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"All Aboard!" Part 4
by Julius
Copyright 2004
Suddenly it seemed, six months were gone and Art's next railroad club meeting was upon
her. The tidying
and preparing that had once delighted her, she now found irksome.
Six more months of sexless marriage and here she was catering for his get-together.
Dammit! Why bother?
Not that the half-year had been sexless for Muriel. She'd fucked his whole group, every last
one. If pride
was a sin, how about being proudly sinful?
Oh but she'd loved it. Seventeen of them had all fallen to her charms, or had they jumped?
Not once had
Art come onto her, not once. And she'd given him ample chance and sometimes, not a little
encouragement.
Her last conquest had been that very morning, a few hours before the meeting. Only just in
time to complete her collection. Bob, cute Bob, a real old goat but he was a gentleman too.
He'd knelt under the kitchen table and had her for breakfast. God! she could almost come,
just thinking about his mouth, like father, like son. And of course, her mind skipped to the
son, young Mark.
Muriel sometimes wondered about nymphomania. Was there such a thing? Was she
becoming a nympho? Muriel the Nymph, hmm, she liked that. She turned back to setting up
the buffet. Having all her conquests under one roof at one time, it should be a fun afternoon.
John arrived half an hour early. 'Doctor' John as she thought of him. She clenched her
buttocks in reflex at the memory of him gently de-splintering her ass
"Where's Art?" he asked, glancing around.
"Downstairs, cleaning track. You're the first arrival," she glanced at the clock, "and pretty
early
at that."
"Missed you," he said and moved close, slipping his arms round her. His hands slid down
over her ass and
he began working her skirt up over her buttocks, inch by teasing inch.
She moaned and pressed herself against him. He was hard, hard against her belly. "Oh but I
need some of this," she murmured, grinding against his erection.
When he'd bared her ass, his fingers found her thong and began to pull it upwards. Tight
between her legs,
and tight into her pussy, she loved the feeling of invasion. "You're cutting me in half," she
said.
He pulled harder and she squirmed against the thong's tightness, reveled in the feel of his
hardness. God,
she was so horny, it was like a fever.
Art's footsteps sounded on the stairs and they pulled quickly apart. "Hello there John, you're
early," Art said and added to Muriel, "any coffee Moo?"
The two men went downstairs together with mugs of coffee, leaving Muriel with her hungry
pussy and a
longing she thought would drive her mad.
Ralph arrived next and they chatted. Muriel was folding napkins at the kitchen counter. She
soon found
him standing behind her, his erection nudging her ass cleavage, while his hands cupped and
squeezed her breasts. She was squirming her ass against him and wondering how she was
going to endure
much more when the doorbell announced another arrival.
After that they arrived, one after another. No chance for anybody to give her more than a
hug or a peck on the cheek. She was almost relieved.
Finally, the rush ended and she wondered about the lady member Art had mentioned. Didn't
seem the sort of hobby to attract a female. But then she thought, there were females and
there were females. No sign either of the other new recruit.
When all the regulars had arrived she left the front door open and fled to the bedroom to
change. The
early arrivals had upset her schedule.
She undressed and stood in front of the mirror for a few moments. She cupped her breasts
and nodded her
approval. She half turned and checked the reflection of her ass. Not bad for fifty-something,
she thought.
The last six months had been wonderful. The next few hours promised to be very interesting.
God she needed some cock. Maybe she could just… Her hands strayed south. No! There
was no time. She crammed her heavy breasts into a white, half-cup bra which produced a
spectacular cleavage and followed that with a thin, white cotton blouse. She struggled her
usual black leather skirt up over her hips and zipped herself in.
It was too short, but she knew what it did to the guys. No thong, no panties, would any of
them manage to
discover that fact? She hoped so. She ran a comb though her black hair, not a trace of grey
thanks to
Clairol. Finally, glossy strawberry lipstick and she headed downstairs.
In the kitchen stood a woman who smiled and apologised, "Forgive me, but the door was
open and
nobody answered my knock."
"You must be Sandra, the lady modeler."
Sandra smiled, "Sandra, the lady modeler,” she repeated, “I like that.” For a small woman
she had a deep, rather sexy voice.
Muriel liked her on sight. "You'll be wanting to go downstairs to play," Muriel said, gesturing
across the
kitchen, towards the basement stairs.
"Not really, my only interest is the pocket money from painting sky and clouds and back-
scenes for their
layouts."
"Coffee then? Let's go sit in the living room."
Muriel lost track of time as they talked and laughed. Then, slowly, she found herself growing
angry with Art. He'd told Sandra far too much about their relationship. She found herself
wondering about Art’s comment about Sandra’s sexual preferences. But then, Art was Art.
Coffee drunk, Muriel opened a bottle of wine and this began to loosen tongues a little more.
"Art says you've played around with guys in his group," said Sandra, half way down her third
glass of wine.
Muriel bit back an angry retort and said quietly, "I figured he might have guessed." She
stared at Sandra for a moment, "Perhaps I had good reason."
Despite being on the receiving end of Sandra's disclosures, and smarting under the shock of
hearing about Art's loose tongue, she found herself warming to the other woman.
Food and entertaining forgotten, Muriel opened a second bottle and the two women found
themselves getting along wonderfully. No interruption from downstairs save the murmur of
voices.
"Art and I haven't been lovers for a long time now. A girl needs a little fun."
"You bet," said Sandra enthusiastically.
Sandra was a secretary with Art's law firm and worked much of her time for Art. Muriel
sensed more than a
professional relationship and felt a pang of jealousy, but then again she couldn't imagine the
attraction.
Art was too much the workaholic and Sandra seemed too warm and bubbly for a man of Art's
coolness.
"So which ones were your choices?" asked Sandra.
Muriel giggled, "All of them."
"All of them!"
"Every last one of them, all seventeen," said Muriel, a note of pride in her voice, "Except you
of course,"
she said and hiccoughed.
"Well, not yet," Sandra shot back.
This made Muriel think. She'd never really been attracted to her own sex. The wine and the
intimate
nature of the conversation was lending a warmth and closeness. Sandra was very like
herself in proportion,
maybe fifteen years younger. Medium height and a bit on the heavy side. Full of bosom and
wide of hip,
all the more reason to wonder at any possible playing around with Art, she was too much like
Muriel.
The level in the second bottle dropped and the two women found each other good company.
Soon Muriel was telling all about Art's shortcomings.
But when Sandra started telling her about Art's plans for the afternoon she found herself
smiling. She was
angry, but the idea of enjoying what Art thought of as punishment had a certain sweetness.
"Well," she said, "it would be fun don't you think?"
"If you think so," said Sandra in surprise, "it's your
choice."
Feet sounded on the stairs and Art appeared, "Oh hi Sandy." Annoyance registered on his
face at the sight
of the two women sitting together on the couch.
"Will the food be ready soon Moo?" he said.
