Chapter 50

When she got to Tim and Emma's, Devlin decided she wasn't going to waste any time with social chitchat. Evan wasn't pitching tonight, and she didn't want to listen to the game just to see how Bo did. School was starting on Monday, she was horny, and she wanted to do something about it. A night of sex sounded like a great way to end the summer and start the school term.

After she dropped off a salad in the kitchen she undressed. A lot of women would start the evening wearing something sexy or revealing; an eager smile was all she felt like wearing. The early action usually started in the basement, so she headed there. She found several couples down there, clothed or partially clothed, and dancing to the music on the stereo. It was always slow music that invited a lot of body contact. Devlin slipped in when the music allowed, and after a couple of tunes the man she was dancing with suggested they finish on one of the mattresses along the side of the room.

"Are you sure your wife won't mind?" she asked as she helped him with his pants. His cock popped out and she immediately captured it with her mouth.

"She's on the next mattress," the man replied.

Devlin glanced sideways. The woman on the next mattress was on her hands and knees. The man who was putting it to her had simply flipped her dress up to her waist--she wasn't wearing panties--and plunged right in. From the noises they were making it sounded like they were having fun.

Devlin helped him extract his feet from his pants. She didn't care about his shirt, at least not yet, but his socks had to go. He pushed her onto her back and dropped a few kisses on her tummy. His fingers slipped between her legs, rubbing through her wet folds. She quivered slightly when he brushed her clit; he smiled and began circling that little bud.

She wanted him to touch her harder, she wanted him to take his time, she wanted him to get right to the main course, she wanted... She sighed happily. It had been so long since she'd had these thoughts. There'd been Danny, but that had been in July--she thought it was July, it might have been early August--and she'd been living like a nun in a cloister ever since. It had to have been July, the Rivercats were on the West Coast and she'd been in Houston, and--

She gasped as he bore down with his mouth, flooding her insides with heat. Whenever it was, it had been too long.

She couldn't reach his cock, but he had a nice chest and shoulders, and she'd always found those attractive in a man. She unbuttoned his shirt and began playing with his nipples--hers were being shamefully ignored--scratching at them and running her fingers through his chest hair; so firm, so hard, so powerful, so male.

He kissed her, a brief caress with his lips that left her wanting more, before moving between her legs. She'd wanted a little more foreplay, well, a lot more foreplay--she wanted a man to spend time arousing and getting aroused by her body--but she wasn't going to say no, either. She drew her legs up, encouraging him.

She felt him nudge her opening. She caught her breath as he pushed. He felt so big, clearly a sign she hadn't done this enough lately. A second push--he lodged himself just inside her. He drew back slightly, and pushed harder. She moaned as he opened her up, sliding partway into her with his strength.

He pulled back and thrust once more. This time he got past the tight ring of muscles that guarded her entrance, sliding deeper into her, filling her, filling every empty spot inside her. He stopped only when his balls bumped her bottom and his stomach hit the back of her thighs.

She swallowed, trying to catch her breath. "God, that feels so good," she got out.

"You are so tight! I didn't think I was going to get it in you."

She smiled weakly. Right now speaking was an effort. She wished he'd start moving. He felt hard and hot, but he'd feel better if she got a little action down there. She tried to buck up against him to encourage him.

He seemed to get the idea. He eased back... ever so slowly... and then back into her torrid depths, opening her up even more and rubbing every sensitive nerve in her channel. Another thrust, and she wanted to clamp her legs around him and pull him deep. She let out a moan instead, hoping that he would get the hint.

He adjusted his arms so they were pillars beside her body. The movement stirred him inside her, making her quake.

"Do that again."

He thrust again, giving her a little hitch at the end. "You mean that?"

She clamped down on him. "I mean exactly that."

His eyes widened as he felt her muscles squeezing him. "I've heard about you. You've got the snapper."

"I'm Devlin."

"John. That's my wife Kathy."

She squeezed him again. "Pleased to meet you." She suddenly laughed. "I suppose it would be considered inappropriate to shake hands or something right now."

He laughed, which she felt all through her. "Yeah, I don't think Miss Manners could give us advice on just how we should greet each other at a time like this. But I can do this." He began to move.

At last, Devlin thought. She began to move in counterpoint, rising to meet him, hooking her ankles on his thighs, tightening her legs about him, and trying to draw him even deeper.

Her insides were already boiling. She wasn't sure how long she could last, but she didn't care. She was a girl, she wasn't limited to just a couple of climaxes. And with the way she felt right now, she wanted more, she wanted every one she could get.

He shifted slightly and began moving around a little, thrusting at different angles, rubbing against her in different way, stretching her even farther open. She stared up into his face--he was concentrating, his vision turned inward, enjoying her body. She could feel him tense slightly every time he pushed home, and it sent a ripple of electricity through her. She knew he wanted to bury himself in her and cum, but he was fighting it off. He was trying to prolong this.

