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Subject: {ASSM} Cedric, Parts 1-4    MFMF, exhib, voy, cheat, d/s      Part IV is new.
Date: Tue,  4 Dec 2001 23:10:02 -0500
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"CEDRIC"        By Sandia. Write me at sandia@texas.net.



Part I				"A Conversation"


"...So anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

I smiled and sipped my drink.

"Cedric said the strangest thing last night, and I wanted to ask
you what it means."

I nodded. 

"We were in bed, you know, and we were talking about our
fantasies, and he said- - he said he wanted to see me with
another man." 

She made a face.

I arched my eyebrows.  "That is weird," I said.

"So what do you think?" she asked.  She lowered her voice.  "Do
you think he might be gay?"

I pretended to think about it.  Cedric was a little bent. 

"No," I told her, "I don't think so..."

"So what do you think it means?"

I frowned.  "Well," I said, "I guess it could mean a lot of
things.  You know, not everything people think about is something
they'd really do."

She lowered her voice again.  "He asked me if I'd do it!"

I frowned.  "Did he want to watch?"

"I think so..." she nodded slowly.

"What did you say?"

"Well, I was trying to be open-minded you know, and we were lying
there in bed... I didn't want to hurt his feelings..."

I waited.  "Yeah?"

"I told him I would think about it."

"Rebecca!" I exclaimed, "You didn't really, did you?"

"Well," she exclaimed, "that's why I'm talking to YOU!"

I smiled.  "Becky," I said, "it doesn't matter what I think. 
What do you think?"

She sighed.  "The truth is I'm a little disgusted.  I mean, to
WANT me to be with another man.  That's a little sick, don't you
think?"

I shrugged.  "I've heard of sicker things..."

She shook her head.  "I don't EVEN want to hear about it!"  She
laughed.

I smiled.  Rebecca knew I was a lot more adventurous than she.

"Anyway," she continued, "I told him that I'd think about it, but
I'm GOING to tell him no.  I mean, it's really dangerous, don't
you think?" 

She was making that face again.  I shrugged one shoulder, like I
didn't know.

"I mean, what if he, like, decided he didn't like it after all?"

I nodded.  Men were like that. 

"And besides, I'd feel like such a slut.  What if he wanted to,
you know, join in?"

I couldn't help but giggle.  That part sounded fine to me. 

She shook her head.  "I know, I know," she smiled, "I've thought
about that too..."

I cocked my eyes at her, and she started laughing too.  "OK!" she
said, "but that doesn't mean I'd really want to DO it!"

When we'd finished laughing, I asked her, "So you're going to
tell him no?"

She sighed and shook her head.  "Yeah, I guess so.  I mean, Tina!
 Tell me what you think!"

"I think you ought to do what YOU want to do, Rebecca.  If you
don't want to, tell him no."

She rolled her eyes at me.  "That's NOT why I'm asking you."

She picked at the sandwich on her plate.  "I mean, don't you
think it's a little weird?" 

She glanced up at me.

"Do you think there's something wrong with him?" she asked.

I looked at her.  "Rebecca, there's something wrong with a lot of
us."  I sighed.  "You're right it could be dangerous, and not
just the way you mean."

She tilted her head at me. 

"Well," I shrugged, "sometimes it's easier to DO something like
this than to UNDO it.  You should think about what this might
mean for your relationship."

She nodded thoughtfully.  "You're right," she said.  "It's much
too dangerous. 

She smiled brightly at me. 

*****

Afterwards I thought about our conversation.  I'd known Rebecca
since she'd graduated from college.  She taught kindergarten at a
private school and was all but married to a handsome and
successful man. 

I, on the other hand, had been through a string of bad
relationships, and while I made good money when I worked, I was
about to quit my third job of the year.

I might have gotten bored of her years ago, except that I was so
dreadfully attracted. 

Oh, she was one of those women who says they're really straight,
but she'd let me kiss her, open-mouthed, before she'd taken up
with Cedric. 

All this talk of opening up their relationship made me wonder if
I might have a chance with her again.

*****

At our next lunch date I brought the subject up.  "So you told
him no?"

"Not exactly..."

"Well, what happened?"

She sighed.  "Well, it's not the exactly the kind of thing you
bring up out of nowhere!"

"Did you talk to him at all?"

She nodded.

I widened my eyes at her, waiting.  "Well, it happened like this;
we were in bed again, we'd been out drinking, you know, that bar
on Avon Row?"

I nodded impatiently.

"Anyway, he brought me home and when we got there he started to
undress me..."

I wasn't sure I wanted to hear all the details.

"And like I said, we'd been drinking, and he started to talk
dirty..."

I like it when men talk dirty, but I didn't say a word.

"Well, I DON'T normally like that, you know, but that night, for
some reason, it really turned me on."

I smiled, hoping to encourage.

She grinned back at me.  "Anyway, he was talking dirty, and, you
know, we weren't EVEN in the bedroom."  Her face had reddened
just a little.

"Saying things about my pussy, and, and my cunt..."

I smiled more broadly.

"So anyway, he had me on the couch, and I was naked, and he was
whispering in my ear..." I put my hands together and leaned
forward. 

"Well," she said, "He had me bent over, you know, and had his
hands... down there."

She was really blushing now.

"And?" I asked.

"Well... Are you sure you want to hear this?" 

I nodded.

"He said..." she leaned forward, whispering, "He said, wouldn't
you really like to feel a big fat dick inside your cunt?"

She leaned back, shaking her head. 

"I gasped," she said.

I smiled, and inhaled.  "Well," I started, but she interrupted.

"No," she said, "I mean I gasped the other way."

"Oh," I mouthed.

"I was really embarrassed.  I mean, you know how embarrassed he
is about his size."  She looked at me meaningfully.

I nodded.

"But," she shrugged, "he didn't seem to care."

She leaned forward.  "He, you know, had his fingers... inside...
and he was really getting off on it... and," she whispered, "so
was I."

She giggled.  "You know, he came like that... he wasn't even
touching me!"

"He got it all over the couch!" she laughed.  "You should have
seen him clean it up!"

