I want to celebrate," I said.

"My birthday was last week," said Jagie.

"That's nice. Want to fuck me. I'll do you right now if you'll take me to the garage," I said. I lifted my legs and placed them on the far ends of the front seat. I was spread wide. I lifted my skirt, licked my fingers and stuck them in my cunt and started playing with myself. I also unbuttoned my jacket so Jagie could see my tits.

"You're sure?" asked Jagie.

"Find a dark alley and you can do what you want with me," I said continuing to finger my twat.

Apparently I said the magic word because the cab quickly turned into an alley. It was pitch black. I remember sitting on the seat with the door open. Jagie stood there while I fumbled his zipper open and sucked him hard. He was not circumcised. That seemed very exotic and third world to me at the time. Once he was erect, I fell backwards and he climbed between my legs and pumped me until he dropped his load.

"Another driver will have to take you home," said Jagie when moments later we pulled out of the alley.

"I won't leave until I fucked forty guys," I said. "I want forty dicks in my pussy." One of the girls in my high school had celebrated her sixteenth birthday by inviting sixteen guys over to her house for sex. Her name was Gloria Simmons and she was the unofficial school slut. I remember wondering at the time what it would be like to have sex with that many men and how little Gloria must value her reputation. Now, decades later, I was out to more than double Gloria's gangbang.

Jagie just shook his head and drove. Twenty minutes later, we passed a long line of cabs parked alongside a one story building in what I took to be an industrial park on the outskirts of town. Jagie opened the door for me. I paid him the meter amount plus a good tip. He walked me into the place. It was what I expected. There were dozens of maintenance bays where cabs were being repaired. There were quite a few men and some women hanging around. Everyone looked like a foreigner except for a very few.

I followed Jagie into an office marked, "Dispatcher." There was an older white guy seated at a desk. He was fiftyish, balding, overweight, and there was the stub of a cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a headset and there was a microphone in front of him.

"What's up, Jagannadhan?" asked the man.

"This lady insisted I bring her here, Mr. Hardy," said Jagie.

"What the hell you want, honey? We don't need any drivers. We got a waiting list a mile long," said the man looking at me with interest. My jacket was open and I'm pretty sure one of my breasts was exposed.

"She says she wants to have sex with forty men," said Jagie answering for me.

"Shit, that sounds interesting. Why forty?" said Mr. Hardy craning his neck to get a better view of my tit.

"It's my fortieth birthday today," I said slumping into a nearby chair. With all the booze and dope I'd consumed, staying vertical had its problems. Mr. Hardy was staring at me intently, probably trying to figure out if I was for real. I moved my knees apart and spread my legs apart to convince him of the genuineness of my intentions.

"Jesus, you got spooge running out your slit now," said Mr. Hardy pointing at my pussy. "That belongs to Jagie?"

"He fucked me on the way here," I said matter of factly while reaching down to run a finger between my labia then bringing that slimy finger to my mouth and licking it.

"You should have used a condom. Jagie. No telling what you might get from a slut like her" said Mr. Hardy. "Whores carry diseases."

"I prefer bareback," I answered. I don't like condoms. I don't use them with Calvin and I never used them when I was married.

"She suck your dick too, Jagie," asked Mr. Hardy.

"I sucked his cock and stuck my finger in his asshole to get him hard before he fucked me," I said once again answering for Jagie.

"Well, if you're serious, you can start your quest for forty by sucking me off. Just a blow job though. I don't dip my wick into anything this crowd's dropped their load in," said Mr. Hardy readjusting his position in his chair as he unzipped and unbuckled his trousers. He pushed his shirt up to reveal a thick roll of fat around his middle.

"Well, what you waiting for? Come and get it, slut," said Mr. Hardy scooting down in his desk chair. Looking back on it the oddest thing is that I was excited about sucking this disgusting pig's cock.

"I go now to settle up with the cashier," said Jagie anxious to leave.

"Yeah, you do that," said Mr. Hardy flopping his legs apart.

I stood up, took a couple of steps and sunk to my knees. His crotch gave off a heavy smell of unwashed flesh and cigar tinged by the aroma of urine. I was beyond worrying about things like that. I reached in, found what I wanted then hauled Mr. Hardy's Johnson out.

"Open your jacket and pull up your skirt, slut. I need something to look at," said Mr. Hardy as I leaned forward to lick the head of his pecker.

"Gwen," I said as I swirled my tongue around mushroom head. I pushed my suit coat off my shoulders and hiked my skirt up to my waist.

"What did you say, bitch?" said Mr. Hardy reaching down to squeeze my tits. He pulled my nipples out examining them.

"My name is Gwen, that's short for Gwendolyn," I gasped as he pinched my breasts digging his fingernails into the soft flesh.

"Gwendolyn, that's a fancy name for a cock sucking whore. You married, Gwendolyn?"

"Divorced." I said lifting his member up to take a long lick on the ridge of skin that runs from a man's balls along the underside of his dick. I was looking him straight in the eyes as I played my tongue all over his smelly cock. There was something about the tawdriness of what I was doing that was causing my pussy to catch on fire. I reached down and rubbed my clit. I moaned, exhaled deeply, and rubbed some more.

"Pussy need a little touch of mama's hand, Gwendolyn," taunted Mr. Hardy. "Hubbie catch you screwing the mailman and send you back to the whorehouse where he got you."

"I caught him fucking my sister," I said.

"So whoring runs in the family," said Mr. Hardy who was quick on the uptake when issuing family insults.

"My sister's a whore," I answered flicking my tongue across his piss hole.

"Ever eat her pussy?" asked Mr. Hardy.

"No."

"Not a pussy eater, huh?"

