Incest/Taboo Masturbation Club

Because of my job, I frequently traveled a lot. I spent a great deal of time in hotels, long lonely nights with very little else to do except go out to the occasional bar, or watch T.V.

People with whom I associated with during the day had wives and family's to go home to. Occasionally I was invited out to dinner with some of them, but mostly it was room service and if I was lucky, a soft X-rated porn movie to watch in the privacy of my room.

I didn't look for any female companionship, though in some of the places I traveled to, it would have been a very easy thing to do. Too worried about getting busted by some under cover cop, or worse, bringing home some venereal disease to my wife.

I could just see me trying to explain that one.

I arrived in San Diego for a long, five-day road trip. At least the company I worked for put me up in nice suites during my longer stays. But it didn't make the loneliness any easier.

On the first night of my weeklong stay, I spent time entertaining myself at a couple of the local nudie-bars, I had just left one and was standing outside waiting for a bus when I spotted one of those sexually explicit newspaper stands. At least I'd have something to read later. I deposited my coins, taking one of the papers off the top of the stack. About that time, my bus arrived and I headed off to return back to the hotel.

After I arrived, I sat down in one of the comfortable wing backed chairs in the sitting room of my suite and poured over the contents of the trashy paper. One article immediately caught my interest however.

'Interested in safe sex? Interested in a fun exciting and stimulating way to have safe sex with total strangers? Try Masturbation Club!'

I was interested. And I read further. The advertisement gave a phone number. I had learned only that it was a $20.00 per session adventure. Any other cost's associated with the evening were of course an additional out of pocket expense.

I called.

I was surprised to hear a woman's voice answer the phone.

"Masturbation Services," she said. "Can I help you?"

"Ah yeah," I stammered a little self-consciously. "I'm calling about the ad I found in the newspaper."

I listened momentarily while she told me a little about the club, and all the things they had to offer. She went on to explain to me that I could buy as many 'adventures' as I wanted.

Each adventure was given its own unique password code. Places, times, and the criteria of people would all be pre-arranged by the service.

I soon found myself answering all her questions. If I was interested in Men or Women or both for one or more of my adventures. She also asked me the type of women I preferred, though making it clear that by narrowing down my preferred choices, it might make arranging an encounter a little more difficult. As time was of the essence for me, I left it generally pretty wide open. She seemed to be fairly pleased by that information and assured me that for the hundred dollars I was willing to spend, that she was fairly confident that she could line up five separate 'adventures' for me during my stay.

I gave her my phone number where I could be contacted, and was told she'd call back as soon as she had one or more of my appointments arranged. I had actually decided to get ready for bed even though it was still fairly early when the phone in my room suddenly rang.

"Mr. Edwards?" The voice asked.

"Yes? This is David Edwards."

"Hi. This is Emily with Masturbation services," she said like it was the most natural thing in the world to say "masturbation" to someone over the phone. Especially when you had no idea who the person was, or even what they looked like. Maybe that made it easier for them I considered while listening.

"I have two bookings for you!" she continued.

"Already?"

"Well, two if you feel up to taking one of them in about an hour," she questioned me. "The other one won't be until the morning, but I can call and cancel...."

"No, No! That won't be necessary. I'll take the appointment."

"Fine," she said pleasantly. "Your password is Larry, with a G."

"Larry? With a G?" I repeated back to her.

"Yes. I know it sounds strange. But it works. That way your partner will know that it is you they are there to meet, and that eliminates the possibility of coincidence, stumbling into someone with the same name. Also. IF they ask you for additional confirmation, your code numbers are..."

I wrote the numbers down on a slip of paper. Though the numbers remained the same, I would be Robert with a W in the morning for my second adventure.

Emily asked me if I had a problem with a husband and wife team. She quickly explained that the husband was basically along to watch and nothing else unless I was ok with allowing anything more. She further explained that I'd be picked up out in front of my hotel by a limousine, promptly at seven a.m., and returned to it as well an hour later. Having agreed to those conditions, Emily then told me of my more immediate appointment.

