It was a hot, hot summer this year. For weeks I had been moving sluggishly through the office, trying to get as much work done as possible. I often succumbed to a brief nap on the couch in my office somewhere in the mid-afternoon, and then I would work a little bit later into the evening, as it cooled down. It was about 3:30 and the sun was bearing down on the building. The AC was simply unable to keep up with the rising temperature, and even the drawn shades and a fan didn't do much to relieve the heat. I crawled over to the couch, and found it too hot to lie on, so I opted to bring a pillow down to the floor, and I stretched out on the carpet. I positioned myself so that my feet were near to the fan, and I slid my dress up to my hips. It wasn't long before I fell into a rather deep sleep.

I didn't hear the knock on the door, nor did I hear my boss enter. I think he must have been startled to see me stretched out on the floor, but when he saw my breathing, he figured I was simply napping. I didn't feel him lie down next to me, nor did I feel his hand on my thigh. I later saw him on the security tape, and he was stroking up and down my thighs until he got to my crotch. He pushed his finger into my crotch through the panties. It wasn't yet enough to awaken me. Then he pulled my panties all the way off me, and left them as a heap on the floor. He spread my legs open and positioned the fan so that it was blowing directly on my crotch. I slept on. With both hands, he pulled my legs further apart and began to lick my crotch. Finally, he began to finger my opening with one, two and finally three fingers. I dreamt of having sweet sex with my boyfriend. I finally opened my eyes, preparing to participate in my dream, only to see that the fingers belonged to my boss and not to my boyfriend.

"What are you doing!!!!!!"

"Relax, Bess. This will make you feel better. It is surely too hot to work right now."

"What!!! What do you think you are doing? Get off me!!"

"I think you should relax and enjoy this a bit more than you are. I have some nice ways to cool a girl off, you know."

"Nothing you are doing is cooling me off!"

"Don't you feel the fan?" I had to admit that cool breeze on my genitals was quite delicious. But then I realized that my panties were off and I shrieked.

"Really, Bess, you need to be quiet. Others could hear you screaming and come running in." I sat up but didn't say anything further. He walked out the door and I started to gather myself up, preparing to put my panties on, when he walked back in with an ice bucket, filled to the brim with ice.

"Let me show you a few keeping cool tricks, lady." He took an ice cube and placed it into my mouth. That was cold, but also refreshing. Then he took a few ice cubes and put them in my bra, in between the breasts. That was actually quite nice. I began to relax a bit. Then he pulled something out of my pocket, and grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me and proceeded to tie them together with what I later learned was his handkerchief. With the ice in my mouth, I dared not speak, or I would choke, but I did manage a moan or two.

"Listen, kid, you need to relax. You will enjoy this in the end, I promise!" I doubted that I would, but I tried to remain calm, though my heart was beating like mad. I knew that my boss was a genuinely nice man.

He took a couple more ice cubes and began to insert them into my vagina. Oh, my God, that is sooooooo cold!!! I squeezed them out, and he pushed them right back in. In and out and in and out until they melted.

"Bess, you have to admit that this is cooling you off."

"Yes, sir," was all I could manage. I had to admit that I was getting very turned on. The ice was awakening sensations that I had not expected.

Then he turned me over, so that my bottom was toward his face. This time, when he put another ice cube into my now cooling pussy, he pushed one into my bottom. Straight in! No warning! The cold shot through my whole body and I shivered. But a part of that shiver was pleasure. He pulled me from my hips so that I was now on my knees and I raised myself up on my hands, as well. He pushed my shoulders back down to the floor.

"I like this view much better."

He kept putting in ice cube after ice cube until I was getting quite full from the water in both ends. He stood me up, holding a towel under my nether parts (where did that come from?) and led me into the private (thank God) bathroom in my office. He let me drip over the toilet seat until the water had all run out, and then he washed me off and dried me. He led me back into the office but then he quickly bent me over the sofa arm, and entered my pussy with his hot dick.