"Bring the guys up in twenty minutes," she told him. He headed back down to the basement.
"Moo?" queried Sandra.
"Goes back a long time to when he seemed to care," she cupped her hands under her heavy
breasts and hefted them and said, "Moo, not very flattering but the name stuck, I'm afraid."
"Yes he is a tits man," she caught Muriel's glance and blushed and Muriel wondered again
about Art.
Art herded the guys upstairs and they began filling plates with food. Most moved into the
living room but
some milled around the kitchen and dining area. Half chose coffee or tea and the rest
settled for a beer, drinking happily from bottles.
When everybody had helped themselves, Art called them to order and said, "I've got a movie
here for everyone to watch, but first, a present for Moo"
Muriel was standing in the kitchen and knew the 'fun' was about to begin. She exchanged
glances with Sandra who gave her a wink. Art walked through to the kitchen and took Muriel
by the elbow and led her through to the solarium. Sandra walked through behind them.
"Here, sit down Moo, close your eyes and hold out your hand."
She sat and closed her eyes. She felt hands moving at her waist and knew it was Art.
Something tightened
around her waist and Art grunted. More touching and this was at her ankles. She opened her
eyes in alarm
and looked down. Too late, she was tied to the chair. Rope around her waist and Sandra
kneeling on the floor tightening plastic cable ties, securing her ankles to the chair legs.
Some futile struggles and angry questions at Art's retreating back. Some because she knew
she had to act
surprised but some of the performance was quite real, she was both angry and near panic.
Art headed back to the living room but she could hear him plainly enough.
"Gentleman, perhaps five months ago I had cameras installed in every room of this house.
I'm sure you
all know why," he said and paused, no doubt enjoying the drama of the moment.
"I took the films from the cameras from time to time and did some careful editing. I've made
another delightful film featuring the highlights." Muriel sensed he was really enjoying himself.
Art continued. "Copies are in a safe place," he paused to let the threat sink in, "so I'm sure
you'll be only
too happy to cooperate this afternoon."
She heard a tape being put into the VCR. "As each of you appear on the screen I'd like you
to go through to
the solarium and Moo will pleasure you for one last time and then you can run along home."
"Sandra!" Art raised his voice, "you won’t forget that tape of you, will you? You'll help Muriel
all you can, I'm sure."
Surprised Muriel looked up at Sandra who went over and closed the door. She said very
quietly, "He has a
rather compromising tape of me which would end my chances at the university and my job
with the law
firm. No degree and out of work. I'll help, whether I like it or not."
The sun streamed into the room. Sandra went round tilting the horizontal blinds to give them
privacy
but still letting some sunshine in. A gentle knock at the door. "Come in," called Sandra
John walked in. "I'm so sorry about this," he said. He glanced at Sandra and back at Muriel
and raised an
eyebrow, wondering about the younger woman's presence.
"Come here John," she said.
"We don't have to do this you know," he told her.
"I think we do. No doubt one of Art's cameras is watching. Besides, you like the things we do
together
don't you?"
Another glance at Sandra and he said, "Yes of course I do."
Muriel could almost hear her heart speeding up. This punishment promised to be just what
she needed, she reached for his zipper.
She smiled at Sandra's gasp as John's cock reared erect. ‘My
goodness, he's so big,’ thought Muriel.
John's cock was a job for mouth and both hands. Mouth full and hands full, God but he was
beautiful. She heard his breathing deepen and felt her pussy clench. Quite suddenly Muriel's
body took over and all that mattered was Doctor John's cock.
His hands cradled the back of her head and he began to fuck her mouth with a gentle
urgency. He seemed to have quite forgotten Sandra's presence and the circumstances.
It didn't take very long before he was coming and Muriel drew her head back and clutching
his cock she directed his cum over her face. She reveled in the feel of the hot jets against
her closed eyelids, her lips.
John bent over her, breathing hard, "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Don't be," she said, "don’t ever be sorry John, I loved doing it for you."
The door closed behind him and Sandra came with some tissues for Muriel to clean herself
up.
Muriel reached a hand under her skirt and felt her wetness. She glanced up at Sandra, "This
is
crazy. I'm so horny. How can it be when ... " she gestured around her helplessly.
"You looked like you were having fun."
"Fun? The world's most beautiful cock just went out of that door, and all I have is a cum-wet
blouse. My
pussy wanted some of that," said Muriel.
"Yes and the owner of that lovely cock never gave me so much as a glance," said Sandra,
She began to unbutton her blouse, "It's warm in here or maybe the floor show is hot."
Another knock and Sandra went to open the door.
"Hello Ernest," Muriel said. Her mind went back six months to when he'd taken her while she
perched on the vanity in the bathroom. Ernest was the founding member of Muriel's little
railroad group.
He said hello to Sandra, his gaze lingering on her opened blouse, before returning to Muriel.
"Seems Art
has outsmarted us, my dear."
"Well, come and give me a goodbye present," said Muriel, beginning to unbutton her own
blouse.
To Muriel's surprise, Sandra went and knelt in front of Ernest and unzipped him. Her clever
fingers had his
cock out in moments and she gently brought him to full erection with her fingers. He didn't
resist, although
he did look a little surprised. "Two maidens, just for me," he said softly. Sandra brought him
to stand in front of Muriel and picked up a bottle of lubricant from a little table. Art seemed to
have thought of everything.
Muriel took the bottle from her and squeezed a generous amount into her cleavage. She
eased her
breasts out of her bra cups and held them for him. Ernest slid his cock into her slick
cleavage with a
groan and began fucking her breasts while she squeezed them hard together. The pressure
of her hands, the thrusting penetrations of Ernest's cock felt exquisite. She stared down and
watched the swollen
cock-head appear disappear at the top of her deep cleavage.
Sandra watched delightedly. Muriel was gripping her breasts with what looked like cruel
hardness, making the nipples jut like ripe berries.
Ernest, despite his years, soon reached his threshold and with a sob began emptying himself
between Muriel's tight-squeezed breasts and up over her throat. He stood trembling, a
blissful smile on his face. When his eyes finally opened Sandra took his elbow and helped
him sit in a chair. He allowed her to gently put his cock away for him and zip him up. When
he'd thanked them both and gone out, they looked at each other and smiled.
"Isn't he a dear?" said Sandra.
"Mmmm," sighed Muriel kneading her slick breasts. She thought wistfully about Ernest's cock
on that far off Saturday, wishing. Her pussy spasmed, perhaps it was wishing too.
"Now you have a come-filled cleavage, life gets better by the minute," Sandra giggled, “this
doesn’t look much like punishment.”
There was real envy in Sandra’s voice thought Muriel.
And so her railroad lovers came, one after the other and she helped them come, one after
another.
Sandra had kept undressing slowly, a garment, it seemed, for each visitor. Now she wore just
panties.
