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Show Me

By: Cockatoo



The ugly little plastic gargoyle perched on my computer screen has bright blue eyes now. They used to be beady little black eyes, but I found a bottle of glittery nail polish (don't ask) and fixed them. Much better. Now it'll remind me of what happened yesterday.

I should explain. The gargoyle is part of a nameplate like you'd find on somebody's desk. The nameplate says "Show Me," and it's stuck to the top of my computer monitor with that double-sided sticky foam tape that never comes all the way off when you pull it apart. My ex-boyfriend gave it to me and put it up there to "help me" with my writing. That was before he was my ex, of course. It was also before he decided he was gay and started sleeping with Bryan (I think). But that's another story. I just wanted to make it clear that I wasn't the one who put the stupid thing there. I don't want to take it down because it would leave those ugly little fragments of sticky foam tape. Besides, I guess it was kind of thoughtful of him.

"Show Me." It's the old writer's maxim, you know. Don't "tell" them anything; use words to paint a picture. Simple. I thought I understood it. But then, yesterday, Jonas Lloyd taught me what it really means. Yes, THE Jonas Lloyd. He was HERE on campus yesterday, doing a reading. He was the one who wrote the stories that made me want to be a writer, Period. His work changed my life when I was twelve, and I've never looked back. I've beaten my head against the wall in frustration, I've deleted and torn up hundreds, maybe thousands of pages in the last ten years, I've had panic attacks and self-doubt and I was almost diagnosed with clinical depression once. I told myself I was a fraud and a cheat and that I didn't have any talent. But deep down in my bones, I just didn't believe there was anything else I could be.

So yesterday, I was nervous as hell, and I'd hardly slept at all. I know, he's just a man, like anybody else. He came here in a crowded airplane and probably went to bed tired. He stayed at the Holiday Inn on River Road. He's Normal. He's Human. I knew this in the front of my head, but the back of my head couldn't shake the sense that I was going to be visited by the Great Faerie King, soaring in on a carpet of clouds.

The first glance of him almost dispelled that silly fantasy. He was wearing a beaten-up embroidered blue shirt that was probably as old as I am. His wild gray hair had a slightly yellowish tint, and it had receded past his temples. He had a visible potbelly, too, the way men get when they get old. He was wearing faded jeans and an old hand-tooled leather belt with a big silver buckle set with turquoise. Just another old guy. Breathes the same air as I do. What a relief. Then he looked up at me and the other students, and I saw his eyes.

The Grand Faerie King was back. My body froze, right in mid-sit. You know those geode quartz rocks that they polish mirror-smooth and sell in the nature stores? Jonas Lloyd's blue blue eyes puts those bright, brilliant, intricate crystal formations to shame. His sparkling irises jumped out of his face and grabbed me right where I was. That's probably the only reason I didn't fall on my ass.

After Jerry introduced him, Mr. Lloyd started with a few funny little stories to put everybody at ease. He's been doing this kind of thing for years and years, just touring around and publishing once in a while in the New Yorker or Playboy or something. He's probably told those stories a hundred times over, but he's a storyteller, and he can still make them work. He's like a Santa that hears the same wishes again and again but can still give every single kid a smile that makes them feel special and loved. He talked about his last book, and gave us a reading from a portion of his next one, and then there was a question-and-answer session.

Somebody asked him about Julia in "Abandon Me Not," and he talked for a while about her, then there was a question about his writing process. He says he has to write in the morning for three or four hours, then he has the rest of the day free, but he wished he could do it at night because he likes to sleep in. Somebody else asked where he gets his ideas, and he said he probably didn't have any more ideas than anyone else, he just made a habit of working them out on paper. Ben asked how it feels to have written "Adam's Junkyard," and he said it was funny, because he didn't actually like that particular story too much. He said there were others that he really liked and had high hopes for, but which never went anywhere and weren't accepted by his readers. He said he could never tell what would take off and what wouldn't.

I saw my hand raise itself. He'd been wonderful, and he was very pleasant and good and entertaining, but I could sort of tell that he hadn't said anything he hadn't said lots of times before. He looked right at me, pinning me to the spot, and he said "Yes, Miss?"

"Alison." I heard my voice as though I was at the end of a long tube.

"Alison. What would you like to know?"

"I know this might sound stupid. I don't know how to ask it right."

"I don't know how to answer it until you give me a hint, Alison."

"Okay. I want to know how you do it. What is it that you do? What's your secret? Why are your books and stories so, so Jonas Lloyd-like, and other things just… aren't? I mean, I try and try, some of what I've written is okay, I guess, but… um. How do you make your work so GOOD? I mean, how do you work your Magic?"

He just looked at me and blinked. Twice.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm asking. Forget it. Go on to someone else. I'm sorry."

"No."

"I'm sorry? I didn't mean it. Go on."

"No. You asked the right question. It was in there. Maybe one person in a hundred asks me that one way or another. To tell you the truth, it's one of the reasons I still do seminars like this. I always look forward to hearing it. I've got an answer for you. It's a simple thing. One little trick. Anybody can do it." He sighed and looked at the floor. He shook his head once, and when he looked up, his eyes were shut behind his wire-rimmed glasses. He was wearing glasses? I didn't notice them before. His eyes just totally overpowered them.

"I don't want to just say it. You won't get it that way. It's something you have to learn to do, not just something you hear. Here's a question for you, instead. What makes Kurt Vonnegut a Great Writer? Not good, but Great. Do you know? It's not his subject matter. What kind of a name is 'Killgore Trout,' anyway? Or 'Mary Kathleen O'Looney'? He illustrated 'Breakfast of Champions' with childish doodles of people's assholes, for crying out loud. Take 'Slaughterhouse Five.' Just that one. It's a silly book. Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time. He makes rude jokes about optometrists. He gets abducted by aliens from the planet Tralfamadore and put in their zoo with a porn star. Why on earth is 'Slaughterhouse Five' one of the greatest works of American twentieth century fiction? Anyone?

"It's because he hurts at you. He shows you his scars. That book gives you a painful, embarrassing, awkward look at who he is. He's playful. He's funny. He's obscene. He's ridiculous. And, he gets hurt, and he SHOWS US WHERE it hurts. Of all the people on earth, only he could have written that book, because only he's ever felt precisely that way. And, he's very skilled in communicating those feelings. All good writers are, at the very bottom of it at, exhibitionists. Plain and simple. They reveal themselves to strangers.

"When I write, Alison, I have one rule. Keep it sincere. It doesn't matter what it's about. It could be how I felt when I was seven and a bully pushed me to the ground and I wanted to scream and murder him with my bare hands, while all I could do was lay there and weep. It could be about the look in my wife's eyes the first time I made love to her, the one that made my insides feel like they were lined with fur. It could be about the funny little disapproving way my daughter holds her arms when I tell fart jokes in public around her. But no matter what, I try to squeeze out as much of the awful, ugly, beautiful, wondrous truth as I can, and I don't stop until I start crying. Sometimes it works. Most of the time it doesn't, but I keep trying. Every time I do it, it's hard. It hurts. It takes a lot of courage. Exposing yourself that way is the same thing as standing naked in a room full of strangers, showing off every ugly old sag and wrinkle, and bearing it with pride, dignity, and joy.

"Does that answer your question, Alison?"

"Show Me." My voice, speaking on its own. "That's what it really means, doesn't it?"

"Exactly. Very good. Show yourself. Reveal yourself to your readers. You'll establish a special intimacy with them. But actually doing it is the hard part. You have to be in very close touch with yourself, and you cannot afford to be shy, at all. It's not for everyone."

"It's for me." I stood up. God, what the hell was I doing? If I stopped to think about it… no, I couldn't. No stopping now. I slipped out of my jacket and reached for my buttons. The air felt thick and heavy around me, my fingers were clumsy as sausages, and my vision was starting to blur. All I could hear was the roar of my own blood rushing around in my ears. Six buttons and my shirt was open. There was a tug. Somebody was tugging on me?

"…to do this. Aren't you listening? It's a metaphor. You don't have to do this." It was Pete. Nice guy. Dark hair, funny sideburns, always whining about his ex-girlfriend. He writes love stories and doesn't understand women at all.

"Stop tugging on me, Pete." Off with the shirt. I didn't wear a good bra. It was one of my older ones; serviceable, but maybe a little dingy. Belt buckle next. Belt and zipper. Pete started tugging again. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him. I looked around the room, quickly. Huuuuuuge mistake. Everybody was staring at me. Some of them had left their mouths hanging open. Nobody but Pete had moved or even breathed. Except Jonas Lloyd. He was watching me with a little smile and a gleam in his eye.

"Leave her alone, son. Alison knows what she's doing. Don't you?"

"No," I admitted. "But I think I have to do this. If I don't go through with it, then none of it means anything." Pants open, tugged down. Everybody saw my little white panties. I stepped on the heel of my left shoe with my right foot and kicked it off. Kicking off my right shoe was harder without the other one on, and I almost tripped because my jeans were around my knees. I wriggled my calves out of the wrinkled legs of the jeans and felt stupid, there in my socks and underwear. I was cold. My thighs looked fat. But Jonas Lloyd was looking at me appraisingly, and he was still smiling.

I wasn't done. Naked is naked. I bent over to pick off my socks, and shoved my ass into Pete's face in the process. I didn't really mean to, but he was sitting back there, slack-jawed like the rest of them, right where my ass was pointed. I slid my panties past my hips, then stood up and stepped out of them. I was still actually pretty well covered. During the summers, I shave my bikini area for my bathing suit, but it's all grown out now, and my bush peeks out from under my panties anyway. Nothing left but the bra, so I unhooked it and tossed it onto the pile of my clothes in the chair behind me. I took a step out into the middle of the circle of chairs and fought the urge to try to cover myself with my arms.

A whole year of my life passed, with everyone just sitting there, looking at naked me. Well, okay, it wasn't actually a whole year, I'm sure it was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like for-fucking-EVER. It would have been easier if they were strangers. But there was Pete, and Steve, and Carol. There was that guy who's Dave's buddy. There was Lisa. On and on like that, there were something like thirty-five people there, and I knew most of them from classes and groups and things. I'd even dated Chuck, and he'd gotten pretty much exactly this far with me. But still, nobody said a word.

Jonas Lloyd finally broke the silence.

"How do you feel, Alison?"

"Stupid. Naked. Foolish."

"Good. Now, reveal yourself. Show us."

"Okay." Deep breath. "I don't know what to do." Another one. "This is what I look like naked." Nobody was speaking. Everybody was just staring, like they were waiting for something. "I guess you all probably think I'm crazy. I belong in the psycho ward, taking off all my clothes for no reason. I mean, what's wrong with this girl? If she's really pretty, or if she's a slut, maybe she just wants to show off. Maybe she gets a thrill out of it. But that's not me. You guys know me. I'm nothing special. I have mousy hair and my thighs are fat. My breasts are okay, I guess. I don't really get why guys are so fascinated by breasts. They're just there. They feel good, sure, but so does any other part of me.

"Bryan used to suck on my fingers. I really liked that. I don't know why. I guess it's because I have a lot of nerve endings there, and they all got stimulated at once by his wet mouth and his tongue and his teeth. And he'd kiss the open palm of my hand. That drove me crazy. I could close my eyes and it was like the rest of my body didn't even exist, I could just feel his face in my hand. That was marvelous. But when a guy goes right for my tits and starts making snuffling noises, that's kind of a turn-off. It's not like I've got the best tits in the world, either. They're just B cups. Sometimes a C is more comfortable, though, it depends on what I'm wearing. I think of them as B-plus. I've never said that out loud before. B-plus. They grew out all at once, when I was thirteen, and if you pull on them like this, here, you can still see where there were stretch marks. They've mostly faded, but they used to be really red and ugly, like big scars. I hated them when I got them. I wanted to be flat again, like a boy. I wanted my breasts to go away like they'd never happened. I didn't know I'd get stretch marks. Even now, I'm sensitive about it and I usually get naked with a guy only if the lights are dim. It makes me not want to have a baby, if I'm going to get stretch marks on my belly.

"I think my belly looks fat sometimes. Not all the time. It curves out a little, and if I'm wearing tight jeans that pinch, sometimes it makes me go to the bathroom more often than I usually do. When I open up the jeans to go pee, my belly sags out a little and it feels sooooo good. I hate to pack it back in there. But sometimes I feel like a belly is supposed to look like this, and I'm happy with it. I was thinking of getting my belly button pierced, but I'm scared to. I mean, I can deal with it hurting, 'cause I got my ears pierced, but I know this girl Laura, and her navel piercing got all infected and red and gross. There was pus. I mean, no. I'm not gonna do anything that might make pus.

"I have a scar on my belly, too. This is where I got my appendix out when I was fifteen. It's still pretty clear. You can't usually see it even when I wear a bathing suit because it's down pretty low under my waistline. I didn't know my appendix would be that low down. It hurt a lot, and I was sore for weeks. I was really scared to get the operation. They got me naked and on a cold steel table, I was wearing this paper gown and all, but I knew that when they got me all unconscious on the drugs that they'd take the gown away so they could cut me open. I felt like a piece of meat in somebody's kitchen.

I have other scars. This one on my shin is where I fell off my bike when I was ten. I cried but my mom gave me juice as she cleaned it off and bandaged me up and it wasn't so bad after all. I have one here on my heel, from when I stepped on a piece of glass on the beach. And here, I broke a bone in my other foot once when I dropped a cinder block on it. It hurt like a bitch, worse than anything. It didn't leave much of a scar, but sometimes it feels kind of funny when there's a thunderstorm coming. I learned the name of the bones in your foot from that. They're called "metatarsals." I'd never have known that if I hadn't broken one of them. But breaking it wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that I didn't get to run and play much that summer. I didn't even get to swim. I had to take baths with a trash bag wrapped around my foot. That was almost the worst part. I needed to run around and play in the sun. That's why I still do, whenever I can. I love the sun.

Once one of my girlfriends asked me how I can go around in a little bikini all the time, and don't I get embarrassed? Well, yeah, I do. Sometimes I don't feel pretty, I feel fat and stupid, and naked, but that's not important. I just have to suck it up and try to forget about it, the same way I suck in my belly, because I love the sun and I don't ever want to sit inside like I've got a broken foot. But sometimes it's still hard. I mean, I feel like everyone's looking at me, and the girls hate me and the boys are thinking rude things about what they'd want to do with me. I mean, they're not THAT skimpy, they're sometimes string bikinis, but I won't wear a thong. A thong would make my ass look too big. I don't want everybody staring at my ass. Besides, sometimes I don't shave right and some of my, um."

I guess I'd stopped. This was getting a lot more personal than I'd planned. But, shit, that's the point, isn't it? Time to draw a breath and keep going. This was REAL. I had to keep my eyes closed, though.

"My pubic hair. Sorry. If I don't shave right, it sticks out from under my bikini. I got one of those wax jobs done once, but it hurt like a bitch, and it was expensive, and it made me all puffy and sensitive and red. So I don't do that anymore. But shaving is a real pain, because I have to do it every day or it gets all stubbly and itchy, and sometimes it irritates my skin and I'm afraid of cutting myself. So I only do it in the summertime and now I'm all hairy. Sorry if you think that's gross. I like having my hair because it's more comfortable and it, um."

Oh, god. Don't think about it, Alison, just say it. Right?

"You know, my little lips dangle down. See? My hair helps cover them up. I've seen the pictures of girls in those magazines, and I think I'm weird that my little lips hang down that far. Most girls' vulvas contain themselves pretty well, and they just look like little slits when they're closed. Like a little front-bottom. But I look like I've left my tongue sticking out just a little. I hate it. My gynecologist says it's perfectly normal, and I guess he would know, but still, I don't like it. But I mean, I don't really think that the girls in the magazines are good standards for women to hold themselves up to anyway. Their bodies aren't normal, so why should I feel any different about comparing my vagina to theirs? But I do. That's another reason I get naked with the lights out. The guys wouldn't think it's weird if all they can do is feel it, because then it's supposed to be all… out. Right?

"Um. Do you guys think I'm fat?"

I don't remember when I'd started crying, but my face was all wet. When I stopped talking, my breath caught up to me and it turned into sobs that made my body jerk up and down. I could feel my breasts wobbling as I cried and I knew I must look like a freak. God, what had I done? They're going to lock me up for this, for indecent exposure, for creating a disturbance, for being a crazy naked insecure bitch that doesn't deserve to run around loose. When I opened my eyes again, nobody had said anything. They were just watching me cry, like it was part of what I was saying to them. Maybe it was. But I was tired of being alone in front of them.

"Somebody touch me, please. Hold me."

That guy Pete stood up and put his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head, they way you'd kiss a child. He didn't let go. He was hugging me high, around my shoulders, and he kept his hands balled up into little fists, like he was afraid of touching my skin. He didn't try to cop a feel or anything.


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"... and a large buttered popcorn." He finishes ordering, turns to me and asks, "Anything else?" 

"Chocolate," I answer, pointing to the box of nonpareils in the glass case. 

"Little bedazzled nipples," I whisper in his ear.

His snort of laughter startles the clerk who smiles nervously as she completes our order.

Gathering up our snacks, we head to the corridor behind the concession stand, walk down the dark hall and find the door.

"Here okay?" he asks, pausing at a short row of seats tucked away in the very back of the room. Judging from their boisterous behavior, the handful of people scattered right in front of the screen are college students already well on their way to celebrating the weekend. It's isolated where we're sitting, no one within a dozen rows. 

The room darkens and the familiar fanfare of the previews begins. We nibble on our snacks and talk quietly, our voices unheard in the din of rock music and sound effects blasting from the speakers mounted on the wall. Our talk turns to movies and first dates.

He smiles at me in the darkness and whispers, "Just about now is when I'd make my move". He yawns exaggeratedly and stretches, his arm moving around and resting on my shoulder. 

"Right about now is when I'd begin wondering if he was going to kiss me," I murmur. 

"I'd certainly want to," he replies, pulling me closer to him as the theatre dims and the movie credits roll across the screen. 

"Oh, yes," I say as our lips meet.

We kiss. Lightly, gently at first, our lips barely grazing each other, then longer and deeper. Kisses as sweet, as enticing as dark chocolate, tongues sliding into open mouths, first tentatively, just tasting, then more insistently. Dancing and tangling. We kiss until the characters on the screen are just a blur. The movie theatre fades away and the whole world is just the two of us, mouths together, bodies yearning for more and more. We kiss until we are out of breath and break apart gasping, panting, sucking in air. 

He drags kisses across my cheek and down the side of my neck. Gentle nibbling little kisses, changing into licking, his mouth on me sucking lightly the sensation of his lips right there sends shivers and desire deep into my core. 

I whisper into the darkness, "Suck harder. I want you to leave your mark on me." 

I lean my head back offering my neck to him. His mouth sucks and I moan, feeling his fingers touching my lips, reminding me to be quiet. I suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting salt and butter but wanting to taste him.

There's a noise behind us and we pull apart. The door to the lobby bangs open and a wedge of light illuminates the seats next to us but we remain cocooned in our darkness. He pulls me tight, playing with my hair and caressing the skin of my neck, his hand gliding down until he brushes the top swell of my breast. I can feel the heat of his touch as he edges first one finger then another into the neckline of my top. 

"I wish I was touching your bare breast," he whispers in my ear. 

"Oh, so do I," I whisper back and I guide his hands to the buttons. 

"You do it. I want to watch you undress for me." He gently turns me in the seat so I'm shielded from view and so he can watch me. 

I feel the heat of my blush, and my arousal, as I unbutton the first button. His fingers follow mine, stroking each little portion of skin as it's uncovered. He pushes the edges of my sweater aside and pins them under my arms leaving me clad only in a very sheer lacy camisole. I know he is looking at me.

My nipples harden. His fingers caress my bare skin and I feel them harden even more, dark pink as they brush against the lace. An inch or so more and he touches my nipples through the camisole. Almost imperceptibly at first, his fingers rub them in light circles. 

Oh, it feels so good, but I want more. I want him to touch my breasts, to play with my nipples, to take them into his mouth. I take the edges of the camisole and pull lightly. The laces stretches and my bare breasts are free to be touched. His hands cup my exposed breasts, thumbs playing across oh so hard nipples. I arch my back under his touch. He strokes and caresses and tugs and tweaks until I feel myself melting, cream pooling deep in my core. 

"Touch yourself." I hear him murmur as his mouth sucks in my earlobe. My hands move from my sides and towards my breasts. His quiet voice stops me.

"Not there. Your pussy. I want to fondle your breasts while you stroke yourself. I want to feel your nipples form into buds as you finger your clit. I want to suck the juices off your fingers. No. Off your nipples after you rub them on your nipples. "

I'm so turned on by his words. His hands. His mouth. With trembling fingers I gather up my skirt and reach my hand under the hem. 

"Your panties," he says softly, "what color are they?" 

"Who says I'm wearing panties?" I whisper back. 

His hands stop for a moment on my breasts.

"No panties? Yum." 

"Well, I am wearing them right now. They're violet, by the way, but in one more minute they're going to be off." I lift off from the seat and tug my panties off. I brush his mouth and then his fingers with them and drop them into his lap. 