She shook her head.  "Anyway, we talked a little afterwards, and
I admitted-- you remember, I was REALLY drunk--anyway, I admitted
I had thought about it, you know, thought about... a bigger
size?" 

I smiled reassuringly.  "I'm sure we all do," I said.

"So anyway, it's not really over, yet.  I guess that's not the
same as saying no?"

I laughed.  "No, not exactly, Rebecca.  Not the same at all."

*****

That night I called a friend of mine. 

He was a guy I called sometimes, when I was between boyfriends,
or maybe just feeling a little lonely. 

He wasn't the brightest guy in the world; in fact he was quite
dumb.  But he was good looking, in that college-jock sort of way,
and he was always willing to come over. 

And he was really, really hung. 

Afterwards, I made him stay, and I told him about my friend.

"She's gorgeous," I told him, "I mean, drop-dead sexy gorgeous."

I got a picture and showed him.  It was one of my favorites.  It
showed her in a sweater and a riding outfit, with riding crop in
her hand.  Her auburn hair was flowing down around her shoulders,
and I loved the way her outfit showed her curves.

He nodded looking at the picture. 

I wrapped my arms around him.  "So you'll do it?" I said, in my
sexy voice, "for me?"

"Fuck," he grunted, "I'd do it even without you!"

*****

At our next meeting, I couldn't wait to bring it up, but I wanted
her to say it first. 

We talked about other things.  She mentioned planning to go back
to school, and I told her I'd quit my latest job.  She asked if I
had a new man or woman in my life, and I told her that I didn't.
Then I mentioned Harold. 

"Which one is Harold?" she asked.

"Oh," I said, "you know him.  The former football player."

She nodded uncertainly. 

"Blond hair, six foot seven, shoulders out to here?"

"Oh yeah," she smiled.  "He's good-looking."

"But really dumb," I smiled.

"But really good in bed!" she laughed.

I laughed with her. 

"You know," I smiled, "I never told you what I REALLY like about
him."

"What?"

I grinned mischievously.  I held my hands apart.  I lifted one
eyebrow and looked at her.

"NO!" she exclaimed.  I nodded solemnly. 

"Really?" she asked.

I nodded. 

"You know, sometimes I envy you..."

I knew she really didn't.

"Doesn't it...?"

"Hurt?" I asked.

She nodded. 

I shook my head.  "Rebecca," I said.  I leaned forward.  "It
feels really, really good."

She laughed nervously and sighed.  "Well, anyway," she said, "you
know I talked again to Cedric."

"Yes?"

"Well, I really meant to tell him no."

"But?"

"But, well, you know he is so good to me..."

"I know."

"And... well, I REALLY want to please him.  And..." She leaned
forward.

"I think he's really into this."

I smiled.

"But I don't think it would work."

"Why not?" I asked.

She sighed.  "Well, I STILL think it'd be really dangerous.  And
besides, I mean, who--who would be the other man?"

She leaned back.  "It couldn't be somebody that we knew.  And I
wouldn't want to--you know--with a total stranger.  THAT really
would be dangerous."

I nodded.

"You know what he told me?"

I shook my head.

"He said he wouldn't want the other man to wear a condom."  She
stared at me. 

I shook my head.  "Wow," I said.

"But isn't he...?"

She nodded.

"So you're not..."

She shook her head.

We sat a moment.

"Did you talk about that?

"No," she said.

"He knows how much you want to have a baby."

She nodded glumly.

"Weren't you two going to...?

She sighed.  "It's so expensive, Tina, and it doesn't always
work.  Besides, you know how much I hate hospitals and
needles..."

I hadn't known needles were involved.

I shook my head.  "So you ARE thinking about it..."

She smiled and took my hand.  "Not really, Tina.  It's far too
dangerous.  I would never dream of jeopardizing what I have...
with Cedric."   

Her smile faded.  She took a drink of water.  She let go myhand.

"But one good thing has come of this," she leaned forward, "he's
been really-- eager--in bed."  She smiled wryly. 

*****

After that I knew I could not let things lie.  I had to move the
ball along, so to speak. 

End of Part I.




Part II			  "Cedric Gets His Wish."


Saturday was date night for Cedric and Rebecca.

I made sure I knew their plans.

Harold and I met them at the bar, and I pretended to be
surprised.

"Rebecca, you've met Harold!" I exclaimed.  I smiled broadly.  I
winked as she shook his hand.  She grinned back at me. 

"Why don't we get a table?" I suggested, and they followed me to
the booth that I'd selected. 

I took the seat across from Harold, and Rebecca sat across from
me.  The bar was hot and noisy, but the drinks came strong and
fast. 

"So Cedric," I said, "would you like to dance with me?"  I smiled
broadly. 

He shrugged noncommittally.

"C'mon," I nudged him.  I looked at Rebecca.  "I'm sure your
girlfriend would say it was ok!"

She smiled brightly.  "Go on, honey," she said.  "I really don't
feel like dancing."

He looked at me and smiled.  "Sure," he said.  I'd let my hand
drift down.  It rested on his knee. 

I led him to the dance floor, making sure I walked suggestively.

When we couldn't see the table I put my hands on his shoulders
and began to dance with him.  I spoke into his ear.  "Have you
had enough to drink tonight?"

"Sure, I guess," he said.  "What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing," I laughed.  "I just really feel like getting drunk
tonight."

"Yeah," he laughed, "I know what you mean."

"You do?" I smiled.

"Um, well maybe not," he said.   "What do you mean?"

I smiled more broadly, and clasped my hands behind his neck. 
"Well, sometimes a girl just feels like cutting loose, youknow?"

"Sure," he nodded. 

"Does Becky ever feel that way?" I asked.

He turned his head just slightly.

"I don't know what you mean."

I danced a little closer.

"Does Becky ever feel like cutting loose?"

He smiled.  "Not really."

I looked at him.  "How can you be sure?"

He looked around and then looked back at me. 

"I've asked her."

"And she said no?"

He licked his lips.

"I'm not sure I know what we're talking about."

I bumped my hips against him.  He really was good-looking.

"I think you do."

I unclasped my fingers and brought them down his neck.  I
continued until I reached his waist, and then hooked my fingers
in his belt.  I brought him closer. 