As each man had come in, his eyes had lingered on Sandra's exposure. There was no doubt
she was aroused,
the way she moved, the outthrust jut of her nipples, Sandra was hot thought Muriel, and
getting hotter. But she always steered the men to Muriel. Even so, Muriel was certain the
younger woman was just as horny as herself.
When yet another happy lover had closed the door behind him Sandra announced, "He was
number eight,
you've made it to half way down the list." Muriel was secretly pleased. She was enjoying this.
Her arousal
had somehow become a manageable, steady state. She squirmed her ass on the wooden
seat, very aware that
the wetness under her was all of her own making. She ran her fingertips over her face and
then her breasts
and wondered if male ejaculate would be good for her complexion. Sandra laughed
delightedly when Muriel suggested it to her.
Muriel needed a pee very badly. Sandra found a pair of scissors and freed her to visit the
adjoining bathroom. She squatted there and experienced a near ecstasy of another sort. As
she was leaving she glanced in the mirror, her breasts, free of her bra, glistened and her
nipples poked out proudly. They'd been proclaiming her arousal since she'd got up that
morning.
She opened the door and Sandra was standing there, waiting. She escorted her back to the
chair and they stood facing each other.
"Watching you perform is driving me wild you know," said the girl. Her eyes flicked down to
Muriel's bare
breasts.
Muriel gave a nervous little laugh and quite on impulse took Sandra's hand and placed it on
her right
breast. "I know what you mean. I've been horny as a mink since I found out about all this."
She gestured
around the room with her free hand.
Sandra squeezed her breast and Muriel growled softly in her throat. Sandra bent her head
and kissed the big
nipple. Muriel started to melt and felt her legs begin to buckle. She clung to Sandra as that
wonderful mouth
just went on loving her nipple.
Sandra came up for air, "You smell all yummy and cummy," she told Muriel.
Muriel stood very still. The air between them seemed charged. She cupped her breasts with
her hands and
made her nipples touch Sandra's. She moved her breasts gently from side to side and two
pairs of nipples
teased their owners. "I've never done anything like this before with a woman," she confessed.
"Nice isn't it?" said Sandra, her own eyes closed, her tongue playing over her lips.
Sandra dropped to her knees and slid Muriel's leather skirt up her thighs. "Oh God, you're
not wearing any panties."
Just kiss me, Muriel begged silently, thrusting her hips forward, yearning. Sandra's nose
brushed her
curls and she squirmed.
Knuckles rapped softly on the door. "Just a minute," called Sandra. Muriel cried out softly as
she felt
Sandra move away and stand. The need, between her thighs was suddenly awful.
But she went to the chair and, flicking up her skirt at the back, sat on the chair's wet seat.
She squirmed
feeling flesh slide on the wet, polished wood. She sat quietly and let Sandra tie her to the
chair.
When Sandra opened the door, Muriel's heart leaped. It was Mark. Mark the young man
she'd brought from shy youth to wonderful lover in a few short months. But he looked so very
uncertain now. She knew he cared very much for her. She felt the same about him. He
crossed the room and stood in front of her. "I'm sorry you're having to do this."
Muriel bit back the urge to say that she was enjoying every minute. He was so obviously
sincere. "It's OK
Mark," she smiled up at him, suddenly aware of how she must look. His gaze passed over her
bared breasts and hiked up skirt. Muriel wondered what he'd like her to do for him.
Mark reached out and touched her hair and said a very quiet, "I’ll miss you. Muriel," and he
was gone. The door to the outside of the house closed and Muriel and Sandra exchanged
looks and Muriel started crying.
"Wow," said Sandra. Muriel thought that summed Mark up very nicely.
"Wow's right," she said, "can you believe he just apologised and walked out?”
There was a long pause then Muriel said, “Such a sweet young man, a beautiful cock and a
tongue that never quits!"
Seven to go thought Muriel. The aching want between her legs had returned with a
vengeance when Mark had appeared. She dropped a hand between her thighs, not caring
that Sandra or the camera could see. She was wet, so very wet and she found her clit and
sobbed at the sweet delight of her own touch. If only they'd
leave her alone, for just a little while.
But no, here was randy old Bill, who thought himself such a lover. He stood proudly in front of
her and
unzipped himself before she could reach for him. She took him out and told him how big he
was. He looked so proud when she said that. He was a sweet guy and crazy about Muriel. He
thought Muriel the best thing that had ever happened. Sandra came round to stand behind
Muriel. Sweet old Bill, Muriel watched with delight as his eyes flicked up and down between
the two pairs of heavy breasts. This was almost too much for him. Sandra handed her the
lubricant and Muriel took his cock and pulled him towards her, to stand between her parted
knees.
He came almost before she could pleasure him at all, all over her hand. She squealed with
mock delight and
he glowed with pride. When Sandra stepped forward and cleaned him off with a handful of
Kleenex Muriel
thought he'd die of joy.
Still the guys came, and came, then, "Just one more I think," said Sandra
"I don't think I've ever been so cock hungry in my life," said Muriel.
"You!" said Sandra, "at least you're getting to touch the lovely things." She slid a hand down
to cup her
crotch. "I'm soaking, my pussy's starving for some loving."
It was hot, with the sunshine streaming into the place and Sandra's bare skin glistened with
sweat. Muriel
thought she looked utterly beautiful in just the little panties. Muriel had never felt like this
about another woman. 'My God,' she thought, 'I want her.'
Sandra came and stood in front of her and leaned over. Her breasts swung in front of
Muriel's face. As if it
were the most natural thing to do, Muriel kissed Sandra's left nipple and then drew it into her
mouth.
Sandra moaned and murmured, "Yes baby, oh yes." Muriel suckled hungrily and she felt as
she could come, just from the sensations inside her. There was a longing ache between her
thighs, her breasts seemed to glow with an inner heat.
‘Fuckhungry,’ was that a word? It ought to be she thought and helplessly squirmed her wet
ass on the chair seat.
The door opened and neither woman moved. A polite male cough beside them and Muriel
released Sandra's nipple with a loud kiss.
"Quite a turn on," Bob told them.
Muriel's jaws ached and her lips felt swollen. Even her wrists and hands were aching.
Tendonitis from
jerking guys off? She wondered what Doctor John would say about that.
"Hello Bob, you must be the last.”
“But not least I trust," he said, smiling. He looked at Sandra, “You’re looking lovely my dear.
“Why thank you sir.” She dropped him a curtsy. A strange gesture given the circumstances
and the fact she was clad in just panties.
Muriel sighed, Bob was to be the last. He was Sandra’s boss and Art’s too - and Mark’s
father. She wondered how he must feel about “the group”.
She clamped her thighs tight against her own needs and reached for Bob's zipper. Well
endowed for a small man, the sight of his erection brought an appreciative murmur from
Sandra. He glanced at her and grinned, "Plenty for two, young lady."
