Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 29: Patty

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

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	The rest of the afternoon passed with a lack of eventfulness that
seemed downright boring compared with what she had been through already,
both emotionally and physically. Peter spent a half hour locked in the
office with the blinds down doing God-knew-what to get rid of his
erection. Patty figured he had some method he used. After all, a sexy stud
like that, no matter what his sexual proclivities, had to spend a great
deal of time with a hard-on. She wondered what it was he could do, if he
wasn't able to achieve orgasm. Several times she was tempted to knock on
the door and feign some important need in the office just to check on his
progress. The fact of the matter was, despite his obvious abhorrence to
having his cock touched and her own devastating sexual fulfillment at the
hands of this amazing boy, she had an incredible desire to suck Peter's
cock. Her mouth watered at the thought.
	A half-hour after their encounter, Peter emerged from the
office. Patty was at the front desk, taking care of some paper work. As he
passed her she turned to him and caught his eye. Her gaze then dropped
quickly to his crotch where she knew she would find the thing her mouth and
tongue desired. Her eyes flashed back to his, telegraphing her passion and
desire.
	"Oh, Christ, Patty." he moaned and turned right around and headed
back into the office. Click went the button on the door knob and he wasn't
seen for another fifteen minutes.
	This time when he emerged Patty made sure she was down on the main
floor. She didn't want to send the boy into agonizing frustration again and
so busied herself with plants and clients. He stood at the railing that
overlooked the gym and waited for her to see him. The look on his face told
her he had things much more in control this time and even dared her to try
to stimulate him in front of the rest of the people there. Patty made a
subtle gesture with her hand towards her crotch which Peter answered with a
modest thrust forward with his pelvis. Everything seemed to be under
control.
	Everything, that was, except Patty. The devastating experience of
the orgasms she had achieved in the office filled her with mixed
feelings. Feelings for and about Peter. Feelings within herself about
herself. She certainly didn't want to slip into the ridiculous role of
"superwoman saving the poor homosexual from the horrible fate of his own
sexuality". But the boy (and he really was still just a boy) had stimulated
in her the same mothering instincts that had gotten her involved with many
messed-up, muscle-bound men. She made a silent promise to herself that she
wasn't going to fall into that trap again. Or had she already?
	Peter returned to the floor and stepped back into his roll of
cheerleader and motivator. Several other members had arrived during the
last hour and each had asked the whereabouts of "the kid", confirming (as
if it needed confirming) Arnold's observation of Peter's value. To each
inquiry, Patty had answered that "Peter" was taking care of some business
in the office and would be out soon.
	"Peter? Who the hell is Peter?"
	"That's his real name."
	"The kid's?"
	"Yeah. I think he wants us to call him that from now on. Peter."
	"Sure thing, Patty. What ever you say."
	"No. What ever Peter says."
	"Huh? Oh. Right."
	The members of the club had been admitted on the basis of their
personality and personability as much as for anything else. Those present
understood that something had changed and were immediately willing to
accept the new as status quo without question. Patty's attitude about it
made it clear this was not up for debate. They all knew Peter's value and
respected him. Peter had been called "the kid" for the last time.
	For the rest of the day, whenever someone new came into the gym,
one of the people already present would make a point of asking Peter
something, using his real name, so the newcomer would get the hint. Later
in the afternoon one guy, Claude, called him "Petey". Peter called him
"Claudie" in return and that was the last that was heard of that. No
assholes allowed.
	Peter's own view of himself increased visibly throughout the
day. He was a little less hesitant about offering advice, a little more
forceful when intimidating the people he was working with to push them past
their point of physical endurance. Patty had to reign him in a few times by
calling him "Sarge," an in-house term for someone swinging a bit more
weight around than what was attached to a barbell. Peter got the message
and soon found a balance between the meek, insecure but amazingly sensitive
"kid" and the new, more confident but less malleable Peter.
	About three o'clock Patty decided she had put off the inevitable
long enough. It was time for her to take off for her sister's house. She
turned the keys over to Peter and was able to barely resist the temptation
to go over the close-up checklist which she knew he knew by heart but,
until this time, had felt the need to go over in minute detail each time he
covered for her.
	Peter, sensing the new order of things, made an extra effort to
assure her all would be well and reminded her he had her sister's phone
number in case anything untoward happened which, they both knew, would not.