"I think Becky wants it too."

He looked at me.  He swallowed.  Finally he exhaled.  "Did she
tell you?"

I nodded.

He swallowed again.  "And that man?"

I nodded.

He'd stopped dancing.  I pulled his belt.  "Let's keep dancing,"
I said.  "Let's leave them alone for a while."

He let me hold him by his arms, but I could tell he needed more
to drink. 

I brought him to the bar.  We passed Rebecca and Harold.  They
were laughing loudly, their heads held close together. 

I ordered double shots for him, and watched him drink one down.

"She told me that you wanted this," I said. 

He stared down at the bar.  He glanced at me.  "This is so
embarrassing," he said.

I smiled.  "You shouldn't feel that way," I said.  "You know
you're very lucky."

He put his hand up over his eyes.  "I feel like such a pervert."

I grinned.  I put my hand between his legs and felt him there.  I
held him.  "It takes one to know one," I smiled.

His eyes went wide and he stared at me.  I released him.  He'd
been very hard.

"So was that," I looked down where my hand had been, "was that
for me or for your girlfriend?"

He turned himself towards the bar and looked over.  "For both, I
guess."  He looked at me.  "You know, you are really something."

"Tell me about it."  I drank his other shot. 

We waited awhile like that, standing at the bar, until we felt
they'd had enough time alone together. 

"I'll go first," I told him, "just in case."

He grinned, a little nervously.

"I guess it is too late," he said, "to change my mind?"

I turned to face him.  I held my hand out.  "Don't make me grab
you again!"

He laughed and held his hands out, palms forward.  "Just
kidding!" he said.  "Does she know you're such a bitch?"

I laughed.  "No, and don't you dare to tell her!"

I cruised by the table, and saw that I'd been right.  They were
kissing.  Harold had his arms around her.  I walked on by.

"Your girlfriend is necking with another man," I told Cedric when
I returned.  He closed his eyes. 

"God," he said, "this is so hard."  I stepped up close in front
of him. 

"I thought you said you'd wanted this."

He swallowed.  "I do," he said, "it's just..."

I put my hands around his neck and kissed him.  "You're going to
do this, Cedric," I told him.  "This is what you want."

I released him and turned away. 

I called out to them this time, making sure they heard.  As I
approached, I saw that Rebecca's face was flushed. 

"Where is Cedric?" she called. 

I smiled.  "He's around the corner," I said, sitting down across
from them.  I pointedly looked down at her chest.  Most of her
blouse was unbuttoned.  She was still working on it when he
returned.  She dropped her hands into her lap the instant that
she saw him. 

"Hi, honey," she smiled, "did you have a nice dance?"

"It was wonderful," I said.  "Your boyfriend is a wonderful
partner."

I looked at her.  "You know, you're really very lucky to have
him."  She blushed. 

"Tina," she began, but Harold interrupted.

"Hey," he said, "You know I really feel like dancing."  I smiled
at him. 

"I'm completely tuckered out," I grinned, "Cedric, you don't mind
if Harold dances with your girlfriend?"

He shook his head.  Harold pushed her out.  She glanced back at
Cedric, but Harold was pulling her away. 

He glanced at me.  "You don't want to...?

I shook my head.  "Maybe later, Cedric.  Not right now."

He got up to get another round of drinks.  When he returned he
sat across from me.

I held my glass up.  "To your girlfriend," I told him.  He smiled
wryly, but tipped his glass. 

He looked at me.  "So what's your role in all of this?"

I shook my head at him.  "I don't have to tell you."  I tipped my
glass as well.  I put it down onto the table.  I looked at him. 
"But would you like to know what's going to happen next?"

He nodded.

I leaned forward.  "They're going to dance a while."  I sipped my
drink and put it down. He was watching me.

I was getting into this.  "He's touching her.  He's got his arms
around her.  He's pulled her close.  You know how soft and warm
your girlfriend is?  He can feel that now."

He had nodded slowly.

"He's looking down so he can see her chest.  You saw how far she
was unbuttoned?  She's flaunting herself for him."

He had done that to her...

"He's pressing himself against her.  She can feel him through her
blouse, Cedric.  She's rubbing herself against him."

"You're going to watch that man," I nodded to the dance floor,
"fuck your girlfriend.  He's going to fuck her hard."  I paused.
"He's going to fuck her brains out."

Cedric swallowed.  I could see his breathing.  I motioned to him.
 He leaned forward.  "She's going to get on her knees for him,
Cedric," I whispered, "She's going to suck his cock."

His pupils were dilated.  "You want to see that, don't you?"

He nodded slowly.  "She doesn't suck you often, does she,
Cedric?"

He shook his head. 

"She says she doesn't like it."

He nodded.

"She's going to like it this time, Cedric.  She's going to like
it a lot."

He put his head into his hands.  "Oh God, stop it," he cried.

I raised my leg and pushed my shoe into his groin.  "What's the
matter, afraid you're going to cum?"

He shook his head.  "God," he mumbled, "You're making me sohot."

I saw them coming out of the corner of my eye.  "Sit up," I
hissed, "Your girlfriend's coming!"

I saw Rebecca was pulling Harold by his hand.  She was flushed
and stumbling like a drunk. 

"God," she moaned as she sat down, "I'm so hot!"  She waved her
hand before her face.  She'd sat down beside me.  I put my hand
on her thigh.  She put her hand on mine.  She looked at me.  "Do
you want to dance?"

I nodded and she led me to the dance floor. 

I put my hands on her waist.  She looked over towards our table.
She was flushed and sweating.  She hadn't bothered to finish
buttoning up her buttons.  I could see her low-cut bra.  I
couldn't believe how hot she looked. 

She looked at me.  "Did Cedric see?" she asked.  I shook my head.


"Your secret's safe with me."

"Oh God, Tina, I feel so BAD!"

I grinned at her.  "What is it that you've been doing?"

She pushed me.  "I saw you.  I know you saw!"

I smiled.  "It'd still be nice if you'd tell me."

She shook her head.  "Oh God, Tina, I'm not wearing anyPANTIES!"