Sandra sidestepped this by saying, "Too much for me I'm afraid, sir."
Muriel took her time satisfying Bob. Hands and mouth and tongue taking him repeatedly to
the edge. She'd learnt a lot in six months and Bob was near collapse when she bent his cock
cruelly down, and used it to tease her nipples. He was begging for release by then and she
took him in her mouth again. This time there was no stopping. He grabbed handfuls of her
hair.
Sandra put one hand to her pussy and one to her mouth as she watched hungrily. Bob
thrust time and again. Then she saw Muriel's throat swallowing.
Muriel dropped her hands from Bob's cock and caught her nipples between thumbs and
forefingers and squeezed and pulled, squeezed and pulled cruelly. Finally, finally, oh the
blessed moment! … she came too.
Bob slowly withdrew his cock from between her lips. Tears of relief coursed down Muriel's
cheeks and she
teetered on the brink of blacking out.
The only sound in the room for minutes it seemed was that of the heavy breathing of Bob
and Muriel. Finally Bob said, "Dear God! That was incredible."
"You liked that didn't you?" said Muriel who'd needed release so badly. She licked her lips
and
squirmed in the puddle she'd made. Bob's cock softened and drooled onto her thigh.
Sandra emerged from her own dream state, her hand was down inside her panties. Bob
moved over to her and slipped something into her hand. They exchanged murmured words.
A change seemed to come over Sandra and she looked over at Muriel, "I've got things to do."
To Bob she said, "I'll be in for work on Monday."
Bob said he was looking forward to that To Muriel he said, "Thank you my dear, it's been
wonderful." Then he was gone.
Sandra came over and untied Muriel. "Follow me, you may enjoy the next little while," she
headed for the
door. "Keep out of sight," she added over her shoulder.
Muriel moved after Sandra, more than a little unsteady on her feet. She felt sorely in need of
a shower. Her thighs were slick against each other as she walked, her skirt was wet against
her ass. I must have leaked a gallon she thought. She'd never, never been so aroused for
so long. She wondered briefly about dehydration and smiled to herself. Her bra was still
round her waist, her blouse lay on the floor, she was a happy, tired mess.
Ahead of her Sandra called, "Where's my slave?" She’d disappeared into the main part of
the house and Muriel could hear muted conversation.
She dropped to her knees and peeked around the corner, very conscious of her breasts
swinging free. Sandra
stood with her feet apart, her back to Muriel. "Strip slave!" she ordered. "Face the other way.
I don't want
to see your sorry face."
She reached for her purse beside the couch and produced, of all things, a cat o' nine tails,
short handled, long tailed. She swung it and Muriel heard the hiss. She crept a little further
out. There was Art, bent over, struggling out of his pants.
When he wore just socks Sandra said, "Socks off too, you look kind of silly like that." As he
pushed off the
second sock and straightened Sandra moved forward and dealt him a blow across his white
buttocks. He yelped.
"On your knees and we'll go find a bed, I need to use that miserable body of yours."
It was all too sweet to bear. Watching Sandra drive Art ahead of her, out of the living room
and slowly up the stairs. She whipped him every inch of the way, turning his ass into two
hemispheres of red welts.
Muriel wanted to follow but she also wanted to rest, and resting won out. The sounds of
Sandra screaming her satisfaction made Muriel clutch at herself as she lay on the couch.
She needed some of that but not from
Art.
‘Well,’ said Muriel to herself, 'so that's what he needed all these years.' She giggled. 'Why
didn't he just ask me?' She'd have been only too happy to have obliged and thrashed his
sorry ass.
She pictured the scene upstairs and somehow imagined Sandra astride Art, impaled and
bouncing frantically. Then she realised with a shock that she wanted Sandra to come down
and hold her. Suddenly, helplessly tired, she fell asleep.
"Wake up, sleepy head," said Sandra's voice and Muriel opened her eyes. God but she
needed a shower and a pee.
"Well, Art's sleeping the sleep of the soundly punished and the thoroughly fucked," Sandra
told her.
She brandished three videotapes. She held up the first, “This is you and me in the solarium."
She gestured at another, "this is the bedroom and me with that no good husband of yours."
The third one, she explained, was the masterpiece Art had been showing the guys.
An hour later they were in Sandra's apartment. Sandra showed Muriel around and then,
waving some keys she said, I borrowed Bob’s keys, now I've got a little more business to
attend to." She left.
Muriel unpacked her bag and headed for the shower.
When Sandra returned an hour later she had a bag which she handed to Muriel. "Six more
tapes. Now we've got them all. These were locked in his desk at the office," she announced,
"there aren't any more. He talked his head off while we fucked, God but he's so pleased with
himself." She took one out and turned it over
thoughtfully, "Even the one of me."
"Sandy, how ever do I thank you?" asked Muriel.
"Well we could sit and watch the movies we’ve starred in, or maybe another day?" Sandra
said. "I'm hungry, thirsty and need to sit a while. How does pizza and red wine sound?"
"Sound wonderful," said Muriel.
They waited for the pizza and Sandra raised her glass, "Here's to a Art’s railroad."
"Art’s railroad," echoed Muriel and broke into giggles.
With the pizza eaten and the bottle empty they sat sprawled on the couch, Muriel felt more at
peace
than in a long time.
She sat up suddenly and reached for her purse. "I've got something to do."
"What's that?" asked Sandra dreamily.
"Phone seventeen guys," she said, "tell them the good news."
"Sixteen," said Sandra, "I dropped the keys off at Bob's house, so he knows. We could call
your young Mark, see if he’s busy this evening?”
Muriel reached for the phone.
She put down the receiver. "He sounded like a happy puppy, says he'll be round in an hour."
"Perhaps you could wait and call the others in the morning?" said Sandra squirming off the
couch and moving round to kneel in front of Muriel. She began to pull Muriel's borrowed robe
open. "May I?" she asked.
In answer, Muriel wriggled herself to the sofa's edge. "So long as we get to change places
soon."
Sandra gently pushed Muriel's knees apart and kissed the inside of her thigh and whispered,
"Oh you bet."
Two of Muriel's orgasms later, Sandra came up for air. She got up and sat on the couch and
spread her legs in invitation. She looked at the clock. "Twenty minutes honey, my turn now."
Muriel nuzzled between Sandra's legs and the girl sobbed, tendons standing out on her
thighs.
"Muriel?" she said, "was that true, what you said about Mark, a lovely cock and a tireless
tongue?"
Cont’d? Yes there’s a Part 5 ………………………
Copyright Julius 2004
by Julius
Copyright 2004
Suddenly it seemed, six months were gone and Art's next railroad club meeting was upon
her. The tidying
and preparing that had once delighted her, she now found irksome.
Six more months of sexless marriage and here she was catering for his get-together.
Dammit! Why bother?