She had no inhibitions. She smiled at that thought; when she was at Emma's she really didn't have any inhibitions--and she could feel the familiar rising tension. Her legs were stiffening. She felt hot and hollow at the same time, pressing up into him, wanting more. She was close, real close, but she didn't want this to end. She wanted to go right to the brink and hold there, just on the verge of her release.

He began to move faster, shorter strokes that made her close her eyes, trying to hold on the here and now. She arched up into him, her entire body alive with anticipation. There was nothing but his hardness, his length, and that critical moment that seemed to drag out longer and longer, spiraling her higher, tighter, hotter and...

Everything swept over her in a wild rush. Wave after wave of pleasure filled her, sweeping away all thought. There was nothing but an endless moment of pure feeling.

She came down, as she always did, and as she struggled to regain her senses he moved into overdrive, driving into her as hard and as fast as he could. It sparked something in her, a moment of heat that blossomed in a rush that filled her past all bearing. She dimly felt him slow to a stop, his body jerking as he poured his essence into her.

He collapsed into her arms and together they fought for breath, drifting dazedly in the aftermath of their mutual surrender. Kissing, relaxing, drifting down from that pinnacle of shared pleasure.

"Umm, that was good," she murmured in his ear when she could speak.

He kissed her again, held her for a minute or so, and then finally rolled away. He lay on his back beside her, breathing softly before leaning over on one elbow to give her a kiss.

"I hate to leave," he said, grinning, "but you know how it is."

Devlin grinned. "You men are all alike."

He got up, took the hand of his wife, and they left. Devlin thought of stirring, thought of getting up, thought of just lying there in the pleasant afterglow, but before she could make up her mind another man appeared, one she vaguely recognized.

"You up for another round?"

"I need to clean up," she said as she started to get up.

"I like it sloppy."

"You... like it messy?"

He shrugged. "Call it weird, but it gets me excited."

She glanced at his cock. It was jutting out well above the horizontal. She touched it. It was hard enough to poke holes in things, 'drive nails' as she'd heard someone say.

"As long as you don't mind..." She opened her legs and squinched around to make herself more comfortable.

He knelt beside her, his hands running up her body. He cupped her breasts, explored her thighs, all of the usual things that men did during foreplay. And his erection had all of the things a girl looked for in one: it was thick, hard, long, and promised to be long-lasting. She stroked it lightly, not wanting to get him so excited that he might go off, but wanting to make sure it didn't go down while he explored her.

She needn't have had any fear of that. His touches got a little more focused, his caresses got a little hotter, and his kisses definitely got better. He took her to the edge, holding her there and then finally letting her relax. And then he did it again; she got closer, tighter, and a whole lot hotter. She was breathing in gasps, her insides molten from his caresses. She was well past when any other man would have gone to the next step, trembling on the brink, when he finally positioned himself between her legs.

He rested her ankles on his shoulders, almost bending her in two. But she could stare down her body, seeing the dark head of his cock as he rubbed it through the folds of her sex. She must have said something. He grinned and placed himself against her entrance.

She caught her breath as he entered her, stretching her out, sheathing his hardness in her in one long continuous heated thrust. He pulled back, and she could see his length coated with another man's cum. It was somehow exciting, certainly not what she'd expected. He paused, and then plunged downward, making her whole body shake with his force, and feeling like he was going to drive all of the way through her.

She closed her eyes, leaning back against the pillow. She ran her hands up the pillars of his arms. She was trapped beneath him, beneath his weight, beneath his thrusts, and she couldn't... she couldn't... she could... she trembled, caught right on the edge. He switched to short, hard strokes. It was too much, and all of the heat and tension peaked in one long, timeless moment. She dimly felt his arms tighten and his body stiffen, but then things got hazy, wiped away in wave after wave of pleasure.

When she came back to herself he was behind her, cuddling her to him, his hand on her breast. His chest was rising and falling in time with hers, but he mastered it faster, and soon turned her breaths to gasps as he proved himself up for one more time. She matched him move for move, interested, but momentarily wrung out and not even close to another climax. Then another man pushed his cock against her mouth.

She grabbed it, rubbing his hardness against her before trying to swallow him whole. She felt filled from both ends. There was nothing but the hardness, and the thought swept over her in a rush, driving her out of her mind until her will crumbled and she came in one long, hot rush.

This time, when she regained her senses, she was lying on her back. A different guy was sprawled across her, half asleep. She could still feel him within her, but he was relaxed, and as she stirred he slipped out. Wetness followed, slipping down her bottom.

Devlin sat up and looked around, more than a little dazed by what had happened. Nobody was dancing, though the music was still playing. All six mattresses were in use, some by more than one couple. She was faced with a panorama of bouncing bottoms and boobs. Gasps, moans, giggles, and the distinctive smell of aroused women and spilled semen filled the air. The party was in full swing, and nobody was being left out.