She gave me the address of a nearby bar, which was just around the corner from where I was currently staying. I was to seat myself at the far end of the bar and wait there.

"But what if someone's already sitting there?" I questioned.

"Everything's already taken care of," Emily replied. "Just go to the far end of the bar on the opposite side of the door as you come in. Sit down, order yourself a drink and wait there."

I quickly checked my watch, knowing exactly where it was the bar was located, determined I had just enough time for a very quick shower and a fresh change of clothing.

I arrived at five minutes to ten. It took just a moment for my eyes to adjust to the even dimmer light of the interior. There was a middle-aged couple sitting at the bar mid way, and an older gentleman seated at my end as I walked in. Beyond that, no one else was seated at the counter. Though there were several booths and tables, only one other group of people, two couples were seated in one of those, but again, closer to the door than towards the far end of the room where I now headed.

I didn't see anyone else except for the bartender who was busily wiping down tables. He looked up as I came in and asked me what I wanted to drink.

"Scotch and Soda," I requested.

He nodded his head, finished wiping off the table and headed back around behind the bar, where I had just settled myself down.

"You must be Larry."

I turned around. She must have come from the ladies room, which I only then realized was just down the hall, that, or the phone booths. Perhaps she had been waiting for me, standing inside one of those. I supposed she had purposely placed herself in such a way that she'd be able to see me as I came in. It made sense, something that I would have certainly done had I been in her shoes.

"Yes. Larry with a G."

She smiled, offering me her hand. She neither offered me a name, nor did I ask her for one. She ordered a drink, which sent the bar tender back down to the far end of the bar in order to make it for her.

I had time enough to study her. She had light brown, not quite blondish shoulder length hair. I guessed that she as in her early to mid forty's, and surprisingly quite attractive. I don't know why I had expected far less, certainly not dog meat, but I hadn't expected someone as attractive as she was, standing here next to me. As she turned to accept and pay for her own drink, I looked at her obvious braless clad breasts. She was wearing an expensive cashmere sweater. Two very prominent and very erect nipples were pressing outwards against the fabric. She turned back around, taking a sip of her drink facing me.

"Are you hard yet?" she whispered.

"Wow. Straight and to the point!" I thought. "No. Not yet, a little nervous I think."

"Good," she said with a lusty grin interrupting me from continuing. "I prefer it that way."

She moved closer to me, still standing but leaning her ass against the bar stool. The way she stood facing me, it was clearly evident that anyone else sitting in the bar would simply see two people seemingly engaged in conversation. Her hand reached out and began tracing lines and circles around the rapidly growing bulge in my pants.

The first thing I thought was, "Shit. Why'd I wear beige slacks for hells sake?"

Already a wet-spot was beginning to form around the area where my cock head was straining and pressing against the material. She purposely raked her fingernail over the spot repeatedly, which only increased the wetness and the circle of moisture it was creating.

I sat there trying to act as casual as possible, sipping my drink, watching her sipping hers, all the while playing with me the whole time.

"Take it out now," she urged. "Let me see it."

Still easily shielded from anyone seeing us, I unzipped my fly. I had purposely not worn any underwear and my cock sprang easily, quickly into view. Her only movement was to half sit, half stand on the barstool. I watched as she planted one foot on the running bar. I had noticed she was wearing a very short, black, wrap around skirt. She lifted her leg ever so slightly while simultaneously, I watched her hand slide between the fold of her skirt in front and disappear somewhere beneath. Obviously she hadn't worn any underwear either.

"Play with it for me," she instructed. "Squeeze it until you get some pre-cum oozing out of the end of your dick."

It certainly didn't take long to accomplish that. I'd been leaking cum juice ever since she'd been teasing me with her finger. I managed to squeeze a nice big droplet of juice out for her. Almost immediately she removed her hand, swiped the droplet off the end of my cock, and immediately replaced her finger back beneath her skirt.

"Hmm. Nice and slippery feeling," she purred. "That feels good!"

I sat watching her playing with herself for a moment, all the while slowly stroking my own very hard, very erect cock.

"Would you like me to do that for a minute?" she asked.