Not that the half-year had been sexless for Muriel. She'd fucked his whole group, every last
one. If pride
was a sin, how about being proudly sinful?
Oh but she'd loved it. Seventeen of them had all fallen to her charms, or had they jumped?
Not once had
Art come onto her, not once. And she'd given him ample chance and sometimes, not a little
encouragement.
Her last conquest had been that very morning, a few hours before the meeting. Only just in
time to complete her collection. Bob, cute Bob, a real old goat but he was a gentleman too.
He'd knelt under the kitchen table and had her for breakfast. God! she could almost come,
just thinking about his mouth, like father, like son. And of course, her mind skipped to the
son, young Mark.
Muriel sometimes wondered about nymphomania. Was there such a thing? Was she
becoming a nympho? Muriel the Nymph, hmm, she liked that. She turned back to setting up
the buffet. Having all her conquests under one roof at one time, it should be a fun afternoon.
John arrived half an hour early. 'Doctor' John as she thought of him. She clenched her
buttocks in reflex at the memory of him gently de-splintering her ass
"Where's Art?" he asked, glancing around.
"Downstairs, cleaning track. You're the first arrival," she glanced at the clock, "and pretty
early
at that."
"Missed you," he said and moved close, slipping his arms round her. His hands slid down
over her ass and
he began working her skirt up over her buttocks, inch by teasing inch.
She moaned and pressed herself against him. He was hard, hard against her belly. "Oh but I
need some of this," she murmured, grinding against his erection.
When he'd bared her ass, his fingers found her thong and began to pull it upwards. Tight
between her legs,
and tight into her pussy, she loved the feeling of invasion. "You're cutting me in half," she
said.
He pulled harder and she squirmed against the thong's tightness, reveled in the feel of his
hardness. God,
she was so horny, it was like a fever.
Art's footsteps sounded on the stairs and they pulled quickly apart. "Hello there John, you're
early," Art said and added to Muriel, "any coffee Moo?"
The two men went downstairs together with mugs of coffee, leaving Muriel with her hungry
pussy and a
longing she thought would drive her mad.
Ralph arrived next and they chatted. Muriel was folding napkins at the kitchen counter. She
soon found
him standing behind her, his erection nudging her ass cleavage, while his hands cupped and
squeezed her breasts. She was squirming her ass against him and wondering how she was
going to endure
much more when the doorbell announced another arrival.
After that they arrived, one after another. No chance for anybody to give her more than a
hug or a peck on the cheek. She was almost relieved.
Finally, the rush ended and she wondered about the lady member Art had mentioned. Didn't
seem the sort of hobby to attract a female. But then she thought, there were females and
there were females. No sign either of the other new recruit.
When all the regulars had arrived she left the front door open and fled to the bedroom to
change. The
early arrivals had upset her schedule.
She undressed and stood in front of the mirror for a few moments. She cupped her breasts
and nodded her
approval. She half turned and checked the reflection of her ass. Not bad for fifty-something,
she thought.
The last six months had been wonderful. The next few hours promised to be very interesting.
God she needed some cock. Maybe she could just… Her hands strayed south. No! There
was no time. She crammed her heavy breasts into a white, half-cup bra which produced a
spectacular cleavage and followed that with a thin, white cotton blouse. She struggled her
usual black leather skirt up over her hips and zipped herself in.
It was too short, but she knew what it did to the guys. No thong, no panties, would any of
them manage to
discover that fact? She hoped so. She ran a comb though her black hair, not a trace of grey
thanks to
Clairol. Finally, glossy strawberry lipstick and she headed downstairs.
In the kitchen stood a woman who smiled and apologised, "Forgive me, but the door was
open and
nobody answered my knock."
"You must be Sandra, the lady modeler."
Sandra smiled, "Sandra, the lady modeler,” she repeated, “I like that.” For a small woman
she had a deep, rather sexy voice.
Muriel liked her on sight. "You'll be wanting to go downstairs to play," Muriel said, gesturing
across the
kitchen, towards the basement stairs.
"Not really, my only interest is the pocket money from painting sky and clouds and back-
scenes for their
layouts."
"Coffee then? Let's go sit in the living room."
Muriel lost track of time as they talked and laughed. Then, slowly, she found herself growing
angry with Art. He'd told Sandra far too much about their relationship. She found herself
wondering about Art’s comment about Sandra’s sexual preferences. But then, Art was Art.
Coffee drunk, Muriel opened a bottle of wine and this began to loosen tongues a little more.
"Art says you've played around with guys in his group," said Sandra, half way down her third
glass of wine.
Muriel bit back an angry retort and said quietly, "I figured he might have guessed." She
stared at Sandra for a moment, "Perhaps I had good reason."
Despite being on the receiving end of Sandra's disclosures, and smarting under the shock of
hearing about Art's loose tongue, she found herself warming to the other woman.
Food and entertaining forgotten, Muriel opened a second bottle and the two women found
themselves getting along wonderfully. No interruption from downstairs save the murmur of
voices.
"Art and I haven't been lovers for a long time now. A girl needs a little fun."
"You bet," said Sandra enthusiastically.
Sandra was a secretary with Art's law firm and worked much of her time for Art. Muriel
sensed more than a
professional relationship and felt a pang of jealousy, but then again she couldn't imagine the
attraction.
Art was too much the workaholic and Sandra seemed too warm and bubbly for a man of Art's
coolness.
"So which ones were your choices?" asked Sandra.
Muriel giggled, "All of them."
"All of them!"
"Every last one of them, all seventeen," said Muriel, a note of pride in her voice, "Except you
of course,"
she said and hiccoughed.
"Well, not yet," Sandra shot back.
This made Muriel think. She'd never really been attracted to her own sex. The wine and the
intimate
nature of the conversation was lending a warmth and closeness. Sandra was very like
herself in proportion,
maybe fifteen years younger. Medium height and a bit on the heavy side. Full of bosom and
wide of hip,
all the more reason to wonder at any possible playing around with Art, she was too much like
Muriel.
The level in the second bottle dropped and the two women found each other good company.
Soon Muriel was telling all about Art's shortcomings.
But when Sandra started telling her about Art's plans for the afternoon she found herself
smiling. She was
angry, but the idea of enjoying what Art thought of as punishment had a certain sweetness.
"Well," she said, "it would be fun don't you think?"
"If you think so," said Sandra in surprise, "it's your
choice."
Feet sounded on the stairs and Art appeared, "Oh hi Sandy." Annoyance registered on his
face at the sight
of the two women sitting together on the couch.
"Will the food be ready soon Moo?" he said.
"Bring the guys up in twenty minutes," she told him. He headed back down to the basement.
"Moo?" queried Sandra.
"Goes back a long time to when he seemed to care," she cupped her hands under her heavy
breasts and hefted them and said, "Moo, not very flattering but the name stuck, I'm afraid."
"Yes he is a tits man," she caught Muriel's glance and blushed and Muriel wondered again
about Art.
