I tell you, you're not gonna believe this story, honey, but I swear every word of it is true. No, really -- it is. There I was, walking along, minding my own business, when this van ... Uh, in my sophomore year. I was still nineteen ... Yeah, a few weeks before I met you ... Yep. Jennifer and I were in the process of breaking up. Well, I kind of got the hint when, for the eighth or tenth time in a row, she said she was too busy to go out with me, but she still found time to go for lunch with this Dan guy a half-dozen times, as my friend Jerry so gleefully told me. Jerry worked lunches in the cafeteria ... You have so met Jerry. He was the usher with the buck teeth. Moved to Atlanta for some stupid reason, just before we started going out together. See, up there in the photo? Beside your sister? That's him ... No, he never was one to talk much, especially in a crowd. He did like your sister, though. I thought for sure he was going to make a pass at her right there at the reception. Anyway, like I said, I was walking along and this van ... Huh? ... It was early fall, I was walking home to the dorms after studying in the library all evening, and it was at the edge of a park. Any more questions, or can I at least start this story now? You probably figured out that I wasn't in the greatest of moods, walking home at night, all by my lonesome, thinking about how the greatest love of my life was dumping me and didn't even have the decency to tell me to my ... No, dear, that was before I met you, remember? Besides, it was one of those things that happens when you get deeply involved with your first real lover. The brains take a holiday and the hormones take over. The withdrawls were pretty harsh. I had some sympathy for Dan a few months later when Jennifer started seeing some football jock behind his back, and he found out the hard way, just like I did. Not a lot of sympathy, but some. ... You're sidetracking me again. You want to hear this story or not? Hey, you're the one that started this to-tell-the-truth stuff, wanting the story behind these odd souvenirs ... You want a kiss and a snuggle first? Oh, I guess ... Hey, don't hog all the blankets. My ass is getting cold ... Well, turn over. I'll keep it warm for you. ... There, that better? ... No, I don't mind at all, as long as you quit hogging the covers. Where was I? Oh, yeah, right at the start still. So anyway, this big blue van pulls up, and ... It was dark, the streetlights were kinda far apart, and it was a bit chilly. No rain, but it was cloudy. Weather report given ... The van? It was a big van, dark blue, nice, with tinted windows all around and curtains over most of 'em, probably a Chevy. It had that rounded, finished sort of look they have ... No, I didn't check the model or the licence. I'd seen it around the campus a couple of times, so if I really wanted to, I guess I could've traced down the owner and all that, but I sure wasn't thinking about anything like that at the time. Why all this interest in the details, dear? ... Oh, you just want to get all the background and the setting straight in your head. I guess ... Honey, if you keep wiggling your ass like that, I'm gonna forget all about this story, and ... Oh, all right. Story first. Just don't wiggle so much, or the after will happen in the middle and then what'll you do? ... Fresh batteries downstairs. Figures you'd have a smart-ass answer for that one. I should never have bought you that toy for your birthday. Gives you far too much independence ... Ouch! All right already, I'll stick to the story, if you'll let me get more than a half a sentence in ... Oh, yes, that does feel nice ... Story? Oh, the van story. The one I'm supposed to be telling you. Right. The night was dark and cool when this big blue van pulled up beside me. I couldn't really see the driver very good, but I could tell it was a woman. It was the passenger who opened her door, jumped out, and yelled "Hey, you!" It took a couple of seconds for me to figure out that it was me she was yelling at. That's how long it took for me to look around and realize there wasn't anyone else around, anywhere in sight. "Who, me?" I answered. At the time, I was suffering a bit of brain-burn from having just spent several hours with my nose buried in some far too big textbooks with lots of far too small print on the pages. "Yah, you. What's your name?" she said back at me, smirking and swaying up to where I was standing ... No, she wasn't really dressed for the weather. Purple leather miniskirt, pointed purple elf boots, purple lacy bra, black nylons, and a black leather vest that was so small it couldn't possibly