Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

My co-workers were all bidding each other farewell as our company's employee retreat finally came to a close. Every year we were corralled in the conference rooms of a resort where we would spend four days in various team-building seminars. This year, as in prior years, the retreat lasted four days too long. The one thing this year's boondoggle had going for it was the resort itself. It was built alongside a natural lake in the countryside and definitely qualified as a five-star location. While we spent twelve hours a day shuttling from conference room to conference room, we at least had a nice place to spend the remaining hours of the day.

Several of my co-workers chose to spend some of that time getting to know one another in a more intimate fashion. I devoted a fair amount of time flirting with one of our new-hires who had just graduated college. Unfortunately, he never took it beyond having conversations that were heavily laced with sexual innuendo. We both wanted each other, but I think he was worried about the optics of hooking up with a coworker at a company event when he had only been on the job for a month. I was going to keep at it once we returned to the office, with the hopes of eventually breaking down his defenses and getting his dick deep inside me.

I was walking towards my car when I saw Connie waving at me from a distance. She was newly single; after her divorce she underwent a tremendous transformation, both physically and sexually. She went to the gym and slimmed down considerably and sought out the services of a very gifted plastic surgeon. She swapped out her frumpy wardrobe for clothes that bordered on too risque for an office environment. If not for her long, silver hair you'd have no idea that she was in her 60s.

"Hey, wait a second," she called out as she walked towards me as quickly as her stiletto heels could take her. She was wearing an incredibly tight and even more incredibly short red dress that she had to pull down every few feet because it kept riding up her body. Connie had developed a well deserved reputation of being the office slut, which is a title she wore as a badge of pride. The rumor for this trip was that Connie had a sixsome the first night. I had talked to a few of my male coworkers who confirmed being there, so I had no reason to doubt its veracity.

"You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?" she asked as she pulled me into a tight hug. Her firm, medically-enhanced double-Ds pressed against my body as her perfume wafted in the air. I looked down her cleavage and wondered how many pearl necklaces she collected over the four days. The thought of having her after four evenings of gang bangs got my blood flowing and I tried as best I could to not get a hard-on. I didn't succeed and she felt my cock growing against her leg.

"Sorry, I wasn't able to find you," I lied; while everyone was saying goodbyes, I was making an unsuccessful last-ditch effort to hook up with the new-hire.

"Why don't you spend the night at my place?" she offered with a wry smile. Her offer was tempting; I had wanted to have sex with Connie for a few months, but at the moment I just wanted to get home and sleep in my own bed.

"I'm sorry, I can't," I said, which was immediately met with a pout. "How about a rain check, though?"

"It's a date," she smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll send you an invite." I watched her round ass as she walked away, making a beeline towards a group of male co-workers who had been lingering in the parking lot.

"Send an invite," I chuckled as I wiped her lipstick off my cheek. I got into my car as I watched Connie put her arms around two of the seven guys in front of her. "Fucking hell," I said, shaking my head in amazement. I pushed the ignition button and settled in for the four hour drive home.

***

Thanks to an accident on the interstate, Google's navigation diverted me down a winding country road. There weren't any streetlights to be found, and the new moon and mature trees plunged the road into almost complete darkness. There were stretches of hairpin turns that kept me driving under the speed limit. Thankfully, the road eventually straightened out and I breathed a heavy side of relief as I loosened my grip on the wheel.

"Fucking Google," I spat. I think I would have preferred sitting in traffic instead of risking driving off the road in the middle of Bumfuck East.

The darkness before me was broken by red flashing lights. As I drove closer I noticed they were from a large sedan's hazard lights. It was slumped down towards the rear right side of the car, a tell-tale sign of a flat tire. A couple was standing on the side of the car: the woman was leaning back against the rear quarter panel and the man was standing by the passenger door, staring at his phone. Knowing they were in the middle of nowhere, and wanting a brief respite from driving these narrow roads, I pulled over behind them and put my car into park.

The woman turned towards me, her hands crossed in front of her. The man with her didn't look up from his phone until she said something to him. He turned towards my car as I exited my door.