"Oh yes!" I near hissed. "I've been dying for you to do that!"

"Would you like to see, and even play with one of my titties while I do?" she asked again.

But it wasn't necessary to have answered, standing as she was; she lifted up one side of her sweater baring the closest breast facing me. Only the bar tender could have seen her had he been behind the bar. But once again, he was at the far end of the room busing and cleaning off tables. Even the couple sitting at the bar could not have seen what we were doing. And as I quickly glanced at them, they were obviously too involved in their own conversation to be paying much attention to us anyway.

Her areolas were incredibly large, light brown in color with incredibly thick tipped nipple's capping each one. I reached up and cupped her breast from beneath and slightly off to one side. Extending my index finger on it as I did so, I was able to reach it, slowly and lightly rubbing that hard little snippet of flesh in a slight circular motion.

By this time her hand was playing a melody of erotic tunes on my throbbing shaft. She seemed to particularly like raking her finger nail across and beneath the flanged head of my dick.

"Does that feel good?" she asked me

"Oh yes baby. That feels really good!"

"Does my tit feel good in your hand too?"

"Yes. Do you like what my hand is doing to your tit, to your nipple?" I responded back playing along with this naughty erotic conversation we were having.

"Oh yes. Very much. I love the way your finger is playing with my nipple. I wish it were playing with my clit exactly the same way," she moaned breathlessly.

"Then let me do that to your clit baby. Let me rub it for you a little."

Once again she smiled. Reluctantly, she released my cock, and this time sat down fully on the barstool.

"Stand up. Move over next to me," she spoke softly indicating where I should stand.

Even with my erection clearly sticking a mile out of my pants, I was protected from view by her position in front of me. I stood up, faced her easily slipping my hand up beneath her skirt. She was incredibly wet, my finger easily sliding inside, locating a second later that sweet bit of cunt flesh peeking so sensually at me from inside her slit.

I heard her sharp in take of breath, heard her hold it and saw her bite her lower lip as I encircled her clitoris smoothly, lightly with my finger tip. I ran my finger down her wet slippery furrow, then felt her pussy lips sucking at it as I did.

"Finger- fuck me!" she mewled.

And again, I did so.

"Faster!"

I don't know how anyone could have not known what was going on now had they been looking at us. My mystery woman was now obviously leaning back, her legs spread obscenely wide, so much so that her skirt parted entirely, and I now could see as well as feel the insides of her pussy lips.

"Rub my clit! Rub my clit!"

I was sure most everyone had to have heard that. But I was so excited, so incredibly turned on at this point that I could have cared less if they'd all walked over and stood there watching us. I didn't even bother to look up to see if anyone had finally noticed what it was we were doing.

I was staring down into one of the most beautiful cunts I had ever seen. There was a thin stripped, closely cropped patch of dark pubic hair just above her split.

Her labia were thick, wonderfully full, and now I knew why they seemed to enclose over my fingers as I had run them up and down that gorgeous little groove of hers. A near milky white substance coated her lips, seemingly refreshing itself every time I slipped my finger inside her, and again withdrawing it. Her own feminine pre-cum oozed out of her opening, flowing down between her legs to pool in cum-puddles upon the bar-seat.

My little cum-queen incarnate then leaned back fully against the bar, lifted her sweater and began to unabashedly play with her taut swollen nipples.

I couldn't help but look up then. The older guy who had been at the end of the bar had obviously left. The couple at the bar and who had not been that far away from us now sat watching the two of us with lust filled eyes. Sheepishly and even a little foolishly, I continued finger-fucking her sweet throbbing pussy. I noticed the two couples that had been sitting together earlier. Both of the men were now actually and fully standing up next to their booth, though they had not made any attempt to approach any closer. One woman had turned in her seat and was now kneeling down hanging over the side of the backrest watching us brazenly, openly, though she made no attempt to move closer to where we were either.

Her slow deep rolling moan brought me back to the immediate present. I looked down just in time to see a thin sliver of milky white juice suddenly squirt in an arching spray of orgasmic delight. A second squirt, even more forcefully so, escaped through her tiny slit and splashed against the front of my shirt, drenching it, leaving a splatter of oily like cum beads which ran down the front of my shirt, soaking it.