button up ... Yes, I do remember what she was wearing, because I didn't see much else until my adventure was over ... She was a brunette, with short, spiky black hair on top, long down the back and sides, lots of purple and black makeup, and bright red lips. She had been drinking a little. ... No, she wasn't a beauty, but she did have presence, and a good figure. I told her my first name. "Hey, Rob, this is your lucky day. You do what I tell you and you'll have a night to remember for the rest of your life." While she was saying that, she snuggled right up tight to me and put her arms around my waist. I didn't know what to do, especially with my hands. Her body was hot -- I could feel her right through my jacket and shirt. That vest thing she was wearing just swung out of the way when she shifted her arms up to around my neck, giving me a real good view of the tops of her breasts, right through all the lace of her bra. Anywhere I could have put my hands seemed like someplace I shouldn't. Too much bare flesh, everywhere ... What? ... No, I knew her by sight because I'd seen her around the campus, same as I'd seen the van. She was a senior, and had a bit of a reputation as a wild thing, but she wasn't dangerous. At least, according to the guys in my dorm she wasn't. So anyway, she licked my lips and my cheek, but she didn't really kiss me, and she rubbed herself up and down against me. At the time, me and Jennifer hadn't spent any real time together for weeks, and it didn't look like we would any time in the future, so I was pretty much ripe for the plucking, if you know what I mean ... Ohhh, yesss, you do know what I mean. Better slow down ... Okay, okay. The girl said "C'mon", grabbed the front of my jacket, and pulled me over to the van. The passenger door was still open, so I got a glimpse of the driver. It was another senior girl that I'd seen around campus a few times. She was dressed a little more like the weather demanded, in a long skirt and warm coat. I heard some giggling coming from the back of the van, but I couldn't see anything because they had some curtains shutting the back off from the front. "Turn around," she ordered. At first, I didn't, but when she took hold of my arms, I let her turn me to face away from the van. Then she said "Don't move." That's when she put something over my eyes. When my hands came up, she barked out "Don't move!" again. ... No, I don't really know why I let her do what she wanted, but it seemed like something really exciting and possibly naughty might be going on. Yes, I'd heard all those stories about wild frat and sorority pranks and stuff, but I, personally, had never been involved with anything more than swearing my loyalty as a pledge. When my initiation took place, I didn't know whether I was more relieved or disappointed about how ordinary it seemed. When that van pulled up, I thought maybe something was finally going to happen, something that I could remember fondly later. I was just hoping that it wouldn't be too embarrassing if things did get a bit wild. ... Yes, I did let her do what she wanted. She covered my eyes with something soft and cool, then wrapped something else around my head to hold it in place. I couldn't see a thing. When she tied a rope around one of my wrists, I started getting nervous. "Relax", she told me, "this is for our sake. We don't want you pulling off the blindfold." So there I was, blindfolded, with ropes tied to my wrists, and not a clue as to what was going to happen ... No, I didn't have a clue. For all I knew, they were going to strip me naked and dump me in the middle of the concourse, just for kicks. I'd heard of that happening several times already, to different guys. They might even have ... All right, I'll get to the good part soon. Just keep doing what you're doing. You know, for, uh, inspiration. Yeah, inspiration. Damned fine inspiration too, I might add ... Yeah, yeah, the story. I had ropes tied to my wrists, and some sort of blindfold strapped to my eyes when I heard the side door of the van open up and a few more giggles and some whispered comments that I couldn't make out. The first girl, the one with the spiky hair, took one of my arms, someone else took my other arm, and they led me to the side entrance, making me duck and step high to get in. They sat me on the floor. It had a thick carpet on it, so that wasn't so bad, but it was very warm in there. I guess they had the heater on high or something. That's when I heard all the doors slam and felt the van take off. >From the whispers I heard, I knew I was surrounded by girls, at least four or five of them. "So far, Rob, you're doing just fine. Keep it up and you might enjoy yourself. If you don't..." I don't know if it was her or one of the other girls, but someone put their foot on my crotch, right over my equipment, so to speak. "If you wanna talk, talk to me. I'm Anne. You're not gonna see anyone else or find out who they are, got that? 