"No, never," I said. All though I would have certainly wound up muff diving with Marlene if the strippers had not arrived.

Mr. Hardy leaned over to the microphone, flicked a switch in the base and spoke, "Laverne Schuyler, Dispatcher Office."

I was working to get Mr. Hardy off. Taking long deep sucks that ended with my nose pressed into a wall of soft fat. My nostrils were full of his curly pubic hairs. His lard belly pressed against my forehead as I fought to swallow his pecker all the way to his balls. I took everything the fat bastard had then snaked my tongue out and licked the underside of his balls.

"Have a little cider," said Mr. Hardy. For a moment I had no idea what he was talking about. Then I detected the taste of pre-cum and drops of warm piss flowed into my mouth. The bastard strained his guts and a few more drops of pee squirted in my mouth.

"Hey, what the fuck you doing?" I demanded taking my mouth off his cock. A squirt of piss landed on my chest and dribbled down on to my breasts.

At that point, he slammed a small leather object down on his desktop. For its size, it made a surprisingly loud thud as it landed. Mr. Hardy reached down and grabbed me by the hair.

"Know what this is, Gwendolyn?" asked Mr. Hardy waving the object in front of my face. I could see it better but still had no idea what it was. It was black, about eight inches long and made entirely of leather. The end in Mr. Hardy's hand was narrower and the other end was wider and thicker.

"No," was all I could manage as my mind tried to cope with the fact that for the first time in my life someone had peed in my mouth and I had swallowed some of it.

Stupid cunt, you must have been raised in a convent. It's a black jack, a sap. We called them nose busters when I was growing up. Now I'm going to piss in your mouth and you're going to swallow every drop or I'm going to flatten that pretty little pug nose all over your kisser maybe take some teeth out too," said Mr. Hardy brandishing the black jack in my face then once again slamming it down on his desk.

"All right, I'll swallow," I said realizing there was no other choice. I could only imagine what that black jack would do to my facial bones. And there was this little voice in my brain that told me to go ahead and see just how depraved a forty-year-old woman can become.

"You're getting smarter, Gwendolyn. Now just relax and gulp it down. I got a lot to give you. I've been swilling coffee all night and too busy to go to the john," breathed Mr. Hardy as he relaxed to begin emptying his bladder. I can't quantity the amount. I just kept swallowing until he stopped. My stomach did a couple of flip-flops before he was done. But I kept everything down. I told myself that a belly full of rank urine was better than a broken face.

Obviously, humiliation was Mr. Hardy's thing because after he pissed in my mouth he got hard as a rock. He also got quiet and I could sense that his respiration rate was building. That meant he was about to blow. I put one hand on the base of his balls extending my index finger to press his crusty asshole. I wrapped the other hand around the shaft and stroked him as I kept his pecker inside my mouth alternating between sucking hard and tonguing hard.

Mr. Hardy made three little grunts, grabbed the back of my head with both hands and forced his peter into my throat. I felt his semen squirt out onto the back of my tongue. I was able to back off and suck on his piss slit as he squirted. I held it in my mouth for a few seconds savoring the flavor then gulped it down.

"Delicious,' was my only comment as I licked the head of his cock.

"Cum and piss are a great combination like bacon and eggs," said Mr. Hardy reaching down to work his cock and balls to force out the last dregs of semen. I kept my mouth open resting his cock head on my outstretched tongue.

Mr. Hardy relaxed for a few seconds then leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"You suck dick like this nigger crack whore that used to come around here. She loved to swallow a jism and piss cocktail. But she charged $10 where you do it for free. She's a whore but you're a slut."

I kept licking his balls all the while staring him in the eye. When I looked down, a good-sized residual drop of semen had formed on his piss hole. I maintained eye contact as I snaked out the tip of my tongue, deftly flicked off the drop and swallowed it.

"I suck dick better than any crack whore," my competitive nature responded.

"Hey Laverne, how they hanging?" said Mr. Hardy in a loud voice looking past me.

"How was it?" asked the heavy set woman in dirty mechanics coveralls standing just inside the office doorway. Her hands and fingernails were covered in grime. I hadn't heard her enter. I'd been too busy swallowing Mr. Hardy's jism.

"First class job of dick sucking, Laverne meet Gwendolyn, Gwendolyn meet Laverne."

"Hi," I said wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"What's up? No. 247 busted a strut in a pothole and we need to have it ready for first shift tomorrow or we'll be short a cab," said Laverne.

"Laverne is a very dedicated employee," said Mr. Hardy opening a desk drawer to extract a wet-wipe in a foil package. He carefully peeled opened the foil, extracted the wipe and proceeded to clean his dick while he talked.

"No. 247 can wait a bit. Gwendolyn here has offered in celebration of her fortieth birthday to screw forty employees of The Yellow Cab Company," said Mr. Hardy.

"Damn sweet of her, Happy Birthday slut," said Laverne who build wise was the female version of Mr. Hardy, fat and squat but a few years younger.

"Gwendolyn, what does that placard say over on the bulletin board?" said Mr. Hardy pointing to a nearby corkboard. I had no idea why he kept calling me by my full name. Perhaps it amused him that a tramp had a nice sounding name. I should have told him I was named Tiffany or something like that.

"Starting January 1 ^st , there will be an additional $10 charge for first shift," I read.

"Not that, you stupid cunt, the one under it," said Mr. Hardy once again pointing.

"Discrimination on the basis of sex, age or national origin is strictly forbidden," I read.

"Good, the whore can read. Now you just can't come in here and fuck the men. You have to do the women too. Laverne is just dying for you to munch her rug. Aren't you, Laverne?"

"Sure, my twat is practically melting it's so hot," said Laverne in a voice that indicated she was less trilled with the idea.