"Now they're all yours." My fingers move idly up and down his leg, edging ever closer to his fly and the erection I see pressing against it. Reaching the junction of his thighs, I stroke lightly, caressing him through the faded denim. He shifts in the seat, legs opening as my fingers brush his cock. 

My other hand brushes my curls under my skirt, a finger sliding deeper and deeper and finding the little pearl hidden there. It's so swollen and so sensitive. Those kisses and that touch, his hands on my breasts have me so turned on. I look up into his face. His eyes slide from my face to his hand on my breast, to my hand beneath my skirt as I pleasure myself and then back into my eyes. 

"Show me, lover. Show me what you when you think of me when you're all alone. Show me." 

His hand stills on my breast and then is gone. I shiver in the air conditioning, cold without the warmth of his hand. I hear a faint rustle of clothing and a quiet pop, pop, pop as the buttons of his jeans are undone one by one. 

I can see his cock silhouetted in the flickering light of the movie and watch in rapt attention as he strokes himself. My fingers pull my skirt up to the very top of my thighs until I am as exposed to his gaze as he is to mine. I slide into the warm wet hidden by my now damp curls. I gather the dewy juices and slide them over my clit. I rub that little pearl in slow languid circles. My eyes are fixed on him, watching as he pumps his cock.

I pull out my fingers dripping with cream. I reach over and caress the head of his cock. Covering my hand with his, he strokes his cock. His hard cock, warm velvety soft cock under my fist, his hand surrounding mine.

I hear his voice, barely a whisper in my ear as he sucks my neck.

"Spread your legs. Open yourself to me." 

I comply, easing around until I'm almost facing him. His hand leaves mine and strokes my inner thighs. Feathery light touches with those work-hardened hands, edging ever-closer to my pussy. Tilting my hips to meet those fingers, I yearn for his touch. He continues to draw exquisite figures, barely perceptible, but I know precisely where those hands are. One hand caresses my breasts, first one then another, fingers rubbing circles around the aureola, thumbs rubbing back and forth across my nipples. Oh, and that other hand! Fingertips brushing the very edge of my curls around my labia and then back off. Again and again staying just a little longer each time, getting just a little closer to my clit. My whole body tingles and throbs. I ache for his touch, his fingers deep inside me, pleasuring my clit. Pleasuring me. 

I follow the rhythm he sets as I pump his cock. With trembling fingers I guide it over the head. I trace the veins with one finger, twirling it around and around and dip a finger into his jeans to caress his balls. 

"Harder." My fist tightens around his cock and I speed up the rhythm. 

"More," I reply and he complies. His hand cups my pussy. His fingers slide inside, first one, then another and then finally one more. His thumb brushes across my clit as he fucks me with his hand.

I tilt up my hips and rise to meet his hand. I rock back and forth, wishing those fingers were his cock buried deep inside me. "You're so wet, so hot," he says. "I bet you taste so sweet right now."

"Taste me," I whisper and gently tug his hand away from my pussy. I want him to keep fucking my pussy, but the thought of the taste of me on his lips sends little shivers through me. 

I watch as he rubs his fingers over his mouth and then licks his lips. He leans over and kisses me, my taste mingled with the taste of buttered popcorn. 

"Yes, so very sweet and so very hot," he says as he returns his hand to my pussy. His thumbs flick across taut pink buds, my nipples with one hand, my clit with the other. My free hand slides under his shirt and I brush my fingers across his nipples. They harden instantly under my touch as my hand around his cock moves faster now. 

"I'm gonna cum," we say, almost in unison. My hand brushes against my panties still on his lap and I sheathe his cock, my hand still stroking it, with them. One last flurry of movement, fingers sliding into wet silk, fingers fisted around velvet-wrapped steel and I feel the first tingles of my orgasm. He groans and he pumps his cock into my hand. 

"Now," he groans and I can feel the heat of his cum spurting over my hand. The scent of his cum fills my senses and now it's my turn to taste him. Leaving my panties draped over his cock, I raise my fingers to my lips. My tongue darts out and I lick a drop of his cum from their tips. 

"That's so hot," he says. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me."

"Yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," I whimper as my body shudders and shivers and shakes with my orgasm. His fingers continue to play over my pussy and my clit as wave after wave washes over me. At last the touch of his hand feels more pain than pleasure and I rest my hand on his. He stops and I can feel my pussy pulsating against his palm.

Our bodies are satiated and we are still for a moment as we catch our breath. He cleans up a bit with my panties and tucks them into his pocket with a smile. I smooth my skirt back down over my thighs and re-button my sweater with shaking fingers. 

Just in time, too, as the music rises to a crescendo and the credits finish rolling. We both blink in the glare of the house lights. The rest of the audience makes its way up the aisle, laughing and talking and discussing the movie. We gather up our things and follow them, smiling at the usher as he begins sweeping the aisle.

"I hear there's a double feature tomorrow night," I say as he opens the door onto a warm summer night. 

"Oh?" he replies as we cross the parking lot. 

"Yes, and I have new lingerie," I grin up at him as he unlocks the car. 

"In that case, it's a date." 

"Yum."

The end.

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Andrew is the name. I'm eighteen and in my final year at school. I'm what you might call average. Average looks, average personality, average intelligence, just plain average, or so I consider myself. Others have different impressions. My parents think I'm Mr Perfect, teachers give me the impression that they think I'm a fool who asks too many questions, girls consider me a non-entity. 

There is one way that I'm above average but I tend to hide this fact. Basically, I have a big dick. Not noticeable in a standard situation but, when erect, god help me if anyone knows. I'd be ribbed mercilessly at school. Unfortunately, no young ladies have yet been in a position to appreciate my hidden talent, but one of these days.

I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the school bus. I was the only one there until a couple of girls who are in one of my classes rolled up. Katherine and Jennifer. More colloquially known as Kat and Jenny. Nice enough girls, my age, but not interested in me. Both on the very pretty side but at my age any girl is pretty unless she's got a moustache bigger than my father's.

Both girls were wearing the school uniform which is a pretty drab thing. As they walked up to the bus stop the hemline of their skirts were swishing modestly around their knees. Once at the bus stop that changed. They started hitching up their skirts, rolling them up at the waist, drawing the hems up about mid-thigh.

This had both a positive and negative impact on me. I heartily approved of the display of legs but, and it was a big but, my old fella also approved and was rising to the occasion. I could feel my trousers starting to bulge in front and desperately willed the bulge to subside, which it did. A little bit, anyway.

I'd been concentrating so fiercely on persuading my bulge to un-bulge that I hadn't noticed the girls noticing. The girls were giggling and throwing little glances my way and I could feel the bulge starting to re form. More concentration and more giggling as the girls spotted the movement.

All would have been well if they'd left it at giggling. Kat didn't. She turned slightly away from me and made a production of bending over to buff a mark off her shoe, her shortened skirt riding up to flash her panties at me. Just like that the bulge doubled in size. Then Jenny got into the act. She dropped her bag at her feet and bent over it. No panties this time, as she was facing me. She must have slipped a button undone, though, because I saw some sizable cleavage, and I had a raging hard-on, fortunately confined by my trousers.

There were more glances from the girls, accompanied by more giggles, while I stood there with a red face, sweating blood. The giggling stopped and I heard Kat say something, sounding slightly puzzled. Jenny replied, whatever she was saying seemed to be expressing doubt. The next thing both girls were standing in front of me, considering me.

"Andrew, isn't it?" asked Kat and I acknowledged that she had my name right.

"Yes, well, Andrew, I was slightly puzzled over something and thought I should check. Please excuse me."

I'm thinking, excuse you for what, and I abruptly found out. The rotten bitch calmly reached for, and took hold of my erection through my trousers, actually moving it about so that it stood up straight, or as straight as it could get in a co9nfinerd area. 

"I was right," Kat said to Jenny. "Check for yourself."

With that another little hand was groping me through my trousers.

The girls stopped groping me and they both stood there looking at me.

"So, Andrew, just how big is it when free?" asked Kat.

"Never mind," I said hoarsely, face hotter than ever.

"But we do mind, don't we, Jenny," said Kat. "I'll tell you what. We'll play that old game we used to play as kids. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"You have got to be kidding," I said, feeling slightly stunned. "In case you hadn't noticed we're standing in a public bus stop."

"So what? No-one can see what we're doing." 

The girls looked at each other, smirked, and sat down on the bus-stop bench. A bit of wriggling and two pairs of panties were being stuffed into jacket pockets. The girls bounced back to their feet, blushing slightly, and forced me to sit down. It's easy for a girl to force a boy to do something. She just has to shove him around and he either obeys or runs away screaming. I obeyed and sat there looking like a stunned mullet, the girls facing me, and they lifted up the front of their skirts.

I'd never really considered the subject but now I knew that young ladies start shaving when they're eighteen. Two gleaming white pussies were facing me and I could see every detail of them. The girls held their pose for a good minute before dropping their skirts back into place.

"Your turn," said Kat, smiling.

I just sat there thinking this isn't happening, and wondering if I should panic now or later. It turned out that neither Kat nor Jenny had any patience.

"He's shy," announced Jenny. "We'll have to help him."

With that the girls sat down either side of me and unzipped me. I was trying to push their hands away, not too desperately, but trying, and they just slapped at my hands and continued their dirty work. As soon as I was unzipped Kat reached in and yanked my undies down out of the way and my erection sprang into sight for all to see. 

"Wow. Impressive. I was right," said Kat. 

Apparently they'd been trying to assess my size through my trousers. I hadn't realised girls did that sort of thing but now that I think about it, why not? We try to see through their clothes. 

"Well, now that you've seen, can I put it away?" I asked. "We are in a public place. Easy for you two. All you've got to do is keep your skirts down. I have to tuck a complete package away."

"Well," said Jenny with a giggle. "That'll be easier if it's smaller."

Her hand glommed onto my cock and started stroking. Not to be left out, Kat did the same, and two hot little hands were exploring and rubbing to the accompaniment of a series of giggles. 

It didn't seem to me that they were doing anything to make my cock smaller. If anything it felt as though it was growing in size. They kept busily at it, even though I warned them they were playing with fire.

"You do know the damn thing is loaded and likely to go off," I pointed out rather acidly.

"We're counting on it," said Kat, sounding quite happy at the prospect. "Just warn us so we can get out of the line of fire."

All eighteen year old boys are horny and ready to fire off at a moment's notice. Why would I be any different? A minute or so later I gave the girls their warning and they moved discretely to either side, not stopping with their gentle administrations. Then they were holding a firehose that was operating in fits and starts to the sound of muted applause from the audience.

For all their care the girls acquired sticky hands. Jenny crouched down and dived into her school bag, apparently forgetting her pantiless state, displaying everything. She then remembered and stood up hastily, blushing as she realised just how much she'd been showing. She handed Kat some wet tissues and wiped her own hands with a couple. 

I was fine with the girls wiping their hands. I wasn't quite so fine with Jenny dropping a wet tissue over my erection (Yes. It was still standing tall.) and wiping it down, especially as she seemed to think that the head needed to be polished.

"Bus," I muttered somewhat desperately, and the girls looked up to see the bus approaching. It was almost laughable at the way they hastily sat down and wriggled into their panties. Trouble is it's hard to laugh when you're frantically stuffing a hard-on back inside your undies and trying to zip up. 

I got onto the bus with my bag held conveniently in front of my crotch. The girls got on and sat down with some friends, all talking away nineteen to the dozen. All I could hope for was that they weren't talking about me.

None of the girls seemed to look at me any differently and I didn't hear any sniggering from amongst the boys so I was willing to assume that Kat and Jenny had kept their mouths shut. I guess they had to, really. Wouldn't do much for their reputation it was known they'd jumped me and given me a hand-job at the bus-stop. I put the whole think behind me, chalking it up as an interesting experience.

The memories came surging back when I got off the bus on the way home. I don't know where Kat was but Jenny was on the same bus, sitting up the front. She got off and I followed her off. I don't think she'd actually spotted me, heading on down the street with a spring in her step and a bounce to her bottom. 

I lived quite near the bus-stop. Just down the street a little way. Jenny was going to be walking right past my place as she wended her way home. I picked up my pace slightly, catching up with her just as she was passing the driveway to my place. Both my parents would be at work for a couple of hours yet and I'd have the house to myself.

The memory of the morning actually gave my self-confidence a real kick-start. I put my arm around Jenny's waist and tugged slightly, steering her into my driveway. She gave me a startled look, blushed, and walked down the drive with me.

"I wanted to finish discussing that subject you and Kat raised this morning," I told her, "but somewhere it's a little more private."

She was dithering a little but followed me into the house.

"Forget the 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' stuff," I said. "You and Kat had a chance to make a very searching examination of mine. I think that it only fair that I have the same privilege extended to me."

"Oh, come on," Jenny protested. "You don't really think I'm going to whip off my panties and let you touch me up, do you?"

"That's precisely what I think as far as it goes," I said.

"What do you mean, as far as it goes?" she asked cautiously.

"Just that there's a little more involved than that. I'm hazarding a guess here from the way you handled me this morning that the pair of you aren't virgins."

"None of your business," she snapped.

"Mm. I didn't think you were. Unfortunately, I am, and I thought you'd be the ideal person to initiate me and show me what to do."

"You're mad. I didn't say I wasn't a virgin and even if I wasn't that doesn't mean I'd do it with you."

"If you were still a virgin you'd have said so in a deeply insulted tone. The fact that you didn't tends to say non-virgin. What makes me think you'll do it with me was that you were rather fascinated by what I've got and I could see you were itching to try it out. Now you'll be able to."

She was giving me nasty looks but she was also not trying to leave. Despite herself, she was interested.

"Why pick on me? Why not try Kat?"

"You were here. Kat wasn't. I can assure you, I'll be doing my best to catch Kat sometime in the near future. I'd just as soon you don't tell her that you've initiated me as I want to use the same line on her. I suspect that she'll get a real kick out of showing me what to do."

Jenny blushed. "You'd lie to her and use the same line even if you're no longer a virgin?"

"Like a shot if it's going to get me laid a second time," I said cheerfully.

"Yes, well, I haven't said that I was going to initiate you, anyway."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about deciding right now," I said agreeably. "First things first."

I reached over and took her school bag off her and tossed it on the table. 

"Here, hold this for a minute," I told her, lifting up the hem of her skirt. Like an idiot she promptly clutched hold of it, leaving my hands free to lower her panties, leaving her pussy on display for the second time that day. (Third time actually. I hadn't forgotten that second accidental flash from the morning.) She squealed and let go her skirt but it was a little late. 

I tapped on her ankles to make her lift her feet and slid the panties right off, tucking them in her jacket pocket.

"Come on," I coaxed, hand on her back and gently pressing. "We'll be more comfortable sitting down."

I steered her down and into my bedroom, though she did falter a little when she saw the bed. 

"Don't worry. I'm not going to force you. Bit hard to force someone when you've only got a hazy idea of how to go about it."

Actually, I had a pretty good idea of how the different pieces fitted together but I wanted her owning the action. She could hardly complain if she's the one showing me what to do.

I sat down on my bed, pulling her towards me so she was facing me. My hands slid under her skirt and up, my hands on her bare bottom, cupping her cheeks.

"Did you know I'm a firm believer in discipline?" I asked her, and she shook her head, having no idea what I was on about.

"Well, I am, and what you and Kat did this morning was a dirty trick and you need to be disciplined for it. Seeing I have you here I might as well go on and do precisely that."

"What? You liked what we did this morning. You were enormous."

"It was humiliating," I protested. "I felt so cheap and used. No, discipline is what is called for."

"Cheap and used my eye," she snapped. "You were in the mood to bend us over the bench and try to take us both at the same time. If the bus hadn't come along you probably would have."

"Not at the same time," I pointed out. "I only have the equipment for one at a time." 

"The hell you have. You've got enough there for two. I saw it, remember."

Ah, flattery. Don't you just love it?

"Just what do you mean by discipline, anyway?" she asked.

"Oh, for a first offence I think a small spanking will suffice. The fewer the clothes, the smaller the spanking. Do you want me to help you get undressed?"

As I asked that question I started tugging her blouse out from her skirt.

"I can do it," she snapped, slapping my hands away, and then looked dismayed at what she'd just agreed to. I deliberately didn't notice the look on her face, just gesturing to show that I'd keep my hands off while she undressed.

I'll admit that I was a little surprised when she started to undress. She was chewing on her lip a little, but going ahead with it. Not that she had much to take off. Jacket, blouse, bra and skirt and she was done. The jacket and blouse she had no real problems with. Oddly enough she only hesitated for a minute before unclipping her skirt and letting that drop. Where she did seem reluctant was undoing her bra. Possibly because her breasts would then be so prominently on display. Still, after dithering for a few more moments it came off, leaving her nice and nude.

I let her see the appreciation I felt. She really did have a nice body. I stood up and started undoing my trousers.

"Ah, what are you doing?" she muttered. "I have not agreed to have sex with you and you know it."

"That's OK. I just felt that while you're being mercilessly spanked you would probably need something to hang on to."

"Arrogant pig," she snorted. "I haven't even agreed to be spanked. A little touching, maybe, but that's all."

"A little touching?" I asked. "Like this?"

I pulled her face down over my knee, cock pressing against her side, and ran my hands over her bottom, sliding it down to go probing at the space at the top of her legs, exploring finger prodding at some very soft flesh there. She gasped and squirmed a bit and I explored a bit more. Deliberately or accidentally, her legs drifted further apart. I didn't care which. I just cared that I now had more room to explore. Female flesh, I found, was fascinating.

Seeing I only needed one hand to slip between her legs my other hand just naturally sought out her breast and started stroking it. Jenny was wriggling a little but not trying to interfere with my wandering hands.

"OK," I announced. "Preliminaries are over. Spanking time."

I brought my hand down sharply on her bottom, noisy, but not overly hurtful. Jenny squealed and protested, pointing out that she'd never agreed to a spanking.

"Well, no," I admitted, "but how often does the spankee agree to be spanked? It would be silly to wait around for permission that just isn't going to come. It's far easier to spank away and apologise afterwards if it was the wrong thing to do."

While explaining this fine piece of logic I continued dropping some spanks onto her bottom. Not just her bottom, either. She had a fine fat pussy with nice plump lips, lips that it wouldn't hurt to have slapped a little. 

I started to drop a few more spanks to her pussy on a fairly regular basis, making sure I was rubbing her breast every time a spank landed there. Dividing her attention and confusing her.

Jenny was squirming and squealing and making little protest, but she was also staying right there where I'd positioned her. I know she was getting aroused by the action as I'll swear that the last spank to her mound splashed, she was so wet. 

I paused in the various spanks and squeezes and general touching and poking to take hold of Jenny's hand. I moved it between our bodies and she promptly closed it over my erection.

I wanted to say I told you so but felt it might be dangerous. After all, she did have a firm hold on my cock. Who knew what damage she could do if I annoyed her? I kept my mouth shut and carried on spanking.

At least, I carried on doing something. The spanks decreased and the pussy touching and probing increased, my fingers wandering inside, sensing her reactions to the way I touched her. At the same time her hand was squeezing and relaxing against my cock, and it was getting harder by the second.

Any harder, I decided, and my cock would snap. I suddenly stood, lifting her up, turned and dropped her on the bed. Before she'd finished bouncing I was on the bed with her, kneeling between her parted thighs, my cock resting on her lower tummy.

She hesitated for a fraction of a split-second before coming to a decision. 

"All right," she said, trying to sound resigned and only sounding eager. "Go ahead and do it."

"Do what?" I asked. "I'm the virgin, remember. You're supposed to be showing me."

"You're kidding," she said in a very small voice.

I shook my head, waiting. This I figured was a brand new situation to her. I was pretty sure she wasn't a virgin BUT I was also damned sure she didn't have much experience. She was desperately trying to work out what to do without making herself look silly.

She finally made a move. A hand slipped between her legs and eased her lips apart. Her other hand caught hold of my cock and dragged it down until it was pressing between her lips.

"Push," she said in a small voice. "Just remember there's a lot of you so you'll have to push very slowly to give me time to adjust."

I had actually decided that myself. I knew my sex education, and knew she'd have to stretch to accommodate me. It was my intention to screw her, not hurt her. I followed her dictate and pushed, gently.

Oh man, it was marvellous. She was tight and slippery, her body seeming to wrap around my cock as I moved in. As instructed I moved slowly, drilling deeper and deeper, feeling her pressing up against me, taking me in.

Jenny was making funny little noises as I kept coming. Fortunately, they seemed to be eager little noises, not horrified ones. One last little push and I was home. Jenny was looking up at me with an odd look on her face.

"Oh my god," she said. "I don't believe this. I seriously didn't think it would fit."

"Uh-huh," I drawled. "Um, I'm waiting for more instructions, coach. What do I do now?"

"Don't you give me that," she yelled. "You know damn well what to do now."

I must humbly admit that I did. Anyone who has the internet will have found out what to do - probably from an early age. I smiled at her and started doing it. Slowly. Very slowly.

It was an interesting and exhilarating experience feeling her passage clinging to me and sliding over me as I moved slowly back and forth. Also frustrating, as my cock was already yelling for more speed. I ignored it, ploughing steadily on.