"My turn to cool off, Bess!" This wasn't the first time he had entered me. We had a brief fling a few years prior, which we broke off when I met my current beau. I had actually met Ron through my boss, and they were pretty good friends. And my boss was a great fuck, just not always the best boyfriend. Ron was a much nicer person for a relationship. I did really love feeling Terry's dick in my pussy, I had to say ... nice and firm, and his pace was insistent and powerful, as compared to Ron's slower and more quiet sexual activity, which was quite lovely, but another thing altogether. Terry fucked me harder and harder. My crescendo toward a climax was building, and I thought his was too, but then he pulled out and walked across the room. He came back with a few more ice cubes, both for my bottom. Shortly after he had inserted them, he pushed his cock into my ass, slowly but firmly.

"Oh, God, that feels so good!!", he said. I was speechless and I didn't say anything but I panted as he began to fuck my bottom harder and harder. He finally came, and I felt the pulsating of his member deep inside me. I was a mess of sensations. Hot and cold, full and empty, feeling both sad and glad at the same time. He walked away from me and collapsed on the floor by the fan. I pulled myself of the couch, managed to undo the handkerchief around my wrists, went into the bathroom and began to clean myself off, with the coolest water possible. I had just walked back into the office when I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I looked at Terry, who ran into the bathroom, and I looked around the room for what might need straightening.

"It's Ron. Let me in!" I was still trying to straighten everything up, when I heard the door handle jiggle and then I heard the key in the door and Ron burst into the room.

"Why is the door locked?" Ron didn't quite sound mad, but he did seem puzzled.

"I was napping and I didn't want anyone to walk in on me."

"You never leave the door locked." This was true. I didn't remember locking it, and Terry came in somehow, but he must have locked it, knowing what he had in mind.

"What's up, honey?"

"Bess, it is so hot, I thought I would take you out for a swim in the ocean and we could finish our work later this evening, if you don't have any meetings."

"I don't have any meetings. Let's go!" I grabbed his arm and started leading him out the door, when he turned back and looked at something. He let loose of my arm and walked over to the panties that I had hastily kicked underneath the desk. He picked them up, sniffed them (gross!) and looked at me.

"Panties on the floor, a locked door. Who is in here?" Before I could respond, he opened the restroom door to find Terry, still not clothed.

"What the hell?"

Terry was quick to speak up. "I'm sorry, bro. I just came in to give her some advice on how to get cool, and she looked so sexy, lying on the floor, and well ... I really could 't resist."

"You had sex?"

"Well, I have to admit that I took advantage of her vulnerability. She wasn't a particularly eager participant, at least in the beginning."

"She became eager?"

"Honey, you knew that Terry and I had been together before."

"Yes, but I thought that was over. My God! Did you use a condom?"

":No, but don't worry, she won't get pregnant. I came in her ass."

"You fucked her in the ass? She doesn't even let me get near there!!"

"Like I said, she wasn't particularly eager. Dude, I'm sorry. The heat tends to rot my brain a bit."

"Terry, it isn't as though she is my 'property', but my God, we are friends. How did you decide to do something like that?"

"Like I said, I didn't really plan it. She just looked so yummy and I lost my head."

"Well, I don't want your sloppy seconds, and I don't think my girlfriend wants your cum in her ass, either. I want you to clean it out."

"What?"

"I want you to rinse all that nastiness out of her. I don't want to take her anywhere with your junk in her bottom, you got me?"

"Well, how am I going to do that?"

"I'll be right back," Ron said. "Don't either of you dare to leave this room!" He dashed out the door. Terry and I looked at one another and I began to tear up.

"He is so angry! I don't know what is going to happen to us, now!" I started to cry and Terry put his arm around me.

"You know he is such a softie. I don't know what is coming, but I don't expect it will be very bad. Ron could 't hurt a fly, and you know that. And, for what it's worth, I am really sorry I took advantage of you. But I know you enjoyed it, at least part of the time." He went into the bathroom to clean up and put his clothes back on. I sat down at my desk and buried my head in my hands and wept.