I saw she really was drunk, though not quite as drunk as she'd
pretended. 

"What happened to them?" I grinned.

"He's got them in his POCKET!" she fairly screamed.

I smiled at her.

"Oh God, Tina," she said, gripping me, "Tell me what to do!"

"Keep dancing," I said, "People are beginning to stare."

She smiled faintly.

"Did you... Did you talk to him?"

"Talk to who?"

She slapped my shoulder. 

"Talk to CEDRICK!" she shouted.

I nodded, smiling.

She dipped her head.  "Well?" she demanded.  "What... did...
he... SAY?"

She pushed me again.  I smiled.  "We talked about you."

She gathered up my shirt in her hands.  "Don't make me rip this
off you!"

Now some people really were beginning to stare.  I smiled more
broadly.  I put my hands on her wrists.

"He said," I told her, "that you're beautiful."  Her eyes went
wide.  "He said," I continued, before she could follow through,
"that you can do whatever you want tonight." 

She let go of me.  She was breathing hard.

She looked at me.  "Harold and I are coming over to your house
tonight, Rebecca," I told her.  "After that, it's up to you."  I
turned and left her there.

End of Part II.   






Part III				"Rebecca's Ring"



When I approached our table, I saw that Harold was talking
loudly, and gesturing with his hands. 

When Cedric saw me, he smiled broadly, and gave a little wave.

"So, what happened to Rebecca?" Cedric asked me quickly, as I
scooted in beside him.

"She, uh, she got a little overheated," I replied.

"Oh," he said.  He raised his brows at me.

"She'll be ok," I laughed.  "I'm sure she'll be here soon."

Harold started back into his story, but then he paused, looking
out into the room.

"There she is," he said, and nodded.

I looked where he was looking and I saw her too.  She was dancing
by herself. 

I love to see her this way.  I'd seen her dance before.  She
dances, when she's in the mood, better than anyone that I know.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and she looked a little drunk, but
the way she swayed and moved her hips captivated me. 

Perhaps encouraged by our stares, she began to move more
brazenly.  She touched herself, with her fingertips at first, and
then with more intensity.  She ran her hands along her sides, and
then up and down her blouse.  Then, bending slightly at the
waist, and thrusting out her chest, she pressed her hands against
her skirt, and began to slide it up.

I watched as she revealed her stockings, and then her stocking
tops, and then the flesh above them. 

I was thrilled to see her like this, but I was sure that she
would stop.  And she did, for a moment.

"She won't do it," I thought, "she won't show us that she's
naked..."

But she did.  I can't say it was on purpose, but I can say, after
that, we all knew she wasn't wearing panties.

I sighed.  I hadn't even realized I'd quit breathing.

Rebecca continued her sexy dance.  "The Dance of the Abandoned
Sex Goddess," I called it to myself.  But I couldn't help but
smile; she really looked the part.

Having let her skirt fall down, she began playing with her
blouse, teasing us with her buttons. 

Running her hands up and down her buttons, she teased us with her
blouse. 

Finally, as the song began to end, she let her hands wander to
her breasts.  And then she held them there.    

I watched as she raised her head.  Another song was starting, and
I hoped she'd dance again, but she only looked around for us. 

She smiled nervously as she approached, and stumbled just a
little.  "I must be really drunk," she smiled.  Her face was red.
 I grinned at her and winked, and I saw her flush a little more.
"Can I sit down?" she asked.  Harold patted the bench beside him,
and she slid in, close to him.   

Rebecca licked her lips.  "Can I have another drink?" she asked.
I smiled and I assured her she could have as many as she wanted.

She sighed.  She reached her hand across the table and touched
her empty glass.  I noticed just the slightest tremble in her
fingers. 

"You know," she said, smiling tentatively at Cedric, "I really am
having... a great time tonight."  He smiled back at her and then
took her hand and held it.

"I know," he said.  "I know."  He squeezed her hand.  They gazed
across the table at each other, smiling and holding hands.

Then suddenly her eyes went wide. 

"What's the matter, Becky?" I asked.  I had a feeling that I
knew.

"Nothing," she stammered quickly.  But I saw her bite her lip and
she shifted in her seat.

The waitress brought her drink and she took her hand from
Cedric's and began to gulp it down. 

I suggested a drinking game, and we got the waitress to bring a
set of whiskey shots and a pitcher full of beer.

"What should we play?" Rebecca asked.  I grinned at her and then
glanced at her chest.

"How `bout every time we take a drink, Rebecca unbuttons another
button?" 

She smirked at me..

"And what about you?" she asked.

I smirked back.  "I'm happy to undo your buttons," I said.  Both
Harold and Cedric laughed. 

When we finally decided on a game to play, we'd already drank up
half our shots. 

Rebecca seemed nervous for a while, but quickly she relaxed.  Her
face grew flushed again, and she started breathing through her
mouth.  She shifted often in her seat.  Finally, she just leaned
back and closed her eyes.  She wet her lips, and I watched as her
breasts moved, underneath her blouse. 

I glanced at Cedric.  "He must know," I thought, "what he's doing
to his girlfriend." 

But all he did was stare. 

Suddenly she gave a little gasp and sat up straight.  "I--I want
to dance again," she said.  She stared at Harold, and I watched
them as his shoulder moved, and her eyelids fluttered. 

She leaned back and sighed before climbing to her feet.  Standing
up, she smoothed down her wrinkled skirt.  With a glance at
Cedric, she held out both her arms.  "Come dance with me?" she
asked, gazing down at Harold.

When they'd left, I looked at Cedric.  He looked a little pale. 

"You know what they were doing?" I asked.

He nodded.  "I know," he said.  He took another drink.  And then
he paused and looked at me.

"I bought her a ring last week," he said.

"Were you going to...?" I asked.

He nodded.  "I'm waiting for the chance."

I shivered.  I pushed him on his arm.  "C'mon," I said.  I nodded
at the dance floor.  "Come dance with me."

I took him to the dance floor and put my arms around him.  "This
is so sexy," I told him.  "Is it what you thought it'd be?"  He
swallowed, but he nodded.  He closed his eyes and breathed. 