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Jenny stood it for about thirty seconds then had a go at me.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" she demanded, sounding hot and bothered.

"What you told me to," I said innocently. "Moving very slowly so you have time to adjust."

I didn't know, and could scarcely believe, that Jenny knew the sort of language she promptly used on me. The gist of what she had to say was that if I didn't start doing this properly she was going to feed me a delicate part of my anatomy, after tearing it out by the roots.

She said another rude word when I laughed at her, but moved with me as I started to pay proper attention to what I was doing. I was now driving in a lot harder, where harder automatically meant faster, and Jenny was now cheering me on with her surprising command of naughty language.

It was probably a good job that the girls had played with me that morning. The unexpected release meant I wasn't quite at my normal pitch of absolute horniness (typical man in other words) and was able to pace myself a little. Instead of just going hell for leather in an attempt to get my rocks off I was able to pace myself, drawing out the experience.

And quite an experience it was. First time with a young lady and I was going for gold. I took her hard, while drawing it out, and apart from our slow start she had no objections. It appeared that she wouldn't mind if I went a little harder, a little faster, but as long as I wasn't stopping she was happy. 

Stopping? You couldn't have stopped me with a gun at my head. I drove eagerly forward, knowing I was going to climax soon, but prolonging the encounter as much as I could. Finally I just gave up. I made this funny sound deep in my throat and just went for it, driving in as hard as possible in a desperate attempt to find relief.

Jenny had no problems with this, clinging tightly and urging me on, and then we were both climaxing in a glorious bout of togetherness, holding each other tight as we found our separate bliss.

"Are you really going to try the same line on Kat?" Jenny asked me. 

We were both collapsed on the bed at that point, pretty much spent.

"I am," I admitted. "Colour me curious but she was doing push-ups on my cock this morning. I feel it's only right that we become better acquainted."

"I'll give you a week. My lips are sealed until then. If you haven't caught her by then she'll find out you're trying to scam her."

A week? Plenty of time. Kat normally caught the same bus home as me. All I had to do was direct her into my place and things should fall into line. I hoped.

Come to think of it, Jenny was normally with Kat. 

"You realise that if you're with Kat when I try to trap her you're probably going to get a second spanking?"

"It'll be worth it to see Kat getting one. She just wouldn't believe that a boy might spank her. It'll also be interesting watching her teach you what to do. That's probably the time I'd tell her that you'd already pulled that one on me."

Dear me. It seemed I had an interesting time ahead of me. I hoped I'd have the required stamina. I wondered if Jenny realised that, if I struck out with Kat, she would be right there as my backup plan?



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I imagine you are with me to pleasure me with my white dildo, smooth and soft, with beads in different sizes forming the tip. You want to show me what can be done with it when the toy is in your hands. I am lying on my back, your upper body on mine. My arm is on your back while the other strokes my inner thigh. My legs are spread and you rub the soft white toy over my dark pussy lips. They open a little as you stroke them and my sensitive clit pokes through. You rub across it... once ... twice ... and again. I lift my hips up for more contact but you push me down.

I moan in your ear and you take your eyes off my pussy and look at my face. You kiss me slow but deeply, always stroking me. You slide over my pussy more easily as I become wetter. You feel my hand on your back gripping you, releasing, gripping... in tune with my arousal.

Then you change the angle of the toy and point it at my pussy. You let the tip slip between my outer lips... then between the inner ones that are pink and wet. I feel it nudge my tight opening, instinctively tightening it more. I moan softly and you watch my face as you slowly press the toy's first bead into me. I gasp and smile at you, biting my lip. You place kisses on my breast and slowly move the first bead in and out of me, then drag it up to my clit. There, you slap it quickly and i close my thighs, but you press them apart again.

I hold my lips open with my free hand, the other still under you and on your back. I ask you to give me more, to let me feel more, but you tease me, tracing the lines of my lips slowly and tenderly. You love the tender glistening pink inside and you can just see the pink tip of my clit coming from below its hood. You circle it and then insert the first bead into me again. You press further and the next two slip inside.

Moaning, I ask for more, wanting the thickest bead in me too. You tell me no, not yet, not yet, and you kiss me as you slowly fuck me. I roll my hips in this same rhythm, your body pressing me down and I become more urgent. I kiss you so hungrily that you relent and ask me, do you want me to fuck you more? Pleading, I say yes, oh I want to feel it all! You say, is your little cunny ready, baby? I gasp, oh yes...

And with one intense shove into my depths, you make the whole toy enter me. I moan loudly as the fourth and biggest bead slips past my tightness and the entire length fills me. You hit bottom inside me, holding it there, moving the toy in circles to stretch me. Your thumb circles my clit hard and I could cum right then and you know it. You know it and feel my hand gripping your back. You know it and drive me towards orgasm, holding me pinned under you and making me feel your thumb on my hot clit and the toy pressed deep inside again and again.

As I cum, shivers wrack my body and you enjoy my pleasure, seeing and hearing and feeling my release, smelling the scent of my sex. You slow down and let me come down a little. You kiss me harder than before and when you break it you say, I will make you cum again, right now, I want to make you come again. And with your words I feel you move the toy once more, trying to get it even deeper inside. You tell me to play with my clit, to make myself cum and I use three fingers to rub myself hard and fast. You watch and suck my nipples, you look at my face, at my pussy, back and forth. I tense, my hand moves so fast on my clit, you make me feel the beads moving inside me and I cum again for you. That is when you move between my legs, spreading them and brushing my hand away. You move the whole length of the toy in and out as my pussy grips it in orgasm. You suck hard on my clit and I jump at the feeling, crying out softly in surprise. You hold my thighs apart, feeling them tremble. When you push inside me, you add a finger, then two, making me whimper in delight. As you push them in with the toy, in to the last knuckle, I cry out in yet another orgasm. You push and push and push, wanting my pussy to grip you more, wanting to make me cum as hard as I can take it.

When you finally slow down, I am weak and shaking and exhausted. My body is hot and flushed. With a last lick on my clit, you slowly pull the white toy out of me. It is slick and glistening wetly, and you let me feel it as every bead slowly leaves my cunny. I am still moaning softly... you look at me and think to yourself that I look as if I were asleep, dreaming, moaning in my sleep.

You rub the toy over my pussy again, hitting my clit with the tip, softly. I arch my back and whimper and you kiss your way up to my mouth. You hold me close, feeling the heat still radiating from me. You pull me to you until we both lie on our sides, and for a long time we stay like this, warm in each other's embrace, until sleep takes us.



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EDITED BY

amerks29hockey

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CHAPTER ONE

It's weird. 

I spent most of my life chasing, looking for, and trying to get - pussy.

Now, here I am, a divorced 57-year-old, semi-retired architect who suddenly has more twat than I could ever imagine. 

It all started a couple of weeks ago when I was in the local shopping mall. Since I work from home and my time is my own, I often drive down there in the morning to have a cup of coffee and a cinnamon bun at Starbucks. I usually take my purchases out to the tables provided by the mall and eat while watching the passing parade of titties and asses as they undulate by. This is a college town so there is usually plenty of it. 

On this particular Saturday morning, I was wearing a new t-shirt that my brother sent me from St. Louis emblazoned in big red letters across the front with one of Missouri's most famous slogans, "SHOW ME!"

An attractive young woman, wearing a local college sweatshirt and a mini-skirt surveyed me for a couple of minutes, made up her mind, walked over to me and asked, "What do you want to see?"

At first I was taken aback but then I realized she was talking about the shirt, so I said, "What have you got?"

She smiled, "I'll show you my pussy for ten dollars."

Okay, you look like you are worth ten dollars, where can we go?"

"Nowhere, you just stay right there."

She walked about ten feet away, sat on a bench facing me, hiked up her mini skirt ever so slightly and spread her legs. She was not wearing panties so I could see her clean-shaven pussy, bright and shiny, almost winking at me. From the position she took, it was obvious that the show was strictly for my benefit. She wiggled back and forth for a couple of minutes, giving me an excellent show (and an erection).

Finally, she stood up, smoothed the skirt back into place, walked back to me and said, "That will be ten bucks please."

I gave her the ten but couldn't help trying to make more of the encounter, "It would be worth a lot more than ten for a feel or a taste."

She laughed a little and said, "No thanks, I just needed ten dollars more for something on sale at Sears. Maybe next time."

I called after her as she walked away, "I'm Ed and I'm here almost every morning, especially Saturdays."

True to my word, I was there the following Saturday morning, trusty t-shirt shouting out my message, "SHOW ME!" I watched for her in vain, but she never showed up. Just before 11 o'clock, I was about to abandon my post when two other very attractive girls, walked up to me.

The shorter one, a brunette, said, "Hi, are you Ed?"

"I sure am. What can I do for you?"

"Amy said to watch for you and that you would give us ten bucks for doing something."

"Did Amy say what you had to do?"

"She said you would give us the ten if we showed you our pussies and that you would give us another ten if we let you touch them."

"Amy was right!"

"OK, we both want ten and Carol might let you touch her for another ten. By the way, I'm Beth."

"Alright, where can we go?

"There's a janitor's room for the mall down by the restrooms. I have a key, lets go there."

Beth led the way with Carol, a tall, big-tittied blond trailing her. I quickly cleaned off my table and followed them around the corner and down a hallway toward the toilets. When we got to a door marked 'PRIVATE, EMPLOYEES ONLY', Beth looked both ways, opened the door, and ducked inside. Carol and I followed and closed the door behind us. Beth switched on the light, turned the lock, and jammed a chair under the doorknob. "The caretakers that report here don't come on 'till 3 P.M. so we should be okay."

The janitor's room was a crude office about 10 feet wide and 15 feet deep. There was a desk against one wall, facing the door and behind the door there was a mop sink and a collection of mops and brooms. The other wall was lined with steel shelving full of toilet paper, hand towels, light bulbs, and cleaning supplies.

Beth looked at me and said, "Okay, you got the thirty dollars?"

"Yeah, but I want to see first."

Beth was obviously in charge here. She undid the front button on her jeans and stepped out of them. Next she dropped her panties to reveal a small patch of hair trimmed into a 'bikini cut' guarding an almost hidden slit. She still had her blouse on when she sat on the edge of the desk, leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs.

It was a beautiful pussy! Pink with well defined lips and just enough moisture to make it glisten. She stroked it a couple of times and opened the lips but when I reached out my hand as if to caress it, she said, "Not so fast Buster. You ain't touching me. Carol's next and you can feel her, but we want our money first."

I gave her the thirty dollars and Carol moved toward the desk. Slowly, like a dancer in a porn show, she shed her jeans first and then her top. She wasn't wearing panties or a bra. Her tits were large, full, creamy, and round with well-defined, big nipples. She was a true blond and the paleness of her pubic hair made her pussy look wan and washed out compared to Beth. She stroked her pussy a couple of times but shivered ever so slightly when I touched it and ran my finger up the slit. She sat on the edge of the desk, leaned back, and spread her legs. I caressed it and in just a moment there was a noticeable amount of liquid and a pronounced swelling of her clitoris. 

When I touched that, she let out a long, contented sigh and pushed upward against my hand. Without thinking, I dipped my head and took the offering between my lips, probing at it with my tongue.

Suddenly, Beth was behind me, pulling me away. "Hold on there, that's not part of the deal."

For the first time Carol spoke up, "Let him alone, he knows what he's doing."

Her hand was on the back of my head, holding my mouth in contact with her pussy. "Oh God, don't stop, keep doing that!"

Beth backed off and I kept doing that. In just two or three minutes Carol was writhing in ecstasy, jerking spasmodically as she experienced the orgasms brought on by my tongue probing into her. I kept it up until she finally wilted and the sensation of the climax faded into a feeling of euphoria for her.

Carol was almost comatose as Beth helped her get dressed. Beth removed the chair from the doorknob and they left me alone in the storage room. After they left, I washed my face and jacked off into the mop sink, went home and thought about the day's happenings. I jacked off again that night and twice the following day.

CHAPTER TWO

The next Saturday I was at my post in the mall, bright and early when a very attractive blond woman walked over to me. I guessed her to be 32 or so but was bothered that there was something vaguely familiar about her.

"Are you Ed?"

"Yes, do I know you?"

"No, I'm Pam but you know my daughter, Carol."

Oh shit! I stood up and backed away. "It wasn't my fault. She came to me and we only did what she wanted. I paid her for it."

She smiled at my denial. "That's quite alright, I just wanted to thank you for what you did. She had never had that before and, from what she told me, it was the most wonderful experience of her life. You could have taken advantage of her and done a lot more."

Obviously she didn't know about Beth. "Oh, uh, thank you, I think."

"I came to see if you do that sort of thing for others, like me?"

I looked at her with renewed interest. She was a very attractive blond with the same big tits as her daughter. "I guess so, if that's what you want."

"That's what I want. I am divorced and not seeing anyone right now and I am very horny. I don't want some smelly jerk trying to stick a cock into me, just a soft, talented, tongue with no other involvement. Would you do that?"

You bet your ass I would! But I said, "I guess so. Will I have to give you twenty dollars?"

She laughed. "No, if I wanted to be paid it would be a hell of a lot more than that."

"Okay, when and where do you want to do it?"

She gave me a real-estate business card that announced she was Pam Holland with both her business and home address and said, "Come by my house about 10 AM on Tuesday. Will that be okay? We can be alone then."

I agreed and watched her ripe ass wiggle from side to side as she walked away. Tuesday was three days away and I was horny as hell. I had just made up my mind to pack it in and go home and jack off when another girl walked up to me. 

She was very plain and just a little heavy but still could have been attractive with some hair care and proper makeup. She was short, perhaps 5' 3", with wispy, nondescript, dishwater blond hair and wore a housedress with tennis shoes. I estimated her to be in her late 20's to early 30's. 

"Hi, if you're Ed, I'm Sue and my roommate Amy sent me."

"What did Amy send you here to do?" 

"To get twenty dollars and do what ever you want to do."

"Want to come home and have sex with me?"

"Amy said you might want to do that but it's okay if that's what you want. I may not be very good at it, I've only done it once before and that was with my brother."

I didn't even bother to buss my table. I linked my arm into hers and we left the mall. In my car, she told me that Amy had suggested she look me up to "broaden her horizons". She also told me she was not very popular with the boys at school and she was only twenty years old.

At my apartment, I tried to put her at ease. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I am. My friends, Amy, Beth, and Carol said that I needed someone like you to help me get over my aversion to sex."

"You don't like sex?"

She was a little shy but opened up, "Not really, but I only did it once with my brother, it hurt and I didn't find there was anything to it."

"Did you have an orgasm?"

"I don't think so. I've read about that but don't know what it feels like." 

I couldn't help but suppress a smile. "If you had, you would know about it. Lets go into the bedroom."

On the way to the bedroom she said, "Carol didn't tell me you were so old but she said you were very good and made her feel wonderful. I think she is going to come back to see you again. Amy and Beth may come too. Okay, what do I do now?"

"Just take off your clothes and lay down on the bed."

She did as I told her, carefully folding her dress over the arm of the boudoir chair. Her bra and panties followed. She moved to the bed, lay down on her back and said, "I don't want to watch," and put one of the pillows over the upper part of her face, hiding her eyes.

I quickly disrobed and threw my clothes in a heap at the base of the bed. Carefully and gently I put my hand on her pussy only to find it cold and dry. A shiver ran through her.

"Relax, believe me, I think you will like this."

Her body was very white as if she never went out into the sun. As I had observed earlier, she was pleasantly plump but not fat. Her waist was a little thick and her breasts were ripe and full. I slowly caressed the folds of her cunt trying to get a little reaction from her but she just lay there, the pillow pressed hard over her eyes.

With my hands I made her open her legs and repositioned myself between them with my face only inches from her slit. Using my tongue, I pried apart the lips of her vagina and plunged as deep into her as I could. I saw the pillow come off her eyes and her head raise up to see what I was doing. I felt her legs open wider.

She watched me wide-eyed as I licked her pussy. "Mmm, that's not as bad as I thought it would be. I kind of like that, it feels good."

After just a few minutes, I think I must have rung her bell because she let out an audible moan and clamped my head against her pussy with her hands. She was twisting and writhing in ecstasy, my head was held prisoner by her hands and legs while my lips and tongue continued the assault on her clitoris. 

She finally released her grip on me and just lay there, legs spread, pussy glistening with juice and gasping for breath. "Oh my God, nobody ever told me it felt like that. I want to do it again. Are you going to fuck me now?"

"If that's what you want."

"If it makes me feel as good as that, Yes! Will you use a condom?"

"I don't need one, I had a vasectomy many years ago."

Without saying another word, I climbed onto the bed and got between her legs. I carefully positioned the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy. She was just laying there, head back and cocked off a little to one side, eyes closed and waiting for the next step in her 'lesson'. 

Slowly I inched my way inside of her, the lubricant from our oral exercise smoothing the way. She was a little tight but not uncomfortably so. With careful precision I began my rhythmic withdrawal and insertion. I could see she was getting into it. She drew her legs up a little, bending them at the knees and grunted a little with each thrust of my hard cock into her. I marveled at her softness and purity. Her skin was white and creamy without a blemish to be seen and as soft and silky as a powder puff. It felt as if my hands were caressing clouds of fleece as I stroked her breasts, causing the nipples to turn into hard little knots.

I was in paradise as I stroked slowly away inside her supple box. She was puffing a little with each stroke, inhaling with the thrust and exhaling on the withdrawal. After just a few minutes she began to gasp harder and moan. First it was just a low sigh, then a whimper and finally a loud wail. She was thrashing around in the bed, pushing her ass up to meet my downward strokes. Finally, she pushed hard against me, her ass off the bed, let out a loud scream, and collapsed into a quivering mass, twitching each time I moved.

I knew what had happened and I was right behind her. With a final shove I emptied a huge wad of my sterile cum into her box and collapsed on top of her. Slowly I rolled off to end up on my back alongside of her with my spent, flaccid dick, still covered with her pussy juice and my semen, lolling off to one side. She threw her arm over my chest, put her head on my shoulder and snuggled up close to me, her ripe breast mashed against my side.

We both must have fallen asleep because the late afternoon sun streaming in through the window woke me. She was gone but there was a note on my dresser. 

I smiled as I read:

 Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. At the risk of being redundant, thank you again. 

I'm sorry I had to leave but I had an afternoon class and although I desperately wanted to do it again, you were sleeping too peaceful to wake.

I will never forget what we did and the exhilaration I felt. I hope we have an opportunity to do it again. I will certainly tell Amy, Beth, and Carol how good you made me feel.

Kisses,

Sue 

P.S. I took cab fare and a couple of your business cards out of you wallet.

CHAPTER THREE

For two days I basked in the euphoria that the recollection of the sexual encounter with Sue brought. Every time I thought of her, I got hard and had to tale care of myself. I wondered just what she would do with the business cards and if I would ever hear from her again.

Finally it was Tuesday and time for my 'meeting' with Pam. 

It was just a minute or two after ten when I rang the bell at her house. I was neatly dressed, and freshly bathed with just a touch of aftershave. She answered the door wearing a very nice housecoat that, unfortunately, hid her womanly charms. Her makeup had been impeccably applied and she was a very beautiful woman. She still didn't look old enough to have a daughter in college.

She was holding the robe closed, tight around her throat when she stepped aside and said, "Come in, I hoped that you hadn't forgotten about me. Would you like a glass of tea or something and a few minutes to talk before we -- ah -- start?"

I followed her into a tastefully decorated living room and said I would welcome a glass of iced tea and a chance to get to know her. She motioned to a seat on the couch and went to get the drink. While I was looking forward to this 'encounter', I was a little uneasy. It's not often that a woman invites you to her house to eat her pussy. Oh well, I was here and looking forward to the adventure.

She returned, handed me the tea and said, "I'm a little embarrassed. I don't usually go around soliciting sex from strange men. It's just that after Carol told me what happened I wanted to experience it for myself. I'm very busy with my business and don't have time to go through the formalities of dating that lead up to -- ah -- bedroom adventures."

She was blushing! I was afraid that my morning's activity was about to be canceled but we chatted awhile. Finally she said, "Well if you're still up to it, let's go into the bedroom."

We both stood up and she put out her hand. I took it and followed her down a short hallway and into what I assumed was her bedroom. 

"You make yourself at home while I go into the bathroom and get ready."

I took off all of my clothes except my boxers and was sitting propped up on the bed with my back against the headboard when she came back. She was wearing a pair of see through baby doll pajamas that left very little to the imagination.

She was standing alongside the bed when she looked down at me and said, "Well, what's first?"

"Why don't I start by giving you a nice, sensual massage to break the ice? Take off your pajamas and lay face down on the bed. Do you have some lotion?"

She indicated a bottle on her dressing table and when I got up to get it, she quickly disrobed and lay face down on the bed. Since she wasn't looking, I slipped out of my boxers.

With one knee propped on the edge of the bed, I began. With my hands coated with the soothing lotion, I stroked her back, kneading the tense muscles of her neck and working my way to her upper arms. Down her arms to her hands, first the left and then the right, all the while her face was turned away from me with her eyes closed. I used more lotion then started on the middle of her back and worked down to the lower part, just above the buttocks.

