*
     Laurie left Sherman's office to join the big Christmas
party.  Sherman said he wanted to clean up and finish some work
before he joined them.
     The cafeteria had been decorated and the tables were piled
high with food -- from cookies and candy to baked hams and roast
turkeys.  Company policy forbade alcoholic beverages on the
premises, but there were urns of coffee and big coolers
overflowing with ice-cold juice drinks and sodas.
     The atmosphere was relaxed and there were a lot of smiles
and hugs and flirting.  All the employees were there, as well as
salesmen and supplier representatives, and the men far
outnumbered the women.  Laurie was getting more than her share of
attention, especially the way she looked in her heels and short
skirt.
     By 2 p.m., people were drifting out of the cafeteria.  Some
were going home, some shopping, and some to local taverns to add
a little alcoholic glow to the proceedings.
     Laurie said her good-byes, as this was her last day at the
warehouse, and she was packing her stationwagon with a few
presents and her personal items from her desk when Joanie, her
friend and co-worker approached her.
     "I cain't believe you're really leavin' us, hon.  I am sure
gonna be missin' you.  But don't you split on us yet, sweetie.  A
few of us are goin' to `Clancy's' for a drink or two.  Come with
us?"
     Laurie hugged Joanie, again.  "Mmmm... I'll miss you, too.
I should be getting home, but a drink sounds good.  Who's going?"
     Joanie grinned evilly and stuck her fist under her coat and
pushed it out at the groin, "A whole flock of us, but most
important, Sam `The Man' is goin'.  Woo woo!"
     Sam Agro was a young, short, well-built, dark Greek who
worked on the loading dock.  Women's-room gossip spread the word
that Sam had an enormous prick and was more than willing to share
it.  Laurie had heard all the stories about Sam.  She often
wondered if Joanie -- skinny, unattractive, married, mother of
four, and in dire need of an orthodontist, but just a little bit
wild -- had had a first-hand experience with the monster, because
she was always coy and would neither confirm nor deny Laurie's
suspicions.
     Laurie smiled at her friend and winked, "Well, that does
sound tempting."
     "Come on, Laurie, honey!  We'll ply 'im with drinks and take
advantage of his in-e-bri-a-ted state.  There's room enough for
both of us to ride that pony between his legs!  It'll be fun!"
     And fun it was.
*
     By four-thirty that afternoon, the bar crowd had shrunk
considerably, leaving only those who wanted to get drunk or
wanted to get lucky... and Laurie.  She wasn't sure which she
wanted to get.
     There were eleven of them, seven men and four women, sitting
around a big table in Clancy's backroom.  Someone went to the bar
for another round of drinks and returned with a bowl of bright
red maraschino cherries.
     Joanie took her beer off the tray and looked at the bowl,
"Well, those are the only cherries in this room!"
     Everyone laughed, and Ed, who brought the cherries, held one
up by the stem.
     "Remember that show, `Twin Peaks' that used to be on?
Remember the little slut that could tie the cherry stem in a knot
with her tongue?  The thought of that used to drive me crazy.  I
was just wondering if any of you ladies are as talented."
     Joanie stood up and grabbed the cherry from Ed and popped it
into her mouth.  Everyone at the table began laughing loudly as
her face went through exaggerated contortions until, finally,
with a shout of triumph, Joanie dramatically reached in and held
the cherry up between her fingers -- the stem was in a perfect
overhand knot.
     "Simple as pie!"  She bowed to the applause and offered the
bowl to Laurie.
     "Laurie, hon, you want to try next?"
     Laurie grabbed a cherry from the bowl and popped it in her
mouth.  After several moments of concentrated effort, she had to
admit defeat to the crowd.  She couldn't do it.
     Joanie patted her on the back, "Gee, I thought you would
have been a natural at that, hon."
     Laurie smiled an angelic smile as she bit the cherry and
said, "I'm not used to anything that small in my mouth!"
     As the men hooted and whistled at Laurie's comment, the
other two women tried their luck with the cherries.  One
succeeded and the other failed.