"Hey," I waved. "Do you guys need any help?"

"Yeah, we – " the woman started, before the man interrupted.

"No, we're good. I called AAA," he said as he waved his cell phone in the air. The woman turned towards him and I heard an indistinct, albeit heated, conversation between the two of them.

"Look, I've done the AAA thing before. They can take hours to get here," I responded truthfully. The last time I called AAA for a dead battery, they arrived four hours later and fried the electronics in my car. How the fuck do you even do that?

"If it's just a flat, I can take care of it for you and you can be on your way in no time."

"That would be great, thank you so much!" the woman answered before the man had an opportunity to. I walked towards the car as the man went to the driver's side to pop the trunk.

"I'm Charlotte, and that's my husband Mark," Charlotte said. Even in the relative darkness of the night I could tell Charlotte was painfully cute. She wore her long, blond hair in braids, dimples formed on her freckled cheeks when she smiled, and her petite body had the most amazing curves ever. Her sundress was just short enough that it had you begging to see more, and she radiated an attitude that assured you that if you played your cards right you might just get lucky enough to do just that.

I rummaged through the trunk for their spare tire and jack. I wheeled the spare around to the side of the car and set to work with the jack.

"I'm Jake," I said as I started to hoist the car off the ground. Mark had made his way back beside Charlotte; as cute as Charlotte was, Mark was rather unremarkable: A man of average height and built, his hair was styled in a barber shop's "regular men's haircut"; he would most likely pass through a crowd completely unnoticed. I looked back over at Charlotte as the flat tire rose off the ground and I noticed her swollen belly.

"Congratulations, by the way," I said before I could catch myself. If there was one thing my female friends had told me countless times before, it was that you never assume that a woman is pregnant. I was bracing for a negative response, but, thankfully, my intuition was right.

"Thank you!" she beamed as she rubbed her belly with her hands. "Four more months to go!"

"If you want to take a load off, you can feel free to have a seat in my car," I offered as I started to loosen the lug nuts.

"Really? That would be awesome," she smiled as she headed back to my car. Mark didn't leave my side. I don't know if he was suspicious of me, or if he wanted to learn how to change a tire; either way, I was intent on swapping out the tire as quickly as I could so I could finish the remaining two hour drive home.

***

"There you go," I said as I secured the flat tire and jack in their trunk. "It's just a donut, so make sure you drive back slow and steady."

"Thanks, Jake," Mark said as he shook my hand.

"Don't mention it," I said as I slammed the trunk shut.

"Hey, let us buy you a drink," Charlotte offered. "If it wasn't for you, God only knows how long we would have been stranded here." She gave Mark a look that let him know this was not negotiable. "It's the least we could do." I really wanted to get home, but there was something about Charlotte that made it impossible to say no.

"Okay, sure, a quick drink," I said after a quick glance at my watch.

"Great, follow us. We'll have the nav take us somewhere," she said as she typed on her phone. I watched them get into their car before heading back into mine.

"It's just a quick drink," I told myself as I started the car. When I reached for the gear shifter I noticed there was a pair of lace panties wrapped around it. I removed it from the shifter and unfolded it. It was a sexy red lace pair of cheekie panties, and the crotch was damp. I looked over at the passenger seat and saw its matching bra.

"Damn, Charlotte," I smiled as I put the car into drive and followed them down the road.

***

The three of us got out of our cars and stared at what could best be described as a dive bar. Charlotte gave me a quick, wicked smile as her hands lifted her dress farther up her legs, and I made no attempts at subtlety as my eyes ran up and down her body. Fortunately for me, Mark was staring at the building, his hands on his hips.

"So do we really want to go here?" he asked. I barely heard him as I was staring at Charlotte's swollen tits.

"It's just a drink, Mark. It will be fine. Let's go," she said, taking him by the hand. Her large breasts, now free from the confines of a bra, were swaying almost hypnotically as she led us to the front door.