	When it was apparent she was not going to leave of her own
volition, Peter, sensing the need, walked her out to her car, closed the
door for her after she was in, and stood in front of the building, pointing
the way to the freeway in a commanding pose of "get thee hence."
	Patty went south with a head full of thoughts and feelings which
made it difficult to concentrate on the masses of cars that sped by and cut
her off and chugged along at half the speed limit in front of her until she
couldn't stand it any longer. She bailed out and headed over to the road
that ran down the coast. A bit more tedious a drive, but the scenery made
up for it. Long stretches of road paralleled the coastline, offering
spectacular views of crashing surf and green, verdant fields. Then the road
swung inland a bit and the sky would disappear above a tunnel of huge,
overhanging branches thickly covered with cool, green leaves that allowed
sparkles of sunlight to penetrate and flash off the chrome frame of her
windshield.
	The off-shore afternoon breeze carried the scent of salt air and a
clean, well-scrubbed feel. She breathed deep and enjoyed the freedom it
filled her with. She had changed into a blouse and skirt for her drive down
and had decided to forgo a bra until she reached her sister's house. The
crisp air flew over the windshield and dove down the open neck of her top,
whipping the fabric of the camisole against her unfettered breasts. Her
nipples tingled deliciously as the stimulation of the friction kept them
powerfully erect. She clasped the steering wheel hard and forced her
pectorals to press her breasts harder against the inside of her blouse,
increasing the sensation even more.
	She attracted quite a bit of attention when she stopped at a little
service station far out between two seaside towns. She had not gotten over
the stimulation of being with those two sexually powerful men, Arnold and
Peter. Her cunt buzzed with a teasing tingling and her head spun around
memories of Peter's amazing finger and dreams of Arnold's amazing cock both
in her at the same time. The wonderful odor of her sex was permeating the
air, filling her head with images of sex; raw, pure, animal sex.
	Patty got out of the car and noticed three men; one sitting in a
chair which leaned precariously against the side of the building. He was
flanked by two others who sat on the curb and smoked cigarettes and were
laughing too hard at something he was saying. She knew there was precious
little dress to cover her firm, muscular ass and as she bent over to
retrieve her bag a serendipitous breeze lifted the back and gave the lucky
men a fine view. When she turned around to head for the restroom all three
leered at her unabashedly. She gave them a wave and strolled around to the
side of the building. The door was locked so she had to go back to the
office to get the key. As she came around the corner she could see the man
in the chair was swinging a strip of Plexiglas with a key attached by a
piece of string. He held it purposefully between his spread legs and, as
she neared, rested it on a sizable bulge in the front of his button
denims. He looked her straight in the eye and dared her to reach for the
key where it rested.
	She circled out just far enough so she approached him straight on,
avoiding any close contact with his two cohorts. All three of them were in
their mid-twenties and had dark tans, sun-bleached hair and taut, hard
bodies gotten from lots of activity on the beach. She almost had decided it
wasn't worth the trouble, but the thought of backing down really pissed her
off. She hated the idea of letting these beach jerks get the better of
her. She tried the even, reasonable approach, already knowing it wasn't
going to work.
	"Is that the key to the woman's bathroom?"
	"Why, yes it is, ma'am."
	"Could I have it, please?"
	Without moving a bit he said "Why certainly, ma'am. Here it is."
	He locked stares with her and waited for her to try and reach
toward his crotch for the key. She checked the other two men out and saw
that, although they were expecting a confrontation, they were not,
themselves, in any state of readiness. They apparently expected their
seated friend to be able to handle things by himself. At least in this
initial phase of contact.
	Patty knew that, were she to reach for the key, he would probably
move it out of her reach. So, instead, she aimed just a bit lower, and
when, as she had suspected, the jerk jerked the key away, she grabbed the
front lip of the seat between his spread legs and yanked it forward. The
man's head flew back and hit against the wall of the building. His hands
flew up and she grabbed the key.
	There was little doubt in her mind that she was not going to be
allowed to use the woman's room without further confrontation, but she had
already established a position of authority that would undermine the other
two men's confidence.
	The one on the left jumped to his feet and reached to grab the key
from her outstretched hand. She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards and
across the legs of the fallen chair. His forward motion sent him reeling
off balance and he tumbled helplessly on top of his friend.