     Marsha, the other woman who couldn't tie the knot, said that
the only thing she had tried with cherries was the game "Pass the
Cherry," at which she claimed to be an expert.
     To the ensuing questions, she explained that the game was
like "Trivial Pursuit" with someone asking someone else a
question.  If the answer was right, that person asked the next
question.  If he or she was wrong, the asker took a cherry with a
stem and the answerer took one without a stem and they had to
pass them by mouth.
     The game won everyone's immediate approval and Ed
volunteered to ask the first question.
     Because there were fewer women, they decided the women
should go in the order they were seated, making Joanie first and
Laurie third.  The men would take their turn clockwise around the
table.
     Ed, looking very serious, pointed at Joanie and asked,
"Joanie, what team won the first Superbowl?"
     Joanie looked at the other women, who all shook their heads
and said, "So!  That's the way we're gonna play this game!  Well,
let's just get to the fun part, Ed."
     She grabbed two cherries and sat down on Ed's lap.  After
removing the stem of one cherry, she popped one in his mouth and
sucked the other in between her lips and then the two of them
proceeded to share a very deep, very passionate, open-mouthed,
two-minute kiss.  The tone for the game had been set.
     Thirty minutes later, the women all looked a little
disheveled.  They had all been around the table at least once and
the kissing had become even more amorous, with a lot of feeling
and grabbing going on.
     Marsha and one of the company reps, after a particularly
long and passionate session of cherry-passing -- during which the
rep's hand disappeared under Marsha's skirt -- said their
goodbyes and left, hand in hand.
     When it was Sam's turn to ask Laurie a question, she excused
herself to go to the bathroom.  As she finished in the stall and
was about to pull her panties up, she was struck with a thought
and smiled broadly.
     When she returned to the table, she sat on Sam's lap and
said, "I don't need a question and I can't take anymore fucking
cherries!"
     Then, before they began to kiss, Laurie leaned close to
Sam's ear and whispered, "Could you be a dear and hold these for
me, Sam?"
     Sam looked down at his hand and saw that Laurie had just
handed him her tiny, black lace panties!
     During the kiss, Sam's hand worked its way up under Laurie's
skirt, over the top of her stockings, across her bare thigh, and
into the warmth and wetness of her naked pussy!  Laurie felt his
prick responding and immediately began to believe those rumors
about Sam.
     "Let's get out of here, Sam!  Now!" she whispered.
     "Sure.  We go now, Laurie."
     They bid their farewells, wishing everyone a "Merry
Christmas."  Joanie hugged her friend and whispered, "Don't
forget to stop and get some K-Y, honey.  Believe me, you're gonna
need it!"
     Outside, the air was cool, but not cold.  Laurie took Sam by
the hand and led him to her big stationwagon.
     Sam pointed to his old pick-up truck and said, "Laurie, I
drive, you drive.  You follow me `cause I live close."
     Laurie unlocked the doors and pulled Sam in after her.  She
started the car and turned the heat on.  Pushing packages out of
the way and folding down the back seat, she opened her coat and
smiled, "Sam, I can't wait to go anywhere else.  If we don't do
this right now, right here, I'll probably loose my nerve."
     Sam began removing his jacket and then ripped down his
zipper, "Oh, no!  No back out, now, lady.  Sammy give it to you
right now so you can't change your mind!"
     Laurie laid back on the floor and watched Sam in the subdued
light.  She could see the bulge in his jeans, and she wet her
lips with her tongue in anticipation of what was coming next.
Sam placed his hands on his hips and pushed his jeans and
underwear down off his hips in one motion.
     "O.h..m.y..g.o.d!"  Laurie's lower jaw dropped when Sam's
prick popped into view.  The rumors and gossip were true -- he
was huge.  Not just long, he was massive around and Laurie was
slightly afraid he could do some damage -- but she was too hot to
care.
     "I'm wet, honey, but be careful with that thing."  Laurie
pulled her skirt up and over her hips and buns and spread her
legs as wide as the wagon would allow.
     Sam knelt between her stocking-clad legs and preened,
holding his hardening cock in his hand, "You like?  Sammy know
how to fuck, for sure.  He show you the best time."