"I'm..." he said.  He opened his eyes and looked at me.  "I'm so
turned on."

I smiled and moved in closer. 

"Don't..." he said.  He blinked his eyes again.

"Don't what?" I asked.  I brushed his chest with mine.

"Don't," he swallowed, "Don't come too close to me."  He opened
up his eyes.  I looked down and saw exactly what he meant. 
Still, I could not help myself.  I pressed myself seductively
against him.  "Oh God," he groaned. 

I moved my hips against him.  "Am I gonna make you cum?"

"Please don't," he said, "Don't talk to me like that."

I continued to move against him.  "Would you be embarrassed?"

"Ah," he sighed.  "You're too good for me."

"I know," I said.  I moved away from him.  "C'mon," I said,
"Let's see what your fianc  is doing."

We were not in the least bit disappointed.  Harold had his hands
clasped tightly behind her waist.  They pressed against each
other at the hips.  They were grinding up and down.  Her blouse
stretched taut across her breasts; a single button held it on. 
He was gazing down and admiring her chest.  She was looking up
and staring at his eyes. 

We watched as he leaned down and she tilted her head back so he
could kiss her.  Soon her jaw went slack, and I his tongue
bulging out her cheek. 

I looked back at Cedric.  He was sweating.

I felt like tormenting him some more.

Turning into him, I whispered in his ear.  "Tell me what they're
doing..."

But he didn't answer me.

I slipped my arms around him and pressed my lips against hisear.

"Cedric," I breathed, "Tell me what they're doing."

But he only stiffened in my arms.

I pressed my body up against him. 

"Cedric," I whispered, "You'd better tell me..."

He groaned.  He pushed himself away from me.  "Why are you doing
this?" he breathed.

I smiled happily at him.

He glanced back at his girlfriend, and then he turned and walked
away.

"This might be even funner than I'd thought," I thought, still
grinning at his back. 


He sighed when I sat down.  He shook his head at me.  "You're not
making this any easier."

I smiled.  "Do you think you'll make it til we get home?"

He smirked at me.  "You really are a demon," he said.  "You
know?"

I smiled back at him.  I knew exactly what he meant.

I finally lit a cigarette, my first one of the night. 

"So," I said, "When can I see the engagement ring?"

He looked at me uncertainly.  "You didn't think I'd bring it to a
bar?" he asked.

"No," I shook my head.  "I'd like to see it though."  I paused. 
I took another drag.  "How about when we get you home?"

He wrinkled his brow.  "Why do you want to see it?"

I leaned forward on the table.  "Harold," I said, "you have a lot
to thank me for."  I blew my smoke at him. 

He waved his hand.  "You can see it," he protested, "I'll show it
when you're at my home."

I grinned at him.  I had a feeling that he would. 

"So," I said.  I leaned back again. "You can't wait to see your
girlfriend naked in front of all of us."

He shook his head at me.  "You are evil."

I grinned again.  "I know."  I licked my lips and leaned forward.
 "You know," I said, "I've never seen her naked."

He nodded.  "She's so beautiful."  He shook his head.  "I can't
believe I'm doing this."

I grinned and pushed his drink forward.  "Take another drink," I
said.

After he had put his drink back down he looked at me.  "So you
really won't tell me why you're doing this?"

I gazed at him and shook my head.  "I'm surprised you haven't
guessed."

He gazed back at me and shook his head as well.  "Perhaps it's
better I don't know."

"Perhaps," I smiled.  I took a drink myself. 

After a while he looked at me.  "Would you--would you tell me
what they're doing?"

I nodded and went to find them in the crowd. 

They were still grinding up against each other, but then Rebecca
turned herself around.  She rubbed herself against him, and he
started grinding into her butt.  She lowered herself slowly to
the ground, bending over at the waist, and then raised herself
again.  She clasped his thighs behind her and bounced her top
around.  She made herself look like she was really getting done.

Eventually they kissed again, and she pressed his breasts against
her chest.  When he released her, he stepped back a little, and
put his hands on either side.  He knelt down slowly in front of
her, dragging his hands along her body.  When his face was at the
level of her skirt, and his hands were on her knees, he slowly
stood up again.  When his face was across from her breasts, I saw
his hands had gone underneath her skirt.  As he rose still
further, he pulled up her skirt as well.

I began to wonder if we'd have to bail them out of jail.

When he had his hands where her buttocks had to be, you could see
her naked thighs clear up above her pelvis.  She had closed her
eyes.  She pressed her face into his chest.

As he moved her body, her skirt would move around, and you could
see his fingers pressing into the flesh of her naked butt. 

I tore myself away from them.  I told myself it was time to get
them home.


"Cedric," I said, "we better get your girlfriend home."

He looked at me.  "What," he asked, "are they doing?"

I saw he'd fished a cigarette out of my pack.

I grinned at him.  "He's showing off your girlfriend's sexy,
naked butt."

He dropped the cigarette on the table. 

"I'm ready," was all he said.

When I finally found them, they weren't dancing anymore.  They
were merely standing there, necking, in a dark place near the
wall.

When I got close enough to them, I saw that Harold had his hand
inside Rebecca's blouse, and she no longer wore her bra.  I stood
there for a moment, to see if they would notice, but finally lost
my patience, and shoved them hard against the wall. 

Rebecca glared at me, after she'd regained her balance.  She
opened her mouth, but I held out my hand, and then pointed at the
door.  She closed her mouth and glanced around, and then took
Harold by the hand.  Pulling him along, she marched past us
toward the door. 


It was cold outside.  Harold was holding Rebecca in his arms. 

I glanced around.  It was obvious none of us could drive.

"I'd better call a cab," I said.

Rebecca was shivering.  "Hurry up about it!" she cried.  She
stamped her foot at me.

I stood and looked at her.  "Alright," I laughed, "keep your
panties on."

She glared at me, and glanced at Cedric.

"Do it!" she cried again.

"Alright," I said.  I held my hands up in surrender, and turned
away.  "Just don't fuck him on the street," I muttered, heading
toward the door.

"WHAT?" she yelled.

But I was already inside the bar.  


End of Part III. Write me at sandia@texas.net.