Now for the wondrous mounds of her ass. I caressed, kneaded, squeezed and manipulated. There was a sharp intake of breath but no recriminations when I spread them apart and ran my finger gently over the anus. The second time I did it, she opened her legs a little and I got a pleasant sigh of contentment. I worked my way down the left leg and then the right, each time making sure that my fingers brushed gently against both her ass hole and her pussy.

When I asked her to roll over, I was surprised to see she was smiling in a surreal kind of way. She kept her eyes closed as I repeated the same actions on the front of her torso. Starting at her neck I gently massaged her chest with careful attention to her beautiful, full breasts. The nipples hardened and became very prominent as I stroked them with the ball of my thumb.

I moved around to the foot of the bed and got between her legs, on my knees, while I worked on her tummy. Her creamy skin reacted to the gentle pressure of my lubricated hands as I worked on her hips and down to the point where her legs joined her body. I purposely avoided touching her cunt, trying to build the maximum anticipation for what was to come. 

When I touched the inside of her legs, she submissively opened them a little wider and I was pleased to see that the lips of her pussy were wet with her welcoming juice. I watched her face contort in pleasure when I softly ran my finger between the moist lips. I wish I could have seen her reaction when I licked the slit with my tongue but the sound of her gasp was reward enough.

She raised her legs just enough so that I could snake my arms under them and fondle her tits while I slid my tongue in and out of her wet cunt. Her clit was swollen with desire. I sucked it into my mouth and rolled it between my lips while I slid a finger under my chin and into her pussy. Massaging her 'G' spot and mouthing her clitoris at the same time had her writhing with pleasure in just a couple of minutes. 




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Finally, she shouted, "Oh my God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Hurry, fuck me now! Oh, please put your dick in me, I need to feel your cock in my pussy now."

I had to oblige. Ignoring my face covered with the juice from her cunt, I quickly mounted her and drove my rigid meat hard into her. She was squirming like a snake when she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her, up to the hilt. I pounded away like a man possessed. By the time I was ready to cum, she was wailing like a banshee. With my head back and my eyes closed I flooded her box with my milky liquid. A few more pumps and the euphoria of the climax reduced me to a week bag of bones, muscle and tissue, completely drained, unable to support myself on my arms. 

I wilted on top of her but she pushed me off to one side. She was almost apologetic when she whispered, "Sorry, I know I said earlier that I didn't want you to fuck me but I got caught up in the exhilaration of the moment and had to feel something hard inside me. I hope you didn't mind."

I was gasping for breath when I answered, "That's quite alright, I came here to do whatever you wanted. I didn't mind at all."

She was out of bed and wrapping the robe around herself when she cooed, "Sorry to leave you but I've got to show a house in a few minutes. Can you show yourself out while I bathe? By the way, how can I get in touch with you when I need you again?"

I dressed, gave her my card and, as I left, smiled at the phrase 'when I need you again'. I was proud of my showing and that she recognized she would need me again.

CHAPTER FOUR

The following few days at the mall were fruitless and I was really getting horny. On Friday I got home about noon to find a message from Sue on my answering machine. 

She said, "I just wanted to say thank you again. I met a nice boy and we did some of the things you taught me. He isn't as good as you but we hope, with practice, he will get better. I gave your cards to a couple of my friends and told them what you did for me, so you may get a call from Rachel or Marie. They are like I was, totally inexperienced. I also told Amy, Beth, and Carol about our 'meeting'. One of them may call you."

I had to go out that afternoon to conduct some of my architectural business and when I got home there were three more messages on my machine.

The first one was from Carol. She wanted to know if I was still interested in doing the things we had done before and if I was still paying twenty dollars for it. If so, call her and she left a telephone number.

The second one said, "Hello Mr. Marsh. This is Mrs. Wallace, Pam Holland's neighbor. Pam gave me your number and told me what you did for her. My 50-year-old sister and I live together. She is widowed and I am divorced and we don't go out socially any more so we thought it might be nice to have a man that we could call on now and then to 'do things' for us. We could pay you for your time and services. Please give me a call at 555-6495 and we can discuss the details. Thank you."

The last one was from Beth. She said. "Hi Ed. I think we got off on the wrong foot the other day. Carol and Sue both told me how good you made them feel so I thought we might get together again. I will look you up at the mall tomorrow. I still have the key to the janitor's room.

Wow! 

Well I think I've hit the mother lode. First I have to take care of Beth tomorrow and then we'll see about Carol. I wonder what Mrs. Wallace and her sister are like. I just hope Pam calls back too.

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She felt him stirring beside her as he slowly inched away from under her arm so not to disturb what he thought was her slumber. Cracking an eye open, she spied him casually sitting up, and swinging his feet to the carpeted floor, quietly walking to the bathroom. She sat up in the bed, the linen falling to expose her breasts. The sudden coolness puckered her already sensitive nipples. Thinking only for a moment, a thoughtful, wicked grin spread across her face as she quickly climbed out of the bed and tiptoed after him.

Leaning against the doorsill, his back turned to her, she watched him gracefully stretch before sauntering to the toilet, lifting the seat and settling himself in front of the bowl. Without a backwards look, he asked, "Like what you see?"

"Mmhmm," she smiled.

"Not quite an answer, is it?"

"No, it isn't," she replied, an echo of a laugh in her voice. Pushing herself off of the sill, she walked up behind him, and reaching around, grasped his shaft. She pressed her lips to his shoulder. "Show me," she murmured. "Show me how you pee." 

She felt rather than saw his startled look. "Really?"

"Really. Show me." He covered her hands with his own, placing them where he usually does.

"Not so tight," he muttered. She loosened her grip. He then directed himself, and an instant later a steady stream was aimed into the toilet. He quietly sighed as she felt his relief pass through her hands. A moment passed, and the flow ebbed. They shook the last drops and he released her hand, moving to the sink. He glanced over at her and smiled. She blew him a kiss and winked.

Moving behind him, she leaned her chin onto his shoulder, stretched out her arms and washed their hands. After drying them, she roamed her fingers over his chest, lightly tapping his skin as her digits wandered downwards. Cupping his balls, she slowly massaged them as she kissed across his broad back. "I'm not done yet," she told him softly. 

He cocked his eyebrow as he watched her in the mirror. "Oh? And what do you mean?" 

She looked up and caught his eye in the reflection, her own glinting. "I'm not done with you yet," she repeated. His eyes gleamed.

"And what do you want, my sweet?"

"I want you to show me. I want you to show me – teach me – how you masturbate. I want you to show me your pleasure and your satisfaction... and I want to give it to you."

With a soft kiss on his cheek, she began to lick down the column of his spine, her mouth tracing at the scratches of her nails marking his back. Slowly making her way down, she flicked her tongue at the cleft. Sliding a hand through her apex, she slipped her coated fingers through the cheeks of his ass, lightly playing with his hole. Standing up, she traced her finger over his hardening shaft, wet with her juices, acting as a sensuous lubricant before gently circling her hand at his base.

"Please show me," she pleaded. His hand covered hers, and they slowly moved together over his length. Her fingers slid over the tip, lightly circling the crown before letting her hand be dragged down again. 

Grasping him even more firmly, she nuzzled his neck. "I love the way your cock feels in my hand. I love how you stretch me, the way my cunt grips you, the way you fuck my mouth, deep and hard, filling my throat, gagging me," she purred. She slowly moved her mouth to his other ear, gently sucking the lobe through her teeth. His free hand grasped the rim of the sink as he softly moaned. 

"And I really love it when you lick my pussy, your tongue toying with my clit, playing with my ass, teasing me until I beg you. How I kneel in front you, your cock buried deep in my throat, craving a taste. How you make me yours, how you fuck me hard, taking me every way you can, every way you want me. Biting me, spanking me, fisting me. How you slide so deep in me, my cunt aching to feel you. Teasing me, making me plead to cum. And then how you make me cum, over and over... but I still want more, want you more."

She smiled at his groan, vibrating through his back and resonating deep within her. She felt him grow harder under her fingers, his shaft hot and slick with his fluids. She tightened her grasp of him and continued her verbal assault. "I love how you tease my ass when you lick my clit, how you toy with me just before you fuck me deep and hard, your hands and teeth everywhere, claiming me through your bruises. How you make me feel so good, always yearning for more. The way you push me, not just my body, but my mind." 

Pressing her streaming sex into his thigh, she whispered in his ear, her voice low with want. "Can you feel that? Can you feel how wet you make me? How much I want you? How much I love feeling you, being yours? Can you feel me being the slut that I am, your slut, begging for you, for your cum?" She rested her forehead on his back and sighed, her stroking relentless. Licking her lips, she sighed before she continued. "You are going to make me beg, aren't you?"

She looked up, and saw the glimmer of his eyes in the mirror, her answer. She whimpered. "Please." 

"Please what, baby?" he gasped.

"Please cum."

She could feel his tension, his muscles quivering, his groans erratic. He pushed into her hand as if he was trying to pound her. Her arms tightened around him, her lips at the nape of his neck. He covered her moving hand with his own, bringing him closer to the edge of his orgasm. She grinded her hips into his ass and pressed her nipples into his back, letting him wordless know of her want of him. 

"Please," she whispered, bringing her other hand out to catch his spill. "Mark me. Please cum. Please cum for me."

His hand squeezing hers, he threw his head back, his face contorted in ecstasy, his muscles corded with agony of impending release. She felt the pulses of his orgasm move up his shaft, the warmth of his release splashing into her ready hand. Slumping slightly, he grasped the edge of the basin, breathing hard, his eyes fixing hers in the mirror.

Her gaze never wavering from his, she brought her hand to her lips, and lapped the pool of cum cupped in her palm like a starving cat, moaning quietly as she swallowed her first taste. Giving her hand a final lick, she lightly kissed his neck and softly said, "You know I lied before."

"Oh?"

"You asked me why your cum is addicting. I didn't tell you the main reason; it's because it's yours. You make your cum addicting," she added, her voice hoarse with desire. 

With a shuddering breath, all was still. They stood, their eyes locked in the mirror, neither of them moving in that infinite of a second, suspended in time that is all too short. A ghost of a smile hovered on her lips, a twinge look of satisfaction, her eyes unveiled. He turned, the movement so sudden that she couldn't have predicted it. Standing still in surprise, her skin shivering, she looked at him. He grabbed her face and stared deep into her eyes, demanding, captivating, claiming her. He kissed her hard, bruising her lips, and growled, "Bed. Now."

Bemused, she turned, her legs trembling with anticipation, the wetness of her want coating her inner thighs. Feeling a sharp sting on her ass from his playful spank, she yelped and laughed, sashaying towards the bedroom. Sensing his eyes on her, she swayed her hips before pausing at the doorway. Glancing over her shoulder, flipping her mane, displaying her curves that she knew he will ravish, she looked at him from beneath her lashes, her tongue lightly licking the corner of her lips as he often does to tease her. "With pleasure," she smouldered. 



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I saw you for the first time yesterday, just a glimpse through my euphoria before I climaxed. I happened to open my eyes at just the right moment...just before you shrank back into the shadows of your apartment balcony. You'd been watching me. I didn't know there was anyone living in that apartment...if I'd known I would have closed my drapes. But knowing that you were watching, knowing that you were enjoying, knowing that though I couldn't see you you were there...well, it sent me over the edge in a big way. My orgasm shot through me like a bullet and left me splayed on my bed, fingers resting on my clit, panting.

It's all I could think about today. Your smile hidden in shadow...the electric shock of being noticed. I went through the motions of my job, but didn't really do it. How could I? I had no ability to focus. I was a woman consumed. Your eyes...the way they drank me in. Just for a moment, that one moment that will haunt me forever.

When five o'clock came, I bolted for my car. My mind raced through various scenarios. Of knocking on your door and demanding an apology. Of finding no one there, realizing my personal voyeur was my own imagination. Of shutting the blinds tightly and pretending nothing happened. But mostly of doing it again. I wondered if you would look again, if you appreciated what you saw the night before. Just the thought made my panties go moist.

I pulled in to the garage, and climbed the seven flights to my floor, not bothering with the elevator. I hoped the extra exercise would burn off some of this pent up energy I had. It didn't. I unlocked the door to my home and slipped quickly inside, glancing immediately in the direction of your balcony. It was empty. I rushed through the apartment, closing all the blinds and drapes, hoping for the "out of sight, out of mind" saying to be true.......hoping that if I can't see your balcony, I won't think about you standing there watching me.

I still felt antsy and restless though, I grabbed the swiffer and started dusting every exposed surface I could, including the blinds...peeking through them to see if you were out there. You weren't, and the sun was going down. I then grabbed the vacuum, going over every carpet in the house...this time leaving my patio blinds open so I could watch for you. I thought I caught a glimpse of a light somewhere inside your place, but I wasn't certain. No amount of cleaning stifled my energy...and as the sun set it got too dark to really see anything but the edge of your balcony where I'd been sure I'd seen you the night before.

I made myself a small dinner of chicken and rice, with a couple glasses of white wine. I opened my blinds in the dining room so I could watch for signs of you. I just had to know I wasn't imagining you standing there last night. It turned me on so much, it couldn't just be my imagination. It just couldn't. Halfway through my third glass of wine I got mad at you. Yes...I know I don't know you or even if you really exist...and I was mad that you weren't standing there. I was mad that you made me feel like I was crazy. I downed the rest of my wine and deposited my dishes in the kitchen sink. 

I sat down at my computer to my nightly ritual...literotica. The best thing for a single girl who doesn't want casual sex...I browsed over the stories under the "new" link, searching for a title that would catch my eye. Nothing really jumped out at me. Thoughts of you kept pushing away my usual attractions to BDSM and Erotic Couplings. Frustrated, I clicked over to the exhibition/voyeurism postings. There were so many! I scanned over titles, such a selection to chose from...it was exciting. I found one about a guy watching a woman through her window. It was too close to home for me, I had to read it...besides, it was flagged with the little "H" indicating someone in the moderator realm thought it was hot. The moderators had always done well by me in that regard, so I clicked on the title.

I read the graphic details of an extremely sexy woman putting on a show for her young teen neighbor...dancing and teasing. I read detailed descriptions of her paying with her clit and fingering herself until she came. The descriptive words were so beyond my own vocabulary, and painted a beautiful picture of an amazingly sexual woman. I was extremely turned on, I could feel the wetness leaking through my pants, creating a small wet spot between my legs. I casually slipped my hand down my pants to tease my clit as I read the story over a second time. The lit moderators were right...this was very hot. By the time I was done with the story for a second time, my pussy was dripping, my finger covered in my juices, and I was worked up beyond belief. 

Pulling my hand out of my pants, I rose to go to my bedroom where I kept my trusty rabbit vibrator. I casually licked and sucked the liquid off of my finger as I walked...I'd always loved the taste of my own juices. Call me weird. I walked into the darkness of my bedroom and felt for the light. Flicking it on, I glanced toward the drapes pulled across the window. Grinning devilishly around my finger I walked toward them and threw them open. A light flicked off across the way quickly. I knew you were real! I knew that you were there. The thought of it sent a shiver through me. I thought of the sensual woman in the story...I wanted to be her. Best way to be like that was to do...right?

I made a slow show of it. I couldn't see you, I didn't know if you were watching...but I decided you were, and that I was going to entertain. I stretched slowly, arching my back so that my breasts were thrust out, then slowly pulled my shirt over my head. Turning sideways to the window, I reached back to unclasp my bra then slowly began massaging and kneading my breasts. It was a torture for me...I was already so turned on, I knew that if I wanted to I could grab my vibe and cum within a few short minutes. But the thought of torturing you was more enticing...after all, thoughts of you had tormented me all day.

I pinched my nipples softly causing them to spring to life, pointing out in small pink buttons, and sending warm bolts of electricity directly to my already aching pussy. I turned my back to the window and unfastened my pants, pulling them down over the curves of my cheeks...leaving my panties in place. I bent down a little father than really needed to pull my pants off, wanting to allow you to see my nice round ass.

I turned again, fully facing the window, eyes closed, and started twisting and pinching my nipples again. A small moan escaped my lips as I imagined you across the way getting turned on by watching my form through the glass. I moved my right hand down, pushing it into my panties so I could tease my clit a little more. I could feel the wetness there before my finger even slipped between my lips. I don't think I'd ever been this wet before. 

Pushing my middle finger deeper into my slit, the first contact made me gasp...my clit was at it's fullest...hot and hard and covered in pussy juice. My eyes shot open with the shock, and I looked directly at your patio as I made slow, steady circles around my little nub. I thought for a moment that I saw movement across the way...I imagined it was you playing with yourself too...which just made me hotter.

I removed my hand and licked my finger again, closing my eyes and moaning. I moved down to remove my panties, fully exposing myself to you. I wasn't sure what you could see at that distance, but I wanted to believe it was everything. Even though I'm single, I still maintain grooming of my pussy, trimming all the hair away except for a small "landing strip" just above my slit. My fingers danced through the small patch of curly brown hair, making their way along the outer lips moving in slow circles closer and deeper, going back to rubbing my clit.

I felt my knees start to give, standing there at the window. I knew I wouldn't be able to tease myself like this much longer...not and remain upright. I stopped for a moment, panting and warm...and thought about what to do. I loathed the idea of moving away from the window, but knew I would collapse to the floor long before I ever came. I could lie on my bed like I did the night before...but I would be partially hidden, and wanted to give you a better show. Still not knowing if you were really there, I gave the universal "one minute" gesture just in case and darted off to collect a couple things.

I went to my dresser and pulled my vibrator. A medium purple rabbit vibe with multiple speeds. I figured I was so wet I wouldn't need any, but grabbed some lube too just in case. As an after thought, I also picked up my only other toy, a small pink butt-plug. I set these down by the window and went to the other side of my room. I had a large overstuffed lounging chair there...I dragged it up to the window, then draped a towel over the cushion. I looked out the window again, gave a little wave, then pinched both my nipples.

Juices from my pussy had run down my thigh as I was setting things up...I trailed along that now, running my right index finger up the slick path. I giggled a little, the thought of you watching me in my most intimate moment...it was nerve racking and exciting. I bent down and picked up the butt-plug and the bottle of lube. I held both up at my eye level, opening the bottle with one hand. I dripped quite a bit of the clear solution along the length of the plug, then set the bottle down. Holding the plug with my right hand, I used my left to smear the lubricant all over the pink plastic...I closed my eyes and imagined it was the shaft of a stranger's cock, my hand sliding back and forth along the shaft.

I turned my back to the window and spread my legs. Bending over, I reached my left hand behind myself, wiping the lube that had collected on my hand on and around the tiny pink bud of my ass. I inserted on finger into my hole, trying to force some of the lube up there, hoping to ease the insertion of the plug. Reaching back with my right hand, I teased myself with the tip of the plug before removing my finger and slowly pushing the pink plastic past my strong, muscular ring. Even though I knew it was coming, it still made me gasp to do it. My asshole has always been so tight, and though I was exceptionally turned on by the thought of you watching me from across the way, I was still a little nervous. As such, my muscles were a little more tense than preferred. I began easing the plug in and out...never quite leaving the rim of my ass. I pushed it deeper and deeper, feeling my muscles relax to accommodate the foreign intruder. Pain quickly changed to pleasure as I soon became able to push the plug in to the hilt. I let go of the plug, bent sharply over the chair, and let my ass muscles clench around the toy. I pictured you across the way, hand in your pants, eyes squinting through the darkness toward my window. 

I could have cum right there.

But that wasn't the show I had in mind. I stood slowly, turning again to face the window. My hands back to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them...nipples painfully erect, standing straight out like they were being pulled in your direction. I eased down into the chair, propping my feet up on the window sill, legs spread apart. I sat like that for a moment, hand teasing my nipples, pussy exposed for really any on who cared to look in my direction. I flexed around the toy in my ass, pumping a few times, just until I felt I was going to cum...then stopped. I stared directly across the way and dared you to show yourself. You didn't. Not even a hint. 

I moved my left hand down over my stomach, lightly teasing and caressing the soft, pale skin. Goose bumps rose all over my body as I felt a chill run through me from the lightness of the touch. My fingers found the dark curled hair above my slit...and I tugged it a little, before sliding my index finger down over my clit. Electricity shot through me, and I stopped move my hand all together so I could try to regain composure. I thought of you across the way, watching...waiting...I started moving my hand again...slow, firm circles around my nub. My right hand was alternating between my breasts, keeping my nipples taunt. My left hand slid across the skin of my pussy in a flurry of movements that drove me closer and closer to climax. I could hear the smacking of wet skin hitting wet skin as my hand seemed to take on a mind of it's own. The orgasm building for so long finally found release, starting as a hot burst of flame in my groin and spreading over me like a fire out of control. Wave after wave of heat swept across my body as I shuddered on display for you in the frame of my window. 

I felt dizzy, the room was spinning...at some point I removed my hand from my clit but I wasn't sure when. I just sat there in a blissful state of euphoria. I was warm and sated...covered in sweat and my own juices. I don't know how much time passed with me staring numbly at your balcony. It may have been a trick of the light, or the willing of my own mind, but I thought at some point I saw movement. 