"Come on Laverne, help Gwendolyn out. She's forty today and never stuck her mouth on a female box," said Mr. Hardy.

"That true?" asked Laverne showing some interest. Laverne looked to be about forty.

"Yes, I've never done it with a girl," I said. That wasn't quite true but I could split hairs. Girls in my daughter's high school who admit to oral but not vaginal sex refer to themselves as 'half virgins'. It was an age of semantically fine points when it came to sexual labels.

"Well, all right, Gwendolyn, I'll do right by you and let you munch my rug. You keep quiet about this, Earl not a word to Mary," said Laverne.

"Mary and Laverne are wife and wife, show Gwendolyn your ring, Laverne," said Mr. Hardy.

Laverne stuck out grease stained left hand. There was a gold wedding band. Laverne grabbed the zipper tab of her coveralls and pulled. Laverne had several rolls of fat overhanging a vagina that had never seen a razor. A thick mat of curly black hair started right below her navel and extended in a wide delta to her hipbones. It rose into a veritable forest of long pussy fur as it traveled between her hairy legs.

"Laverne believes in au-natural when it comes to body hair," said Mr. Hardy.

I'd already noted the tuffs of hair in her armpits. There were even a few black hairs protruding from each nipple.

"I don't believe in changing what God gave me," said Laverne stepping out of her coveralls. She was naked under her one-piece work suit. At the moment she was wearing a pair of heavy work boots.

"I bet it makes her pussy wet just looking at you. Doesn't it, Gwendolyn?" said Mr. Hardy.

"Cut the crap, Earl, get over here bitch and lick my twat," said Laverne sitting down in an office chair and throwing her legs over the arms to expose herself to me. She reached down to part her thick labia giving her cunt a couple of strokes to wake it up.

I crawled the few feet across the bare carpet on my hands and knees.

"Start with my asshole. My rhoids been acting up and a little mouth massage will help me relax,' said Laverne scooting down to expose an anus surrounded by a thick ring of hair. Protruding from the pucker was an inflamed bubble of red rectal tissue. Like every woman who's given birth I know about hemorrhoids. But nowhere in any sex manual or book of depraved acts had anybody ever mentioned providing them with oral stimulation. From the looks of the scar tissue surrounding Laverne's anus, I could tell she was no stranger to hemorrhoids. Her butthole had the appearance of a cauliflower that had been roughly handled. There were tiny flaps of scar tissue circling her brown eye.

As my face approached her butt hole, I inhaled the odors of a pussy in need of a serious douche, urine, stale shit, Preparation H, and a smell I had a vague memory of but couldn't identify.

"Automatic transmission fluid, I spilled the crap all over me," said Laverne somehow sensing my questioning nostrils.

"I bet Gwendolyn never made mouth love to a case of hemorrhoids before. Have you, darling?" said Earl Hardy.

"Shut up Earl and let the whore work. Be very careful with my shithole, honey. It's sore as a boil," said Laverne.

I formed my lips around the small sphere of inflamed flesh and gently licked. I tasted shit and Preparation H not a savory combination. The red ball of flesh was surprisingly warm.

"That's a relief," breathed Laverne after I had been sucking on her butt for a while. "The burning and itching have stopped. Now use your tongue to push it back inside my asshole. Easy does it."

I put the tip of my tongue on the hemorrhoid and pushed it slowly back inside her sphincter.

"Tongue fuck me. Eat that butt," said Laverne getting into it. She was working her pussy with her fingers as I probed her rectum with the tip of my tongue.

"Shit fire and damnation, you're a piece of work, Laverne, making her suck on your rhoids," said Mr. Hardy.

"Sweetheart, you just love to eat my nasty butt, don't you," exclaimed Laverne grabbing a handful of my hair to yank my head up so we could look each other in the eye.

"Yes, its wonderful," I replied.

"I'd say from smelling your breath and looking at that little round belly of yours that Earl here let you swallow a load of that toxic waste he calls piss," said Laverne.

"She took a full bladder load. I was about to bust," chimed in Earl.

"Big birthday for you, forty years old, swallowing piss and sucking on an old dyke's piles," laughed Laverne as she moved my head from her asshole to her pussy.

"I'm having a great time," I said taking a long swirl of my tongue around her clit.

"I'm just going to close my eyes, relax, and let you eat my snatch," said Laverne.

The small office got quiet. The only sounds were those my mouth made as I licked and sucked those small hunks of flesh located between the forests of hairs that tickled my ears. It didn't take long before Laverne grabbed my head in her hands crushing my face against her sex as she shook and convulsed through a heavy-duty orgasm.

"Oh shit, that was good. Honey, you can come back and eat my holes any time you feel the need. I'll even talk Mary into a three way," said Laverne reaching down to stick her fingers in her vagina. She swirled them around in her hole then extracted them dripping with pussy wet.

"Stick out your tongue, Gwendolyn and have a birthday snack," said Laverne extending her fingers toward my face.

I bent forward took the fingers in my mouth and sucked them dry.

The sound of "Rashid Dalawhi, Dispatcher Office," filled the room as Mr. Hardy used the public address system to summon my next fuck.

"Shit, you turning her over to the Dalawhi brothers?" asked Laverne.

"I thought Gwendolyn would enjoy multiple partners to get her holes all opened up. Besides I owe Rashid a favor," said Mr. Hardy.

"I hope you're not Jewish, honey," said Laverne.

"Southern Baptist," I replied. I was still on my knees slowly licking the fluids that were seeping out of Laverne's cunt.

"Small world, I was raised Southern Baptist. Of course, now the Baptists don't want anything to do with a couple of married dykes. But it's good you not a Jew girl because the Dalawhi brothers are Palestinians," said Laverne.