Part IV				Rebecca's Living Room

After I called the cab, I stood outside and waited with the
others.  It was cold, and the wind smelled like rain.  Harold and
Rebecca were standing near the curb.  Harold had his arms around
her, and she cuddled against his chest.

I came up behind Cedric and put my hands around his waist. 

"Having second thoughts?" I asked.

"No, not really," he said.  He turned around and looked at me. 
He looked a little pensive.

"I'm looking forward to it," I said.  I lifted my chin.

I couldn't help but think he looked handsome, with the wind
blowing around his hair.

"Why don't you kiss me," I asked him, "just to make herjealous?"

"They're not looking."  He smiled wryly.

"Kiss me anyway," I said. 

He did.  I couldn't help but smile when he was done.  It felt
good, him holding me like that. 


When the cab pulled up, Harold and Rebecca were the first to pile
in.

Cedric and I stared after them, as Harold pulled shut the door. 
I heard Rebecca giggling.

I walked over, and opened the front door.  I saw Harold was
already kissing Rebecca in the back.  I turned to Cedric, who was
also peering in.

"So," I said.  I arched my back a little and tried to make myself
look sexy. "Do you want to sit up front with me," I asked, " or
in back with them?"

He grinned at me and I took his hand and pulled him forward. 
"You go first," I said.  He sat down in front, and I grinned down
at him.

"Put on your seatbelt," I told him, and then I sat down primly on
his lap.

The cabbie, and older man, looked over at us, but didn't seem
concerned.  Another drunk couple, he must have thought, after a
late night at the bar. 

"Where to?" he asked.

I wiggled on Cedric's lap, just to make him cringe.  I could feel
him pressing against my bottom.

"Uh," he said.  "Stop that," he said to me, putting his hand on
my back.  Then he gave the man their address and a few
directions. 

The streets were dark and quiet.  A few fat drops of rain
splattered on the windshield as he pulled away from the curb. 

I wiggled again.  I couldn't help myself.  I knew this must be
uncomfortable for him.  I grinned

"Comfortable?" I asked.  He didn't answer me, so I swiveled in
his lap and turned my head to face him. 

I kissed his check.  "Cedric," I whispered, "how would you like
it if I told you what your girlfriend and Harold are doing back
there?" 

I leaned toward him until my breast was pressed against his
chest, and I waited for his answer, breathing in his ear.

"Yes," he said.

"Cedric," I said.  I glanced over at the driver.  "Cedric,
they're necking in the back."  I squirmed a little on his lap. 
"They look like such a happy couple!  I wish that you could see
them..." 

I paused, breathing hot air on his neck.  The movement of my
chest was making my breast rub against his chest.  I admitted to
myself: I was aroused.

"Cedric," I said, "your girlfriend's legs are spread."  I
whispered.  "He's got his hand... his hand is on her breast. 
She's kissing back, Cedric.  Her mouth is open.  He's got his
tongue inside her mouth."  I was whispering in his ear, and I
could feel him breathing into mine. 

"His hand," I breathed, "his hand is in her blouse, now.  He's...
he's squeezing her, Cedric.  He's squeezing her naked breast."

"She's spreading her legs still more," I said.  "God, she looks
so HOT."

She's really enjoying this... I think she wants... you know, I
think she wants his hand down there.  Between her legs.  On her
pussy.  I think she does, Cedric, I think she wants him to put
his hand between her legs, on her naked pussy."

"And you know," I said, "You know her pussy's naked...?" I felt
him move his head.

"God," I breathed, "now he's pulling up her skirt.  I think he
wants for me to see.  I think he wants to show her off..."

"Yes!" I hissed.  "I can see her now... She looks so beautiful
like that, necking, with her skirt around her hips..."  

"God," I said, "your girlfriend has such a gorgeous pussy..."

He gripped my arm with his hand.  "STOP!" he hissed.  I could
imagine what this must be doing, with me sitting on him like
this.  "If the driver looks," I whispered, "I wonder if he can
see it too..."

He gripped me harder. "Stop!" he hissed again.

"Oh my God," I said.  "I--I can't believe what he's doing to her
now."

I paused.

I could feel him breathing.

"What?" he finally asked.

I giggled in his ear.  "I thought you didn't want for me to tell
you?"

He was silent for just a moment.

"Ok," he breathed.  "You win."

I shook my head.  "Too late for that," I said.  "I guess you'll
just have to ask her later."

He sighed.  "Please," he muttered, "Please tell me."

I was grinning wickedly.  "Tell me that you like it."

"What?" he asked.

"Tell me," I said, "That you like this."

"Why?"

"Cedric," I said, "It's not too late to put a stop to this.  I
can do it." 

"I want to hear you say it."

"You know I do," he said.

"Tell me," I said, "That you want to see your girlfriend lick
him."

"Okay," he said.

"Tell me that you want to see her laid."

"Okay," he said, "I'll tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"That I want to see her..."

"Tell me."

"I want to see her... fucked."

This really was exciting, I thought.  I couldn't help but press
for more.

"Tell me," I whispered, "When we get inside, you'll do whatever I
tell you to."

"What?" he asked.

I squeezed his arm.  "Tell me you'll let me have free reign."

"Ok," he breathed.  "I will."

I leaned against him.  Now I was breathing too.

Truth was, I hadn't seen her pussy.  I'd made that part up.

We were almost there.


When we got to the house, Cedric paid the driver, and the other
"couple" waited on the steps for us.  We walked along the stones
together.  No one said a word.  Then we waited while Cedric
fumbled for the keys.  I watched, out of the corner of my eye, as
Harold put his hand on Rebecca's bottom.  Then he began to stroke
her there.  Rebecca's eyelids fluttered.

Cedric's house was a beautiful unpretentious mansion, made mostly
out of stone, built well before the war.  I'd always imagined,
when I was younger, that I'd someday live in a house like this,
with its distinctive inset windows and enormous wooden doors. 
That had lately come to seem to me less and less likely.

Rebecca led Harold to the parlor outside the dining room.  They
stood there, a little nervous, uncertain what to do.

I took charge.  "Cedric," I said, "Bring us something to drink. 
Something strong."