I was just starting to come back to earth when I heard my doorbell ring. Cursing, I jumped up and tossed on my robe. No time to remove my butt-plug, I walked carefully to the door and opened it.

There you stood holding a small video camera and a bottle of wine, your eyes were filled with passion and your skin flushed with lust. You said only three words...but three I desperately wanted to hear.

"Show me again..."



Show Me How



My girlfriend and I were in our late teens, living with our parents and quite reserved; at least outwardly. We had been limited to desperate under-the-clothes fondling in cars after dark, and I often drove home after dropping her off with my cock straining and balls aching from unfulfilled desire.

We had finally managed to arrange being by ourselves at my parents' farm one day, and walked together out to a nearby patch of bush. We didn't express what we wanted with words, but I could feel my pulse racing as we walked hand in hand and talked about anything other than what was most on our minds.

As we entered the shady area under the trees we became bolder. I ran my hands down over her jeans as we walked. She wiggled her arse, and ran giggling on ahead to a small grassy clearing looking out across the bush-clad valley.

As I followed her up she stopped and turned. Without a word she lifted her shirt and pulled it slowly up over her head. I stood stunned but recovered quickly enough to get my shirt off too as she un-hooked her bra and freed her breasts into the sunlight. I was speechless and open mouthed, as (apart from brief glimpses at night in my car) this was the first time I had seen her gorgeous tits - full and firm with delicious looking pointy pink nipples.

She turned away and I stared at her beautiful back and the round sides of her breasts teasingly silhouetted in the sun. She undid her jeans and slid them down her thighs. Her fantastic pale arse was hypnotising; this striptease was killing me! Then she turned to face me: finally, gloriously, completely naked in front of me. She lifted her hands from her mound up above her head and showed herself - displaying her beautiful body utterly naked, with a patch of curly strawberry blond hair between her thighs.

I took down my shorts then, conscious of my naked awkwardness. My rock hard penis sprung free and pointed directly, unashamedly directly at her. She stared at me with the same rapaciousness as I was staring at her, and then we were against each other, running our hands over each other, our mouths joined in a frantic kiss.

She turned and stretched as I kissed her neck as we stood, legs trembling with her back to me so that my penis was jammed up against the cleavage of her buttocks.

I guided her down so that we were sitting together on the grass facing out in the same direction over the valley. I had my legs spread open so I formed a chair for her to lean back into, with her back pressed up against my cock and stomach. I laid her hands over mine and let her guide them over her body, showing me how she wanted to be touched. She slid my hands up over her fabulous tits, squeezing and kneading harder than I would have known, running down over her stomach and out over her smooth thighs. Her legs were pressed together at first, but then she opened them and ran my hands down over the inside of her thighs.

Her neck was flushed pink, any last remnants of shyness were gone, and she was uninhibited, given over only to desire. She ran my hands down to her mound, and took a single finger to slide down through her pubic hair and into her slippery warm slit. She shuddered and moaned at this and I took her cue, sliding my finger up and down, over and around her little protruding nub. She was slick and hot and soft, her juicy pussy giving off a faint delicious aroma that made me dizzy with desire.

My cock was hard up against her back, sliding against her warm skin. She reached around with her hand, and her fingers, smaller than mine, curled around my cock making it look huge. I rocked my hips now, thrusting into her so that my cock slid between her hand and back.

Then her breathing got ragged, and stopped. Her legs twitched and her body spasmed. I kept stroking her clit and squeezed her breasts, holding her tight as she jerked in orgasm. This sent me over the edge and I came in spurts over her fingers and back, pumping hot sticky sperm all over her and me.

Then she curled up in my lap, and we kissed and kissed. I thought of all the things I wanted to do with her: to slide my cock between her breasts and be sucked into her beautiful mouth. I wanted to taste her, to slide my tongue inside her, to fuck her, and to watch her orgasm again and again and again.



Show Me How



My grandmother bequeathed me her nice little two bedroom home in a suburb of Raleigh. I couldn't get out of Charlotte fast enough. I had only been out of college for a year and had been lucky enough to land a spot upon graduation in a very large bank's management program. I had no trouble getting a transfer to a location that would allow me to live in grandma's old house and commute to work.

Things were starting to get hectic in my family's home in Charlotte. My father was in charge of the finances for one of the largest mega-churches in the south. A few months after I graduated college, men from the state's Attorney General's Office and the FBI started calling, paying visits to the church and even our home. It seems as if the pastor had been cooking the books, with my father's full cooperation. When my grandma passed and I was given the house, my dad insisted I sell it for the money and stay in Charlotte. My mother took me aside and said if I wanted the house, I should keep it. It was her mother who had died and it was my mother's childhood home I inherited. 

I should say I never got along with my father. He became involved in that church when I was very young. It was his whole life. His family was really an afterthought. The church pastor was intensely charismatic. My father worshipped him more than the God the church supposedly was dedicated to. My father took no interest in the fact I was a straight A student or that I was a state champion amateur boxer. Only when I could be used as a prop to glorify himself in the eyes of the pastor, would he attempt to act the caring father. 

My mother met my father at a church camp when they were in high school. They were both counselors. He was everything a southern girl from a strict Baptist family would want; a young man, apprenticed to his father's accounting firm, a good Christian from a respectable family. .. She couldn't say no when he proposed the night they graduated high school. They married that summer and by the fall, she was pregnant with me, her only child. 

She really should have gone to college. She's much too smart, funny and vivacious to be a cookie cutter proper church wife. I get my athleticism, lust for life and general vibrancy from her. My father was a nebbish lackey, a born bootlicker. He and I couldn't be more different. My mother's married life was a constant struggle to suppress the fun and free woman she truly was in order to fit the mold of the important church official's spouse. She'd stifle a giggle while her peers would gasp in shock at a dirty joke. If a sexual situation appeared on the television, she'd hold the remote and keep it on the screen juuuust a bit longer than she could have before turning the channel. 

My mother is really very attractive. Her marriage was the classic southern union based on family and social expectations and not the mutual attraction of physically and mentally compatible individuals. While my father is slight and slump-shouldered, my mother carried herself as the beautiful specimen she knew deep down she was. She understood too well her Christian duty as a wife was to be subservient to her twinkish husband. She was 5'5", brunette, walked with perfect posture that only enhanced her full c-cup breasts. She never wore anything revealing in public but you can only keep that kind of body only hidden to a point.

After a six month investigation, my father and the pastor plead guilty to federal fraud charges. My father was given a 15 year sentence while the pastor got 20. Of course, all of my father's assets were confiscated, including the house. As soon as I heard, I drove to Charlotte and brought my mom back to live with me in Raleigh. She literally had one suitcase worth of cloths. The feds took everything. My mom protested against staying with me, trying to argue how she would be a burden, etc., etc. I was having none of it. She was now a pariah in the only social circles she ever knew. She had no where to go and I loved her with all my heart. I convinced her to start life anew at age 42, back in the house she grew up in.

My place was ready for her to move in. When I first moved in, I had admittedly overspent by getting a king size bed for the master bedroom, a new living room set and a modern, extra-large tub for the master bath. I gave my mom the master bedroom while I took the single bed in the second bedroom. 

She was understandably despondent for the first few weeks, having gone through the trauma of the investigation, the humiliation of the conviction and then the loss of the world she had known for all her adult life. I would come home from work and find her hurriedly trying to put herself together so I wouldn't know she had been crying all day. My heart broke for her and I would instinctively wrap my arms around her. This would start her crying all over again. She would only say, 'What am I gonna do, baby? What am I gonna do?' (She never called me by my name, always baby. She would only call me 'baby' and no one else. She referred to my father as 'Herbert'.) 

I would gently 'shushhh' her and tell her everything is all right. It killed me to not see the light in her eyes. I knew her depression would only deepen if she sat around the house all day with nothing to do but watch tv and make my dinner. (Something she insisted on and which I did not complain about.) I thought she should at least take a class. I gave her a couple catalogs from local community colleges. She decided to work towards getting a nursing degree.

And so my mother slowly re-blossomed into the woman I knew in happier times. She took 2 classes a day during the week. She would come home, do her homework and have dinner ready by the time I came home. I had never stopped holding her, only now I did it when I came home and she'd run into my arms with a smile on her face. She was so eager to tell me about her day and ask me about mine. Seeing her excited about life made me so happy.

When I had interned for a bank's corporate office while in college, one of the vice presidents I worked for had gotten me into wine drinking. He was a connoisseur of the stuff and taught me some of the finer points of recognizing a good vintage. I had gotten into the practice of enjoying a glass or two after dinner, even before my mom moved in. Soon I had her enjoying a glass along with me. At first, she got tipsy very quickly, never having drank before. She would have a glass and be asleep 20 minutes later. It wasn't too long though before she was a delightful drinking companion.

One evening we were enjoying an after dinner glass when my cell phone buzzed on the coffee table. I looked down and read the text message from an ex-girlfriend. My mom said, 'Oh, who's that?'

'Just an ex.' I replied, 'She's looking for a booty call.'

My mom wrinkled her cute nose, 'What's a booty call.'

I decided to shake up her conservative sensibilities and have some fun, 'A booty call is when you ask a friend to get together for some.... you know.' I answered with a wink and a smile.

'You're joking, baby. That was not a booty call.' She smirked at me.

But indeed it was. I brought up the message and handed mom the phone. It read:

I miss all the ORGASMS you give me! Call me! 

My mother's face turned a deep red and her mouth dropped open. She didn't give me the lecture on dating 'whores' as I half-feared she would. Instead she was more curious as to the kind of relationships I had with this woman.

'Well mom, we saw each other just a few times, about a month or so before you came to Raleigh. I told her I wasn't interested in getting serious because I knew you would be moving in. And with the time I want to spend with you and my work, there wouldn't be room for a relationship.'

'Oh baby, I'm sorry...'

'No,' I interrupted her, 'I want nothing more than to be with you right now. I love you more than anyone in the world'

She smiled at me with a glint of moisture in her eyes, 'Thanks baby. Sooooo.. how did you get so good at giving orgasms?'

'Do you remember when I dated Kendra when I was a senior in high school? She stayed a virgin that whole year we were together. It was so important she save herself for marriage. '

'Good girl, sounds like your mother.' she teased.

'Yeah, well she was burning with sexual urges none the less. She loved my hands down her pants. Even better, she loved me licking her down there. I did it for hours. I really perfected my technique with her. She still tries to get together with me even though she's married with a kid.'

I suddenly felt panic shoot through me as I realized what just came out of my mouth. My mother was looking down at her second, almost gone, glass of chardonnay. She shook her head and giggle.

'I guess my baby wasn't the angel I though he was.'

'Aww, c'mon mom', glad she hadn't stormed out of the room in disgust, ' you remember being that age.'

'Yes, but I didn't have someone like you in my life, baby. Truth is, I've never had an orgasm.' 

I acted surprised but I always suspected this to be the truth. My father never struck me as being the 'attentive lover' type. Certainly masturbation would have been taboo amongst the women of her church-centered social group.

'Are you against exploring your sexual side? You're still a young, healthy and beautiful woman. You're missing out on one of life's best gifts.'

She smiled down at her wine and admitted, 'There's a young woman I go to school with. She reads all those trashy women's magazines. She'll let me borrow them and I'll occasionally read the sex advice articles. I swear, I don't even understand half the things they're talking about.' 

'Mom.... Have you ever, uh.... masturbated?'

She would have been perfectly right to tell me this conversation had drifted out of bounds and then excused herself for the night. It was obvious to me; she had yearned to have this conversation for a while, maybe for years.

'Honestly,' she looked at me with an embarrassed smile, then back down to her glass, 'I wouldn't even know how to do it.'

'Mom, you have to let me help you. I can teach you.'

'Oh baby, I don't know....'

'Tell you what, think about it. Then tomorrow night, if you want, I'll lay out my plan.'

She laughed out loud. 'A plan, huh? You're just a regular love master, aren't you, baby?'

'I just love you, mom. You're the most important person in the world to me. It's time you bloom into the complete woman you were meant to be.'

At this point, I was not thinking of bedding my mom. I was truly saddened by her repressed life up until now. I wanted only the best for her. That included indulging in the pleasures her body held hidden, waiting to be discovered. It didn't occur to me at that moment how this 'education' could find us in a very touchy situation. She finished her wine then came over to me as I stood up to go to my bedroom. She put her arms around me and we just held each other tight, in silence, for two minutes. She raised herself on her tip toes and kissed my cheek.

She whispered, 'I love you, baby. Thank you for everything. You can never understand what you mean to me.', then walk upstairs to her room.

The next evening, dinner was pleasant. We talked about her classes and I talked about work. We had a nice moscato with the meal. A bit sweet for my taste, but I knew she'd like it. We retired to the living room. After sitting through an 8pm comedy she enjoys, I turned off the tv and faced her.

'So, have you considered my offer?'

She placed her fingers to her chest, lowered her chin and in her best southern belle voice said, 'Why, baby, whatever do you mean?' 

'Now young lady, you know exactly what I mean.'

'I just want to hear this 'plan' of yours.' She smiled, 'I'm not promising I'll take you up on it though.'

'Fair enough, beautiful. You just keep your seat and wait here.'

I got up and jogged out to my car. I had been able to take a half day off from work and I used it go on a mini shopping spree. I came back in with two large sacks of presents. Mom was completely surprised.

'Baby! What is all this?'

'In order for us to accomplish this mission, you need to open up a side of you that has been closed your whole life. I'm thinking in about a week you'll be ready to masturbate. Between now and then, this stuff is going to help prepare your body and your mind.'

She put her hand over her open mouth, looked at the packages, looked at me, then just shook her head and laughed.

I first presented her with the candles and special 'sensual' bubble bath. 'You have that new, giant bathtub up there. I want you to take a bubble bath in the candlelight every evening after dinner. You need to become more open to pleasures of the senses.' 

She took the bubble bath container, read the label and nodded her head.

Next I gave her a book on the female orgasm. I have a 'friend-with-benefits' who works at a female oriented sex shop. She recommended the book for a beginner. It had diagrams of the female anatomy and good explanations on the physiology behind the orgasm. I didn't mention it was for my mother, of course. I just told her I needed to brush up on my own skills with the ladies.

'Uh-huh,' she smirked, 'we both know you don't need any brushing up.'

'So mom, I don't want you trying any of the techniques they describe yet. Just get familiar where things are located and how to approach masturbating when we're ready.'

She flipped through a few pages with wide eyes and half whispered, 'Oh my.'

Next, I gave her 14 pairs of matching silk bra and pantie sets. I hand-picked them myself. 

'I want you to wear these during the day, when you go to school, when you're shopping, making dinner. Caress yourself with silk all day long.' She rubbed the silk between her fingers. 'You are unbelievable, baby.'

Finally, I gave her the present I was most excited about, two 100% silk robes. One was red and the other ivory. They were conservative enough to reach her ankles when she wore it, but I had a condition.

'I want you to wear these, and ONLY these, after your bath each night.'

She normally spent the evening in whatever she wore that day, usually a frumpy blouse and jeans. And where did she get those jeans? They must have been popular with her church circle, because they were cut in a way that voided all sexiness.

'And when you go to bed, I need you to sleep in the nude, every night.'

'Baby, I appreciate all this. I really do. And since you went to all this effort and spent all this money, I will give it a shot. But it's kind of unfair that I have to be naked under a robe every night while you sit here fully clothed.'

'Mom, say no more. I was always the nude guy in a robe before you moved in. I'm gonna love being that guy again.'

She got up and gave me a long, warm hug we held for at least 3 or 4 minutes. Then she whispered,

'This is all kind of weird, don't you think? You are my son after all. Should we be so concerned with masturbating and orgasm?'

'I love you, mom. I have been waiting to take you away from that perverse church society for years. You can trust me. I will never hurt you. This is an important part of life. You need a guide who will only have your interest, your heart, your faith as his priority. There's no one like that on earth but me. We are together now, the time is right.'

I kissed her on the lips, softly. It lasted about ten seconds. It felt right, it felt perfect. When we parted, she buried her face in my chest and squeezed me. She took a long, deep breath through her nose then said, 'I love you so much, baby.'

The way our schedules fell, I never saw her in the morning. The next evening, I walked in the door and she threw herself into my arms for our end-of-day embrace. Dinner couldn't have been more typical. We listened to each other and laughed at the days stories. The whole time though, all I could think about was 'Is she wearing that silk underwear?' and 'Did she read about touching herself?' I kept that all to myself. Dinnertime conversation was an important part of the day for her. If I interjected our sexual experiment into it, I risked ruining everything. 

After dinner, I began to open a new bottle of wine I had just brought home as she was washing the dishes.

'Oooo... what kind did you get baby?'

'It's a surprise. You'll find out AFTER your bath. In fact, I'm going to draw it for you while you finish washing up.'

I grabbed a glass and took the bottle upstairs. I lit several candles all around the tub. I ran the water just hot enough so the aches and pains of the day would melt away. The bubble bath fragrance was intoxicating. If it was anyone else but my mom, I would have said, 'screw it' and gotten in myself. Finally, when the bath was ready, I poured a glass of a wonderful rare vintage I considered my all-time favorite and set it on the tub's edge.

I came downstairs as mom was wiping down the table. I walked up behind her, grabbed her by the shoulders, kissed her behind the ear and said, 'Your bath awaits.' She spun around, tossed the wash rag at me. Then with a sultry smile and an exaggerated flip of her hair, she turned and headed up the stairs. I called after her, 'Which robe are you wearing tonight?'

She replied, 'Speaking of that, you'd better be in one yourself when I come down.'

'No problem there,' I thought to myself. When I heard her bedroom door close, I raced up to my shower. When I was sufficiently clean, I sprayed on a slight bit of cologne I've never failed with. I then donned one of my favorite black silk robes and went downstairs to wait. 

It felt good to be so free in my house again. At the same time, I felt a little nervous, even a tinge of panic over my immodest state. I had never felt that before. I dimmed the lights a good bit. 

I was flipping through the television channels and I didn't hear mom walk down the stairs.

'What's with the romantic lighting'?

I turned my head just as she stepped off the final stair. I was amazed. I had never seen her look more beautiful. She had chosen the ivory robe. Her hair was done up in a bun, which accentuated the naked skin exposed from her neck to her chest where the robe closed. Her breasts were full and irresistible. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Not only were her breast lower than I had ever noticed, but her nipples poked through outrageously. The most striking feature of her appearance though was the glow of her face. It stemmed from a combination of happiness, confidence, self-discovery, slight embarrassment and love. I just fell in total and complete love with the woman there. She could have passed for an angel.

'Oh my God, you are gorgeous.'

I had planned on complementing her for the next week as a way to promote her sexual self-confidence. It was now apparent I wouldn't need to tie a string on my finger to remind myself to praise her.

'I... uh... you are unbelievably attractive, mom. I had no idea.' 

She smiled and put her face down. 'You need to stop.'

Even in the dimmed light, I could see she was blushing.

I turned off the tv and stood up. 'Have a seat, mom. I'll get you another glass of wine. '

'Oh yes, that one you brought home today is delicious.' She put her hand on her hip and looked me up and down when I stood up. 'Speaking of gorgeous, look at you in that little thing. Your sexy chest all exposed and your strong legs as well.'

I laughed as I went to the kitchen but actually it was my turn to blush. This had turned from day one of mother's education to the hottest first date of my life. I came back with two glasses and the rest of the bottle. I sat next to her on the loveseat. Normally I take the lounge chair during our evenings at home. 'So tell me about day one of our experiment.'

She took a long, deep drink. 'Well, I decided to go with the black bra and pantie combination you bought. It felt really strange at first. I definitely didn't feel as secure and held together, let's say, as I normally do. By about noon, I really started to enjoy the feeling. By 3pm, I swore I'd never wear anything else. '




Show Me How



My heart was pumping along with my imagination. 'So did you use the big bathroom mirror to look at yourself in your new underwear? How did you look?' I wanted details.

'Ha! It was horrible! I had hair coming out everywhere down there. Before I got out of the bath tonight, I shaved. I went with the landing strip style. At least that's what the book you got me calls it.'

My cock was expanding with a speed and resolve that was unstoppable. If I was going to be wearing a robe for the next week, there would be no way to avoid the issue.

'Mom, I am so proud of you for doing this and I am grateful you trust me I have to tell you, this is obviously a very intimate thing and you are more attractive than any woman I have been in the presence of. I need you to understand that over the next week I am going to get erections, ok? I don't want you to freak out over it or lose your nerve for this undertaking. If anything, take it as a compliment. I will hide it as best I can. Unfortunately, you're gonna know it's there.'

She gave a shaky giggle. 'Hmmm, just don't put anybody's eye out with that thing and we'll be ok.'

She tried to sound unfazed but she was obviously a bit unnerved. I imagine her experience with a sexually aroused male was limited to a few brief and awkward fumblings in the dark. I'm sure being so close to a virile, sexually knowledgeable man in his physical prime, wrestling 8 inches of hot, girthy cock while he's guiding you to a world of sensual satisfaction had to be overwhelming. Especially when that man was her son. 

She drained her glass and I poured her the rest of the bottle. 'So tell me about the bath. You smell wonderful.'

She leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled. 'Oh baby, it was heaven.' She slowly ran her hands up and down her silk-covered arms. 'I'm a little frightened though. I've come to love so much pleasure in one day; I may be a nymphomaniac by the end of the week!'

'Well mom, after so many years of keeping that side of you bottled up, maybe a bit of nymphomania is in order.'

We laughed over that. We then watched the late news together. I spent the half hour trying to mentally tame my rebellious erection. I had it mostly flaccid by the end of the news and it was time to say goodnight. She stood up then pulled me to my feet. Our embrace was long and full-bodied. I could feel her crotch on my upper thigh, our bellies pressing together, her beasts flatted against my chest. The body heat was there. If I didn't know we were in our robes, I would have sworn we embraced skin-on-skin.

I whispered in her ear, 'Are you totally naked under there as we discussed?'

'Of course.' She whispered back, 'Can't you tell?'

'I'd better check' I said as I slid my hands down to her ass. I palmed each round, firm cheek. They fit perfectly in my big hands. She wasn't wearing panties.

She leaned her upper body away from mine with a look of mock shock.

'You fresh thing! How dare you?!'

I gave her ass a couple nice squeezes. 'Gotta make sure you're in compliance if this is going to work.'

She pulled herself tightly against me again and whispered, 'I have no doubt this is going to work.'

My cock began to swell again quickly. I panicked. So I spun her around and gave her butt a light slap. 

'Off to bed with you. I'm losing control of my little friend.'

'I wouldn't call that thing little.' She giggled as she trotted up the stairs.

That night, for the first time, I unabashedly fantasied about my mother. I came twice before falling asleep.

I stopped at my friend's sex shop on my way home from work the next evening. I bought a book of erotic fiction aimed at the female reader. 

The evening progressed as the night before. We enjoyed a pleasant meal and conversation without anything sexual being mention. Then after dinner, I drew my mom her bath while she cleaned up. We met again in the living room, lit for a romantic evening. We sat together on the loveseat, freshly cleaned and in only our robes. I told her, for the rest of the week, instead of tv, I would be reading her a selection from the book of erotic stories I purchased.

She tucked her legs under her and leaned into me as I draped my arm around her shoulder, holding the book in the other hand. I had gotten lucky with this book. All the stories we well written and extremely hot. After about 20 minutes and a glass of wine, my mother started squirming in sexual agitation. I look at her. I could see her face and upper chest was flush.

I softly asked, 'You want me to keep reading?'

'Yes, c'mon, please. Yes.' She insisted.

'Ok, I've got to adjust first. I'm sorry about this.' I had discreetly tucked my cock between my balls and my thigh when we first sat down and it was still manageable. Now, while reading erotic stories next to my near naked, hot and bothered mother, my swollen rod had broken out of its confines. It obscenely lay across my thigh. The proverbial elephant in the room... or at least its trunk.

'Baby, don't worry about it. If the point of reading these stories, the underwear, the baths, everything is to awaken my sexual hunger, than let it do what it wants to. It's turning me on more than everthing else put together.'

I was so relieved. 

She leaned her face close to my ear and whispered, 'Keep reading.'

I continued with the story. My mother lightly ran her hand up and down my thigh as I read. Every time my cock would throb or buck, she'd let out a little gasp or coo. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to finish that story and not rip her robe open and bury my face in her pussy.

When I did finally finish, my mom leaned back and fanned herself with her hand.

'Baby, I don't know what your plan is, but I think I'm almost there.'

We stood and embraced in our good night hug. My giant erection was pressed between us. It was a shocking feeling. 

She placed her lips to my cheek and moaned. Then she whispered, 'You're such a man. You make me so wet.'

She let me go and turned towards the stairs. I dumbfounded at her admission. She turned back towards me when she reached the staircase.

'By the way, you didn't check tonight, but I am in compliance.' She opened her robe, exposing her naked body to me. Her body was the vision of ultimate feminine beauty. She had a little bit of a tummy, a little bit of roundness to her hips that a ripped fitness model or starved actress would never have. Her's was a body of a WOMAN. He breasts were capped with red half dollar areolas and fat nipples that caused my cock to surge to a hardness it had never known. She had done a beautiful job trimming her pussy hair. Her inner thighs glistened with the copious lubrication she had confessed to.

She exposed herself for no more than 3 seconds. Then she laughed out loud as she covered back up and bounded to her room. 

'This is an exercise in pleasure for her, torture for me.' I reflected to myself. I concluded her flashing me was simply girlish fun. She's breaking free for the first time in her life. Everything we've done to this point has been under my direction, I rationalized. She wouldn't be trying to bed me, right?

The next night, she came downstairs from her after dinner bath looking as hot as ever. I patted the space next to me on the loveseat. Our wine was poured and I had a scorching story ready to go.

'I think I'm ready to try tonight, baby.'

'Oh, uh, ok. Here, have a seat and a glass of vino. I'll go prepare your room.'

I suddenly realized I didn't have a plan for this final act. I guess I assumed she'd eventually get so turned on she'd take matters into her own hands. I had envisioned her seeing me the next day, giving me a big hug and saying, 'Guess what?! I touched myself last night... and I came!'

Instead of this being spontaneous, it was going to be 'an event'. I brought my portable stereo into her room. I had a nice 80 minute disc of lovemaking jazz that I often used with various lovers. I lit candles around the room and changed her sheets to some fresh linen.

'I think we're ready mom!' I called down the stairwell. 

She walked in a minute later. 'Oh my...'

'So... Enjoy. I'll be downstairs when you're done.'

'Wait, what am I supposed to do?'

'Well mom, you want to get naked. Then get between the sheets. Caress yourself while imagining making love to the most desirable person you know of. Focus on you clitoris and vagina eventually. Then just ride the pleasure home.'

She looked unsure of herself. 'Ok then.'

I kissed her cheek then left. I was mad that this moment had come without a solid game plan in place. She deserved better.

I tried to read an erotic story, hoping time would fly by and she would soon come bounding down the stairs in post-orgasmic joy. But time dragged. I looked up at the clock every 2 minutes. Finally after 10 minutes had gone by, I couldn't resist the urge to put my ear to her door and listed to what was happening. I started to softly climb the stairs when she emerged from her room at the top. She wasn't wearing her robe, only covering her nakedness by holding it up to her body. Her right breast was peeking out from behind. 

She looked down at me, 'Baby, this isn't working. I'm so horny and I don't know what to do. This is so frustrating!'

She was on the verge of tears.

I reached the top of the stairs. I put my arms around her. 'Ok mom, it's going to be fine. Here, let's try again.'

I guided her back in the bedroom. Her naked back was totally exposed to me. Her ass looked so delicious. We walked to the edge of the bed. I lifted up the top sheet with one hand and she allowed me to take her robe away with the other. She crawled between the sheets and moved to the middle of the bed. I sat on its edge, thinking about what direction I could offer.

In the softest, sweetest voice I've ever heard her use, she asked, 'Aren't you coming in with me?'

'Are you sure, mom?

'It's ok, baby. We'll both be under the covers. I just need to feel you next to me, I think. Just this first time.'

I walked over to a chair on the far side of the room, took off my robe and laid it down, then walk back to the bed. My cock was extended its full, thick 8 inches. It had an upward hook to its shape because I was so turned on. My mom's eyes were on me the whole time.

'Baby, your body is beautiful.'

I slid between the sheets. My mom immediately reached for me. We locked together in a naked embrace. The skin to skin contact was startling. I was aware of her pubic hair tickling the underside of my hard on. She held me tight and breathed heavily through her nose. After a few minutes, I gently broke our embrace and guided her on her back. I was lying on my left side, facing her. Her head was resting on my left arm. She turned her head toward me and our noses touched. I could feel the moisture in her breath as she exhaled.

I gently grabbed the back of her right hand with mine. I placed her palm lightly on her belly. I guided her hand with mine.

'First we slowly circle your stomach. Feel the sensation of your hand touching your skin.'

She looked into my eyes with wonder and lust. She was breathing out of her open mouth. She could only nod at the directions I gave.

'Then we'll slide our hand up to you left breast. Cup it. Give it a warm squeeze.'

My hand manipulated hers through every step. She reacted with a sharp intake of breath when we fondled her tit. 

'Then we run your hand up your chest, around the side of your neck, behind your ear.'

She closed her eyes for a moment and moaned at the sensation.

'We go back down your neck, down your chest and caress your other breast. Take the nipple and give it a tug.'

I use my thumb and forefinger to make hers capture that fat bud. She closed her eyes again and groaned.

'Are you thinking of being with someone?'

She looked me in the eyes and nodded aggressively.

'Good. Now let's go back down your body. Take a right before we touch your pubic hair. Rest your hand on your upper thigh. Now, spread your legs. Lift up your knees so the bottoms of your feet are on the bed. Good, now place your left hand on the top of your left thigh.'

At this point I took my hand off hers. As unbelievably intimate as we were at that moment, I was still in the mindset of an instructor helping a student. It did not occur to me we might be on the doorstep to becoming full blown lovers.

'Now run your hands slowly up and down your thighs a couple times. Good. Now, run your hand down the inside of your thighs. Stop at your pussy and lightly hold it.' Her eyes were closed again. Her tongue unconsciously licked her lips.

'Let your left hand wander around the rest of your body. Take your right hand....'

Her eyes opened up. She grabbed my right hand and guided it to her burning box. 

'Show me how.' she breathed into my mouth. The look on her face was a mix of love, lust and desperation. 

She laid my hand right on her pussy. I was amazed at the heat and the moisture. I could sense the want and the need radiating from her womanhood. I lightly squeezed her clit and vagina between my middle and forefinger. Then I gently rolled the flesh caught between my fingers. She grabbed the back of my head with her left hand. She roughly brought my ear down to her mouth and whispered,

'Oh baby! That feels incredible! I've wanted you to touch me for so long...'

I was caught up in the passion of the moment. There was no analyzing, no room for regret, no weighing consequences. I ran my middle finger from just above her sphincter to her clitoral hood. It was like running your finger through hot melted butter. Her mouth searched for mine. We kissed with pure, open mouth abandon. We spoke our love and our lust for each other wordlessly. My fingertips began turning rhythmic clockwise circles around her clitoris. She let out little cries and moans that sounded almost inhuman. Her pelvis instinctively gyrated with my hand. I slowly inserted my middle finger inside her. Her kissing became desperate, wild. She buried her face in my neck then bit it hard. She kissed and licked her way up to my ear. Her breathing was short, fast pants and gasps. it sounded like a hurricane in my ear as she licked and bit me.

I hooked my finger buried inside her and started to fuck her with it. I caressed the frontal wall of her vagina with every stroke. I began to feel the tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm. The raunchy, sexy sound of my digit sloshing in and out of her bucking pussy was all I could hear. Our tongues were twisting and twirling around each other. Suddenly, she pushed herself away from me a couple inches. She looked me in the eyes with a combination of fear and amazement.

'Baby? BA-by?! Oh-my-God, BABY??!!!'

Her pussy grabbed my finger like a hot silk vise. Her eyes closed shut and her back arched up of the bed. She stayed in this state of tension for about 15 second. Then from the deep inside her emanated heavy, rapidly pulsating contractions. She cried, 'baaaaaAAAAAABYYYYYYY!' and trashed onto her left side, throwing my finger out of her. She slammed her right hand on to the bed and grabbed a fist-full of sheet. She lay trembling there for about a minute, trying to catch her breath. I simply kept my hands off her and watched it all. I had never seen such an intense orgasm in my life.

After a minute, her breathing returned to normal. She flipped on to her right side and we were face to face. We kissed softly, in silence, for several minutes. She then pulled back and caressed my face. 

'Oh baby, that was... incredible. I love you so, so, SO much! Oh my God. Baby, what did you do to me?'

'Mission accomplished, mom.'

To be continued upon request...



Show Me How Conclusion



- an addendum to Show Me How. Thanks for the love (an criticism) - S.S. 

*

I laid back and closed my eyes. Mom snuggled up to me, her head on my chest, my arm around her. She placed her outside leg across my upper thighs. Her knee nudged my semi-erect member. Her arm rested lightly on my chest. She hummed a deep contented sigh. The wetness that had issued so hotly from her and soaked her crotch had already cooled. I felt it dampen my hip as she pressed her pelvis to me. 

Light post-orgasmic tremors shook her body. She purred like a content kitten. At the height of masturbating my mother, I had strongly considered mounting her so we might climax together. Now I was glad I didn't. This was a gift a love, purely for her. If I had taken her while she was in the throes of passion, she could have seen all of this as an elaborate set up. She might have seen it as a betrayal of her trust. Of course I was painfully in need now. My balls ached from hovering at such an intense state of sexual excitement, only to descend from that peak without sweet release.

I held my mother in the dimly lit room. The air was warm and heavy with a narcotic mix of scented candles and her arousal. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. At some point in the middle of the night, mom got up to use the bathroom. The sound of water running in the sink woke me up. The door was open and the bathroom light was on. I took in the sight of her naked form as she washed her hands and face. My unmercifully teased cock once again swelled as I watched the reflection of her breasts swaying and bumping into each other. I fought the urge to crawl out of bed and bury my face between her dimpled ass cheeks.

She turned off the light when she was finished. Only the glow from her alarm clock's display illuminated our forms. The candles had burnt themselves out. She slid into the bed next to me. 

'Baby? Are you awake?' she whispered.

I turned to face her. I placed my hand on her bare shoulder and brought my face to hers. Her lips were slightly parted as I lightly pressed mine to hers. We held the kiss like that for several seconds; feeling the warmth of each other's mouth, barely touching, our lips still swollen from the unconstrained biting and sucking during her passionate masturbation session. Now our breath intermingled in a kiss that expressed pure open-hearted intimacy.

She withdrew but a few millimeters and breathed, 'Are you ok, baby? What are you thinking?'

'Being with you like this is bliss.' I whispered back, 'I was waiting for a red light to pop into my head. Some impulse that told me this was wrong. It never came, mom. Every step of this has felt right. Being your guide, sharing this ecstasy, this closeness -- it feels exactly where I ought to be.'

She kissed me. The emotion it expressed told me she felt the same. 

'Baby, the orgasm you gave me was... just unbelievable.' She reached between our bodies and took my upturned erection in her hand. 'But you have wakened a deeper desire inside me. Please, please make love to me.'

I gasped at her touch. Her grip was light. She only moved her hand an inch one way, then an inch the other. Yet the feel of this woman's hand surpassed any pleasure my previous lovers had ever given me. I placed my forehead to hers and groaned,

'I love you so much. Yes, let me love you. Let me satisfy your every need. '

She let go of my manhood and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed with a heat born of equal parts raw lust and pure love. I ran my hand down the side of her naked body. When I reached her knee, I drew her leg over my hip. She hooked her leg behind me and drew our bodies together. My erection snaked its way between her legs. I felt the damp heat of her enflamed need on the top-side of my shaft. As we sucked, bit and licked each other's mouth, her hips instinctively rocked back and forth on my organ. Her clit bumped and glided on the vainy shaft.

I reached between us and pawed one of her sweat-slick breasts. She roughly turned my head so she could bite my earlobe. She then begged, 'Please baby. I need you so bad. Fill me, please.' Still lying on our sides, I tilted my hips so the head of my hard on nestled between her labia. It felt like a soaking wet kiss on my prick's head. I pulled back and ran my length through those petals, lubricating myself well in the process. I turned my mom on her back. I held myself above her at arm's length, poised between her open legs, the underside of my cock teasing her clit as I slowly gyrated. I gazed down at this lust-drunk beauty. Her large breasts were spilling off to each side. I leaned down a captured one fat nipple in my mouth and lovingly sucked. She moaned and reached for my rod with both hands. I kissed my way up her neck while she jerked me. When my mouth met hers, our kiss was more controlled. It was about to happen and the moment was overwhelming for both of us. 

I broke the lip lock and whispered, 'Put me inside you.'

She was sopping wet and I was hard as iron. Still, her neglected womanhood was tight. When my swollen head gained entrance, my mother's nails raked across my back. She had a look of fearful determination on her face. She wordlessly nodded her head when I asked if she was alright. I started gently rocking my girth in and out. Slowly, a half inch of probing became an inch.. then an inch became three. Eventually her body accepted me. Her pussy felt searing hot. 

Once the trauma of entering her passed, she began to cry silently. I asked her if she wanted me to stop but she emphatically shook her head 'no'. She grabbed my head with both hands and assaulted my mouth and face with kisses as my 8 inches began to slid in and out of her. I could taste the salt and feel the wetness from her tears on my face. The rhythm of our coupling was slow, steady and loving. 

My mother's words were interspersed with sobs. 'I need you like this forever. I could never live without this now. I feel complete for the first time in my life. Oh baby.. Baby! I'm coming again! Oh my God! Baby?! Oh my God!'

I didn't think we had sufficiently built up to an orgasm. It seemed to hit her out of nowhere, fast and hard. The walls of her pussy convulsed around my cock. In turn, the control I normally possessed disappeared. I had an instant to decide whether to pull out or cum inside her. I abandoned myself to instinct and buried myself as deep as I could penetrate. Jet after jet shot out of me. We locked eyes for a moment once it began then came together in an urgent kiss that completed out union. Both of our bodies convulsing in mutual ecstasy. 

I shuddered as my prick continued to jerk and buck within her. Our kisses evolved into soft assurances of love. I could feel my arms begin to tremble so I had to withdraw and lay on my back. My mom moaned in disappointment when I slipped out of her. She cuddled up to my side and breathed in my ear.

'That was the greatest moment of my life, baby. I love you so, so much.'

'Nothing could ever approach what we've just unlocked. Let me love you like that forever, mom.'

'No need to ask. You own me now baby, body and soul.'



Show Me How You Cum



You know how much I love to watch you jack off. Give me show, stroke it like you never stroked it before. Make it hard, stroke it until it stands straight up, tease and squeeze it. Concentrate on what makes it feel the best, wrap your hand around your cock and squeeze it tight all the way from the balls to your swollen head. Run your hand over the head as if you were rubbing it against my plump pussy. That's it rub it, ah oh my god I love it when you do that, feel my clit stick out as your cum hole glides across. That's it, push between the lips, push your bulging head so you can feel my hot swollen clit. Oh yeah, can you feel my clit swell even more as your cock lubes my pussy.

Let your fingertips slide up and down, slowly, softly, tracing over and around your swollen hot rod, wherever it is that makes it feel good... Do it... Make yourself hot... Show me what you can do... Jerk it hard, very hard... Now pour some more lube on right at the top... I want to watch it run down to your hand as you stoke, that's it... Spread that goo all over your rock hard shaft.

Imagine I am there with you, right now, watching you. Can you see me, aroused, hot, my hand between my thighs, stroking my hot pussy, masturbating, right there, next to you. My nipples sticking out through the holes in the fishnet top I have on aching for attention. With each stroke, I get more and more turned on, I need you to show me what you can do to get yourself off. My clit is so hard I can stroke it as you stroke yours. As I pull my hand away, you can see it sticking out from my pussy lips. Take a good look before I turn on my pump and have it suck me off. Don't worry, you will still be able to see my clit through the clear silicone bulb as it sucks and tugs. Oh my, see how it just covers my clit and how the pulsating sucking makes my clit even bigger. The suction is so strong I can pull on the hose and it will not come off, now I can jerk it like your jerking you cock. Oh, this feels so incredibly nasty, watching you watching me. 

Do you want me to come for you? I usually like to hold off as long as I can, sometimes for hours until I cannot take it and then I cum so hard I almost pass out. Watching you stroking your cock has got me so turned on that I want to cum. Lucky for me I can cum over and over to the point where after a while it is just one long cum. See me start to shake, oh fuck her it goes but, don't cum yet, just watch me. See how my butt starts to wiggle back and forth, as I tug harder on the hose. Oh, my god that feels so good, it is so juicy it's starting to make a slurping sound. Ah, Ok, I can breathe again. Wow, that was so good.

Now, I need to watch you, I want to cum again while I watch you. I want that, very much. Want to see you touch yourself, tease yourself, get yourself hot, drive yourself crazy as I watch you. I want you to bring yourself to the most powerful, intense orgasm, right there in front of me. I want you to show me how you love to stroke yourself, to concentrate on the touch of your hands on your cock, stroking yourself, caressing yourself, arousing yourself.

Do you want to feel like my mouth slip over the head of your cock and slide between my lips? Sucking it in so far it is all the way down my throat until my face is against your body. Imagine that as you grab your cock with both hands, sliding it back and forth... slowly... twisting and turning your hands as they slide over the length of your cock... a little faster now... a little more... yes, oh yes...I love watching you... You turn me on so much... 

Touching yourself for me, masturbating for me as I am watching you, right now.

God yes... ooohhh... aaahhh... that's it... 

Stop... 

I want you to cum so much... but not yet, just a little longer. I want you to think about your cock sliding deep into my pussy so hot and so tight... feel me... grind your hips against me. Watch as I play with my tits, pulling my head up to take a nipple into my mouth... Sucking... nibbling... biting... 

As your cock slides harder, deeper into my hot pussy so wet now... so wet and hot... sucking your cock into me. Squeezing around your thrusting cock... as you fuck me deeper... Groaning with each thrust... 