"Tell Gwendolyn about what they did to the twins, Laverne," said Mr. Hardy.

"I'll give you the short version. I don't hold with what they did to those girls just because they're Jews but according to Rashid the Israelis did even worse to their sister a few years back. So I suppose they got cause," said Laverne.

"Rashid's brother, Mansoud, spotted these two JAPs at a Rave he was running over in the Cummins Industrial Park. Mansoud used to drive a cab for us but he quit last year. They'd tried to sneak in using fake Ids. They were barely fifteen. But Mansoud told the door guy to let them in anyway, bad ID and all," said Mr. Hardy.

"They were real pretty girls. At least they were when they got here. Someone at their high school had told them about the Rave and they'd decided to fake spending the night with a girl friend and find out what life's all about," said Laverne. "Young pussies out looking for adventure. Well they found it."

"Their daddy's an orthopedic surgeon over at Saint Thomas Aquinas Hospital so the family wasn't hurting for dough," said Mr. Hardy.

"You know the story, rich kids searching for thrills. Mansoud brings them in, makes them feel special. Mansoud 's something of a lady killer if you're bent that way," said Laverne.

"Bastard could charm a bull dyke out of her panty," said Mr. Hardy.

"I doubt that. A true dyke doesn't want anything that resembles a pecker in her hole," said Laverne.

"Then he starts them on Liquid Ecstasy. That shit really fucks you up. Inside of an hour, the two little bitches didn't know up from down," said Mr. Hardy.

"Mansoud calls his older brother Rashid on the cell. Before you know it, they got the two cunts in a back room where they proceed to deflower them. Then they let a bunch of their Palestinian buddies all have a piece of Jew pussy. Rashid says that when the Israeli's picked up their fourteen year old sister for being out after curfew the first thing they did was gang rape her. After the Israeli police had dropped a load in her orifices, they put her in a cell with a bunch of criminals, rapists, and sex perverts. The police left her there for a couple of days. She was supposedly a virgin when she was arrested," said Laverne.

"After the twins been thoroughly fucked in all holes, the youngest of the Dalawhi brothers, Hassan, arrives," said Mr. Hardy.

"Hassan is the baby of the three and the meanest. He caries a little black bag of tools he uses to work on people he doesn't like and if you're Jewish he does not like you at all," said Laverne.

"Hassan is studying to be a doctor so he knows about the human body. He gags them then gets to work on their tits with a rubber mallet and an iron bar. He goes about it like he was a butcher tenderizing a cut of tough of sirloin. He breaks down the fat and muscle fiber reducing it to mush," said Mr. Hardy.

"Two sets of very sweet young breasts were transformed from something that would give the Pope a hard on to resemble blueberry pancakes that had too many blueberries. Hassan pounded away until those tits were ruined for life," said Laverne.

"How awful," I said as I kept slowly licking Laverne's cunt. It was kind of amazing how it kept slowly generating lubricant. I started wondering if it was possible to become dehydrated in that way.

"When the Dalawhi sister finally got home, some Israeli had flattened her tits with a mallet. So I guess we're still talking payback," said Laverne.

"But that was just the start. Next Rashid shaves their heads. He was a barber back where he comes from. Made them look like two cue balls. Women are sure ugly bald," said Mr. Hardy. "He shows me some pictures of them with hair and then afterward he'd shaved their skulls. They looked like shit.'

"Crazy bastards then wrote all kinds of sayings from their Muslim bible on the girl's bare skulls using indelible ink," said Laverne. "That's the kind it's hard as hell to remove."

"It's called the Quran," I said joining the conversation between licks of Laverne's very wet pussy.

"What's that, bitch?" asked Laverne.

"The Muslim bible is called the Quran," I said.

"Pussy eating slut needs to show how smart she is," said Mr. Hardy.

"Even whores can be smart. They wrote in that funny alphabet things that their Jesus said. You got to be one of them to know what the fuck it says," said Laverne.

I stayed quiet this time. Correcting a woman whose cunt you are eating did not seem like a good idea.

"You think shaving their heads and ruining their tits would be enough; but Hassan drives over to this all night market on Windsor Avenue and buys some fruits and vegetables. Then as if they had not done enough to the little bitches, they pound them up the twins fuck holes," said Mr. Hardy laughing as he added, "crazy fucking Arabs" pronouncing Arab as a two syllable word with heavy emphasis on the leading A.

"They pushed these vegetables into their assholes and cunts. It was a fucking mean goddamn thing to do," said Laverne.

"Rashid said that is how the Israeli soldiers send their women home. They fill their pussies with fruits and vegetables so the poor Palestinian family has something to eat. That's a pisser, ain't it? Filling their holes with food," said Mr. Hardy who apparently found the idea hugely funny.

"What kind of food?" I had to ask. I was curious.

"The way Rashid explained it first they pushed an artichoke in their pussy as far as it will go. They used the mallet handle to shove it into their uterus," said Laverne.

"An artichoke, you're kidding me?" I said incredulously. I loved artichokes but I seldom was willing to take the time to peel off the tough hard petals that surrounded the edible core. I couldn't fathom the damage that an artichoke would do to the walls of a woman's birth canal. Getting it out struck me as near impossible.

"What's the fucks an artichoke?" demanded Mr. Hardy feeling left out.

"It's a vegetable that has tough spiny petals. You eat the center or the heart of the artichoke," I said.

"For being so smart, you can suck my rhoids again," said Laverne sliding down further to once again expose her butthole. Her hemorrhoid had reappeared as I guessed it would. I put my mouth over it and massaged it with my tongue.