'Cause if you do, I'll hafta get rough. And believe me, I like gettin' rough. Got it?" I nodded, not sure if she could see me or not. "Good. Okay girls, you know what to do. Go for it. Keep his eyes covered and his hands secure." That's when they started stripping me. I'm sure, if I'd tried, I probably could have fought my way free, but I might have hurt someone. If I ended up getting dumped naked on the concourse, well, I'd chalk it up to experience and take my ribbing like a man. After all, I wouldn't have been the first guy to get suckered in, and certainly wouldn't have been the last, either ... Oh, a couple, three times a month, maybe. It was a regular thing on campus for a while. Embarrassing as hell for the guy, but nobody really cared too much one way or another, except for the dean of course, and she probably laughed her head off in private, thinking about those poor suckers ... Yeah, they did, and I heard a couple of gasps and a few giggles when they pulled down my shorts and out popped ... Oh yeah, almost as hard as I am now. It wasn't one of those antiseptic kinda strips, like they'd do in a hospital or something. No, there were hands everywhere, and at least one of the girls had long hair because it tickled me all over my chest and shoulders ... Oh, I dunno, it could have been as long as yours used to be. It's kinda hard to say, what with the way my eyes were covered and not knowing how high up the girls were sitting or anything ... I guess I was sitting in the aisle, with seats down both sides. It was fairly cramped. Anyway, whichever girls had my ropes never let them go. They slid my jacket and shirt down off my arms and off the ropes one side at a time, so I never had a chance to reach for the blindfold, not that I would have anyway. ... Oh yeah, I was tempted, but figured I'd be better off going along with whatever the girls wanted. After all, Anne did promise I'd eventually enjoy myself, if I behaved. So, I behaved. "Nice equipment, Rob. Been getting much use out of it lately?" That was Anne again. Her chuckle at the end didn't make me feel very good, but I didn't say anything, figuring I'd be better off keeping my mouth shut. "Good boy. You're probably wondering why you're here. Are you wondering why you're here, Rob?" "Uh, yeah," I more or less grunted, with a sharp lift to my voice right at the end. The toe of someone's shoe lifted up my sack. That made me nervous. Well, more nervous. Even so, since there were still several pairs of hands touching and stroking me, my cock didn't soften up. No, none of them were touching me around there. Well, except for that toe holding up my balls. Yeah, those balls. That feels good ... Anne went on to say "Well, Rob, I'll tell you why you're here. See, I've got this friend. She's just been dumped by a jerk. For some reason, she's never had any luck finding a guy that she was comfortable with. Now, I know from personal experience that a girl doesn't need a guy to feel good with, but my friend, she's not really into that scene, right? So I asked her if she'd like to trade off a pair of nights. One for one. One for me, and one for her. I'd find her a guy to play with for her evening. No commitment, no tears, nothing like that. A real zipless. And guess what, Rob?" "Uh, what?" I was not my usual scintillating self ... Uh, sure, go for it, but be careful, I'm getting close. Feeling you doing what you're doing to me and watching you doing what you're doing to you might ... Oh, all right. I'll survive. You must really like this story. "Guess what, Rob?" Anne asked me. When I asked what, she laughed a rather wicked laugh and said "Today is your lucky day, Rob. You're the lucky victim." That's when I heard some more giggling around me. Like I said, there were at least four more girls there, besides Anne and the driver. I hear some more faint whispering, too, then I got pushed down flat on the carpet. Two of them still had hold of the ropes on my wrists so I wouldn't do anything stupid. Someone stood up, with a foot on either side of my waist. She was moving around and doing something, but I wasn't sure what until I felt something warm and silky land on my stomach. It cooled off fast, feeling a little damp as it did, then it got picked up after first one of her feet, then the other, lifted into the air. "Go for