     "Oh, Sam, I'm ready, but put a rubber on, first!"
     "Wha..?  Sammy don't like the rubber.  He's clean.  No
problem."
     "Come on, Sam.  You want it and I want it, but I need you to
wear a rubber."
     "Okay, okay."  With swiftness driven by desperation, Sammy
found his wallet, pulled out a foil square, and ripped it open.
"You put it on!"
     Laurie propped herself up on her elbows and smiled, "Sure,
my pleasure."  She held the large condom against the almost
purple head of the huge cock and began to slowly roll it down
it's length.  As her fingers moved further and further along its
length, she opened her mouth and sucked the end of his sheathed
penis into her hot mouth. "Mmmmmmmm!"
     "Mmmm...  You good.  But let's fuck, now!"  Sam pushed
Laurie gently away from him and placed his dick at the entrance
to her bare pussy.  Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered himself onto
and into the sexy woman.  She was tight and he liked them tight,
even if they didn't stay that way long.
     "Ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod..." Laurie was almost lost
in a tantric-like chant.  It had been a long time [`Too long!'
she thought to herself] since she had had her pussy filled with a
cock like Sam's.
     Her whole day had been building up to this moment.  First,
in the shower, playing with her sensitive nipples, then the
quickie-fuck with Robert, changing into garterbelt and stockings,
blowing Sherman, all the flirting, all the kisses and feels at
the bar, and now, this.  This total, filling satisfaction!
     She didn't expect Sam to be a maestro, so she wasn't
surprised when he just plowed that hard monster in and out of her
hungry pussy.  She didn't care -- in fact, she was enjoying the
raunchy fuck in the back of the family stationwagon even more
than she had expected to -- it was exactly the naughty, nasty
fuck she had been fantasizing about for the last few weeks.
     Denied twice earlier in the day, Laurie was quickly building
up to a monumental climax.  She could feel it start in her toes
and in the hair on her head and it was racing to her pussy from
both directions -- and it was going to be spectacular!
     And it was!
     Laurie was transported to someplace beyond.  Sam's big cock
pounded into her again and again and her whole existence focused
on the sensation in her pussy and in her brain.  He was fucking
her soul.
     When she regained semi-consciousness, Laurie wasn't sure how
long she had been coming, but Sam was still plowing away in her
pussy, and another orgasm was, unbelievably, not far away.
     But before she got there, Sam `The Man' began grunting like
an animal as he pumped away in her.  With a loud grunt and a long
hiss of breath, Laurie knew he was coming.
     Sam collapsed on Laurie.  "Sammy good, eh?  You like doin'
it with Sam `The Man?'"
     "Oh, yeah, Sam.  That was good."  Laurie hesitated only an
instant before deciding what to do next.  "You said you live
close by?"
     Sam smiled, "You want more Sammy, eh?  Sure, I live close.
Three minutes."
     Laurie propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Sam
slid his glistening, wet, sheathed cock out of her pink pussy.
Even after coming, its dimensions were still impressive.  Laurie
wasn't ready to call it a day, yet.
     "Do you have rubbers at your place, Sam, or should I stop
and get some?"
     "Sure.  Sure.  I got'em.  Follow me.  We fuck some more."
     Pulling out of the parking lot behind Sam's beat-up old
pick-up, Laurie wasn't sure she was doing the right thing.  But
then, she remembered how that monster-cock had felt planted in
her horny pussy and she picked up the cell-phone and dialed
Robert's number.
     "Hi, honey! ...Yes, the party was very nice.  Listen, would
you mind if I stopped for a drink with some of the girls?  They
want to wish me a fond farewell... Thanks, honey.  Don't forget
Molly... Okay, I love you, too... Bye."
     Laurie giggled as she looked at her steamed-over windows in
her rearview mirror.  [`Sheeze, like two horny teenagers!' she
thought.]
     In only a block or two, Laurie would swear she could feel
her clit tingle, untouched, as she saw Sam signal to turn into
his apartment complex.  [`Christ!' she thought, `I'm still so
fucking horny, I hope the bedroom isn't too far from the front
door!