"Bet it ripped the bitches pussy to shreds," said Mr. Hardy giving every indication that watching Hassan ram an artichoke up a fifteen-year-old girl's pussy would be high on his agenda of things worth seeing.

"Once they buried the artichoke in their cunt, they sealed their pussy with an eggplant," said Laverne.

"That's the big fat purple squash. The wife likes them," said Mr. Hardy anxious to display his knowledge.

I was too busy sucking and licking that warm bulb of flesh protruding from Laverne's rectum to comment. I can't imagine the pain associated with having an eggplant stuck inside your vagina.

"They pushed two large cucumbers way up their butts. Hassan coated them in shortening and pushed them as far as the mallet handle would reach," said Mr. Hardy. "And this is the crazy part, they put the twins in Rashid's cab and drive them home all the way out to Buckhead. It was almost dawn when they dropped the girls on the front porch and rang the doorbell. By that time, the liquid Ecstasy had started to wear off and they were rolling around holding their guts. Can you imagine, Gwendolyn, what their parents thought when they went to the front door and found their daughters, bald, with ruined knockers, and holes full of food," said Laverne.

"They must have been horrified. Did they call the police?" I asked.

"If they did, we never heard about it," said Mr. Hardy.

"Next day, Rashid was walking around showing off a set of pictures he'd made with a digital camera. It showed the twins sucking and fucking all these guys at the Rave. He posted over a hundred pictures on a WEB site along with the girl's name and address," said Laverne.

"That would be something to live with for the rest of your life," said Mr. Hardy.

"That's almost as bad as what Murray did when he caught his wife Samantha fucking her boss down at the radio station," said Laverne.

"What did he do?" I was interested. If I had any nasty pictures of my sister Gale I certainly would have put them out on the Internet for all to see. Unfortunately, Gale had always been camera shy.

"Murray had some pictures of Samantha screwing the family dog, a Labrador retriever named Charlie," said Mr. Hardy.

"Samantha and slut are synonymous. Girl would fuck anything and I do mean anything. A couple of times the two of them got down low on the booze and drugs. Samantha decided Charlie could use some pussy and proceeds to suck and fuck the hound. Murray captured the magic moments for posterity. Time goes by and Murray forgets all it. But after Samantha was awarded most of Murray's paycheck for alimony, he remembers a shoebox full of dog fucking pictures. He downloads them to a WEB site whose only purpose is to take revenge on ex's. Put the bitch's name and address on the corner of every photo," said Laverne.

This intriguing conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the three Dalawhi brothers.

"What do you need, Mr. Hardy?" I heard someone say. I turned to see three young men who looked to be Middle Eastern. They were slender good looking young men. I've always been attracted to foreign types.

"Say hello to Gwendolyn, guys. She's looking to fuck forty drivers of The Yellow Cab Company to celebrate her fortieth birthday. I figure you three can be her first," said Mr. Hardy.

"Looks like she's already gotten started," said the oldest of the three. He turned out to be Rashid.

"Just a technicality. Would you like to take Gwendolyn to the driver's lounge and fuck her? After that, tell the other drivers, she's available," said Mr. Hardy. "Whoever fucks her last has to take her home."

"Certainly, it would be our pleasure," said Rashid.

Rashid and his brothers struck me as the kind that loved to fuck drunken American woman who managed to come their way. Cab drivers meet more than their share of liquored up girls stumbling out of the clubs. If the girl or girls are too full of booze or drugs to protest, the ride home includes a brief stopover for a quick fuck.

I stood up on wobbly legs and walked over to the three Dalawhi brothers. I put my arms around Rashid and kissed him.

"I hope the three of you want to fuck me at the same time," I said.

"We plan to," said Rashid taking my breasts in his hands and kneading them.

I practically swooned with pleasure as the two other brothers crowded around me pulling up my skirt to fell my ass.

"Get going. I've got a cab company to run," said Mr. Hardy dismissing us.

They took me by the arms and lead me to another part of the garage where there were a number of torn leather couches and an old pool table. It was empty except for a couple of drivers shooting pool.

"Get naked," was all Rashid said when we got there.

That was easy given that I was wearing a skirt and a jacket with no underwear. I was in my birthday suit in a couple of seconds.

"What's up with the slut, Rashid," asked one of the pool players leering at my nakedness.

"Lady here wants all of us to fuck her," answered Rashid.

"She drunk or on something?" asked the guy.

"From the looks of her, I'd say she was pretty fucked up. She was eating Laverne's snatch when Earl called us to the office. You can have her when we're done," said Hassan.

"Okay, I hope you like it up the ass lady because that's exactly where my cock is going," said the pool player.

The next several hours passed like a blur. It was like pulling a train at the United Nations. I had no idea that cab drivers were so ethically diverse. I recall Palestinians, Iraqis. Iranians, Egyptians, Jordanians and that's just the Middle East. There were several Filipinos, Indonesians, Indians and a Pakistani. I recall sucking cock then fucking my way Mexico through Central America and on to Brazil.

I ate out two female drivers. One of them climbed on top for a sixty-nine then invited two guys to fuck our holes while we ate cunt. I wound up with a massive pair of balls resting on my forehead as he rammed her hole. Occasionally, he'd yanked it out and put it in my mouth.

"That's right, Gwen, suck that cock, lick all the pussy off it," said the driver when he changed holes. Toward the end, he went deep into her ass reaming her out. He pulled it out so I could suck his dick stained with her shit. The other guy was doing the same at the other end of the fuck fest. When she and the drivers finally blew their load, we exchanged kisses and I could smell my shit on her breath.

Luckily, I caught fire sexually and fucked every driver like a nymphomaniac on speed. I was screaming for them to fuck me harder as I wrapped my legs around their waist and pumped like a woman possessed. I gave it everything I had. Drawing my belly button in to my backbone to squeeze whatever piece of meat was inside me.