With one hand clasping the bar counter, and the other holding onto the edge of the barstool, she lifted her ass upwards slightly and with one last thrusting hump against my impaled fingers, shook uncontrollably in this position for what seemed like several seconds before finally collapsing back down on the seat. It took her a few more moments to control her breathing once again.

I had by this time managed to sit down upon my own bar stool. After all, we still had a very captive audience at this point, and I had been standing there finger-fucking this woman's cunt with my own rock hard cock sticking straight out of my pants for everyone to see.

With more than just a little bit of nervousness, I felt my erection slowly begin to dwindle. I began to wonder if this had been a good idea after all, and thought momentarily about making a hasty retreat out of the bar before someone said or did anything that might cause problems.

In the next instant however, all thought of that completely disappeared as once again that velvety hand encircled, encompassing my cock, stroking it and arousing it back to its previous state of rock-hard fullness.

I heard the woman who was sitting at the bar next to us finally speak, "Make him cum honey. I definitely think it's his turn!"

There was some minor snickering, even giggling from the group over in the corner, but again, I really didn't fucking care at this point. The hand that was pumping, flying up and down my shaft was sending tidal waves of extreme pleasure and ecstasy coursing through me. I felt my balls tighten and new that my shower of cum was about to erupt at any moment.

"Yes baby!" I heard my companion urging me.

"Shoot your cream on my tit's baby. Cover them in your spunk honey!" she actually yelled.

Looking up, her big beautiful breasts were still bare. Her sweater was still bunched up above them, and her boobs sat there, wonderfully moving up and down, matching the rhythm of her up and down stroking motions as she jacked off my throbbing cock.

It was too much for me. I groaned, loudly. I could have cared less who was watching or what anyone felt except for the incredible sensation as my orgasm exploded deep within my balls. I watched as the first ejaculate of sperm shot off with tremendous force to hit her breasts squarely, covering them in a thick syrupy stream of cum.

The second ribbon of flying cum-cream was equally as hard in its intensity as the first. I watched it land somewhere over and above her left shoulder.

"Oh my God!" I heard a woman's voice say from behind us. "Did you see that?"

She was palming the remaining jettisons of cum, and I watched her capturing my cream in her hand, beginning to rub it upon her bare breasts. I have no idea how long I actually came. But it seemed to go on forever. I was oblivious to my surroundings, and to what was actually taking place at that point.

The next thing I knew, the bar tender was once again standing next to us. I heard him place two fresh drinks on the counter. I looked up, he winked, smiled and went about wiping my cum from off the counter top.

We somehow managed to collect ourselves, readjusting our clothing though my 'date' acted as though nothing had even happened. I began to babble something about a special 'tip', learning only that she didn't receive payment of any kind including gratuities, which was what kept things basically legal.

There were apparently a whole lot of active volunteers that could be reached day or night for one of these Masturbatory Club member encounters. Emily had called her almost immediately after hanging up with me, knowing full well that I would enjoy my appointment completely. And I certainly had.

I soon after left the bar, heading back to my hotel room. I wanted desperately to be with her again. But that was another rule that she told me about. No two people would ever, or could ever meet twice. If they were caught, she would never again be called or set up for an appointment with anyone else.

Saddened by the fact that I would in all likelihood never see her again, I nevertheless, found myself whistling on my walk back to my room. It was then that I remembered.

I needed to leave a very important wake up call for first thing in the morning.

I ran.

The alarm on the nightstand went off just moments before the phone rang. I reached over, turned on the light answering it.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Edwards? This is the wake up call you requested," the female voice said.

"Thank you," I replied sleepily, replacing the phone in its cradle. "Wake up call indeed," I thought, rolling out of bed, scratching my groin on the way into the bathroom.

It was way early yet. Robert with a W wasn't due to meet Mr. & Mrs. Limousine ride for well over an hour.