	The other man had taken a more compassionate attitude; towards his
friend that is. He had reached back to catch and break the fall. This, of
course, did nothing more than pin him under the chair. Patty grabbed the
head of the man on the left and jammed it between the legs of the
chair. She then dug her fingers into the crotch of the man on the chair and
began to slowly squeeze his balls. For just an instant she regretted the
fact that this guy had to be such a jerk. He apparently was packing a nice
load in the front of his jeans. She was still hot enough that a quick
tangle with that hunk of man flesh would have been refreshing, under
different circumstances. In fact, the physical nature of this confrontation
was really turning her on. But the mood of this little episode had already
been set, and these scum were not worthy of any access to her incredible
body. She squeezed harder. He screamed.
	"You boys are messing with the wrong person." She tensed her body
and every muscle jumped out. "I'll kick all three of your asses if you even
so much as think about trying any of that shit. I appreciate being desired,
but you children have a very uncool way of showing your appreciation of my
body. I have a perfect right to use the bathroom here without any
interference. I expect to be able to do just that. When I come out here
again, I want to find all three of you boys sitting in the same position
you were in when I pulled in here. If you are not," she tensed her muscles
even more, the eyes of her would-be assailants bulging, "I will rip your
fucking dicks off and jam them down your throats. You got that, assholes?"
	The young man whose gonads she had clasped firmly in her hand
nodded weakly, his eyes darting back and forth across the phenomenal body
before him. The other two were in such a position that they could not
really see her, but neither of them moved, sensing in her voice the will,
even the desire, to do just as she threatened.
	Patty headed for the end of the building. She turned the corner and
glanced out of the corner of her eye to see if the men were moving. They
remained in position like some weird, contorted frieze on a Mayan
temple. She unlocked the door and went into the restroom, closing and
locking the door behind her. Only then did she start taking deep, jarring
breaths. Her heart raced a mile a minute and the adrenaline that had
flooded her body caused her to shake uncontrollably. She knew this was what
was happening and just let her heart pump it out of her system. After a few
moments she calmed down enough to accomplish her task.
	She half doubted the three men were really going to heed her
warning, expecting them to be waiting in ambush for her outside the
door. She listened intently, figuring they wouldn't be clever enough to be
silent as they snuck up on her. Nothing. She took two more deep breaths and
flung open the door. They were not there. She stepped outside and headed
around the corner. She had a very hard time not bursting into laughter.
	The three men were, indeed, sitting in the exact same position they
had been in when she drove up. She shook her head and walked over to them,
the key in her outstretched hand. The boy in the chair cautiously took it
without making the least eye contact with her. The other two, as well,
stared intently at the ground before them.
	She went back to the car and got in, started the engine and pulled
up around to the curb, stopping in front of the threesome.
	"The thing that's really sad about all this is that I was feeling
really horny when I pulled in here. The three of you studs would have been
just about enough for me."
	She popped the clutch and left a substantial skid mark stretching
almost out to the roadway. In the rearview mirror she saw the two boys on
the curb reaching over and beating on their seated friend. She hoped they
weren't going to get in a car and come after her. She doubted it.
	It took her several more miles of scenic beauty to get her blood
pressure and heart rate back down to normal. The fact of the matter was,
she really was horny, and although she probably would not have been in the
mood for all three of the young men at the same time, she felt she could
have done a good job of wearing them all out in succession.
	Every rolling hill reminded her of a bulging bicep. Every telephone
pole was a eleven-and-a-half inch cock. Broiling thunderheads out over the
ocean looked like the intricate interwoven muscles of a finely developed
back. Even the constant flash of dotted white line zipping past her side
window took on the rhythm of a cock steadily pumping into her hungry cunt,
the constant assault becoming more unbearable until her insides begin to
throb and thrust to the same insistent beat. The heavier her foot rests on
the accelerator, the faster the cock slams into her vagina. Her juices
begin to flow and drench the insides of her thighs and the mighty organ
which pummels her hungry, sucking cunt at. . .
	"Holy shit. A hundred and ten!"
	Patty quickly lifted her foot off the accelerator and the needle
dropped down to a more reasonable seventy-five. She was breathing hard, her
nipples were jutting painfully against her blouse, her fresh panties were
soaked and every inch of her body longed for sexual release. Something was
very wrong here. Or at least out of control.