For oral, I opened wide, put their cockhead at the opening of my throat and forced it down my gullet. I was a woman possessed. It was one long continual orgasm and I just couldn't get enough.

Any aversion I had to uncircumcised cock was rendered moot by the simple fact that almost none of them were circumcised. I got used to pushing that foreskin back so I could wrap my lips around the offered cock head.

The biggest cocks were a couple of black men from Senegal who filled both my holes with what looked like nine inches. I experienced my first interracial sex adding both black African and Asian to my sexual resume.

After the two Senegal studs dropped their loads in my holes, this nice young Caucasian boy from Ottawa, Canada shows up to finish my gangbang. He was the one who drove me home. I remember making him stop once so we could fuck again. I sucked his cock all the way to my house.

***

"Is she all right," Cindy asked the cab driver that had dumped me on my bed like I was a sack of potatoes.

"She's more than all right. She's terrific and there are forty drivers at the garage who'll swear to it. Maybe more, we sort of lost count after thirty-five, said the cabbie.

"Thanks for bringing her home. Do we owe you anything?" asked Michael.

"Nope, all on Yellow Cab, some of the guys wanted to take up a collection for a birthday gift but she wouldn't have it," said the cabbie. "She kept yelling that she wanted her birthday gift in the form of body fluids."

I was almost out of it. I could hear and I knew what was going on around me. I just didn't have the will to open my eyes and get involved especially with my children present. Somehow I had managed to get my skirt, jacket, and shoes back on.

I stayed quiet as the cab driver and Cindy left the room for a few minutes. Maybe I was too embarrassed in face my children after what I had done. I didn't have to wait but a few seconds before I realized that I wasn't done celebrating.

I felt my skirt being lifted. Michael was still in the room. He'd lifted my skirt to take a look at my pussy. Not surprising given that he was an average teen-age boy whose hormones were flowing.

"Nice of him to bring her home and carry her inside. What are you doing, coping a feel?" said Cindy.

"Yep, sure am. That's a well-fucked pussy. It was also nice of Mom to let him and his buddies have a piece of tail. From the look of her cunt and what the cab driver said, I say Mom pulled a forty car train," said Michael.

"That's not like Mom. Wonder what got into her?" asked Cindy.

"Forty plus hard cocks, I'd say. Looks like yours the night that you and Rhonda rode back from the regionals on the same bus as the team. It's got that same 'I've been fucked silly look," said Michael. "Look at how red her pussy lips are. They're just like yours the night you and Rhonda took on the Payton High Panthers."

"Rhonda talked me into it. She said the team deserved it for wining. It wasn't forty, maybe half that," said Cindy.

"Traveling squad has forty two players plus the coaches and the managers. Did you give Dwight the Dork a piece?" said Michael.

Somehow I could sense that Cindy and Michael were standing beside the bed making out as they looked at me.

"Football is a team sport so we did everyone including Coach Meyers and Dwight. Dwight Edmonds is a nice guy and smart too. He's going to be valedictorian when he graduates. Coach Meyers says he does a great job of taking care of the team's equipment. And he's got a terrific cock," said Cindy defensively.

"Bigger than this," said Michael.

"Jesus, you're hard again. We've already done it twice tonight. That's all you're getting," said Cindy.

"Maybe I see another opportunity for some strange? So bigger or not?" asked Michael.

"I have to close my eyes and check," said Cindy laughing.

"Check out my balls too. You're always telling me what a huge set of low hangers I have," said Michael.

I heard Michael's breathe quickening. Cindy must have been stroking his cock.

"Same, it about the same," said Cindy.

"You should know. I remember when we were in middle school. Roy Stark and we used to make Dwight suck us off in the locker room. The way he loved to suck dick I'm surprised the faggot likes girls," said Michael.

"He likes them just fine. Trust me. We better get her undressed," said Cindy.

"I'll help," said Michael.

"Michael, she's your mother. I'll do it," said Cindy.

"And I know just the nightgown I want to see her in," said Michael.

I heard the sound of one of my dresser drawers opening. I have no idea why I didn't open my eyes and tell Michael and Cindy to leave the room. Their conversation had both surprised and fascinated me.

"Are you out of your mind! She'll go nuts when she sees we put that on her. Besides she's saving it for a special occasion," said Cindy.

"Like the next time she spreads her legs for lover boy Calvin," said Michael.

"Hey, cut her some slack. She's entitled to a little fun. She works hard and she takes good care of us," said Cindy.

"You're right. She's a great mom. That's why I want to show her how much I appreciate her," said Michael.

"You actually want to fuck your own mother?" asked Cindy sounding incredulous.

"Sure, why not? Every guy my age has at one time or another thought about slipping it to his mother. Freud said it was natural. This may be my only opportunity to join the motherfuckers club," said Michael.

"Rhonda claims she did her mother one night after she passed out drunk on the kitchen floor," said Cindy.

"Really?"

"Yes, really, Rhonda was so pissed at her that she cut all her clothes off with a pair of kitchen shears then wrote 'whore' and 'slut' on her pussy and tits with a felt tip. That was after she went down on her," said Cindy.

"Wild, what did her mom say?"

"Nothing, what could she say?"

"Mom's not going to complain either. She won't be the first mother to get screwed by her off spring."

I felt fingers stroking my pussy. I let out a sigh as the edge of Michael's thumb passed over my clit and he squeezed my labia together.

"Look, you squeeze her pussy lips and jism oozes out. Mom's got a full cream pie," said Michael.

"Eat it," said Cindy her voice growing husky with lust. "I want to see you eat her sloppy cunt."