it!" yelled Anne. Someone took hold of my nuts at that point, not doing anything, but just holding them. I was thinking that it was a bit of a warning. You know, don't do anything stupid because my future was in her hand, literally. Later, I figured they might have been making sure I put some effort into what they wanted ... Oh, yeah, I was struggling like crazy, just like I am now. What do you think? Imagine someone with long, sharp, strong fingernails having hold of both of your nipples. With a simple squeeze, they could change your whole outlook on ... Right. No struggling. So, the girl who was standing at my waist, stepped up to my head. She squatted down. That's when I knew for sure it was her panties that had landed on my stomach ... Uh huh. She was already warmed up, wet, and quite fragrant ... No, not smelly. There's a big difference between a woman who's strongly aroused, and one who stinks. This woman was in heat. I didn't need the slight tug on my balls to tell me what to do ... Yep. Jennifer taught me how, and I thank her for that ... Oh, you do too, do you? Like they say, practice makes perfect ... Later, huh? After the story, maybe? Right, the story. You want all the gory details? ... Oookaaay, I got the idea, no need for threats like that. You want details, you got details. First off, she was shaved ... Well, yeah, sorta like you do. Lips bare, some left up front. Although from my perspective, it was more like some left up by my forehead. First thing I did was push my tongue in as far as I could, dragging out her juice and spreading it all over everything. Yeah, she was already wet, but the slicker the better is my view. Makes my hot breath feel even hotter, and my blowing feel colder ... Of course I did. And I nibbled her lips, licked all up and down inside and outside, tickled the inner lips, tried to suck her insides out, lip-nibbled her little clit ... Oh, it might have been a little smaller than yours, but it was pretty close. I don't really remember all that well any more. She really wiggled a lot too, especially when I kept running the flat of my tongue over the tip of her clit. A lot like you do when I do that to you. Oh, I certainly enjoyed myself, despite the circumstances. So did the woman, if her bouncing up and down was any indication. While nobody but her could ever be positive, I'm pretty sure she came twice while I was eating her -- once when I kept jamming my tongue in her hole, and once while I was licking her nubbin with the tip of my tongue. The bumps and turns of the van sure made things interesting too. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that the driver was going out of her way to find rough, twisty roads. I'll wait for you to finish ... Was that fun? ... By the time we were finished, I was wet from forehead to chin and ear to ear ... Yes, wet right through my blindfold. ... That comes later. So, the girl finally turned around and sat on my chest. I'm pretty sure it was her that played with my cock for the next ten minutes. It felt like she was rather inexperienced, not really knowing what to do with it. I didn't come, but it was close. But, when she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth, it only took a minute or so before I couldn't help myself any more. The dam burst. I managed to croak a warning first so she could pull off. Stuff went everywhere. Splats landed all over me, and I'm sure lots ended up on her too. After some more giggles and whispering, someone wiped both of us clean. Someone else, not the girl who was still sitting on my chest, took me into her mouth and kept me half-hard for the few minutes it took me to recover ... Oh, not too much of that, dear, or you'll get a late night snack ... Yessss, you do that so well ... Um, oh. The story. Sorry, lost my train of thought there. The girl, or girls, didn't let me get all the way soft, and got me hard again in only a few minutes. At least one of them had had lots of practice, but I enjoyed it when any of them took me in their mouths. Then one of them did something I'd never had done to me before. I didn't know what was going on when some strange sensations started up down there. When whoever it was stopped, I felt a tightness all over. She had put a condom on me with her mouth. Once the condom was on, and every one of them had checked it out, personally, the girl sitting on my chest stood up, turned around, and squatted down again. Since she was supporting herself with both hands on my chest, I knew it was one of the other ones that had hold of my cock. She was rubbing it back and forth in the girl's slit, getting it coated with juice. ... It