The bar was practically empty. There were a few guys sitting at the bar, the bartender, and the three of us. No one turned to acknowledge that we had entered. Charlotte pointed towards a booth and we headed over to it. I slid into the booth and Charlotte slid onto the seat next to me. Mark sat across from us and drummed his fingers on the table. A jolt of electricity flowed through my body as I felt her leg rub up against mine under the table. Had it not been for the surprise she left me, I would have thought it was innocent. Now? I wasn't so sure.

We waited for someone to take our drink order.

And waited.

And waited.

"I think we may need to order for ourselves?" I wondered as I looked around for a waitress.

"Mark, why don't you go get us some drinks. I'll have water, of course. Jake? What would you like?"

"Ummm, I'll have whatever Mark is having," I shrugged. Mark slid out of the booth and made his way over to the bar, trying hard to get the bartender's attention.

That earlier jolt of electricity intensified as I felt Charlotte place her hand on the inside of my leg, and it grew even stronger as her hand slowly moved its way up my thigh. I looked over at Mark, who still had his back to us as he waved at the bartender.

"Don't worry about him," Charlotte whispered, her hand moving ever so slowly upward. "Did you like my gift?"

"I did, very much." My heart was beating fast, its thumping pulsing in my ears. I was wearing my pants to the right, and her fingers stopped when they reached the head of my erect cock.

"Ohhhh my…" she said as she looked down at her hand and the distance it was from my crotch. "You're a big boy, aren't you?" she whispered as she placed her hand on my shaft, giving it a squeeze. My mind was spinning as she moved her hand up and down the bulge in my trousers. "A very, very big boy."

I put my hand on hers and begrudgingly moved it away as Mark was finally successful at getting the bartender's attention. He was heading back to our table with a glass of water and two other drinks.

"I hope you like bourbon," he said as he placed my glass in front of me.

"Ah…bourbon, neat. Just as I like it," I answered, taking a sip and instantly recognizing Woodford's. I found myself thinking that this might not be a quick drink after all.

***

Five rounds later, the three of us were standing in the parking lot outside of the dive bar. I had the slightest of buzzes, but Mark looked like a man who normally didn't drink that much that quickly.

"Maybe we should take some time to sober up," Charlotte suggested as she nodded towards the motel that was adjacent to the bar. Mark turned to look at the motel and its flashing "Vacancy" and "Hourly Rates" signs. I looked over at Charlotte who was biting her lower lip and nodding at me.

"That might not be a bad idea, Mark. You don't look like you're ready to drive yet. And look – they have free HBO!" Mark gave the motel another long look before nodding in agreement.

"Okay, I guess, just for an hour or so."

***

Mark excused himself and went to the bathroom as soon as we entered our room. The place certainly wasn't the Taj Mahal, and with its hourly rates I imagined the beds saw a lot of action. Charlotte moved in towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck, her belly pressing against mine as she kissed me. I couldn't have resisted her even if I tried. I moved my hands down to the small of her back and slipped my tongue in her mouth. My cock was standing at full attention again, the head of my cock poking the underside of her belly.

"Fuck," she whispered as she rubbed the tip of my cock by turning her body from side-to-side. "I need to see this monster."

I looked over at the bathroom door, expecting Mark to stumble out and catch us. I felt her fingertips on my chin as she turned my gaze back towards her.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about him," she smiled before she kissed me softly on the lips. She knelt down in front of me and unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my zipper. She slowly pulled my pants and boxers down and my cock bounced free, nearly slapping her in the face.

"Oh my God," she giggled as she got a good look at my thick ten inches. She grabbed my shaft with both hands and started to run them up and down the whole length, her hands twisting and turning as she jerked me. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh as her hands milked my cock. She drooled some spit onto my shaft and her hands moved effortlessly up and down, twisting around.

"So, so big…and thick," she said as she looked up at me, a huge smile on her face. She took her hands off my throbbing cock so she could pull the top of her sundress down below her massive milk swollen tits. She took my cock with one hand and placed it inside her cleavage. She grabbed the outside of each breast with each hand and squeezed them around my cock. Charlotte tilted her head forward and drooled out a long stream of spit onto my cock head before she used her hands to move her tits up and down my shaft. Our eyes were locked on each other as she fucked me with her tits, my cock starting to leak precum. "Thank God for traffic," I thought, "and thank God for Google for sending me down that country road!"