Surprisingly, after the past evenings incredible experience, I hadn't found myself lacking in enthusiasm at all. Half expecting to be thoroughly, exhausted, satiated after my first experience, I was surprised when Mr. Morning Hard On went from being just that, to Mr. Ever-ready, my cock's evil twin.

Mr. Ever-ready went back to Mr. Morning erection, which barely allowed me the ability to take a very needful piss. But the scalding hot shower, which quickly followed, relaxed everything back to a much more tolerable and normal state.

As I stood under the pulsating spray, I began to wonder if what I had suddenly gotten myself into was such a good idea. After all, I had NO clue as to who these people were, not to mention the aspect of something getting entirely out of hand in which I would have no control over, was curiously troubling. Last night had definitely been somewhere along those lines. If the bar hadn't been as nearly deserted as it had been, and the few people inside not so inclined to participate or join in either, it could have ended up being pretty serious. All things considered, it turned out just right, and was pretty damned erotic, as I stood there beneath the hot spray thinking about it, my prick lurching as though in agreement with me.

I made a mental note to be more specific about my requests in the future, asking a few more pertinent questions before agreeing to meet anyone else. After all, I still had three more appointments already paid for after Mr. and Mrs. Limousine of course, but I didn't want to put myself in any more uncertain situations either.

I had already cleared my entire morning; whatever happened today wouldn't interfere with my real work or my other responsibilities. And although only an hour had been set aside for this morning's adventure, after last night, I knew anything was possible. Once again my prick stiffened in eager anticipation. "Down boy, lets not get a head of ourselves," I said speaking to it. "Who knows? Maybe we won't like these people? And then what?"

My prick nodded happily however, having already decided that whatever lay ahead of us, he was more than willing and happy to go along with. I finished dressing, once again opting for wearing no underwear in the event of a hasty retreat, or more importantly, easier access, and went down to the coffee shop to have breakfast and await their arrival.

As I had expected, the limo pulled up in front of the hotel at seven sharp. I immediately noticed the dark tinted windows, knowing without any doubt that as there was no way anyone could see inside. The driver met me almost immediately at the door as I walked up introducing myself. I'd already been informed that it would be the driver, and not whoever sat inside waiting for me that I would confirm my identity with.

"I am Robert...with a W," I told him nervously.

The Chauffeur acknowledged me with the briefest of smiles, promptly opening the door. I immediately stepped inside, taking the opposite seat across from where my un-as-yet-met companions sat looking and smiling at me. I noticed in that brief instant that we were completely sealed off from the driver's area up front. The sliding panel already in place, baring anyone from the front seat to be able to look into the expansive, elegantly furnished area of the limousine. I felt the car as it pulled away from the curb back out onto the street without any directions being given to the Chauffeur from the strangers still quietly sitting across from me.

"You may call us John and Amy. Those are not our real names of course, but I find it far more awkward in situations such as these if we don't at least have something we can call ourselves," The man said.

I noticed he was ruggedly handsome, obviously in his late fifty's perhaps very early sixty's, with stark white hair, not grey, closely cropped and neatly styled. He had a deep dark rich tan, and was wearing Tennis shorts along with a matching white Polo shirt which set his tan off all the more.

The woman I'd been introduced to as Amy was dressed in similar attire. Though not nearly as tan as John was, she had a near flawless and much younger looking complexion. I judged her as being perhaps five to ten years younger than John, and perhaps even younger had it not been for those dark brown eyes, which belied the maturity of her age. She possessed not a shred of silver or grayness to her hair like John did, nor did she show the lines of middle age that one would normally have expected to see. Their demeanor was almost aristocratic, initially making me feel ill at ease, and once again questioning my sanity at having agreed to do any of this. For several long uncomfortable moments, they remained quietly studying me, and I them.

Finally, Amy spoke in a voice that was deep, dark and lustfully sensual, adding a demure smile that seemed almost playful as though being a cat just having caught a canary. "I am sure you were told during the interview, that John," she said emphasizing the name, "is here merely as a spectator, unless of course you find yourself comfortable enough that at some point he be invited to join us."