	Sure she enjoyed sex. Sure she was the first one to drag a handy
tool, er, person back into the office and get some fling flung. Sure she
liked to have hard, wet things in and on her body, jabbing into her various
orifices, driving her to wonderful heights of pleasure. But never had she
been so uncontrollably hot, so unable to leash in her desires. She started
to think about spending the evening with her sister's family and the
depression it brought on was almost as bad as the sudden visions she had of
hopping in the sack with her brother-in-law. This was out of the question.
	Arnold.
	This was all his fault. She knew what she really wanted. She wanted
that big cock up her ass. She wanted to be filled by that huge stud like
she had never been filled before. And she knew it wasn't just the cock that
was doing this to her. It was Arnold, himself. He had her. . . what? Under
some kind of spell? Something. She pulled over to the side of the road and
stopped the engine under the widespread branches of an ancient tree with an
impossibly thick trunk that suddenly reminded her of. . .
	Shit.
	This had to stop.
	She closed her eyes, trying to clear away the temptation to see
something sexual in everything around her but her inner vision was suddenly
flooded with incredible images of her's and Arnold's incredible bodies
doing incredible things to each other. And there was another body there,
too. Fucking Peter.
	What the hell was going on here? She had never had a fantasy of sex
with Peter and anyone else. Now, suddenly, her mind was flooded with
incredibly vivid thoughts of her tight, muscular body being sexually
ravished by these two studs. In her own bedroom. Very detailed images
flashed across her brain pan, sending jolts of sexual energy shooting
through her body, triggering a flood in her vagina as though someone were
actually licking her there. She opened her eyes and realized her right hand
had found its own way to her cunt; flicking and rubbing her clit through
the fabric of her sopping wet panties.
	She moved her other hand to her breasts, violently rubbing and
squeezing them as she knew she would want these two hunks to do. Her whole
body ached and she knew she would have to find sexual release or have a
miserable time at her sister's house. The image of her hand grasping the
crotch of the young man back at the gas station flashed through her
mind. Before she had time to rationalize her behavior, she had the car
started, in gear, making a screaming U-turn and heading back to the
station.
	Two or three times she tried to convince herself she was out of her
mind, she should turn around and get her ass down the coast. But her hot,
aching cunt told her what she really wanted. Nothing was more desirable
right now than a cock between her legs. She had never, before, gone against
the urges of her body. Why should she start now?
	As she approached the filling station she could see the three
youths sitting about as she had left them. Not much happening on a hot,
sunny Sunday afternoon. They all recognized her car before she even pulled
off the road and each was on their feet, as if to run, by the time she
skidded to a halt before them.
	All three of the boys could sense a change in her. Her body
language was speaking a completely different message this time and there
was an electricity that shot between the four of them. The middle one, the
one who still held the key to the restroom, came around to her side of the
car and leaned against the top corner of the windshield. He thought he had
the advantage and exuded a cockiness that was both infuriating and
magnetizing at the same time.
	"You forget something?"
	"What's your name, stud?"
	"Hank. These are my friends, Bob and Al." Bob and Al nodded. Patty
returned their greetings with a cold, devastating appraisal of their
physical forms. All three were cut from the same mold. Hard, lean bodies,
sharp, chiseled faces. Bob and Al had on surfing trunks and T-shirts. Hank
had a dirty T-shirt tucked into his jeans. She turned her gaze back to him
and locked her eyes on the buttons of his fly.
	"You got an office here?"
	"Inside."
	"You boys made me very angry a few moments ago. Usually, when I get
angry I work it off by lifting a few hundred pounds a couple hundred
times. But I'm out here, far away from the gym, and I got a lot of energy
to burn off and it's all your fault. Who's first?"
	Hank pressed the crotch of his jeans against the edge of the
windshield. "Guess I'll have to be first. You guys have any objections?"
	Al and Bob looked at each other and shrugged. Patty got out of the
car and followed Hank into the office. She turned back as she went in the
front door. The other two were just standing there with their mouths
hanging open.
	"You assholes just gonna stand there? Waitin' for an invitation or
something?" Again the two just shrugged at each other and followed Patty
and their friend into the office.