It wasn't too much longer until Ron came through the door. He had a couple of bags in his hand, one a plain paper bag of some size, and another black plastic bag with the logo of the nearby adult store.

"Okay,kids. Here's what is going to happy. First of all, Ron, you are going to help me give this girl a good washing out." He went into the bathroom with his paper bag and came out holding a red enema bag with a dildo styled nozzle. My eyes got very large when I saw the nozzle, as I had never seen anything like that before.

"Bess, you need to come in here while I fill this up so that you can see what goes into the bottoms of naughty girls." I followed him into the bathroom. He took a coffee cup, filled it with very warm water, and then took a new bar of Ivory soap from the paper bag and swished it around in the water. When the water was very white and sudsy, he poured it into the enema bag. He did that several more times, until it was puffed up with water and couldn't hold any more. He escorted me out to the couch in the office, told Terry to lock the door, and then he sat down on the couch. He beckoned to me to come near him, and I did. He told Terry to come and hold the bag,and Terry obliged. Then, Ron took me across his lap. He pulled my skirt up (I never did get those panties back on), and he gave me a few hard swats.

"You didn't even have the decency to put your panties on? What the hell, Bess?" He spanked me several more times, alternating cheeks, each one more powerful than the last. Then he reached into the bag, pulled out some latex gloves and some Vaseline.

"I don't even want to touch you where HE touched you until you are cleaned out! I am going to give you a punishment enema, which means you will have to hold this as long as I tell you, no matter how much it hurts." He put on the gloves, grabbed a big glop of Vaseline and rammed it into my bottom.

"Owwww! That hurts!!"

"Tender there, are you? Well, you can expect some more hurting then, I guess. Terry, you will hold the bag as high as you can. In fact, let me hold this for a minute while you get ready. I want you to take off your clothes and I want you to bring that chair over here. Yes, the wooden one." Terry stripped and then brought the chair over. Ron pulled his hand out of my ass and held the bag while Terry got ready.

"Now, stand on the chair and hold the bag. When I tell you, you will lift the bag higher or lower. And your punishment is that you may not touch your dick, which is going to get very, very stiff, I promise you!" Ron handed the bag to Terry, who already was getting a bit stiff. Ron got some more Vaseline and this time he was more tender with my stretched out little rosebud, but then he took the nozzle from the bag and forced it in, not at all slowly.

"Owww!"

"Yes, this is going to hurt you. But you won't forget this day, I promise you. And if you want to continue as my girlfriend, you will treat me with respect, even when I am not around. You got that?"

"Ron, it was all my fault, really. Bess didn't put up a huge fight, but she didn't choose this, either."

"Shut up, and raise that bag up another foot or so." Terry did so, and Ron released the clamp. The water that rushed into me wasn't too hot, but anything remotely warm on a day like this would just bring more sweat and it surely did cause me to be dripping from my entire body.

"Owww! Too much water!" This wasn't my first enema, by any means, but when I gave them to myself, I was much more gentle and the water was much lower so the flow was less rapid. "I'm too full!"

"You are not!. Be quiet and take your punishment!" I could see that the bag was nearly empty, already. When it was empty, I fully expected Ron to pull the nozzle out and let me go to the bathroom, but instead, he pulled me off his lap.

"Okay, now you are going to walk over to that window, and turn around so that everyone can see your bottom, and you will bend over and hold your ankles. Terry, you will go with her, and face your bottom to the window, as well. You will continue to hold the bag up high, so that your arms grow very weary and so that everyone can see that Bess has an enema in her. I am going to sit over here and watch the two of you squirm!"

We walked over to the window and did as Ron instructed.