Art herded the guys upstairs and they began filling plates with food. Most moved into the
living room but
some milled around the kitchen and dining area. Half chose coffee or tea and the rest
settled for a beer, drinking happily from bottles.
When everybody had helped themselves, Art called them to order and said, "I've got a movie
here for everyone to watch, but first, a present for Moo"
Muriel was standing in the kitchen and knew the 'fun' was about to begin. She exchanged
glances with Sandra who gave her a wink. Art walked through to the kitchen and took Muriel
by the elbow and led her through to the solarium. Sandra walked through behind them.
"Here, sit down Moo, close your eyes and hold out your hand."
She sat and closed her eyes. She felt hands moving at her waist and knew it was Art.
Something tightened
around her waist and Art grunted. More touching and this was at her ankles. She opened her
eyes in alarm
and looked down. Too late, she was tied to the chair. Rope around her waist and Sandra
kneeling on the floor tightening plastic cable ties, securing her ankles to the chair legs.
Some futile struggles and angry questions at Art's retreating back. Some because she knew
she had to act
surprised but some of the performance was quite real, she was both angry and near panic.
Art headed back to the living room but she could hear him plainly enough.
"Gentleman, perhaps five months ago I had cameras installed in every room of this house.
I'm sure you
all know why," he said and paused, no doubt enjoying the drama of the moment.
"I took the films from the cameras from time to time and did some careful editing. I've made
another delightful film featuring the highlights." Muriel sensed he was really enjoying himself.
Art continued. "Copies are in a safe place," he paused to let the threat sink in, "so I'm sure
you'll be only
too happy to cooperate this afternoon."
She heard a tape being put into the VCR. "As each of you appear on the screen I'd like you
to go through to
the solarium and Moo will pleasure you for one last time and then you can run along home."
"Sandra!" Art raised his voice, "you won’t forget that tape of you, will you? You'll help Muriel
all you can, I'm sure."
Surprised Muriel looked up at Sandra who went over and closed the door. She said very
quietly, "He has a
rather compromising tape of me which would end my chances at the university and my job
with the law
firm. No degree and out of work. I'll help, whether I like it or not."
The sun streamed into the room. Sandra went round tilting the horizontal blinds to give them
privacy
but still letting some sunshine in. A gentle knock at the door. "Come in," called Sandra
John walked in. "I'm so sorry about this," he said. He glanced at Sandra and back at Muriel
and raised an
eyebrow, wondering about the younger woman's presence.
"Come here John," she said.
"We don't have to do this you know," he told her.
"I think we do. No doubt one of Art's cameras is watching. Besides, you like the things we do
together
don't you?"
Another glance at Sandra and he said, "Yes of course I do."
Muriel could almost hear her heart speeding up. This punishment promised to be just what
she needed, she reached for his zipper.
She smiled at Sandra's gasp as John's cock reared erect. ‘My
goodness, he's so big,’ thought Muriel.
John's cock was a job for mouth and both hands. Mouth full and hands full, God but he was
beautiful. She heard his breathing deepen and felt her pussy clench. Quite suddenly Muriel's
body took over and all that mattered was Doctor John's cock.
His hands cradled the back of her head and he began to fuck her mouth with a gentle
urgency. He seemed to have quite forgotten Sandra's presence and the circumstances.
It didn't take very long before he was coming and Muriel drew her head back and clutching
his cock she directed his cum over her face. She reveled in the feel of the hot jets against
her closed eyelids, her lips.
John bent over her, breathing hard, "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Don't be," she said, "don’t ever be sorry John, I loved doing it for you."
The door closed behind him and Sandra came with some tissues for Muriel to clean herself
up.
Muriel reached a hand under her skirt and felt her wetness. She glanced up at Sandra, "This
is
crazy. I'm so horny. How can it be when ... " she gestured around her helplessly.
"You looked like you were having fun."
"Fun? The world's most beautiful cock just went out of that door, and all I have is a cum-wet
blouse. My
pussy wanted some of that," said Muriel.
"Yes and the owner of that lovely cock never gave me so much as a glance," said Sandra,
She began to unbutton her blouse, "It's warm in here or maybe the floor show is hot."
Another knock and Sandra went to open the door.
"Hello Ernest," Muriel said. Her mind went back six months to when he'd taken her while she
perched on the vanity in the bathroom. Ernest was the founding member of Muriel's little
railroad group.
He said hello to Sandra, his gaze lingering on her opened blouse, before returning to Muriel.
"Seems Art
has outsmarted us, my dear."
"Well, come and give me a goodbye present," said Muriel, beginning to unbutton her own
blouse.
To Muriel's surprise, Sandra went and knelt in front of Ernest and unzipped him. Her clever
fingers had his
cock out in moments and she gently brought him to full erection with her fingers. He didn't
resist, although
he did look a little surprised. "Two maidens, just for me," he said softly. Sandra brought him
to stand in front of Muriel and picked up a bottle of lubricant from a little table. Art seemed to
have thought of everything.
Muriel took the bottle from her and squeezed a generous amount into her cleavage. She
eased her
breasts out of her bra cups and held them for him. Ernest slid his cock into her slick
cleavage with a
groan and began fucking her breasts while she squeezed them hard together. The pressure
of her hands, the thrusting penetrations of Ernest's cock felt exquisite. She stared down and
watched the swollen
cock-head appear disappear at the top of her deep cleavage.
Sandra watched delightedly. Muriel was gripping her breasts with what looked like cruel
hardness, making the nipples jut like ripe berries.
Ernest, despite his years, soon reached his threshold and with a sob began emptying himself
between Muriel's tight-squeezed breasts and up over her throat. He stood trembling, a
blissful smile on his face. When his eyes finally opened Sandra took his elbow and helped
him sit in a chair. He allowed her to gently put his cock away for him and zip him up. When
he'd thanked them both and gone out, they looked at each other and smiled.
"Isn't he a dear?" said Sandra.
"Mmmm," sighed Muriel kneading her slick breasts. She thought wistfully about Ernest's cock
on that far off Saturday, wishing. Her pussy spasmed, perhaps it was wishing too.
"Now you have a come-filled cleavage, life gets better by the minute," Sandra giggled, “this
doesn’t look much like punishment.”
There was real envy in Sandra’s voice thought Muriel.
And so her railroad lovers came, one after the other and she helped them come, one after
another.
Sandra had kept undressing slowly, a garment, it seemed, for each visitor. Now she wore just
panties.
As each man had come in, his eyes had lingered on Sandra's exposure. There was no doubt
she was aroused,
the way she moved, the outthrust jut of her nipples, Sandra was hot thought Muriel, and
getting hotter. But she always steered the men to Muriel. Even so, Muriel was certain the
younger woman was just as horny as herself.