I'm watching you, watching as you show me just how good you can take care of that throbbing rod... 

God how I love watching you... 

Seeing you get yourself off drives me insane. I am trembling now, my body jerking and spasming as I watch you get closer and closer... Almost ready to shoot your hot load, hearing you gasp with each thrust. Harder and harder, faster and faster. Your making me so hot... my clit is so swollen... so swollen as I jerk on it just like you are jerking on yours... and my clit is throbbing... and pulsing... You know how I want to feel your cock, throbbing hard swelling in my hot pussy and you know I am going to cum. You know you are driving me wild, you know I want to watch you to shoot... shoot it like a cannon... watch as all your hot spunk flies through the air... 

Talk to me. Tell me how your cock feels. What is it like when your cock is getting to the point you can't hold back... you're so close... and you're ramming your cock so hard wanting to come... oh god your stroking it so fast your body stiffens with anticipation of shooting your hot load all over my throbbing pussy... ohhhh god... cum for me... 

Oh god please cum... Cum all over my pussy, I want to see it shoot, I can't hold back any longer... god cum with me.... 

now... 



Show Me Mine



THURSDAY NIGHT

It took him a while to spot her. In the shadows of the bonfire facial features were hard to identify, especially with that many people around.

Not to mention the ten years that had passed since he had last seen her. A person could change a lot in ten years. A whole lot.

But she hadn't. 

Wow!

As soon as she stepped out of the night shadows and closer to the security tape around the bonfire he instantly recognized her. The recent photos he had seen of her had not been touched up or exaggerated. She looked amazingly like she did in 1997. He had forgotten how tall she was. She was probably five nine.

Alan still wasn't about to make a fool of himself. He tapped the shoulder of a young boy standing close by.

"Who's the lady in the red sweat shirt and jeans over there?" 

The kid looked and replied.

"Are you talking about Mrs. Spencer?"

"O-o-o-h-h-h, that's right. Mrs. Spencer," Alan tried to pass it off as if it just hit him.

"Pretty damned hot to be forty, huh?" The little punk obviously had more than a passing interest. 

"She's gorgeous. She taught me more than ten years ago." She was thirty-eight but Alan wasn't going to bring it up. He just wanted positive identification.

There wasn't a lot of time to waste. Making sure the kid wasn't paying any attention he slipped through the crowd to "bump" into her.

It was the last Thursday night in October and the big bonfire was part of the rituals of high school homecoming in the little town. Alan's class was being honored at its tenth anniversary. He had seen a few of his old classmates but wanted to avoid them for a while. He had no real interest in them. At the moment he was on a mission and her name was Karen Spencer.

He had identified her. Now he had to introduce himself. He had mentally practiced it, rehearsed it. He wanted to be suave, not the bumpkin he was when he left years ago.

Karen took one look at Alan as he approached and immediately recognized him. She had seen the list of ex students that had responded to the homecoming invitations and knew he was on it. She couldn't quite understand the intimate air of excitement that she had been experiencing since seeing his name but it was definitely there. 

And now, so was he. And was he ever! After ten years he had matured from being just a teenage athletic "hunk" to a really attractive man.

Zing! There it was, right between her legs. Even after ten years the thoughts of him still caused it. The fact that for years her husband loved to cultivate and tease her with erotic thoughts about Alan didn't help to quell it.

She wanted to act surprised to see him, to be really clever or something. So she laughed, looked about and then said in a low voice, "You want your camera back, Alan? I still have it. I'm afraid the batteries are dead."

Once she said it she felt really stupid! How ridiculous! She was acting like a teenager. Not to mention the batteries weren't dead, not as many times as she had changed them!

Alan cringed. So much for her not recognizing him. At the very end of his senior year two of his best friends had talked him into hiding a camera on some boxes under her desk one day when she was wearing a really short skirt. The little camera was digital, remotely operated and should have silently gone off without a hitch.

One dropped ballpoint pen ended that. Karen never once said a word, choosing to ignore it at the time and then calmly confiscated the camera after the class was over. Not once did she ever mention it the rest of that year and he certainly wasn't about to ask for it.

"How did you know?" Alan sheepishly asked. So much for being suave.

Karen laughed. She loved his discomfort. It helped shake her personal jitters.

"Kids talk, Alan. Kids talk." 

She was lying. Nobody had ever said a word. But for all his abilities in the classroom and on the athletic field back then she had known that Alan was still a big trickster, bordering on troublemaker.

Besides, his obvious attention to her his senior year couldn't be dismissed. That he was infatuated by the young teacher was extremely transparent to her. That wasn't new. It was quite common for a kid to have a crush on a teacher, especially a young beautiful one. 

That she strongly returned the interest had to be cleverly and totally disguised. Although she had been a newlywed at the time she still couldn't ignore his lavish attention to her because he was a good-looking guy, student or not. The evening after she had confiscated his camera she secretly strolled through the digital photos that had been taken. Of the thirty two pictures on the camera not only were there eight very explicit photos of her open crotch but also several pictures of Alan and his friends that had not been cleared before the prank. It was obvious who owned the camera. 

There had also been over a dozen more candid shots of her that made Karen's senses tingle in a place that they should not...especially for a new bride. Alan definitely had more than a mild interest in her! Almost all the other snapshots had caught her in impromptu poses where she was displaying an abundant amount of breasts and legs.

Karen remembered that, at the time, she had smirked. It was too bad for him that his little scheme hadn't worked. She hadn't been wearing a stitch under that short skirt that day and in the eight photos taken under her desk her exposed pussy was very obvious albeit dimly lit. When she had put the camera aside that night ten years before she couldn't explain her shaking hands.

Maybe it was his obvious attention to her back then...maybe it was his many attempts to photograph her. Whatever it was, he was the one student that she couldn't seem to forget even long after they had graduated. And her thoughts about him weren't always those appropriate for a married woman, teacher or not.

And now he was here. She wondered what really brought him back.

Alan shifted from foot to foot in the firelight. God, she was beautiful! The short cropped dark hair and perfect body was a reminder that she was a physical education teacher. Fifteen years of chasing teenagers on a playing field all day had kept her in shape.

Karen broke the awkward silence.

"Where has life taken you, Alan? The last I saw of you I believe you were college bound to Florida." She knew damned well where he had gone.

Alan thankfully took her lead. Yes, a football scholarship at a small school had produced a degree but no pro ball aspects. He had quickly found he was much smarter than he was fast. Married four years now, no children, work and live in Miami in the sporting goods industry.

And her?

Still married to Roger, the same Roger Spencer that coached him way back then. Roger was the head football coach now.

Nope, no kids here, either. Just never happened. Too late now.

Alan nodded and carefully watched what he said. He already knew all of this information and knew it would be very easy to give him away. He had to bite his tongue. He really wanted to blurt out, "How's your sex life?"

She could have answered, "You wouldn't believe me."

He would have said, "Yes, I think I do."

It was a good time for an intervention. Suddenly there were faces everywhere, smiling people from years past. It became a jumble of words, names, places.

Alan was as swallowed up as she. Then, noisy dispersal with the acknowledgements that they would all see each other at the game Friday night and again at the Homecoming dance Saturday night.

As they all left toward their cars Karen purposely slowed, allowing Alan to stay at her side. Some small chat, nothing major.

She was at her car. He hesitated as she got in, said good-bye and then he walked away. Was he missing an opportunity here? 

A voice came out of her opened window.

"Hey."

He turned.

"I looked." Very softly spoken.

She laughed as she drove away. It was evil of her but he had reacted like a little boy when she first mentioned it an hour ago. She had gained confidence through his obvious embarrassment.

He blushed. She could have only meant one thing.

The photos in the camera!

Alan drove around the small town. There was no nightlife here and his room in a motel twenty miles away was not exactly a beacon for an early night. He tried to remember things and places. He finally gave up the façade. He knew exactly where he was going and why. 

One slow pass and he could see her car in the driveway. These little towns never changed. Everybody still lived where they did ten years before. He parked his car down the street in a dark parking spot and slipped back in the darkness. Old habits came forward, old tendencies. This wasn't his first visual forage at their expense.

Ten years before in his youth, Alan had occasionally slipped around to the back of their small home and watched her. Them, really. Hidden in the darkness he had probably watched them a dozen times back then, mostly just watching as they got undressed. However, twice he caught them making love with the lights on. It was a wonder his young heart had survived it!

Tonight was no different. A blast from the past provided by a window not quite curtained all the way and soft voices barely filtering through the glass panes.

Karen undressed slowly. What a body! The few pounds she had put on over the years had made her voluptuous, not fat!

Alan let himself believe it was a show she was putting on just for him. Then Roger walked in.

"See anybody tonight?" He asked casually. He had been tied up in a coach's meeting.

"Yeah, lots of the older kids."

"Anybody in particular?" 

She thought a second. She was hesitating for a reason. She couldn't quite decide whether or not to divulge this information.

"I saw Alan Baker," she finally volunteered. She was such a wimp! She never hid anything from Roger.

Alan watched eagerly for Roger's reaction. Not much there.

"Oh, yeah?" Roger had to casually hide his excitement.

He walked up behind Karen and slipped her bra off. It froze Alan in place. Did he get lucky tonight? Her breasts were even more beautiful than he remembered. Full, tight, tipped with massive nipples.

"So, did Alan touch you?"

Alan was startled! 

Karen only turned her head away. It bothered her that Roger would bring Alan up at that very moment. Seeing the youngster who had become a handsome mature man had excited her and somehow Roger knew.

"Oh, cut it out. He was just a kid." Openly, she dismissed her husband's thoughts. What couldn't be ignored was the definite sensation between her legs. She hoped it wasn't apparent.

It was apparent. Very apparent. Roger could feel the sensual little undulations her body was making and wisely scaled back his explicit suggestions. Instead, he quietly let her react to any erotic sensations she harbored on her own at the moment. It was the right thing to do. She was already so absorbed with the emotions stirred up by her chance meeting with Alan that she didn't need Roger's lurid comments.

And it damned sure wasn't the first time Roger had brought him up!

For some reason, after the first few years of their marriage Roger began to mention Alan. She knew they had been pretty close as player and coach but it was uncanny when it happened. Without fail it was just as she was building to an orgasm that he would slip a little thought in, a little innuendo about Alan's senior year. The first time it happened she exploded, then turned him over and gave him her best fuck in years. 

After that he did it often, always at the right time and always with wonderful results. It was easy for him to visualize his wife being ridden by the young buck to fulfill her demanding sexual consumption. And it certainly wasn't difficult for her to imagine herself with her legs wrapped around that young athletic body.

Oh, yeah! Ever since they had met, sweet Karen Spencer had always had a huge appetite for cock! But when he teased her about Alan it seemed to be especially voracious. 

It wasn't as if Karen was totally without a clue. She knew how she reacted to the mention of Alan. But it was just some fun, an exciting stimulus for her and Roger when their sexual activities had started to wane. Just role-playing. Wasn't it?

But as she stood in front of her husband and a hidden Alan that Thursday night she knew that in the past six months Roger had begun to mention Alan more than just casually. She realized it had become more than just an every week thing. What surprised her about it all was that even with the increased episodes she would still have the same reactions. The mention of Alan caused her to fuck like a cheap whore! Now that he was here she certainly couldn't ignore the titillating sensations plundering her wet pussy.

Standing out in the dark Alan had no idea of what was passing through the heads of his two unwitting subjects. He knew what was passing though his own swollen head...both it and the long cock on which it crowned was hard as a rock!

He waited in the chilly darkness and questioned himself. What in the world was he doing? To be caught would be devastating in many more ways than one! But he just couldn't move.

Alan watched as Roger's fingers found her nipples, teasing them until there was an audible submission. Then panties, the bikini briefs slipping to the floor. Black bush in abundance there. No razor was coming close to that thicket!

He pushed Karen against the bed and then gently down until she was on her back. Her legs were guided up, his hands slowly placing them on each of his shoulders. 

The teasing began. Roger had hardly given Karen a chance to begin her usual whimpering before he made an announcement.

"You're soaking wet." 

It was a statement loud enough for Alan to hear. He was as elated as Roger!

Karen silently acknowledged Roger's discovery. Yes, she was very wet. She wanted a cock very, very badly. 

She knew it was not to be, that she would only be tantalized and teased instead. She still pleaded her case.

"Please, Roger. Not tonight." Her voice was soft, begging. She knew what was about to happen. She had been through it many, many times before in the past few years and every night for the past ten days.

Roger proved her intuition to be right. As Alan watched from his dark perch Roger went through his routine, teasing her unmercifully, using his fingers and mouth with an expertise that even Alan appreciated. 

Obviously, so did Karen. For all her protesting she relented, moaning softly under the touch, her body moving slowly in a rhythm with his hands and mouth. When his mouth found her clit she turned her head and moaned loudly, providing the hidden Alan a perfect view of her contorted expression.

Twenty minutes. The teasing went on for at least that long. Roger left little to want with his hands and mouth. Karen begged, desperately needing much more tonight than just hands and mouth. 

Alan could only watch with a heart beating so hard surely it was audible. He had no idea when, during those twenty minutes, his hard cock came out and was sliding slowly in his hand.

Then, the gentle switch of positions. Alan didn't understand it at first. Roger planned it. Karen moaned about it. To her, it was pretty much a standard development. She knew it was coming while hoping it wasn't.

Roger slid around until he was positioned behind her head. Grasping each of her legs he pulled them up and back, allowing his big hands to keep sliding up until he had her by the ankles. Her feet were spread wide to each side of her shoulders. 

Alan almost lost it! In the bright light, Karen's heavily thatched crotch was spread wide and totally exposed directly in front of him. There wasn't more than six feet from his face to her hungry pussy.

It was there! All of it!! The wetness, the fullness of her lips, the swollen redness of her clitoris. All of it for his most intense inspection.

Roger ignored her pussy as well as her awkward position. Instead, he concentrated on her upper torso and head, smothering her with his mouth and tongue until she couldn't ignore the barrage.

Alan was new to the game...he couldn't imagine where this was going. 

Roger did...he routinely demanded it. 

Karen did...she always ultimately relented to it. 

However, she didn't know that on this particular night and the month of nights preceding it she wasn't being just seduced or teased. Instead, she was being carefully primed.

Slowly, reluctantly, Karen's right hand moved. It started high on her knees first, fingertips brushing sensitive skin before moving. It was slow, deliberate. The long trip to her waiting pussy was antagonizing. Alan wondered if the long delay was for her enjoyment or Roger's. He let his mind wander and proposed recklessly that it was actually for him. He was pretty close to the truth!

When she reached that promise land Alan fully expected her fingers to quicken, her pussy to explode in self-induced ecstasy. Not so. Even though Alan's own wife would have hastened it under the same circumstances, Karen did not. This was a game that had been running for a long, long time. Years at the least. She knew what she was doing, what Roger wanted and expected of her.

Karen thought of Alan, wondering where he was at the time. She knew she could hold back...Roger couldn't. After ten minutes of watching her moan and writhe under her self indulgence Roger suddenly released her ankles and stroked himself quickly into a semen shower that went over her head and covered her chest. Then, and only then, did she speed up. 

Alan came. He couldn't possibly control it as he watched her perform a slow body dance that ended up as an uncontrolled thrashing about on the bed. The difference was that he had to remain quiet.

Not Karen Spencer!

She bellowed unladylike and moaned her pleasure.

Then, they lay perfectly still. None of them had left anything on the board.

Karen again thought of Alan. How odd that he was here.

Roger thought of Alan. He was here!

Alan quietly scampered to his car. Could he go further with this? He had two nights to go, two nights to strike.

"One night at a time, Alan," he thought. "One night at a time!"

FRIDAY NIGHT

It had been a good season so far. No losses in spite of some close games. Homecoming night against a good team packed the stands. Roger was on the field coaching. Alan and Karen both knew he would be tied up until the wee hours of the morning. Football season in Texas dictated that.

Alan had no idea how he would find Karen. Once he found her, what was he to do? Go plop himself down right beside her without so much as a "howdy?"

Worse still, here comes Dickheads one and two, his asshole buddies that kept him in trouble his senior year. Geez, he'd love to see them but why now?

A-a-a-h-h-h, fate! You wonderful thing.

"Alan!" Here it comes.

"Come on, good buddy! We're sitting up here with Karen Spencer."

Did I ever tell you guys how much I love you?

They didn't bother to tell him that Karen had pointed him out. She had been looking for him, a bazaar little tingle inside that belied her professionalism. If a teacher had any interest in a former student it should be about their experiences in life...certainly not the sexual pull she was experiencing.

And for any of the other boys, that would have been the case. There were literally hundreds of "ex's" on campus that weekend but only one of them had stayed on Karen's mind long after they had graduated. Her thoughts of Alan were like the pictures on that camera...they could be hidden away on a shelf but just a quick mental glimpse brought back some very vivid memories...and the erotic sensations that went with them.

For the next two and a half hours, four football quarters plus a homecoming halftime, the happy conversation buzzed around them. "Kids" came. "Kids" went. All with a story, most with children. Big smiles, happy hugs. S-o-o-o-o happy for you!!!




Show Me Mine



Karen and Alan saw nobody, heard nobody except each other. Yet, neither of them was speaking to each other very much. It was as frustrating as it was sexually stimulating.

"Why him?" she thought. "How did he show up in my life again from out of nowhere?"

It was fate, she conceded. Just fate!

Not really, Karen. You would never know but...not really!

But she was definitely inside Alan's head. He laughed and acknowledged much that night but he only absorbed one...Karen Spencer.

She might as well have her legs around his neck. All he could think of was how she had tantalized and unknowingly erotically tortured him over ten years ago as a teenager. And now, after watching her and Roger last night, her grip on him was iron clad.

Occasionally she smiled at him in a special way that she hoped the others didn't notice. They didn't.

Alan did. He was like a sponge, soaking up her smoldering looks until it set him on fire. No getting up to go for coffee for him. How obvious was his hard, anyway?

Finally, the cheers...the score...the victory. Amazing how fast the stands can empty.

They remained, just the two of them. Not long...that would be too obvious. Just minutes.

Alan finally broke away from the small talk to something with more direction.

"So, where does the hungry crowd go now after the games?" Back in his days it was the Dairy Queen.

Not so much these days. The kids, yes, but the diner near his motel twenty miles away was her own retreat. She'd meet him there. By the way, the place will be loaded with friends and neighbors. Be prepared to be swamped.

No Joke!!

Couldn't get a word in sideways in there. The food was good but they could hardly get it down with so much conversation. Deep down, Alan had to concede that he really loved these people. They were good folks! He had almost forgotten how fortunate he was to grow up in such an atmosphere.

After paying their check Alan offered to walk her to her car. He was surprised she had parked almost a block away in a rather dark area. He was also amazed how the temperature had dropped so rapidly. Damn! It was brisk out here for a Florida boy!

She laughed. His blood had become thin.

"Sissy! Get in while I warm the car up."

Amazing. After being with her the whole evening he had not really paid close attention to what she was wearing.

She was wearing a fairly long simple denim skirt that buttoned up the front and a rather heavy beige blouse. He wondered what was under that.

Not much.

After she had taken her bath earlier in the evening and started to select underwear, for some reason she pulled out some little silver panties and matching bra that she had never worn. Nothing but little patches of cloth held together by round string. It barely covered her crotch and the tops of her large nipples showed above the tiny patches. She slipped them on and put on her boot socks and brown boots. Before putting the skirt on she happened to look into the mirror on the door. 

She looked pretty silly, wearing that flimsy underwear and boots up to the middle of her calf. She didn't move, though, and continued to look at herself for a long time. After a while her hesitant fingers began moving over her body, first the sensitive nipples and then down between her legs. 

She was always so sensitive down there. Her fingers traced her lips very slowly through her panties, causing her hips to move as if they were trying to escape. She kept on touching, never taking her eyes off the mirror. It seemed that her heart rushed just a little as she turned slightly and looked at herself. 

As she touched, her thoughts drifted to Alan. Through the years she had thought of him so often. She didn't exactly know why. Dozens of boys had tried to be familiar with her in the past. She wondered if she would see him that night. She wondered a lot of things about him.

How strange that a man his age would show up for a Homecoming well over a thousand miles away. His parents didn't even live there anymore. He didn't bring his wife...probably a beautiful, sexy wife at that. He had mentioned the night before that his wife was only twenty three. You'd think he would be trying to show her off to his friends. That seemed to always be the case. In that small town "trophy" wives were rare.

Her thoughts went back to what she saw in the mirror. She wondered if Alan would like what she saw. She again turned slightly to look at herself. She was ten years older than Alan and he had a wife five years younger than him. Fifteen years total! She bet his wife had a body that was sexy like a teenager!

Surely she appeared old and weathered to the younger man.

Karen spent at least five minutes thinking about him, just touching her breast and pussy, not pressing hard or speeding up. She was slushy wet and just ached, but she made herself stop before she came. She was really proud of herself for the self-control because she always came so easy. She knew that she was extremely oversexed and Roger took advantage of her because of it. She knew that.

Her intent had been good but as it turned out when Karen left for the stadium a few minutes she was absolutely on fire. Her self-control had left her primed and vulnerable. 