	Patty could already feel the energy beginning to flow through and
around her. She wanted sex in a bad way and knew that, between the three of
them, these boys would probably be able to relieve a good portion of her
need. She waited until they were all in the room and then closed the
door. Penetrating their clothing with her eyes, she sized up their
abilities with a well-practiced glance. Each of them was already showing
signs of intense arousal. She had a feeling the one called Al was going to
be the first to pop his cork. With a sudden, rapid movement she had her
blouse up and over her head. Her incredible breasts, those magnificent
structures of flesh and finely honed muscle which had kept her from being a
serious competitor, stood out on her chest. The lengthy nipples jutted into
the air, hard as pencils. She brought her arms up over her head and then
tensed her lats and slowly lowered them to her side. Every sinew, every
vein, every fiber stood out like a road map. Blood flowed to her upper
torso and, by the time her arms reached her sides, swelled her pecs and
raised her breasts to a level of definition that none of these boys had
seen before.
	Al let out a groan and his hand involuntarily reached for his
crotch. His palm began to vigorously rub the front of his swimsuit and a
painful looking erection soon was begging to be released. Patty brought her
gaze to bear on the protrusion and raised her hands to her breasts,
crushing and manipulating the awesome mounds of flesh. The long, hard
nipples flipped back and forth between her fingers as they fanned across
the surface of her breasts. Al fell back against the wall, the shaft of his
cock clenched tightly in his fist. With several violent movements he
succeeded in cumming inside his suit.
	One down, two to go.
	Patty next turned her attention to Bob. She reached down to the
zipper for her skirt that ran up her left hip. With agonizing slowness she
pulled the zipper down, then allowed the loosened garment to slip to the
floor. Bob was also attending to his erection through the front of his suit
and, as her skirt hit the floor, he, too, grabbed his cock and began to
pump it. Patty decided she had wasted enough orgasms and yanked his hand
away from his cock. She reached down inside his suit and grabbed hold of
the hard, throbbing shaft and squeezed with all her might. The youth sunk
to the floor, crying for mercy. When he was on his knees she let go of his
cock and thrust her pantied crotch into his face. His arms flew up around
her waist and ripped her underwear off her body. The force of his motion
was unexpected and Patty groaned in response. She loved it rough and any
indication of a little forceful entry, within the limits of the game,
served to heat her up even more.
	Bob's face dove for her crotch and his tongue sought out her hard,
throbbing clit. Hank moved up behind her and brought his hands up around
her chest and cupped her breasts, teasing and milking the hard, long
nipples. His own erection was pushing desperately at the button front of
his jeans and he ground it into her naked ass. Patty's body sizzled as she
flexed her muscles, turning on all three boys and drawing them in close to
her.
	"Oooo, yeah. Oh, lick my cunt. Lick it. Suck on my
clit. Harder. Yeah. You boys ever had a body like this? Oh yeah. Oh, my
nipples. Squeeze 'em, yeah. Huh-oh. Oh yeah. Oooo. You like those, huh?
Lick 'em. Suck my tits. Suck my hard nipples. Oh that feels good. Oh
yeah. Oh yeah. OH. Mmmmm. That's good. You're gettin' awfully hard back
there, stud. You better let me take care of that."
	She pulled away from Bob's attentions. Al, who had begun to suck
her nipples, was also disengaged as she turned to the button fly of Hank's
jeans.
	"Unbutton, stud. One at a time."
	Hank undid the top button and she grabbed his hands and forced him
to stop. She stared him right in the face and brought his hands to her
breasts, pressing his palms to her long, hard nipples. His hips began a
circular, thrusting movement that demonstrated what he wanted to do. She
let go of his hands and allowed him to undo one more button before grabbing
his hands again. This time she pulled his arms up to her shoulders and then
flexed them violently. He grabbed hold of her huge biceps and squeezed and
caressed them, enjoying the hardness of them. She dropped her eyes to his
crotch and he reached down and undid one more. This time her hands pressed
his own to his crotch and she began a pulsing rhythm, pushing against the
hard, hot shaft beneath the fabric. His hips immediately matched her beat
and within seconds his head was flung back and a low moan was drooling from
his throat.
	Bob had moved up behind her and had begun pumping his crotch
against her ass. She pressed back against his attack with her hard, firm
ass which he was grabbing and grasping with both hands. His movements
became more rapid and within seconds he, too, had coated the inside of his
suit with cum.
	"Well, Hank. Looks like it's just you and me, now. How about you
unbutton that last one, huh?"
	Hank's hands flew to his fly and he tried desperately to get the
last button undone. The faster he moved, the worse it got. Finally he
growled in frustration and reached into his crotch and yanked his hard,
thick cock out above the offending fastener.