When yet another happy lover had closed the door behind him Sandra announced, "He was
number eight,
you've made it to half way down the list." Muriel was secretly pleased. She was enjoying this.
Her arousal
had somehow become a manageable, steady state. She squirmed her ass on the wooden
seat, very aware that
the wetness under her was all of her own making. She ran her fingertips over her face and
then her breasts
and wondered if male ejaculate would be good for her complexion. Sandra laughed
delightedly when Muriel suggested it to her.
Muriel needed a pee very badly. Sandra found a pair of scissors and freed her to visit the
adjoining bathroom. She squatted there and experienced a near ecstasy of another sort. As
she was leaving she glanced in the mirror, her breasts, free of her bra, glistened and her
nipples poked out proudly. They'd been proclaiming her arousal since she'd got up that
morning.
She opened the door and Sandra was standing there, waiting. She escorted her back to the
chair and they stood facing each other.
"Watching you perform is driving me wild you know," said the girl. Her eyes flicked down to
Muriel's bare
breasts.
Muriel gave a nervous little laugh and quite on impulse took Sandra's hand and placed it on
her right
breast. "I know what you mean. I've been horny as a mink since I found out about all this."
She gestured
around the room with her free hand.
Sandra squeezed her breast and Muriel growled softly in her throat. Sandra bent her head
and kissed the big
nipple. Muriel started to melt and felt her legs begin to buckle. She clung to Sandra as that
wonderful mouth
just went on loving her nipple.
Sandra came up for air, "You smell all yummy and cummy," she told Muriel.
Muriel stood very still. The air between them seemed charged. She cupped her breasts with
her hands and
made her nipples touch Sandra's. She moved her breasts gently from side to side and two
pairs of nipples
teased their owners. "I've never done anything like this before with a woman," she confessed.
"Nice isn't it?" said Sandra, her own eyes closed, her tongue playing over her lips.
Sandra dropped to her knees and slid Muriel's leather skirt up her thighs. "Oh God, you're
not wearing any panties."
Just kiss me, Muriel begged silently, thrusting her hips forward, yearning. Sandra's nose
brushed her
curls and she squirmed.
Knuckles rapped softly on the door. "Just a minute," called Sandra. Muriel cried out softly as
she felt
Sandra move away and stand. The need, between her thighs was suddenly awful.
But she went to the chair and, flicking up her skirt at the back, sat on the chair's wet seat.
She squirmed
feeling flesh slide on the wet, polished wood. She sat quietly and let Sandra tie her to the
chair.
When Sandra opened the door, Muriel's heart leaped. It was Mark. Mark the young man
she'd brought from shy youth to wonderful lover in a few short months. But he looked so very
uncertain now. She knew he cared very much for her. She felt the same about him. He
crossed the room and stood in front of her. "I'm sorry you're having to do this."
Muriel bit back the urge to say that she was enjoying every minute. He was so obviously
sincere. "It's OK
Mark," she smiled up at him, suddenly aware of how she must look. His gaze passed over her
bared breasts and hiked up skirt. Muriel wondered what he'd like her to do for him.
Mark reached out and touched her hair and said a very quiet, "I’ll miss you. Muriel," and he
was gone. The door to the outside of the house closed and Muriel and Sandra exchanged
looks and Muriel started crying.
"Wow," said Sandra. Muriel thought that summed Mark up very nicely.
"Wow's right," she said, "can you believe he just apologised and walked out?”
There was a long pause then Muriel said, “Such a sweet young man, a beautiful cock and a
tongue that never quits!"
Seven to go thought Muriel. The aching want between her legs had returned with a
vengeance when Mark had appeared. She dropped a hand between her thighs, not caring
that Sandra or the camera could see. She was wet, so very wet and she found her clit and
sobbed at the sweet delight of her own touch. If only they'd
leave her alone, for just a little while.
But no, here was randy old Bill, who thought himself such a lover. He stood proudly in front of
her and
unzipped himself before she could reach for him. She took him out and told him how big he
was. He looked so proud when she said that. He was a sweet guy and crazy about Muriel. He
thought Muriel the best thing that had ever happened. Sandra came round to stand behind
Muriel. Sweet old Bill, Muriel watched with delight as his eyes flicked up and down between
the two pairs of heavy breasts. This was almost too much for him. Sandra handed her the
lubricant and Muriel took his cock and pulled him towards her, to stand between her parted
knees.
He came almost before she could pleasure him at all, all over her hand. She squealed with
mock delight and
he glowed with pride. When Sandra stepped forward and cleaned him off with a handful of
Kleenex Muriel
thought he'd die of joy.
Still the guys came, and came, then, "Just one more I think," said Sandra
"I don't think I've ever been so cock hungry in my life," said Muriel.
"You!" said Sandra, "at least you're getting to touch the lovely things." She slid a hand down
to cup her
crotch. "I'm soaking, my pussy's starving for some loving."
It was hot, with the sunshine streaming into the place and Sandra's bare skin glistened with
sweat. Muriel
thought she looked utterly beautiful in just the little panties. Muriel had never felt like this
about another woman. 'My God,' she thought, 'I want her.'
Sandra came and stood in front of her and leaned over. Her breasts swung in front of
Muriel's face. As if it
were the most natural thing to do, Muriel kissed Sandra's left nipple and then drew it into her
mouth.
Sandra moaned and murmured, "Yes baby, oh yes." Muriel suckled hungrily and she felt as
she could come, just from the sensations inside her. There was a longing ache between her
thighs, her breasts seemed to glow with an inner heat.
‘Fuckhungry,’ was that a word? It ought to be she thought and helplessly squirmed her wet
ass on the chair seat.
The door opened and neither woman moved. A polite male cough beside them and Muriel
released Sandra's nipple with a loud kiss.
"Quite a turn on," Bob told them.
Muriel's jaws ached and her lips felt swollen. Even her wrists and hands were aching.
Tendonitis from
jerking guys off? She wondered what Doctor John would say about that.
"Hello Bob, you must be the last.”
“But not least I trust," he said, smiling. He looked at Sandra, “You’re looking lovely my dear.
“Why thank you sir.” She dropped him a curtsy. A strange gesture given the circumstances
and the fact she was clad in just panties.
Muriel sighed, Bob was to be the last. He was Sandra’s boss and Art’s too - and Mark’s
father. She wondered how he must feel about “the group”.
She clamped her thighs tight against her own needs and reached for Bob's zipper. Well
endowed for a small man, the sight of his erection brought an appreciative murmur from
Sandra. He glanced at her and grinned, "Plenty for two, young lady."
Sandra sidestepped this by saying, "Too much for me I'm afraid, sir."
Muriel took her time satisfying Bob. Hands and mouth and tongue taking him repeatedly to
the edge. She'd learnt a lot in six months and Bob was near collapse when she bent his cock
cruelly down, and used it to tease her nipples. He was begging for release by then and she
took him in her mouth again. This time there was no stopping. He grabbed handfuls of her
hair.