"I will if you will," said Michael defensively. Cindy is the alpha child of the two.

"She'll have a fit if she wakes up and we're licking jism out of her vagina," said Cindy.

"So we get grounded, big deal,' said Michael. "Let's quit worrying about how she might react. I'm not. I'm going to get me some Mommie tail."

"All right, but let's get naked first," said Cindy.

I felt Michael getting up off the bed. Where was my will to stop what was about to happen? I'd never before had the slightest inclination to engage in sex with my children. There had been a few times when Michael's buddies were at the house that I'd thrown a wistful look toward those young hard bodies. Michael's best friend, Roy Stark, had actually hit on me several times. During the summer, when we were sunbathing around the pool, I let him put sunscreen on my back. But I stopped him when he slipped his hand under the waistband of my bikini and started applying SPF 17 to my bare butt. I recall that there was a considerable bulge under his swim trunks and it took all my willpower not to find out exactly how big and powerful it was.

"Mom's pussy looks like yours. Hers had big thick lips too. There must be a gene for larger than normal pussy lips," said Michael his hand reaching down to part my labia and explore my vagina with a couple of fingers. God I was still horny. I wanted to fuck some more. I automatically thrust my cunt against his fingers.

"Quit delaying, cream pie eater, get busy and munch that nasty rug," said Cindy.

Fingers spread my labia and Michael's tongue probed my hole. I felt his bare legs on the inside of my thighs. I could feel and hear him sucking jism out of my cunt.

"God, there must be a fucking quart in her," said Michael.

"Pint for you, pint for me," laughed Cindy. "Here, help me raise her legs. Let's check out her backdoor. I want to know if Mom has taken it up the ass."

I felt Cindy's and Michael's hands grab my ankles and raise my legs upward and back toward my head.

"Jism is oozing out of her butthole," said Cindy. "Her ass has been ridden hard tonight."

"Mother and daughter both love anal," said Michael.

"Brother too, Roy told me what you two do over at his house," said Cindy.

"Shit, we both swore that we would never tell a soul. Motherfuck, that fucking asshole can't keep his mouth shut," exclaimed Michael.

"Or his asshole, he said you two were into sucking dick and fucking each other's ass," said Cindy.

My legs had been lowered but Cindy held on to my ankles. She had me spread wide. Michael was busily performing cunnilingus on me. The fact that my son was willing to lick the jism of other men out of my pussy surprised me. I thought that kind of hardcore depravity was reserved for adulthood.

"Jesus, when did he tell you that?" said Michael.

"Last week when I made him my slave," said Cindy. "You look so sweet eating Mom's pussy just like an angel."

"Slave, what the shit are you talking about?" asked Michael.

"I'm his dominatrix, his mistress. He's my slave," said Cindy. "Don't eat it all, save some for me."

"Damn, he's always talking about S&M. He goes out on the WEB to sites where guys are getting spanked or having their balls squashed by some bitch dressed in leather. He's really turned on when the girl sits her pussy or ass over his face and smothering him."

"Yeah, that's the coolest. His nose was practically in my asshole and his mouth was in my pussy. He almost passed out."

"Wow, maybe your little brother would like you to try that with him," said Michael between long probing licks inside my cunt. His or Cindy's fingers were working my clit and I began to moan.

"If you do a real good job of sucking cum from Mom's cunt, I just might agree to snatch smother you. Roy says I look hot with my hair pulled back. I wear my high heel boots and leather mini and bra. He took some pictures of me holding a whip. Haven't you noticed the nice shine on my boots? He did that with his tongue," said Cindy proudly.

"Fucking Roy, but why did he tell you about us. He promised," said Michael.

"Don't be so hard on him. Actually I sort of made him tell me. It was after I turned his butt cherry red with a fraternity paddle that his brother had. He broke down and cried like a baby. He said he had been a bad boy and deserved to be punished for sucking your cock and letting you fuck him in the ass," said Cindy.

"Roy's a sick motherfucker. What else did you do to him?" asked Michael eating my cunt while he conversed with his sister. I must say that I was seeing a side of my children's life that I didn't know existed. I learned last year Cindy was not Miss Innocent when I discovered a supply of birth control pills in her room she'd acquired from the Planned Parenthood Clinic downtown.

After that, we'd had a mother and daughter talk about sex where I learned that Cindy had given her first blow job at age twelve and lost her virginity at fourteen. She was very open about liking sex and aggressively participating in whatever interested her.

Since twelve was the same age that yours truly had swallowed her first load of jism in a closet at Marjorie Todd's birthday party I didn't have much right to criticize. We were playing spin the bottle and I had a crush on Marjorie's older brother John so when out turn came to go to the closet, I let him force me to my knees and stick his cock in my mouth. A couple of sucks and I had my first load of semen to swallow. I remember how proud I was that I had successfully given my first blowjob.

I was also fourteen when I allowed my cousin Frank to deflower me during a family picnic at Big Bear State Park. We kids went for a hike but Frank persuaded me to separate from the others. He made me suck him hard then he handed me a condom to put on his cock. As soon as I rolled that rubber on his prick, he turned me around and bent me over a fallen tree. Down went my shorts and panty and in went cousin Frank's cock. It hurt a little but I still liked it.

Due to my early sexual history, I didn't have much to complain about. For that matter, both Cindy and Michael were straight A students who had never been in trouble. Cindy was a cheerleader, captain of the field hockey team, and president of her class. Michael was a standout on the wrestling team who had come in second in the state. Both were members of the National Honor Society. His wrestling coach told me that Michael was the best he'd coached in a decade.