The bathroom door opened and Mark walked out. He stopped briefly in his tracks when he saw his wife getting tit-fucked by a complete stranger. I looked over at him and panic mode nearly set in. He didn't say anything, or make any move to stop us. He just walked closer as Charlotte continued to bounce her tits up and down my hard-on. Charlotte heard him approaching and turned to face him.

"Fuck, Mark, you should see the size of his cock," she gushed. She sat back and grabbed the base of my shaft with her hand and pointed it out towards her, which somehow made my cock look even bigger than it was. Mark walked closer and knelt down beside her, his eyes fixed on my erection.

"You know you want it," Charlotte whispered as she placed her hand on the back of his head. She looked up at me with an almost pleading look on her face. I nodded and smiled, letting her know I was open for literally anything. She pushed his head closer to me and guided the head of my cock to his lips. He opened his mouth wide and welcomed it in. Her hand continued to push his head forward, my thick shaft filling his mouth until my head pushed against the back of his throat.

"Swallow his cock for me, baby," she whispered in his ear. He grabbed me by the hips and moved his head closer to me, my cock slowly sliding down his throat until his lips pressed against my abdomen. Charlotte stood up and removed her sundress as she watched her husband deep throat me. I looked over at her and almost came from looking at her naked, pregnant body. She moved over to the bed and laid down and watched us as my cock moved in and out of her husband's mouth. I put my hands behind Mark's head and thrust my hips forward and back, pressing the full length of my cock in his mouth. He sucked cock like a total porn star; he didn't have even the slightest hint of a gag reflex, and his tongue was working wonders all over my veiny shaft.

"Lean over," Charlotte said as she placed her hand on my back. I bent slightly forward at the hips; Mark adjusted his position so he could continue to gobble my cock uninterrupted. Charlotte placed her hands on my cheeks and I quickly felt the sensation of her tongue licking my ass.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as she started to give me an amazing rim job. Mark slid most of my cock out of his mouth, his sucking and licking now concentrated on the head while his hand stroked my slick shaft. Charlotte buried her face into me, her tongue exploring deeply inside. I felt my orgasm swelling in my body, but I didn't want to cum yet.

I needed cock first.

I stood upright, my cock popping out of Mark's mouth, a rope of his saliva forming a bridge between his lips and my head. Charlotte let out a disappointed, but playful, pout. I turned towards her and gave her a kiss.

"Don't worry, hon, just give me a moment" I said as I leaned down and gave each of her nipples a gentle tug with my teeth. I turned my attention back to Mark. I helped him to his feet and undressed him. He four inches were glistening from the precum it had been leaking all this time.

"Lay down," I instructed as I guided him to the bed. He obeyed, laying so that his hips were on the edge of the mattress, his legs spread wide, and his feet planted on the floor. I bent over and started to lick Mark's cock and balls, my tongue slathering all over them before I took his full length in my mouth. Four days of unsuccessful flirting with my young, male co-worker built up an almost unbearable cock hunger in me, and I unleashed it on Mark's cock. I sucked him harder and more passionately than any cock I had sucked before. I was in such a cock-trance that I barely noticed that Charlotte had knelt behind me and resumed her deep tongue fucking of my ass. I only had one thought on mind, and it was practically an obsession: I needed to swallow cum.

Mark had started thrusting his hips against my bobbing head, the creaking and groaning sounds of the bed filling the room. Mark's whole body started to tremble, and that trembling grew into uncontrollable shaking. He yelled out and I felt his cock explode thick, hot, delicious cum into my mouth. I swallowed hungrily, savoring every rope of jizz his balls produced. Charlotte must have denied him sex for a while, because his load was absolutely massive. The more I swallowed, the more he came.

For someone with a cum craving as intense as I had at the moment, it was like I had died and gone to heaven.