felt like one of those lubricated condoms, but they never really are slippery enough, are they, dear? ... No, don't try and talk with your mouth full. It's not really polite. Yes, I was enjoying myself. Hey, for some guys it might have been one of their favourite fantasies. I hadn't really thought about abduction in that light before. So anyway, what they were doing felt really good, but when the girl started moving up and down a little, letting the tip of my cock squeeze in and out of her hole, that was wonderful. She was really tight ... Yes, just as tight as you were on our wedding night. What are you ... Darling? What are you ... Oh, okay. No, I don't mind at all, at all, at all. But ... Oh, my. Ooooh. When did you learn how to put one of them on with your mouth? ... You're changing the subject again ... Later, then. Story first. I guess ... Oh, no, I don't mind. I like watching you bounce up and down. I can talk at the same time -- I think. The girl was taking her time, like she wasn't really sure of herself, or she hadn't had much practice. She was certainly tight enough, although my experiences with Jennifer sure didn't give me much to compare with. A sample of two. Well, three including you, but I didn't get to sample you until much later. Slow down if you want me to finish the story before ... Unh, I guess you don't care. It feels so good when you do that ... All right, all right, story. By that time I was feeling really hot again. You know, getting close to popping off again, when the girl sat right down. Damn, that was wild! I could feel it. I could actually feel it! Right when she sat down. Her cherry popped, right on my cock. I could feel her rip, and she gasped out loud. I was too stunned to move! My first and only virgin, ever! And I had no idea who she was! In a van full of girls, driving only God and the driver knew where, I was given the gift that can only be given once, by someone who obviously didn't want any kind of attachment to the guy she gave it to. That was the weirdest part. I always thought girls either got rid of their virginity as an inconvenience when they were young, or saved it for that one special guy in their life ... No, dear, I'm not disappointed that you weren't a virgin when we got married. You are so special that it never mattered to me. I'm just jealous of whoever it was that got you first ... No, I didn't mean it like that. Whatever happened, it doesn't matter to me. You are here with me, and that other poor schmuck is stuck with second best, if he has anyone at all. Anyone stupid enough to have let you slip away deserves whatever they ended up with. Mmmm, you do know so well what makes me feel good, don't you. Keep going, please. I'll keep talking. After she got used to having me inside her, and I guess after the sting went away, she started rocking back and forth -- just a little at first, but she soon worked her way back to a plateau of sorts. "Come on, you've got to move up and down a little too." Anne's voice, coming all of a sudden like it did, startled me. The slight jerk I gave must have translated itself into something good for the girl riding my cock, because she hissed in a big breath. Her hands, where they were pushing down on my chest, were hot and sweaty. The van was definitely warm, and not just because the heater was going full blast. Whether she liked my start, was listening to Anne's instructions, or simply wanted to anyway, she did start a slow, shallow up and down. I was fighting hard to contain myself. I knew if I let out another load, I would be soft for at least an hour, and I wanted this girl, whoever she was, to know what it was like to reach her peak with a guy inside her, at least once. When I felt some tugs on my ropes, I lifted my arms. My hands were guided to ... Yes, dear, right there, and right there. It was the first time in my life I'd ever held a breast in each hand. They were ... You've seen Jennifer. It's all a guy can do to lift one with both hands, never mind one hand. Hell, Shaquille O'Neil couldn't even palm one of those things ... No, dear, I don't. Yes, she has big ones, but so what? She can't wear a bikini without causing a riot, she gets propositioned twenty times a day, every day, whether someone is with her or not, and her back hurts all the time despite her wearing bras made out of whalebone and cast iron. Besides, I like having you lie on top of me. With Jennifer, I always had this nagging fear that I'd suffocate or drown or something. You like this? ... Hmmm, yeah, I guess you do. Now you know another reason I like your tits. They're soft and silky and sensitive all over and they've