I looked around.  Becky, I noticed, was already swaying a little
on her feet.

"Rebecca, put on some music, something you can dance to."

"Harold," I said, "Sit down."  I pointed.

I waited.

When Rebecca got the music going, I told her where to stand, and
then I told her I expected her to dance for us.  "Do your sexy
dance for us again," I told her, "Only this time," I grinned,
"Don't be so inhibib--inhibited."  The liquor had affected me as
well. 

"What about you?" she asked.

"Rebecca, ALL of us are going to watch."

She looked at me, a little nervous.  But I knew how much she
really liked to be the center of attention. 

I walked up to her and touched her on her lips.  "Rebecca," I
said, "You want to do this, don't you."

She nodded hesitantly, staring at my eyes.  "It's just that..."
She glanced over at the door Cedric had gone through.

"Becky," I said, "We all want to see you naked."  I smiled
knowingly at her.  "You want that too," I said.  She couldn't
help but grin a little. 

She ducked her head.  "I do." she admitted.  "You know I do. 
But..." She looked back at the door.    

"He wants it too," I said, trying to find her eyes.  I took her
hand.  "He wants it too."

She looked back up at me and made a little sigh.  She squeezed my
hand.  "You're right," she said, "I know you are."  She inhaled
and shook her head.  "Tina," she said, "you've got to get me more
drunk."  

I wanted to kiss her then.

She laughed and glanced down at her blouse.  "God," she said, "I
can't believe the things I've done tonight."

"Good," I said. 

She was staring at me.  "I'm so turned on."

Cedric came back into the room, carrying a tray of brandy, with
several crystal glasses. 

I called him over.  "I want you to give this to your girlfriend,"
I told him.  I picked up the bottle and filled a glass to the
rim.

Rebecca reached for it, but I waved her off.  "No," I said, "Feed
it to her."  Rebecca put her hands down, and Cedric put the
crystal to her lips. 

"Keep going," I told him, and I watched as she closed her eyes
and gagged a little and the liquid dribbled down her chin.

When he'd gotten most the liquor down her throat, or on her
blouse, I told him to sit down.  Then I sat beside him, put my
hand on his thigh, and told him to pour another drink.

"Now Becky," I said, "I want you to dance for us.  If I'm not
happy with your performance," I grinned, "I'll have Cedric here
do a little naked dance for us..." I squeezed his thigh, and
almost made him spill his drink.

Rebecca giggled, but started dancing anyway, looking straight at
me. 

"Is this good?" she asked, after dancing for a little while.  Her
face was flushed, but it was very, very good.  She was even more
provocative than she had been at the club, rubbing her thighs and
stomach, and moving her chest, so we caught glimpses of her naked
breasts through her mostly unbuttoned blouse.  But of course, I
wanted to see more.

"Keep going," I said.  I glanced at Cedric, and then I lit a
cigarette.  "You boyfriend here wants you to show off your pretty
tits."

She inhaled and looked at him.  "Do you?" she asked directly, "Do
you want for me to show them?"

He nodded slowly. 

"Show us, Becky," I said, breathing out.  "Show us now."

She carefully unbuttoned the remaining buttons, the ones between
her stomach and her hips, and let her blouse fall open. 

"Hold your blouse apart," I told her, "so we can see youbetter."

She did it, still dancing, and smiling sexily.  I loved the way
her tits bounced on her chest.

"Take it off Becky," I told her, "throw it to the floor."

She did it, still grinning.

"Arch your back and squeeze yourself," I told her, "Like you did
in the club."

She did, only this time naked, and for just the three of us.  I
felt a little tingle between my legs.  I was getting wet. 

"Pinch your nipples" I told her.  "Are they hard?"

She murmured yes, and nodded.  "They are," she said.

"Are you wet, Becky?" I asked.  "Are you wet between your legs?"

She nodded.  "Yes, I'm wet." 

"You like it when people look at you," I told her.  "You want to
show us more."

"Yes," she breathed, "I do." 

"You want to show us more."

She nodded.  "Yes," she breathed.

"Good, Becky.  You remember when you showed us your pussy at the
club?"

She inhaled.  "You remember, don't you?"

"Say it, Becky.  Say you knew what you were doing."

"I knew," she breathed.

"Rebecca, where are your panties?" 

She glanced at Harold.

"Harold, do you have them?" I asked, grinning, "Have you still
got Rebecca's panties?"

He grinned too, a little sheepishly.

"Get them out so we can see," I said.  He pulled her wadded
panties out of his pocket.

"Are the wet?" I asked, "Did she wet her panties?"

Harold nodded and unfolded them so we could see.  "They're
soaked," he said.

Rebecca's eyes were wide.  Her mouth was slightly open.

"Rebecca," I said, "put your hands between your legs."

She looked down and then glanced back up at me.

"Yes," I said.  "Pull your skirt up.  Pull it up so we can see."

She did it, looking down.

"Touch yourself, Rebecca.  Do it."

She did.

"Tell us, are you wet?  Are you wet between your legs?"

"God," she groaned, "I'm so wet, I'm so wet down there..."

"Pull your skirt off.  We want to see how wet you are.  Are you
turned on?"  She nodded, breathing heavily. 

She shimmied out of her skirt, almost anxiously.

"Keep touching yourself," I told her.  "Do exactly what you
want." 

She put both hands between her legs, and I saw two fingers on
each hand slip inside.

"You're fingering yourself, Rebecca, you're fingering yourself in
front of two men."

"I know," she moaned, "I know... You told me to."

Actually, I hadn't, but I let it slide. 

"We love seeing you like this, Rebecca," I said.  "You know that,
don't you?"

She moaned.  She let two fingers slide deeper inside.  She moved
her other hand across her stomach and up to her breasts andneck.

"Do you like this?" she moaned.

"We do," I said.  Stick your fingers in your mouth.  We want to
see you suck them."

She did, lifting her eyelashes just enough to watch us watching
her.

She let her hand roam up and down her naked body, across her
breasts and down between her thighs, still fingering herself with
her other hand.

"Are you wet?" I asked.  "Are you really wet?"