	Patty felt a hard, swift stab of desire in her cunt. Though not as
big as Arnold's it was certainly enough to bump up against. She took pity
on the poor lad and reached down to expertly undo the final restraint, all
the time staring him right in the eye. She also made sure she rubbed up
against his cock and pushed and moved it as much as possible. He moaned and
groaned with each contact. When he was finally set free he stepped back and
swiftly, with an almost comic speed, removed his jeans and shoes and socks
in one motion. His T-shirt followed and he stood before her, naked.
	His two friends stood back against the wall and watched the
proceedings. They stared unabashedly at the two naked bodies before
them. Patty loved the idea of an audience. She wondered if Hank had ever
performed for a crowd before. She decided not to mention it. It seemed that
Hank was totally oblivious to the fact that there was anyone else in the
room with him besides the amazing woman before him.
	His cock was a deep, dark purple. It bounced with each beat of his
heart as blood continued to be pumped into the hot, hard shaft. He turned
his eyes to the desk in the middle of the room and, with his gaze,
suggested that Patty lay across the top of it. Patty had a better idea. She
reached out for Al and dragged him over to the desk and sat him on its
top. She reached into the waistband of his suit and, with one deft motion,
pulled it down and off his legs. His still hard cock jutted out from a
matted bush of cum-covered pubic hairs. He was momentarily taken aback,
being suddenly naked before two other men, but Patty instantly dove down on
his shaft and began sucking the hard pole of flesh. The smell and taste of
his cum was a powerful aphrodisiac to Patty and she soon forgot everyone
else in the room. Forgot, that is, until she suddenly felt the head of
penis pressing insistently against her exposed cunt lips.
	She waved her ass back and forth and then pushed against the thick
head. She knew it was Hank and with one motion had him inside her. He
swallowed a yelp and began to pump his cock vigorously into her incredibly
tight, muscular vagina. Patty turned her head to the third boy, Bob. He was
leaning against the wall and had removed his suit as well, his hand pumping
his shaft with slow but deliberate movements. Patty noticed that his gaze
traveled to all three of them. He was as interested in his two friends as
he was in her. She lifted her mouth off Al's hot cock.
	"Lick us. Lick my clit and his cock while he fucks me."
	Bob needed no encouragement. In one motion he was down on the floor
between Patty's and Hank's legs. His upturned face brought his tongue in
contact with the point where the two of them were joined and he began to
lick first her clit, and then her vaginal lips and Hank's cock as it slid
in and out of Patty's cunt.
	Hank cried out in surprise and doubled his efforts. His hips thrust
violently, driving his cock into her cunt with amazingly rapid
movements. Patty bore down on him and increased the sensation of her
impending orgasm. The hard cock in her mouth began to show signs of a
second volley of cum as well. Hank had hold of her tight ass and was
plowing her with a vigor that was sure to drive them both over the top very
soon. Bob had found his own position and was busy licking and manipulating
Patty's cunt with his tongue and one hand while alternating between her
breasts and his own still hard cock with the other hand.
	A quartet of groans and cries of ecstasy began to rise from them
and soon they were heaving and thrusting and licking and pulling and
pushing and crying out in rhythm with each other. The pace increased, the
pitch of their cries increased, the electricity in the air increased,
Patty's body swelled and bulged as she exerted herself and drove her own
sexual tension to the breaking point. She smelled the sex of the cock in
her mouth, tasting the salty sweat and cum of his previous orgasm. The
sound of the three boys as they slurped and heaved and thrust in time with
each other set her pace and caused her to push even harder. The feel of the
cocks that penetrated her cunt and mouth, accompanied by the stimulation of
the tongue on her clit all served to whip her into a sexual frenzy that
promised a powerful orgasm. She began to loose touch with her surroundings
and dove head first into the first tremors of her own sexual release. She
knew the three boys were so turned on by her rippling, ripped, muscular
body that they could not help but follow her to the precipice and jump
headlong over the edge of her orgasm with her.
	She felt something on her abs and looked down to see that Bob had
cum again, his semen hanging in gobs from her undulating abdominals. This
was the last straw. She drove her hips back against the cock in her cunt,
drove her mouth down on the cock in her mouth, and threw herself off the
orgasmic cliff. It felt like hang gliding while pumping about three hundred
pounds with every muscle in her body simultaneously. Her body contracted as
it was wracked with mighty climactic vibrations. Her cunt clamped down on
the cock inside her and oceans of cum-juice poured from her as the walls of
her vagina constricted around the hard, thrusting cock.