I simply nodded my head in acknowledgement to that, smiling briefly, still somewhat nervously as I glanced his way. Sensing this perhaps, John slid over to the far side of the bench seat that he and Amy had been sharing. It gave if nothing else, the appearance of separation between the three of us, added with the good four to five feet of space between the seat I was sitting on and theirs.

Amy immediately began removing her clothing. I watched as she quickly removed her Polo shirt, pulling it off over her head in one swift fluid motion. I watched it fall in a heap on the floor as she playfully tossed it in my direction. I'd expected her to remove the sports-bra she'd obviously been wearing, but instead, she lifted her ass ever so slightly from off the seat, slipping the short tennis skirt she was wearing, tossing it towards me where it fell perfectly on top of her shirt.

Amy now sat wearing only the sports bra, and a pair of thin lacy sheer-white panties. She began caressing her breasts, cupping each gently, thumbing and toying with her already extended nipples. I watched with growing arousal and excitement as her nipple's continued to harden and began pressing firmly, distinctly against the tightly stretched, very smooth fabric of the bra she was wearing.

Mr. Ever-ready began to take notice of what she was doing to herself, alerting me to his interest by throbbing enthusiastically inside my pants. I glanced only briefly over towards John, and found him as captivated by what she was doing to herself as I was.

She continued fingering her nipple's for a moment more, rolling them through the fabric until they were so hard, so firm; I thought they would actually find some way to tear through it. To my delight as much as Johns, Amy finally discarded the bra altogether, adding it to the rapidly growing pile of discarded clothing below me.

Amy's breasts were capped by rosy-pinked colored areola's, unlike any I had ever seen before on any woman. Her small to medium sized breasts were well rounded, but not in a perky teenage way that one might have expected to see. No, these were definitely mature breasts, comfortably resting against her rib cage. And though they might have failed the pencil test, it wouldn't have been by much, which I found even more alluring, more sensual as I found my eyes hungrily glued to them.

Amy continued to caress herself, now actually pinching, pulling on those twin-marbled nubbins. I was amazed at how freely, so uninhibitedly she was while playing and caressing herself. Amy was truly enjoying this, enjoying me, my expressions as she unabashedly caressed her breasts, lifting them up, massaging and kneading her pliant flesh. Just barely able to lift either upwards towards her mouth, Amy's tongue snaked out, tickling the nipple, all the while looking over towards me, almost smiling.

"Am I getting you excited?" she asked unnecessarily glancing down towards the obvious bulge protruding inside my pants.

Still looking at me, Amy slid her hand down towards the crotch of her panties. Pulling to one side the leading edge of her them, I watched one of her fingers disappear beneath the hem as she began lightly teasing and running a finger up and down her obviously wet slit. The crotch of them having already darkened with moisture as she began fingering her pussy, periodically lifting a finger to suck it, tasting her own juices. Moments later, Amy stretched the material of her silk panties even further off to one side, fully revealing the exquisite pink flesh of her lips. Again, she ran her finger smoothly up the near hairless furrow, pausing briefly at the shinny pink knob that protruded invitingly. She began to circle the surface of her clit with her finger, teasing it, licking her lips as though hungry to have a tongue flicking it instead.

At that point, she stopped touching and playing with herself, allowing the lacy white panties to once again cover her moist wet pussy.

"You don't get to see any more of me, until I get to see more of you," she said in that near hypnotic sensual voice of hers.

In my mind, I had erased John. Even peripherally, I didn't notice him sitting there any more. I was so focused, so caught up in the mesmerizing display of Amy's self-teasing, that's all that mattered as I admirably continued staring at her exposed breasts.

"Well?"

Her question jumpstarted my reaction, I wanted very much to see more of that delicious looking pussy. I hurriedly reached down unzipping myself.

"Don't just take it out," she breathed huskily, "Take your pants off. All the way off. I want to see your cock fully and completely...including your balls."

I was suddenly glad I'd decided against wearing any underwear, which by the expression on Amy's face as I quickly struggled out of my pants, she was delighted to see as well. Stepping out of them, I kicked them over into the corner, now sitting in front of her my hand shyly concealing the fullness of my erection.