She nodded.   

"Don't forget to dance," I told her, "keep dancing for us,
Rebecca."  She started moving her hips and chest again.

"Rebecca, tell me what you want.  What you want me to make you
do."

"Please," she said.

"Tell me."

"Please..."

"I can't tell what you're asking for," I said, "Do you want a
spanking?"

I felt a little rush go through me as I said the words.  "Do you
want your pussy spanked?"

She opened her mouth and shook her head.

I breathed in.  "You want Cedric here," I said.  I squeezed his
thigh.  I saw her head move just a fraction before she stopped
herself.

I raised one eyebrow and slowly shook my head.  "No?" I asked,
"what is it then?

She moved her eyes toward Harold, without moving her head. 

I nodded. 

"I see."

I stroked Cedric's thigh.

"Have you seen it yet?"  I asked her.  "Have you touched it?"

"I haven't," she said, wide-eyed, "I haven't yet."

"But you want to," I said.

She nodded slowly, her eyes darting toward her boyfriend.

"Ok," I said, "maybe if you ask him nicely..."

"Turn around and face him, Becky, and get down on your knees."

She glanced back at me.  "Do it," I told her.

She opened up her mouth, but then glanced back at us again.  I
nodded grimly, and she did what I had said.

"Harold," she finally said, "I want to--I want to see your--I
want to see your cock."

"Good, Rebecca," I said. 

I had Harold stand up, and told Rebecca to take off his pants.

Kneeling on the floor, she stared at him, still breathing hard. 
When she got his pants apart, he helped her pull them down. 

His cock popped out, throbbing, inches from her pretty face.

I stood up and came around behind her.

"Cedric said you don't like this," I said, "but I think you're
going to."

She licked her lips.  She looked so cute, kneeling naked on the
floor, open- mouthed.  Her nose was nearly touching it.  Every
time it throbbed it got a little closer to her.

I stroked her face, and then I put my hand into her thick hair
and wrapped my fingers in it.  I gently pushed her head forward,
until she was breathing on his dick. 

"See how big it is?" I asked.  "Think how good it's going to
feel."

His cock was getting harder as I spoke, rising up to touch her
face. 

I looked at Cedric.  "You can get up," I told him, "if you want
to see it too." 

He rose quickly from the couch and stood on the other side of
her.  I gripped her hair so she wouldn't try to see him. 

"In a moment, I said, "I'm going to make it touch you.  Open your
mouth, so he can touch you on your tongue."

She did it, and we both watched as Harold's cock brushed her jaw
and then the corner of her mouth.  She tried to raise her hands
to guide him in.  "No," I said, "use your lips and mouth."

Finally she got him in, just the tip of him.  I shook her a
little by her hair.  "Suck him," I told her, "like you're sucking
on a bottle.  Like you're sucking out his cum."

She slanted her eyes at me, and then at Cedric. 

"You look beautiful," I said, "There's nothing like a beautiful
naked woman, kneeling, sucking cock." 

I watched as her cheeks began to hollow out.

"Play with yourself," I told her, "until you taste him leaking
into your mouth." 

She raised her hands to her breasts and started to caress them. 
After a little while she put one hand between her thighs.

 "I told you she would like this," I said to Cedric.  "Can't you
tell?"

He nodded, staring.  "She does," he said.

"And you like it too, don't you?"

He nodded, staring down at her.

I began to ease her head up and down on him.  She couldn't get
much into her mouth, I knew, but I liked the way she looked.  She
was making his dick shiny with her spit. 

"Don't you like this?" I said, as I felt her head moving
underneath my hands. 

She started making little noises from inside her throat.

"Wouldn't it be something, to watch her cum while giving head?" 
I heard her inhaling through her nose.  Her breath came out
shuddering. 

I threatened her with a spanking and then I told Cedric to get
for me a camera.

"Hurry up," I said.  She was moaning rhythmically.  She had at
least three fingers in her cunt.  

He hurried off.

I stroked Rebecca's cheek, and then her chin, where the saliva
had leaked out of her mouth.  She groaned. 

"Becky, I whispered, "you look so hot.  You're going to love the
pictures I'm going to take."

She made a little noise again, but didn't stop. 

"Don't worry," I told her, "we'll keep them very private." 

Harold opened his mouth to speak.  "I'm going to cum," he
grunted. 

I pulled her head back.  "Not yet," I said.

Rebecca panted, open-mouthed.  "God," she said.  Her fingers were
still moving in her cunt.  "Don't make me stop."

I grinned at her and held my hand out for the camera Cedric had
brought. 

"Stay just like that," I said, and knelt to take a picture of her
face. 

She moved her hand to wipe her face, but I told her she looked
perfect.  I snapped a frame.

"Now lick him," I said, "make him cum onto your face."

She hesitated.  "I want him INSIDE of me," she said.

"Rebecca," I said, "this isn't just for you."

She looked up at me and swallowed.  "Tell me what to do."

"Lie down on the floor," I told her.  "Spread your legs, so we
can see just how wet you are." 

She did it and I took another picture, kneeling down between her
thighs. 

"Now put your fingers in," I said, "and play with yourself like
you were before." 

She moaned a little while she did it.  I told her to pull them
out, and put them in her mouth.

"Don't you feel like a slut?" I asked.  "Doesn't it make you want
to cum?"

She nodded, sucking on her fingers. 

I took a picture of her with her fingers in her mouth.

Get back on your knees, I said.  This time, make him cum. 

She got back on her knees, and eagerly took him in her mouth.

I watched him while she sucked.  When his mouth fell open and I
saw the muscles on his neck, I pulled her back.  "Cum on her
face," I said.

Her eyes were wide.  Her mouth stayed open.

She kept jerking him with her hands.

I glob of semen sprayed onto her eye, and I heard him groan. 
Another hit her nose and upper lip.  She moved her head, and I
released her.  She took a third glob in her chin, and then put
her mouth back on him to suck the rest.

Finally I had her lick him clean, and swallow.  But I didn't let
her wipe her face.  I told her she looked beautiful with his cum
drying on her lips. 

"Cedric," I said, "It's time we took her to your bedroom." 

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