His cock eventually stopped throbbing and I pulled away from him. I stood up and turned towards Charlotte. I wasn't done having fun with Mark, but I needed her help. I grabbed the base of my shaft and bounced my cock against her lips. She smiled and opened her mouth wide for me. She sucked cock even better than her husband! She took the full length of my dick in her mouth and then stuck her tongue out so she could lick my balls. The blowjob was growing sloppier and sloppier, which is exactly what I had hoped for. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and turned towards Mark, my cock dripping and lubed by his wife's spit. I stood between his legs and rubbed the head of my cock up and down the crack of his ass.

"Oh God, yeah, fuck his ass," Charlotte begged. I pushed my head in and he let out a loud moan, his ass resisting against the tip of my cock. I pulled away and gently pushed forward again, this time managing to work more of my head inside of him. I kept gradually working more of myself inside until his muscles finally relaxed, his ass opening up to me. I slowly pushed in and out, deeper and deeper, until I finally went balls deep inside of him. Mark and I locked eyes as I fucked his ass nice and deep, increasing my pace ever so slightly with each thrust. I was nearing orgasm as I began to fuck him harder, my hips slapping against his ass cheeks as Charlotte knelt next to us and watched. I grabbed Mark's hips as I pounded his ass faster and faster until I finally shot a load that rivaled Mark's in size, filling his ass with my thick cum.

I pulled my cock out of him and watched as my cum slowly oozed out. Charlotte quickly swooped in between us and grabbed my soft cock. She started to lick and suck it, fresh from her husband's ass, intent on bringing it back to life. Given her oral skills it didn't take very long for me to get fully erect again. She massaged my balls with one hand and stroked me with the other.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone before," she said as she looked up at me. She turned around and got on all fours, presenting a pussy that was so wet it was practically dripping. Mark was laying on his side, tugging on his limp cock and staring at my erection. I grabbed the base of my shaft and ran my head up and down Charlotte's swollen pussy lips, teasing her as she started to beg for me to fuck her. I pushed my head inside; she was incredibly tight, almost as tight as Mark.

"Ohhhh God…you're….so…fucking…thick…" she groaned as I pushed deeper inside her. I grabbed her hips and started to pump away, her tight pussy squeezing my dick as it slid in and out. Mark stared at us as if in a trance as my shaft stretched her.

"Fuck…fucking harder…fucking harder…" she yelled as she repeatedly rammed her body back against me. I slapped her ass as I fucked her as deeply and as quickly as I could, her huge tits hanging down and swaying.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" she yelled as she orgasmed, squirting a flood of pussy juice all over the carpet. I came soon after, my balls emptying inside her tight, wet pussy. I pulled my cock out of her and slipped my wet shaft between her cheeks and rubbed it between them like I had fucked her cleavage earlier. I looked over at Mark and noticed that his hand had made him hard again.

"Lay down," I said as I moved towards him. He obliged, and I climbed in bed and straddled his hips. Charlotte climbed into a nearby chair and tried to catch her breath. Mark's dick was still surprisingly slick from my blowjob and he easily slid inside of me as I lowered myself onto him. Charlotte stared at me bouncing my ass up and down her husband's cock, my soft dick flopping around as I rode him. I heard Mark's breathing quicken and his groans grow louder, which made me ride even faster.

"Come on, Mark, cum in my fucking ass!" I ordered as I looked over my shoulder at him. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he answered with a long, low groan.

"Oh yeah, that's it…" I moaned as he reached another orgasm, spurt after spurt of warm cum filling me.

I rolled off of him and we laid on the bed, joining Charlotte in our attempts to catch our breaths.

***

I waved at Mark and Charlotte's car as they drove out of the parking lot. We exchanged numbers and were pleased to find out that we didn't live too far from one another. Charlotte said she hoped her gifts would keep me thinking about them and that we would get together again very soon.

"I can almost guarantee it," I thought as I got back into my car. I pulled my cock out of my pants and wrapped her panties around the shaft. I spent the rest of the ride home jerking off with them and planning our next encounter.