"Spread your legs for me," she commanded. "And remove your hand, I want to see you...all of you," she said lustily.

I quickly did as I was told, resting my hands down onto either side of the seat, spreading my legs apart though I felt somewhat self-couscous in having done so.

"Hmm, I like a man who shaves his balls," she grinned once again licking her lips. "I like how they look, I like how smooth feeling they are when I suck them inside my mouth."

My cock twitched. Amy giggled. "Do that again, make it move for me without using your hands," she prompted.

Mr. Ever-ready was happy to oblige, throbbing excitedly, even giving her an additional treat as he expelled a tiny droplet of pre-cum that ran down the side of his head.

"Very nice, again!" she prompted, her fingers moving back towards her crotch, once again slipping beneath the hem of her damp panties.

Once again my cock twitched, another droplet of lube oozing out of tip to run down the other side of my cock head.

Giddily, she laughed, fingering her pussy as I now heard for the first time the sounds of her succulent pussy becoming frothy-liquid with her finger teasings.

"Ok, now gather up all that juice you've been creating and rub it around the head of your prick for me," she stated pulling her crotch off to one side so I could again see the depths of her split.

I began doing that, enjoying the sensation of my own pearly juice as it coated the head of my cock with a pleasurable silky soft titillation that produced even more of the steadily increasing liquid.

Before I was even aware of it, Amy moved off the seat, down onto the floor, crawling towards me on her hands and knees. Her cute firm breasts swaying as she slowly approached, looking every bit the tigress that I was beginning to suspect that she was. Without using her hands, she ever so lightly nipped, then licked the very tip of my swollen penis. Forcing a part Mr. Ever-ready's tiny little eye-slit, Amy tongue-fucked it for a moment gathering up the pearl drops that had begun forming in a much more steady stream.

"Hmm." she groaned. "I love licking up pre-cum," she purred throatily. "Squeeze it for me," she stated, watching me as I did, watching my cock producing yet another sliver of near clear liquid fluid that dribbled out of the tiny eye-slit of my cock, running down and along side my shaft.

For the first time, she actually touched me with her hand, milking my prick, enjoying the slick lubrication which she immediately began making noises with as she sat on the floor before me, jacking me off.

"So, can John play with himself while he watches us? He really enjoys seeing me doing this," continuing to slowly pump my prick up and down with her hand. "And, it makes me even more excited when he can," she added suggestively.

"Sure," I near drooled. "No Problem."

And though I heard movement somewhere off in the corner, I was too focused on the pleasure that her dainty hand was bringing me. Amy wasn't just jacking my cock up and down; she was doing everything and more that I had often done to myself during one of my more lengthy masturbatory sessions. Amy alternated, first palming the head, then twisting the shaft with her other hand, slowly then quickly jacking the sensitive skin up and down. Forming a circle with her fingers, just easing them over the head as though sucking me with her lips.

The juicy sounds she was making only added to the erotic atmosphere being created there inside the limo. Somehow I managed to pry my eyes open, glancing down towards her, wanting to see as well as feel the incredible job that her hand was giving me. When I did, I saw her looking directly into my eyes. She gave me two long slow strokes, then two quick ones, forcing me to catch my breath unexpectedly.

"You like that huh?" she teased wickedly, doing it again before I could even answer.

"Fuck yes," I finally groaned, watching her, feeling her hand as it traveled slowly up my shaft, once again squeezing the head before sliding back down my shaft with a palm full of fresh lubricant.

She slow stroked me again, then quicker. I looked directly at her, grinning. Which is when she hand-slapped my prick, sending a pain-pleasured sting coursing through it. Catching me by complete and total surprise, I had neither expected it, nor anticipated it. And though it stung a little, it felt incredibly nice as her hand eased itself slowly back down my shaft where she soon cupped, fondling my balls. Lulling me into a false sense of security, she caressed my shaft, lightly teasing it still toying with my ball-sack, until seeing my eyes close.

"Slap!"