	Hank continued to throw himself uncontrollably against Patty's
muscular ass and, as her vaginal walls clamped down on his cock, his balls
heaved loads of semen up his shaft, sending it spewing out against the
inside of Patty's hot, sucking cunt.
	At the same moment, Al's cock swelled and shot its second load of
the afternoon into Patty's mouth as she devoured his shaft. She drove her
head down on the boy's cock and drank his cum straight down her
throat. Bob's continued attack of her clitoris sent her whirling up into a
second, almost simultaneous climax. Within seconds she was cumming again.
	Hank pumped the last of his load into her cunt and his knees
weakened, forcing him to pull back and out as he sunk to his knees behind
her. His sudden exit surprised Patty and she stood up, Al's cock dropping
from her grasp. She looked around her, saw the carnage she had caused,
collapsed bodies and limp cocks wherever she looked, and smiled. She hoped
they were as devastated as they looked.
	Before they could recover, she grabbed her clothes and one of the
boy's discarded T-shirts. She wiped her rippling abdomen clean with the
shirt, slipped on her dress and blouse and went outside to the restroom,
plastic strip with key in hand. She washed up, using the T-shirt again,
fixed her tousled hair, rearranged her hastily donned clothing then smiled
smugly at the image that appeared before her in the mirror. She had
devastated those three young men in the other room. Her body tingled with
the remembered sensations of their joint experience; her cunt pulsed at the
thought of Hank's cock slugging away uncontrollably. If she hadn't felt a
sudden need to get down the coast to her sister's house she would have
turned right around and stormed back into the office, demanding further
satisfaction from the trio of cocks. She was certain that, in light of
their ability to achieve orgasms so quickly, they would probably be able to
muster up a few more hard-ons between them. Her nipples pressed firmly
against the material of her blouse as the thought aroused her.
	One final check in the mirror, one last appreciation of her
incredible attributes, a slight tensing of the muscles of her upper torso,
her breasts rising proudly on her chest, and then she turned away from the
mirror. She suddenly realized that she, herself, had just achieved a couple
of orgasms and yet, unlike the boys in the back room, littered on the floor
like so many used and discarded condoms, felt none of the devastation which
had laid them out. In fact, she felt invigorated, stimulated, positively
buzzing with energy. She closed her eyes and an image of Arnold and Peter
flashed before her.
	Pressing their firm, hot bodies against her.
	Pressing their firm, hot cocks against her.
	Pressing their firm, hot lips against her.
	Pressing.
	Pressing.
	Pressing.
	Her hands pressed into her breasts as they cried out for
attention. They then slid down her torso and found her crotch, clothed only
by the material of her skirt. She abruptly raised her skirt and, without a
thought, sought out her clit and began to massage it vigorously. She opened
her eyes. The image of the two men still floated before her. She could feel
their bulging muscles enclose her body. She could smell the hot sex of
their cocks. She could hear the heavy breathing as the three of them
twisted and groped and exerted themselves against each other. Her searching
fingers dove into her cunt and began rubbing the inside of her vaginal
passage, her fingers spreading out, stretching her wider and wider as she
imagined Arnold's huge member sliding in and out of her. It's hot. It's
hard. It's very, very thick and it's very, very, very, very long. It takes
minutes to travel its full length. It presses and stimulates the wall of
her cunt. The movement never seems to end. By the time the huge length of
cock has traveled its complete distance she has shivered to orgasm. He
draws the magnificent cock out. At the same time she feels Peter's cock
move against her ass. She spreads her cheeks and he slowly enters her from
behind. They lock her between their thick, powerful bodies and begin to
raise and lower her on their twinned cocks. Each trip down the length of
their shafts brings a new orgasm. Each trip up brings an incredible feeling
of emptiness that only the anticipation of another downward trip can
conquer the devastating effects of.
	Up. Down. Up. Down. Fullness. Emptiness. Orgasms begin to rumble
through her body with such frequency that she looses all ability to
dissemble any reality at all. Her beautiful nipples catch on Arnold's pecs
with each upward pass. His huge biceps swell as he lifts her into the
air. Her ass sucks hard on the shaft within
it. Up. . . Down. . . Up. . . Down. . . Knock. . . Knock. . . Knock, knock,
knock.
	"Hey, Lady. You all right in there?"
	"Oh. Oooohhh. Yeaaaahhhhhhhh."