She got to her feet and picked her way across several writhing bodies. All of this activity was getting her worked up again, but at the moment she really needed to pee and clean up. She staggered to the shower--it, too was in use--paused long enough to pin her hair up out of the way, and stood under one of the nozzles. The water felt like needles of heat, nibbling away at her energy and leaving her wanting to curl up and just drift. Instead she went through the motions of cleaning herself. It had been some time since she had let herself go like that. It had been fun, but now with no energy left she was ready to sleep.

She wrapped herself in a towel and went upstairs to the kitchen. She was half-heartedly picking at her fruit salad when Judge Judy walked in. The Judge had cum spattered all through her dark hair, and more was visible on her face, shoulders and breasts. The Judge spread a towel across a chair and eased herself down.

"I need a break," she murmured to Devlin as she relaxed. She shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. "I'm just a little too sensitive down there at the moment."

"I'm a little sore," Devlin confessed. "It looks like somebody got a little carried away. You have it all through your hair."

The Judge sighed and began dabbing at her face and chest with a napkin. "Yeah, this guy is into bukkake. I am, too, at least a little. I didn't realize it until a few minutes ago. I guess you learn something new every day."

"Bukkake? I've heard of it, I think."

"When he climaxes, he shoots it on your face. Some guys get off on that, but I'm not sure why. I think it's a power/humiliation thing with them. He kept calling me slut as he came."

"Yuck. That's a definite turn-off for me. I may act like one at these parties, but that doesn't mean I am one."

"Same here," the Judge said. "A lot of men don't seem to understand that a party like this is where a girl can let the wilder side of her out safely."

"They think we're always that way." She chuckled. "Actually I think they dream that we're always that way." Devlin paused, remembering Vijay and Rani. "Last year I ran into somebody I'd been with at a party, this was while I was having lunch, and he tried to come on to me. He seemed disappointed that I wouldn't put out then and there.""

"What happens here might be the way we are deep down," the Judge said, "but that's not the persona we show the rest of the world. And there are men who don't seem to understand that."

Devlin nodded. The weird fantasies and beliefs men had about women were a constant source of conversation at Emma's, perhaps because there wasn't that veneer of behaving the way society expected you to.

She ate a bit more before she realized she had a marvelous opportunity in front of her. "I was hoping to run into you one of these nights," she said. "I have this trial coming up--"

"Don't come to me for legal advice," the Judge said, interrupting her.

"I'm already getting legal advice," Devlin said. "I'm not the one on trial. No, the thing is I've never been to a trial, though I've seen them on TV, and I was wondering what goes on. What are they really like?"

The Judge nodded. "All right, that I can help you with. Unless you're watching Court TV, most of what you see on television is highly dramatized. A real court is slower and things get a lot more dragged out. What's this one about?"

Devlin summarized the case, including the time she had been doing the bra fitting for the police officers. The Judge reacted when she mentioned Danny.

"You were sleeping with him?"

"At the instigation of his wife."

"His wife?"

"Sue was paralyzed from the waist down, and Danny is, well, you know the story about the 3-balled tomcat? That's Danny. Sue knew I'm... well, I like a good roll in the sheets, otherwise I wouldn't be coming here, and she suggested he and I get together."

"And you did?" Devlin nodded. "That says a lot about trust."

"They were swingers before Sue's accident." She decided not tell the Judge about sleeping with Danny when she was in high school.

"As long as you were of legal age the two of you weren't doing anything illegal or illicit in Illinois. Technically you were committing adultery, but that hasn't been illegal in this state in a couple decades. Are you still seeing each other?"

Devlin explained about the operation, and how, now that Sue was expecting, she was 'filling in' again. "But it'll end after she has the baby. Which is good, I've met a guy I'm getting serious about, and I don't want or need any distractions."

The Judge laughed. "Now I've heard everything. And these guys were stalking you? Are you sure it was you and not Danny?"

"That's what it seemed like. They showed up around me, never around Danny. The police officer who arrested them said that one of the men is a private eye."

Judge Judy nodded. "They get hired for things like this. They're just doing a job. The real question is who hired them to do it. That's what you need to find out."

"Which is what that police officer told me. She told me they'd put them on the stand and force them to testify."

"And if they don't they can face Contempt of Court charges. That's a valid question, and it's not covered by any professional privilege like a doctor-patient relationship is." The Judge folded her hands. "So what is it you want to know?"

"Who does what in a trial? I know the lawyer is supposed to represent you, but why? Why can't you just get up and say your piece."