got these little buttons up front that get so hard ... Yeah, she did have tits a lot like yours, but I think yours are a little bigger than her's were. They're a little heftier. It has been a while, but I do remember them in fine detail ... I have no idea if they were pink like yours. I was blindfolded at the time. No, don't stop. Keep going -- just -- like -- unnh -- that. The woman did start bouncing up and down on me. Her squirming wasn't an act, because I could feel the spasms from the inside. We were both so hot and sweaty and slippery all over, it was incredible. Her gyrations got wilder and wilder. It was so hard to hold back ... Sort of like now, yeah. Ohhh, you're making this tough. "Go girl. Reach for it. You know you want it. Feel that inside you? That's where babies come from. There's only a thin piece of rubber in between you and motherhood. If it breaks, with you like you are now, you'll be swelling up for sure. Such a thin piece of rubber, too. So delicate. Just like your virginity, it could tear in an instant." That was Anne speaking again. I don't know what kind of thing they had with the threat of the girl having a baby, but her bouncing sure got wilder in a hurry. I couldn't help myself. When she started squeezing my cock with her pussy, I shot off. "I can see it! I can see his sperm going up his thing into you! Can you feel it? Can you feel him trying to breed you, trying to plant his seed in your belly? Maybe there's a tiny hole in the condom. You might be becoming a mommy right now. You're as fertile now as you ever will be. Serve your right if you end up with a fat belly. Yeah, those baby tits of yours swollen with milk, and a bulge in your stomach so big you can't see your toes." Needless to say, Anne's kibitzing kept me going long after I would normally have been finished and flat. No, I didn't really want to get the girl pregnant, but my libido and my cock didn't care what I wanted. They heard the possibility, so they were trying their damnedest to make it come true. I think the girl came at the end, too. She bounced up and down, then rubbed herself all around on my pubes, then bounced once more, then sort of groaned and collapsed. Oh, God, Hon, yessss. Yesss! Oh, shit. Oh, damn! Gnuhhh... ... Mmmm, I love you, you know that? ... Yeah, I know, I've said it once or twice before, but what the hell. Ummm, you taste good, too ... Sure, I know where your mouth has been. I had a shower before you got home, so no problem. Let's just rest here for a minute ... ... Okay, so now you want to hear the rest of the story. Me and the girl, we'd both just finished, and she was lying on top of me, with her hair all over my chest and in my face. My cock was still inside her, but it was softening and shrinking fast. "No kissing!" yelled Anne. Someone helped the girl sit up, then stand up. I could still feel the tightness of the condom and the weight of its contents at the tip of my cock, so I was rather relieved when I realized that it had held. Anne's words had left a nagging doubt in my mind. The rest of the story is a bit of an anticlimax. One of them pulled off the condom and wiped me clean. Anne told me to stay where I was. The ropes were pulled snug again, so that my hands were dragged back to the floor. I lay there recovering, listening to the engine running, the road noise, and a bunch of wet, slurpy sounds mixed in with a few odd gasps and groans. My imagination filled in all kinds of possibilities for those noises. Several minutes later, the van stopped. I heard the side door open just before I was almost literally tossed out on my duff. By the time I pulled off the blindfold, the van's door was closed, and it was pulling away in a hurry ... No, I wasn't in the middle of the concourse. It took me a minute or so to realize I was back in the park where they'd picked me up in the first place. My clothes were scattered around all over the ground, but they were there. It was late, and damned chilly, so I took off the ropes, got dressed in a hurry, and headed for the dorm ... Yeah, that's where those panties and that garter belt came from. They were my blindfold. I've kept them all this time as a souvenir ... I never told you before because I wasn't sure you wouldn't get mad, or upset. You're such a sweet, almost innocent lady, I didn't want to take a chance on shocking you. ... Well, I don't think you're quite as innocent as you seemed before we got married. Just a hunch, but ... If you hadn't threatened to throw them out, I probably wouldn't have told you. ... Yeah, come to think of it, it is quite a coincidence that they happen to be your favourite colour ...