After our little talk, I cautioned Cindy about STDs and getting a bad reputation. I told her that I was always available to discuss any aspect of sex with her and I would not be judgmental. Michael seemed too interested in sports to be sexually active so I'd put off talking to him. I had mentioned to my ex that he needed to talk to his son about the facts of life. But Raymond the irresponsible bastard had ignored my suggestion as usual.

Now I was lying in my bed with my son eating my cunt with my dominatrix daughter playing with my tits. It was a lot to process and I decided to put it off for later. I made a loud sigh when Michael took my clit in his mouth and started to suck it.

"Mom likes," said Cindy responding to my sigh.

"I'm a good pussy eater," said Michael.

"You should be I trained you," said Cindy.

"Yours isn't the only pussy I go down on," said Michael.

"I know. Leslie told me that fat Megan Crawford spread her meaty thighs and let you eat her swamp. That girl is so fucking disgusting. She's never shaved her cunt. She doesn't believe in it," said Cindy who had sat down on the bed beside me and was casually rubbing my tits, squeezing with my nipples. I have very sensitive breasts and I was on the verge of an orgasm.

"Roy brought me some S&M paraphernalia. He ordered it off the Internet," said Cindy leaning down to suck my nipples.

"What did he get you?" asked Michael.

"A strap on cock to fuck him in the ass, a couple of whips, a ball stretcher, and a big bottle of lube," said Cindy. "He also ordered this set of leather cuffs and chains so I could tie him up so he can't move. It's fun to chain him up and work on his cock. I bring him to where he's about to blow then I back off. I keep doing that until he's begging for release. He cries so sweet and he's so pathetic that I finally give in and let him shoot his wad on the basement floor. Then I make him crawl on the floor and lick his jism up."

"Really, that sounds so fucking hot," said Michael between licks of my vagina.

"Last night, I chained him up in his basement and whipped him until he was crying like a baby. Then I made him suck my rubber dick before I fucked him," said Cindy.

"Do it to me sometime. I'd like that," said Michael.

"Two slaves would be better than one. Rhonda might join us. She wants to explore her dominant side. My turn to eat Mother's pussy," said Cindy swapping places with her brother.

Much to my everlasting shame I laid there as Cindy ate my pussy and Michael squeezed and sucked my nipples.

"Hand me those pillows," said Cindy.

"What are we going to do next?" asked Michael.

"Roll her over and eat her asshole. You know what they say. All men want to eat pussy but real men want to eat asshole," said my daughter displaying wisdom well beyond her years.

They rolled me over onto a pair of pillows to elevate my butt. Having anal sex with my children struck me as so absolutely perverted that I felt another orgasm coming on. Cindy's hands grasped my buttocks and pulled them apart to expose my anus.

"Looks like half of the forty guys dumped their load in her ass," said Michael sticking a finger in my rectum and twisting it around. I moaned because in spite of the depravity of the act. It felt so damn good.

"Show me what you got, little brother. Put your mouth on her ass and suck it," said Cindy.

"You got to do it too,' said Michael.

"I can't wait to suck Mom's butt. I'm only letting you go first because you're my sweet little motherfucking brother," said Cindy.

Michael's lips surrounded my anus. His tongue probed my brown hole open. I felt suction and the sensation of fluids being drawn out of my rectum.

"How does she taste?" asked Cindy when Michael halted for a minute.

"Terrific, it's so fucking nasty. Here, your turn," said Michael.

This time it was Cindy who worked my anal aperture open. I decided to help her out. I squeezed my guts tight and a slug of jism and whatever traveled into Cindy's mouth.

"Fucking hot, man. She squeezed a cum dump into my mouth. Want to share?" said Cindy.

"Sure," said Michael.

The sounds of very prolonged and deep kissing filled the room.

"I want to fuck her in the ass," said Michael. "It might be my only chance I ever get to fuck my mother."

"Let me suck your cock first," said Cindy.

I lay there like I was on another planet as my daughter sucked my son's cock. They both stuck a finger in my ass at the same time and moved them around. After a while, Michael mounted me. As soon as Michael put his cock in my ass I climaxed.

"Shit, mother just got off," said Cindy.

"Think she knows what going on?" said Michael.

"Who the fuck knows or cares?" said Cindy. "Fuck her ass, she wants you to fuck her."

I recall that Michael fucked me in first in my ass and then in my pussy. He ejaculated inside my pussy occasioning his sister to go down on me again as she jerked off. After that, they covered up their slut mother and left me to sleep it off.

***

By Sunday afternoon I was getting back to my old self. I'd gotten up and eaten a hearty breakfast then had a salad for lunch. After lunch I decided to take a nap. I hadn't mentioned anything to Cindy and Michael about what happened that night. I'd decided to ignore it.

I was in bed half asleep when Michael, Cindy, and Roy Stark walked into my bedroom. The two boys were naked. Cindy's waist and thighs were circled with the leather straps of a harness that held what must have been a foot long dildo. She was wearing black high heel boots and a garter bell and hose. There was a whip in her hand. The dildo dangled obscenely in front of her.

"What, where are your clothes?" I asked completely startled.

"They're in the living room. We decided to let you join out S&M club. You can be the Den Mother," said Cindy sitting in the edge of the bed. Her hand was idly stroking the latex cock.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked unable to take my eyes off the enormous latex cock.

"Den Mother, I need my cock sucked," said Roy.

"Go ahead, Mother, you know you want to," said Cindy.

And she was right. I did want to but I still hesitated.

"We're going to fuck you in all three holes, Mom," said Michael as he stroked is sizeable hard cock.

"I figure this one will go up your ass," said Cindy shaking her rubbed dick at me.

"It's too large. I can't take something that large," I said. I was terrified but fascinated.

"Sure you can. You're forty now," said Cindy.