"Fuck!" I nearly screamed out that time as her hand once again slapped the hardness of my prick, once again causing that same stinging sensation that surprisingly felt even better that time than the first.

She slapped my cock rapidly several times in quick succession, leaving it to throb angrily for several moments afterwards as she actually released it, standing up.

I wondered then what she was up to as she balanced herself by placing the palms of her hands against the roof of the car. Her panties were totally and completely soaked. Her pussy had all but sucked in the fabric of her lace panties as they had near disappeared up inside her.

Standing directly above me now, Amy lowered herself, rubbing her wet crotch up and down my super sensitive shaft. The smoothness of the material, coupled with her slippery moisture was exquisitely pleasurable. I fisted my prick, holding it steady for her as she slithered up and down against it.

"John," she said. "Can you see his cock sliding up and down against my pussy?"

For the first time since any of this began, I saw John as he came into view, coming over to sit down beside me on the bench seat. Only then did I realize that he too had removed his tennis shorts and underwear.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed in abject surprise.

This guy was a Cock Adonis! Never before in my entire life had I seen a prick the size of this one before. It was huge! I had seen large pricks before, often enjoying an X-rated movie or two, but in all my life, I had not honestly ever seen a prick as big as his was.

"Yes. He is pretty big isn't he?" Amy stated, saying the obvious.

"I think that's an understatement! Just how big is it anyway?" I found myself actually asking her.

For the first time in quite a while I actually heard John laugh.

"You'd be surprised how many times I've heard that," he said grinning proudly. "It's nearly fourteen inches, but its four and a quarter inches in diameter as well."

Even I had to admit I was impressed. As big around as my wrist, not to mention the incredible length, I couldn't imagine 'Amy' as she was calling herself being able to handle it. As though reading my mind, she spoke.

" Obviously for a woman my size, and believe me, I've managed to accept a few sizeable cocks in my life time, John's is one that I've never been able to accommodate very comfortably. Which is one of the reasons we got involved with the 'Club' to begin with. Most of what we do is manual, aside from a little oral stimulation, which is still next to impossible to perform on him either. Whenever any of the women we get with see it, they at first drool over the size of it, quickly shunning from doing anything more than either playing with it, or simply knobbing the head. So don't feel so inadequate sitting here. Trust me, John often wishes that his prick was more normally sized!

I had been sitting there feeling rather intimidated, my prick actually softening to some degree before Amy told me about John's obvious handicap in being so fucking large.

"Now then, enough about John's cock...where were we anyway?" she stated suddenly removing her panties. I was surprised when after she'd removed them that she wrapped them about my prick, stroking me quickly back to a fuller hardness since I'd lost it momentarily while struggling through a bout of penis envy.

Amy now crawled into the seat between John and I, tucking her legs beneath her as she all but lay her head in my lap, still using the soft silky, very wet panties she'd been wearing, to masturbate my cock with.

Situated as she was, I reached down easily locating her pussy. Feeling my fingers searching her out, Amy opened her legs sufficiently to allow them to easily slip inside her. I was soon reveling in her heat and moisture as her cunt literally sucked at my probing digit as I continued to stroke her, while she in turn continued teasing and stroking me.

Soon after Amy slid back off the seat until she was kneeling before me on the floor of the limo. Reluctantly, I allowed my finger to be pulled from her cunt as she repositioned herself. John also moved, coming around behind her where he placed his oversized prick across her ass laying slightly at an angle. With her left hand, Amy continued fondling and playing with me. With her right, she reached back behind herself in order to grasp John's Python-like prick. I noticed as she did that, her hand could not even come close to encircling it as she began massaging him, which is about all she really could do in that position.

With her breasts so easily accessible now, I reached down taking one in each hand. I loved the sensation of rolling her taut nipples between my fingers, pulling and twisting on them gently while she continued doing things to my cock I didn't know had even been invented yet.

"Hmm, that feels good," she cooed contentedly. "Pinch them harder, pull them away from my breasts and hold them there!" she urged me hotly.

"Paybacks a bitch," I thought suddenly and delightedly.​