Sandra put one hand to her pussy and one to her mouth as she watched hungrily. Bob
thrust time and again. Then she saw Muriel's throat swallowing.
Muriel dropped her hands from Bob's cock and caught her nipples between thumbs and
forefingers and squeezed and pulled, squeezed and pulled cruelly. Finally, finally, oh the
blessed moment! … she came too.
Bob slowly withdrew his cock from between her lips. Tears of relief coursed down Muriel's
cheeks and she
teetered on the brink of blacking out.
The only sound in the room for minutes it seemed was that of the heavy breathing of Bob
and Muriel. Finally Bob said, "Dear God! That was incredible."
"You liked that didn't you?" said Muriel who'd needed release so badly. She licked her lips
and
squirmed in the puddle she'd made. Bob's cock softened and drooled onto her thigh.
Sandra emerged from her own dream state, her hand was down inside her panties. Bob
moved over to her and slipped something into her hand. They exchanged murmured words.
A change seemed to come over Sandra and she looked over at Muriel, "I've got things to do."
To Bob she said, "I'll be in for work on Monday."
Bob said he was looking forward to that To Muriel he said, "Thank you my dear, it's been
wonderful." Then he was gone.
Sandra came over and untied Muriel. "Follow me, you may enjoy the next little while," she
headed for the
door. "Keep out of sight," she added over her shoulder.
Muriel moved after Sandra, more than a little unsteady on her feet. She felt sorely in need of
a shower. Her thighs were slick against each other as she walked, her skirt was wet against
her ass. I must have leaked a gallon she thought. She'd never, never been so aroused for
so long. She wondered briefly about dehydration and smiled to herself. Her bra was still
round her waist, her blouse lay on the floor, she was a happy, tired mess.
Ahead of her Sandra called, "Where's my slave?" She’d disappeared into the main part of
the house and Muriel could hear muted conversation.
She dropped to her knees and peeked around the corner, very conscious of her breasts
swinging free. Sandra
stood with her feet apart, her back to Muriel. "Strip slave!" she ordered. "Face the other way.
I don't want
to see your sorry face."
She reached for her purse beside the couch and produced, of all things, a cat o' nine tails,
short handled, long tailed. She swung it and Muriel heard the hiss. She crept a little further
out. There was Art, bent over, struggling out of his pants.
When he wore just socks Sandra said, "Socks off too, you look kind of silly like that." As he
pushed off the
second sock and straightened Sandra moved forward and dealt him a blow across his white
buttocks. He yelped.
"On your knees and we'll go find a bed, I need to use that miserable body of yours."
It was all too sweet to bear. Watching Sandra drive Art ahead of her, out of the living room
and slowly up the stairs. She whipped him every inch of the way, turning his ass into two
hemispheres of red welts.
Muriel wanted to follow but she also wanted to rest, and resting won out. The sounds of
Sandra screaming her satisfaction made Muriel clutch at herself as she lay on the couch.
She needed some of that but not from
Art.
‘Well,’ said Muriel to herself, 'so that's what he needed all these years.' She giggled. 'Why
didn't he just ask me?' She'd have been only too happy to have obliged and thrashed his
sorry ass.
She pictured the scene upstairs and somehow imagined Sandra astride Art, impaled and
bouncing frantically. Then she realised with a shock that she wanted Sandra to come down
and hold her. Suddenly, helplessly tired, she fell asleep.
"Wake up, sleepy head," said Sandra's voice and Muriel opened her eyes. God but she
needed a shower and a pee.
"Well, Art's sleeping the sleep of the soundly punished and the thoroughly fucked," Sandra
told her.
She brandished three videotapes. She held up the first, “This is you and me in the solarium."
She gestured at another, "this is the bedroom and me with that no good husband of yours."
The third one, she explained, was the masterpiece Art had been showing the guys.
An hour later they were in Sandra's apartment. Sandra showed Muriel around and then,
waving some keys she said, I borrowed Bob’s keys, now I've got a little more business to
attend to." She left.
Muriel unpacked her bag and headed for the shower.
When Sandra returned an hour later she had a bag which she handed to Muriel. "Six more
tapes. Now we've got them all. These were locked in his desk at the office," she announced,
"there aren't any more. He talked his head off while we fucked, God but he's so pleased with
himself." She took one out and turned it over
thoughtfully, "Even the one of me."
"Sandy, how ever do I thank you?" asked Muriel.
"Well we could sit and watch the movies we’ve starred in, or maybe another day?" Sandra
said. "I'm hungry, thirsty and need to sit a while. How does pizza and red wine sound?"
"Sound wonderful," said Muriel.
They waited for the pizza and Sandra raised her glass, "Here's to a Art’s railroad."
"Art’s railroad," echoed Muriel and broke into giggles.
With the pizza eaten and the bottle empty they sat sprawled on the couch, Muriel felt more at
peace
than in a long time.
She sat up suddenly and reached for her purse. "I've got something to do."
"What's that?" asked Sandra dreamily.
"Phone seventeen guys," she said, "tell them the good news."
"Sixteen," said Sandra, "I dropped the keys off at Bob's house, so he knows. We could call
your young Mark, see if he’s busy this evening?”
Muriel reached for the phone.
She put down the receiver. "He sounded like a happy puppy, says he'll be round in an hour."
"Perhaps you could wait and call the others in the morning?" said Sandra squirming off the
couch and moving round to kneel in front of Muriel. She began to pull Muriel's borrowed robe
open. "May I?" she asked.
In answer, Muriel wriggled herself to the sofa's edge. "So long as we get to change places
soon."
Sandra gently pushed Muriel's knees apart and kissed the inside of her thigh and whispered,
"Oh you bet."
Two of Muriel's orgasms later, Sandra came up for air. She got up and sat on the couch and
spread her legs in invitation. She looked at the clock. "Twenty minutes honey, my turn now."
Muriel nuzzled between Sandra's legs and the girl sobbed, tendons standing out on her
thighs.
"Muriel?" she said, "was that true, what you said about Mark, a lovely cock and a tireless
tongue?"
Cont’d? Yes there’s a Part 5 ………………………
Copyright Julius 2004
Muriel is the unsatisfied wife of a very career focused lawyer. His only interest outside his
practice is his model railroad. At one of his twice-a-year group meetings, held in their
basement, where his trains run, she embarks on a journey of fulfilment with members of the
group. One by one she charms them - and more - and soon has a wonderful railroad group
of her own.
Now it seems she may pay a penalty....
practice is his model railroad. At one of his twice-a-year group meetings, held in their
basement, where his trains run, she embarks on a journey of fulfilment with members of the
group. One by one she charms them - and more - and soon has a wonderful railroad group
of her own.
Now it seems she may pay a penalty....
R V Raiment's
personal favourite in
the story so far....
personal favourite in
the story so far....