"Because the law is a lot more complicated than you think, and a lawyer will keep you from stepping in some of the pitfalls you get in the law." She sighed and used the napkin to daub at her chest again. "The whole theory behind a court trial is that you are entitled to confront your accusers and hear the evidence against you. Simple in theory, but we've managed to make things a lot more complicated than that.

"Let's start with the basics: the judge is neutral, though occasionally that isn't possible." She laughed softly. "I have this friend named Frank. He's been on the Superior Court for about 30 years, and last year he drew a criminal trial. It was the first day of jury selection. The day before Frank's daughter had given birth to his first grandchild, and his wife had been in a minor fender-bender while on her way to the hospital. Frank had been up something like 30 hours straight, and he wasn't thinking too clearly. He looked at the bailiff, and said, "Before we get started, are the guilty parties here?" and the two defendants raised their hands. Needless to say, he had to recuse himself."

"Recuse?"

"Dismiss himself and bring in another judge who could be impartial. Anyway, when you get stuck or have questions, the judge can help you. Don't hesitate to ask questions." She looked Devlin up and down. "Do you think you'll have to testify?"

Devlin nodded. "The company lawyer and the police officer both think I'll have to get up on the stand. I don't know if Danny will or not. I don't think so. Like I said, it looks like they were after me."

The Judge pursed her lips. "Stay here. I want to see if somebody I know came here tonight. She usually does, but you never know." She got up and left. She was back in less than a minute with an older woman. "This is Helen Mason. She used to be in the State Attorney General's office. Since she left there she's been teaching in the law school in Champagne, mostly jury selection and things like that. She also presides at the student court."

Helen was an older Miss Clairol blonde with a figure that could stand to lose a few pounds. She was wearing a red teddy and red stockings. She poured herself a glass of juice and settled at the table.

"What's up?"

"Devlin is going to be testifying at a trial," the Judge said, and ran through a brief summary of what Devlin had told her without mentioning Danny by name. "What advice can you give her?"

"Guilty or innocent?" Helen asked.

"The victim. Devlin appears to be the target of an overzealous PI who's been stalking her." She mentioned the PI breaking in on the police officers during a bra fitting, and Helen nodded.

"You probably will have to testify," she told Devlin. "Stand up and drop the towel. I need to see what we're working with."

Devlin stood, turning as she was directed.

"All right, that's enough." Helen looked at the Judge. "My opinion? Lose the boobs, hide the legs, and she shouldn't wear clothes that fit very well. In fact I would suggest you wear clothes that make it look like you have a few extra pounds you're trying to hide. Oh, and do something about the hair. Keep it straight, but get it trimmed a little. Get it cut just before the trial so it'll look freshly styled."

"Any particular reason?" Devlin asked. "The bosom... I can see that. I'd planned on wearing a minimizer bra."

"How small can you make your bust?"

"I can squeeze it down to a C cup. If I try to get it any smaller I have trouble breathing."

"You don't want to pass out while on the stand, and you don't want a breathless voice. That practically reeks of 'sex-bomb', like Marilyn Monroe, and the jurors will pick up on it."

"Why do you want me to wear clothes that don't fit?"

Helen shook her head. "To hide your figure. Make sure the clothes are a nice fabric, but have an open collar with a necklace to draw attention upward. And don't wear anything tucked in that shows off your waist. You want your blouse out as if you're hiding something. And the same with your skirt length. Don't wear slacks, that'll show off your legs and behind. Wear a skirt that comes to the knees, or maybe just a touch more. You have nice legs, but you don't want to show them off. Don't wear patterned hose or anything that'll call attention down there."

"Pretty women protesting their innocence don't get a good reception from most juries," the Judge said. "That's not always true, but in 7 cases out of 10 you'll find it is."

"Wear a moderate heel, too," Helen said. "High heels show off the leg; low heels don't. But don't go for flats, that'll only emphasize that you aren't in heels. I only recommend flats if the woman is tall. Jurors, at least the women, will notice things like that. You look young, but you're a college student, so that's forgivable. Where do you live? A sorority?"

"The dorms."

"Even better. Find a way to have that brought up. You want to come across as a moderately attractive young woman who's going to college, and is the target of some kind. You're not rich, you're not gorgeous or knock-out sexy, and you're doing bra fittings to help pay for college. If you follow that line, and dress like I suggest, you won't have the jury prejudiced against you from the start. You'll have the men intrigued because of the bras, and you'll get some sympathy from the women."

"I thought they were supposed to just judge the testimony," Devlin said, smiling.

"In some ideal world, sure. But you know how we are. We see another woman, and we judge everything about her: her hair, her clothes, her figure, everything. And those judgments color everything we hear her say.

"Now the councilors on the other wide will try to paint you in a different light, if they bring up anything at all. They'll have whatever this PI has found out about you, and they might use it. It depends upon how they structure their defense. They might seek to blacken your reputation, or they might not. It depends upon how much they've found out."