"Oh, and Terry, you need to open those blinds. Nobody can see a thing with them closed." Terry opened the blinds, his hard on bounding with every movement he made. Every couple of minutes, Ron would instruct Terry to pull the nozzle almost all the way out and then push it back in, several times in a row, fucking my bottom the the nozzle. I was getting very sore and I thought I would explode. Finally, he let me go to the restroom and let all that soapy water out. And soapy it was! It really stung my insides, but I had to admit, it also made me terribly horny. You wouldn't have thought I had just had sex. Terry never lost his hard on, either.

Ron came in, rinsed out the bag, and filled it with warm water. This time, he just made me bend over in the restroom, and he filled me up quick, let me expel, and then filled me again and again until I had run clear for several bags. Finally, he told me that he was not going to fill me any more. He brought me back out to he couch and over his lap again. He got out he Vaseline, but also a few dildos and vibrators form the little black bag.

"Okay, Terry, you are just going to watch, but you may not touch Bess, and you may not touch your erection. I am going to fuck her bottom with these toys, just as much as I want to. Maybe I'll do some other stuff. But you are just going to watch."

"So, Bess, you like it in the butt, do you? Well, no problem, because I like to fuck butts, and yours is especially ripe now!" Ron took our the first of the dildos, which was rather slender, and pressed it very slowly into my bottom and pushed it in as deeply as possible. I let out a moan of great satisfaction and reached to touch my clit.

"Uh, uh, uh! You may not touch yourself, either! Only I can touch you there!" Oh, my God, I was so horny and lo longing for a touch on my clit and something deep in my vagina. Well, I didn't have to wait long. Ron took off the latex gloves, put on a fresh pair, lubed them up with KY and started to penetrate my pussy, very slowly, first with just one finger and then with two, always pulling all the way out and letting the air cool his fingers before he pressed them in again. OMG, I was going crazy from the sensation! My vagina gripped around his fingers, and he chuckled.

"So you like this, then? Alright!" He kept teasing my pussy and my bottom, as he swapped out the dildo for a larger one. He took a vibrator and pressed it into my vagina and held it there, turning the speed up gradually. I started to scream and pant and Ron put his hand across my mouth.

"Remember where you are, Bess." Ron left the dildo and vibrator in me, and then instructed Terry to come over to the couch. He told him to sit down and to not touch himself. He grabbed a condom out of the bag and handed it to Terry.

"Put this on. And don't let that stiffie fade!" Terry looked puzzled, but he did what he was told, very carefully drawing the condom down onto his penis, trying to keep it from exploding. Ron pulled the dildo and vibrator from me, and then led me over to stand in front of Ron.

"Sit on that hard dick!"

"What?"

"I want you to sit on his dick. It isn't going into me, I'll tell you that. Slide it into your pussy and don't move."

It felt quite yummy to have Terry inside me again, but I was shaking from apprehension. Then Ron took another condom, unzipped his pants without unbuttoning the waistband, pulled his very hard penis from inside his clothing, and rolled the condom on. Then, he grabbed some KY and lubed up his penis very thoroughly and also applied a bit more lube to my asshole. Then he pushed his penis into the entrance of my bottom, very carefully, very slowly, and finally, all the way up to his balls. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.

"I can feel you through her body, Terry. God, you have a big penis!!" Then Ron started to fuck me, slowly, but gradually faster and faster. I tried to keep my moans muffled, but my whole body shook with excitement. I was sweating, Ron was sweating, Terry was sweating. You could feel the heat of the day and of these three hot bodies and it was an inferno. Finally, Ron came, followed by Terry. I was on the brink as the boys pulled the now limp members out, so Ron took me across his lap again and swatted my bottom until I was red as a beet and then he rammed a dildo into my bottom and a vibrator into my pussy, with the speed at the top. I came in seconds, and lay limp across his lap.

Wordlessly, we sat, spent from all that activity and heat. Finally, Ron lead us all into the bathroom, turned on the shower and we soaped one another and laughed an giggled, all three of us!

Who could ever have thought such a thing would happen?

Bess