	"Shit. I think she's in there popping herself off. Hey, Lady. You
need any help?"
	Patty's eyes refocused on the door before her and the images of her
two mighty lovers faded in a cloud of reality. Her hand was sunk deep in
her crotch and she was very close to an actual orgasm. She had no idea what
the hell was going on with her, but she knew she needed to cum very
badly. She swung the door open and grabbed the closest male she could get
her hands on, pulling him in. It was Hank. She remembered the trouble he'd
had with his button fly before so she did the honors herself and had his
pants down around his knees within seconds. His semi-rigid cock bobbed
before her and she quickly took it into her mouth to help it to full
hardness.
	Hank was not able to take all this in as quickly as it was
happening. It wasn't until Patty had his cock well down her throat that he
said, "What the hell's going on here?"
	Patty wished she knew the answer to that, herself. All she knew was
that she had to get this stud's rigid cock inside her cunt again as quickly
as possible. Within seconds his member was stiff enough to fuck with. She
stood up and leaned against the sink, spreading her legs, revealing the
moist lips of her cunt.
	Hank still hadn't caught on. He stood there gaping at the
magnificent sight before him. Her strong, firm thighs were scissoring back
and forth as her desire for his cock became more intense. Finally she could
stand it no longer. She grabbed his shaft and yanked him forward, jamming
his swollen penis into her. Fortunately, nature took over at that moment
and there were no further delays due to mind gap. Hank's cock attacked
rapidly and, after a few swift thrusts, Patty's body began vibrating on the
edge of her hoped for orgasm. She bore down on Hank and huge waves of
overpowering sensation rumbled through her body. Her muscles tensed, her
breasts felt like they were going to explode. She grabbed Hank's hands and
pressed them firmly to her. Sparks of energy shot from her painfully erect
nipples down through her hard, firm abdomen and right to the erect nub of
flesh which vibrated deliciously between her legs. She let out a loud
scream and pushed herself hard against Hank's attacking
cock. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Wave after wave after wave of shattering
orgasm rushed through her body. Her muscles tensed uncontrollably as though
her finger had been inserted into an electrical socket. Her needs took
control. She had no choice but to satisfy them. Hank's hot breath pressed
against her face. His own cries told of the delicious agony he was being
driven to as he pressed time and again towards climax.
	His thrusts came faster and faster, harder and deeper. Their cries
mixed and entwined, each one higher and louder and longer and more ecstatic
then the last. Patty had already reached her pinnacle and was hovering on
the ultimate plain of ecstasy waiting for Hank to join her. Time stretched
out and she looked back at a wide, swirling trail of orgasms left in her
wake. She floated in the maelstrom of energy and watched as Hank quickly
approached her. His face showed him abandoned. He, too, floated far above
the physical reality of their thrusting, heaving bodies. Patty felt his
cock thicken within her and his actions stepped to an even higher level of
urgency. One final, deep thrust and the floodgates opened. His sperm leapt
from his cock with such force that it caused him pain. Seemingly against
his will he flung shot after shot of cum from the head of his cock. Patty's
hips continued to thrust against him, her hard, muscular abdominals working
her internal organs in an effort to force him to continue his near maniacal
attacks. He heaved his hips forward one last time, as though dragging some
huge load to a precipice and shoving it over, and then he collapsed against
her as she perched on the edge of the sink.
	He was still. As quickly as that. He just stopped. His heart beat
so loudly she could hear it. His breathing sent gusts of hot air past her
neck, his arms had thrown themselves around her neck. And now he was still.
	Patty looked about the room and saw that Bob and Al had come in to
observe the commotion. She saw that both of them displayed hard-ons and she
almost feared they would demand satisfaction, too. But as soon as she met
their eyes, attempting to read what they had in mind, their faces were
covered in a mask of fear and they bolted from the room, letting the door
slowly close behind them.
	Patty put her hands against Hank's shoulders and pressed him off
her. His quickly softening cock slipped from her with a saddening slurp. He
tried to focus on her, but his pupils could not find their mark. She guided
him to the toilet and eased him down onto the seat. He'd be okay in a
little while. In the meantime, she had to figure out what the hell was
going on. Hank was, without a doubt, one of the least inspiring sex
partners, physically, she had ever had. There was no reason why she should
be so turned on.
	This had something to do with Arnold.
	And Peter.
	What?
	Who knew?
	She couldn't wait to try this on Arnold.