Especially now with just the two of them sitting alone in her darkened car. She had parked sort of behind a building and next to an abandoned tow truck so they were, for all practical purposes, hidden from the public.

It only took a few minutes for the car to warm up. Then it was nice. So was the company. For the first time, they were really alone.

In their own way, each of them was wrestling with that situation. For Karen, it was a little forbidden, sort of erotically dangerous.

For Alan, it was more in the category of "imperative."

They talked for over thirty minutes. The hum of the engine and the little heater fan was the only interference this time. Everything from education, sports, and world affairs was discussed.

The subject of each other's spouse was obviously avoided. It was if neither of them had a partner.

How the conversation got around to sex was a mystery but one in which both were curious. Karen really wondered about sex with a hot twenty three year old redhead but she wasn't about to blurt that out.

Alan wanted much more out of Karen...much, much more.

Here goes nothing.

Slowly, he was able to slide in a question. A thought.

No matter what he had read or heard, just exactly how is the sex life of somebody in their thirties? He was soon to be there.

Karen laughed at his innocence. She wanted to tell the truth, that women in their thirties were a walking, talking fuck waiting to happen!

That wouldn't do.

"It depends on the man I'm with, mostly." That was honest enough.

Alan took what she gave him. He didn't need information...he needed direction and he had just received some.

She had said, "It depends on the man I'm with, mostly." She didn't say "my" man or my "husband."

Was she speaking of herself, not women in general? Could she possibly be admitting that there had been those other than Roger? 

He was going to run with it. It didn't take him long to at least hint about her own personal sex life. Karen's answer could have been the truth but it wasn't. She indicated that, like most couples, her sex life with Roger wasn't perfect but was still wonderful.

They both knew better. They both knew she could hardly stand Roger's teasing...that at times she would go hungry for months for a gratifying cock!! And right now she was primed.

Alan's interest about her personal sex life was titillating to Karen. She would like to think she could brush it aside but the subject of the conversation left a tingling between her legs that was unwarranted but very nice. She was reassured by the fact that this was casual and innocent and he would be back on his way back home to Florida and his young wife within hours. 

To some degree it was almost like high school flirting except they weren't in high school. 

It became a little awkward and then it became silent for a while. Karen broke the ice.

"I guess I'd better go," she softly advised.

"Yeah, it's about that time," Alan lamented. He hadn't missed the tone of her announcement. If she were in a hurry to leave it wasn't apparent in her voice. But what now? Just walk away. That was pretty much sure death. 

This was it. No guts, no blue chips.

He reached over, lightly turned her face to his, and gave her a kiss so soft it was like a baby's.

Karen felt it all the way down to her toes, hitting every place in between. She just kind of laughed and said, "Thank you, sir."

It was a mistake that let him linger. 

What she should have done was pull away. Instead, he took it as a possibility and did it again. Karen expected another little peck but was caught by surprise when it was full and warm. This time when he pulled away it wasn't completely as he kept gentle contact with her mouth and touched his tongue lightly just inside her lips. 

Karen's body ignored her alarm, allowing her to respond, meeting his mouth with hers and returning his touch ever so lightly with her tongue. It was wrong, she knew, but it felt just so damned good. It had been such a long time that she had been carrying all those little illicit thoughts about him. 

Alan knew better than to hesitate. He moved in. She wasn't going to be open for his attention forever.

Karen just gave in to his kisses, reluctant yet somehow willing. Any thoughts of the danger somehow skipped past her. As he started moving from her mouth to her ears and neck, she made a little whimper and put her hand behind his neck. As to whether or not she was a willing partner was no longer in doubt to him.

Roger's months of teasing and her own fingers from a few hours before had left her as a gift to be unwrapped. 

Their kisses became like fire to both and Karen could feel her body move slowly to his touch. She was so engrossed with his mouth that she paid little attention to his hands removing the buttons of her blouse. Even though the car was running and it was warm inside, she still felt the little rush of cool air when he opened it. 

Alan felt her moving in the seat a little and knew it certainly wasn't because she was uncomfortable. No, the deep kisses were definitely moving her. His mouth slid down from her neck to the top of her bra. Soft, slow, sweet, knowing as if he had done it for years, Karen felt his tongue and lips all over her, pushing the little silver patches down slightly with his mouth to get to her hard nipples. Alan was in no hurry and when it went on for what seemed an eternity even Karen could feel the slight rotation of her hips. She was soaking wet and yet had no power to pull back. 

Alan unhooked the tiny clasp on the front of her bra and they became free for him...large, firm, and beautiful. He lost no time to devour them, nibbling and sucking her nipples, going from one to another as if he was starved, sometimes stuffing his mouth like he was trying to get it all in. An overwhelmed Karen wondered if he did the same with his young wife. A little thought crossed her mind...maybe he DIDN'T do it with her. Just because she was young and beautiful didn't necessarily mean she was receptive. 

Karen's thoughts continued along those lines. Was Alan like her except for being male? Roger had a thing, a frame of mind she supposed, where on occasion he would not make love to her for a couple of months at a time even though he knew she had a ferocious sexual appetite. Instead, he would tease her mentally and physically until she was incredibly hungry and would do anything for relief. She would beg, do anything he asked.

Was Alan like that...getting the same treatment from his young wife? Enough to drive him outside his marriage?

Had he been without sex as long as she? Karen may have wondered but she certainly wasn't about to express anything. Instead, she continued her silence and could think about nothing but his warm, busy mouth on her breasts and the havoc it was playing with the rest of her. 

Alan moved from her nipples to her mouth and back to her nipples. She let out a soft involuntary moan. Her hand increased pressure on his neck, her eyes were closed, and she mentally resigned herself to his wandering hand. She felt it low on her knee, massaging gently in little circles. 

Alan was encouraged by the little responses he was seeing and hearing. He had to be careful with his touches, moving his hand slowly up her leg, very slowly, as if he was trying to save it for later. Thankfully, instead of any protesting there was only heavy breathing and little gyrations from her hips.

Alan unbuttoned a few buttons on the way up, pulling her skirt apart to the point that when she finally looked down she could see her panties exposed, their silver color shimmering in the pale light coming in the car. Alan saw them, too, and kept moving his hand slowly up her legs, his mouth alternating between her mouth and breast. 

Suddenly, Karen felt the contact of his fingertips through the thin cloth. She moaned and lifted her hips in surprise when it happened. Even though she knew it was coming she just couldn't help it. 

Alan tried to be more careful with his own reactions. He wanted to allow his passion to flow freely but knew he could do nothing to spoil the success. This was all very dicey and he didn't want to blow it. 

He slowly moved his fingers over the top of the miniscule cloth, ever so slightly, no pressure. Karen arched her back slightly from his touch, his teasing fingers. He ran them slowly up and down her swollen pussy lips, first one then the other, the full length. She knew any time those fingers would make contact with her clit and she eagerly anticipated it. What seemed like torture when done by Roger was instead pure anticipation with Alan.

He never touched her clit. 

Instead, he slipped his fingers under the cloth and continued to tease her lips ever so lightly. Karen's hips were openly moving now, her legs spread slightly, no pretenses, and she was mewing like a kitten. Any ideas of stopping his advances were long gone. 

Finally, he slipped a large finger deep inside. Alan was thrilled...relieved.

Karen was soaked, sensitive, and hungry. She pushed forward at the same time that he thrust his finger hard into her. The deep penetration sent her reeling, moaning loudly. It felt so, so good. She spread herself slightly when he began moving his finger in and out, very slow, and very deep. 

Alan kept his mouth on her all the time. The kisses had long since been very deep and hard, tongues locked in a sort of battle. His small groans and hard breathing was barely audible over hers but their senses were so in tune with the hand between her legs that all else was shut out anyway. 

Karen's hips rotated and thrust, reacting to the hard strokes of his finger just as if she were being fucked. Then, through a vague haze, she realized he wasn't moving his hand. Instead, he was keeping it still and she was driving her hips onto it, basically fucking his finger.

It was a bit of a cheap shot but Alan had wanted to sense her reaction as to where they were at the time, to know how far he might be able to go with her. He didn't want to blow this. He found out right away.

To her dismay, within minutes Karen lost it! 

It didn't creep upon her, wasn't a bit subtle. Instead, she erupted like a broken fire hydrant. She pulled her mouth away from his, threw her head back, and erupted in a loud, explosive orgasm. He had to keep up with her with his hand, becoming active again as he drove first one, then two fingers deep inside her while following her thrashing hips. 

She couldn't seem to stop, lasting forever. 

He didn't want her to.

Karen was embarrassed. She didn't know what she was saying to him while she was coming, and maybe she didn't want to know. While she was weakly trying to think herself out of the situation his fingers never stopped.

Minutes later a second wave hit her and they went through it all again. Mercifully, he pulled his finger out and went back to caressing her swollen lips again, never touching her clit. Instead, Alan brushed her sensitive lips, slowly stroked her wetness, and continued to give attention to her searching mouth and breasts. 

Alan had to make a decision. Even if he wanted to he knew he couldn't take her right then. It had to wait...it had to be timed perfectly or not at all. He took a chance that, for now, he would just steal her heart... gently stroke her libido into preparation for a future submission.

For now, he knew she couldn't possibly be more primed. Hopefully he would return to claim her primed pussy the next evening. 

Finally, he just whispered gently into her opened mouth.

"It's late. We should go." 

It ended like that. It seemed so abrupt. She put herself back together, they hugged a little, exchanged some light kisses that heated up so fast Alan forced himself out of her car. 

As he left Karen touched his arm.

"Thank you Alan." 

That was all. Just "thank you."

It wasn't what she said but more how she said it. Breathless, softly, and totally in surrender.

What Karen really was telling him was, "I am burning inside. You have turned my passions loose as I have always dreamed you would. Thank you, thank you for being gentle and not pressing me."

Alan sensed her thoughts. He knew he could not have planned it better.

It was tomorrow night that he needed her total surrender, not tonight.

Karen had twenty miles to drive. When she got home and parked in the garage, she just sat out in the car thinking about what had happened and what she was going to do about it. 

During the drive home a sense of remorse clouded her evening. She thought back over the past few years. This was not the first time that a man other than her husband had slipped his hand inside her panties. In the past few years there had been a couple of times when she was less than proud of herself, had come very close to an illicit submission after months of Roger's torturous teasing. After a month or so of being teased and tortured by Roger she had found herself in the right (or wrong) situation and had succumbed to another's touch. She had caught herself at the last minute each time and never went all the way. 

The closest was about three years before. She and Roger had planned a long Fourth of July weekend at a large lake resort and on the first evening had met a couple with two preteen children. Even though Cecilia was cute as a bug it was obvious that her husband had eyes for Karen. 

At the time Karen could understand how through a natural "happenstance" that she and Randy could possibly be alone at times but the amount of one-on-one time with him seemed extravagant. He seemed to be a doting parent so she thought it unusual that he always seemed to be around her when his family was not.

And it wasn't just that! To be just the two of them, Roger seemed to be constantly out of pocket, leaving her on her own to wander the grounds. Inevitably, Randy showed up at her side. It wasn't so much that she didn't enjoy his company but rather that he had a family there somewhere. More and more she noticed that Roger was spending time around Cecilia and the kids while Randy was with her.

She wondered how much of it had to do with her attire. Like everybody else, a swim suit was pretty much what one wore. In her case, Roger insisted that it be skimpy at very best. She balked at wearing a thong but what she wore under the transparent swim cover was very obvious and very sexy.

Randy was as obvious as the daring suits she wore. After a while she became confused. It wasn't just the barrage of sincere compliments from a great looking guy...it was the massive hard he constantly and obviously sported. For an oversexed woman in her thirties who had been teased and then denied for over the previous month it was too much.




Show Me Mine



On the last night she and Roger had laid down a blanket in front of their cottage about thirty yards from Randy and Cecilia's to watch the fireworks over the lake. The kids had long disappeared to watch with their friends. There were others about but they were isolated and most were involved with children. The four of them moved back and forth to visit and share snacks before darkness fell and there was the "event."

Karen was surprised when it was Randy, not Roger, who showed up on her darkened and isolated blanket when the big "boom" went off to announce the start of the thirty minute fireworks.

On the day before and earlier that morning there had been some casual touching, light brushes of the face or arms and such when Randy would "steal a feel." Karen didn't invite or encourage but admitted to herself it wasn't exactly repulsive, either. He was a really nice, great looking guy whose appearance defied his forty years. Besides that, she was a little miffed that Roger was so scarce all weekend.

But this was different. In the darkness, only she and Randy knew that they were not husband and wife. After only a few minutes of the sporadically lighted darkness one would have thought so!

This time it wasn't touching...it was stroking. Slow, sensuous, and obviously with purpose. She brushed his hands away at first but he was as persistent as he was gifted. It may have been illicit but it sure as hell was tantalizing! Less and less Karen quietly fought off his advance.

Halfway through the fireworks she felt his hand on her leg. Mesmerized, confused, sexually tantalized and abandoned...it was too much. Long before the finale was over Randy's hand was under her loose blue shorts and stroking her clit as hard and strong as the fireworks.

The fireworks exploded in a big climax...she exploded in a massive climax! By then he had settled in between her legs so that they could hold a long kiss while he plundered her pussy with his fingers. When he finally released her from their kiss she had long enough to glance towards the other blanket. 

She shuddered but couldn't move. In the light of the fireworks it looked like Cecilia was watching them. Roger wasn't with her.

She would never know that Roger had left Cecilia and was standing just a few yards behind them at the corner of their cabin, slowly stroking his cock as he watched his wife being taken by this stranger. Or that a few hours later in the wee morning hours a restless Roger would happen to be sitting on their cabin porch when an understandably unhappy Cecilia wandered out of her own quiet and sleeping cabin.

The two of them found a quiet spot two hundred yards away before Roger extracted the first of several orgasms out of the distraught woman.

Over the years, similar circumstances provided some heavy petting on Karen's part but it never went past that.

But this was too much. This was Alan! 

Karen just sat in the car for a while, allowed herself to track the past few hours, to relive the evening. Those erotic memories were still too vivid, too detailed to ignore. Within minutes she slowly began to unbutton her blouse, then her skirt. Each and every button slowly came open, one by one. She teased her nipples for a long time, ignoring the frantic call coming from between her legs. She was in no rush. There would be time.

Finally, she submitted to the overpowering beacon. Slowly, she slipped her fingers under the silver cloth, softly accommodating a begging, swollen clit until minutes later she came to a huge, thrashing orgasm right there in the car. 

She stumbled into the house for a quick shower. 

When would Roger be home? She wanted to feign sleep.

It didn't work. When he slipped into bed he immediately began to stroke her soaked pussy. Although she thought she was well past the point of sexual saturation she couldn't help but heat up in response to his touch. Thirty minutes later she lay mentally exhausted from the sensitive beating her clit and nipples had just taken from Roger's fingers and mouth.

It wasn't enough! Karen Spencer needed to be fucked! Her body was still squirming, screaming for it.

Through her frantic searching she thought of Alan. 

Just exactly how big was his cock? For all his touching in the car she hadn't explored him at all.

Thanks to you it was pretty big, Karen! After she had left and he went back to his room it seemed his cock wouldn't come down off the hard. He was hoping tomorrow night would be special. For now, he had some things to do. As he worked around the empty motel room he couldn't help but think back on the evening. 

What would Mrs. Spencer be like if he could take her all the way? He had already witnessed her come a few times but both times they were by masturbation. Her orgasms had been hard, almost violent. But what if she were responding instead to a hard cock, her reactions accentuated by the warm closeness of a responding male body holding her gently as she was guided from one orgasm to another? Would she not respond in a deeper, more romantic fashion?

Or would it be more like Laura and he?

He had married Laura four years before. He had been out of college for two years and she had just completed a nursing program at a community college. It would be nice to think that Alan Baker had found himself a nice virgin girl but it was obvious from the beginning that she had been around the block a few times, as had he. It didn't bother him that she was, sexually speaking, not only less than a fresh flower but was instead a bit of a wild rose. 

From day one the fuck she gave him blasted him well past any of his past experiences. Married within six months, their sexual escapades were like a horse race. No matter how gently they started, how slow they intended it to be, before it was over it was like a competition to see who could blow each other's mind first. It seemed their main focus was to see if they could outlast the other, causing the partner to rip through an orgasm while they were able to maintain control. 

It was a fifty-fifty success rate. Sometimes Alan could hold off...sometimes Laura's rapidly undulating hips were too much for him to stave off and sent him into a hard orgasm that didn't just drain, it devoured! Laura was the same. There were times that she couldn't move for an hour after she had erupted furiously at his stead.

Neither complained. Neither thought it could be better.

Then the little mind games started...the little erotic fairy tales. At first it was just a mention of a doctor she had met at a hospital party. She spoke of it lightly during a quiet dinner. A few hours later, in the middle of an unusually slow fuck, he started it all with a teasing little sexual innuendo about "what if?"

Alan couldn't miss the little reaction from her, the especially strong orgasm.

Once again a few days later. Alan mentioned the same guy, this time making the little tale a bit more erotic...embellishing a little.

This time her hard explosion came from his mental teasing and just the brushing of Alan's tongue. It was unusual for her to relinquish her orgasm so easy, so fast! This was getting interesting.

Over the next year it became very obvious that young Mrs. Baker not only harbored unabashed erotic thoughts concerning other men but also was totally open to being teased about them to the point of explosive orgasmic releases. Alan took the cue. Using what little information she provided as reality he embellished, spinning erotic yarns for her in whom she was the willing and grateful recipient of another man's hard cock and lavish attention.

Through his gentle coercion Laura would provide a general scenario...the "who" and where. Alan would then create details.

He knew as well as she that it was where it stopped...that she wasn't about to go outside their marriage. Things were just too good for both of them at home to mess up.

But the games didn't stop!

Not only did the erotic role-playing not stop but it instead intensified. It went from short "what if's" to long drawn out scenarios that became more and more detailed as it was played out each night over a period of weeks rather than hours. The further they got into the little schemes, the more Laura seemed to react. Through Alan's gentle urging, she would sometimes insert little thoughts, her own little erotic desires that seemed to suit her fantasy. Alan learned a lot of things from these exercises but over time something special became very obviously.

Laura harbored a very strong fantasy of being "picked up", a chance meeting in a professional environment in which she was targeted and then seduced by an older man.

It was all fun. It was all very erotic.

Slowly other things emerged. Surprising things. 

It was all starting to be an unanswered question.

Alan had begun to wonder. What if? What if those odd circumstances came together? Could his young wife be had? Given the precisely timed event and opportunity would she go across the line?

And if so, would there be any boundaries? Between the two of them there existed such a boundary. But would there be a "no holds barred" situation if it were with a complete stranger in a one night stand?

There was an answer. It was years in the making but there was an answer...and an invitation.

A very special invitation that somehow ironically found Alan back at his old school...and with a very special person.

SATURDAY NIGHT

Black.

Karen Spencer was black!

Black hair, a form fitting black jumpsuit with a gold zipper that went down below her navel.

Patent leather black high heels.

That's what you could see. What weren't so obvious were the skimpy black demi bra and the black gauze thong underneath. The dark thigh high stockings were slid on at the last minute. Of little use, they were all a hidden gift for Alan. Ones of which she was sure he would never see.

Alan was hard as soon as he saw her. So was every other male in the gym. From thirteen to fifty, if she didn't make you hard you were dead! How many men were wondering what it would be like to slowly lower that zipper!!

Alan glanced around. He had been afraid he would be overdressed in the nice jacket and tie but he was okay. There were a lot of men dressed well and all of the females were out to kill.

Maybe it was just Alan's imagination but Karen seemed to stand out, even among the teenagers jammed in the place. The form fitting jumpsuit showed a few pounds that probably weren't there ten years before. Still, he doubted she weighed more than 145 pounds and her height could manage it well. Again, voluptuous was the word that came to mind.

Karen hoped so. At the last minute she had shunned a nice dress for the jumpsuit. She didn't even try to fool herself for whom she was dressing. She was still reeling from the evening before. And she wasn't even sure he would show up.

Earlier, Roger watched her as she got dressed and was more than just sure. He was positive! He took one look at her and knew she was out of her usual self. And he had no doubt the prospective benefactor.

Roger complimented and kissed, telling her to have a great time and to say "hello" to all. Normally he would be there but that night he was going to be a hundred miles away watching a football game featuring a team they would play a week later.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he lightly threw out to her as he left.

She had no idea the little farewell was more hopeful prophesy than just a normal good-bye.

When she arrived she was taken aback by all the compliments, some of them bordering on lewd. However, within minutes she went from doubting to inspired. She looked great and she knew it. What the heck, she wasn't going to be anything but receptive to all the nice comments.

"Mrs. Spencer, you are absolutely, positively the most stunning woman on this earth."

She knew, she heard the voice. Then she turned.

"Why, thank you, Alan Baker." She beamed a great smile.

"You look great all the time, I'm sure. I don't know why I'm so stunned but I am. You are gorgeous.'

The sensation he caused started at her reddened face and raced all the way down that gold zipper. It just didn't stop there. Instead, it ripped right through her tingling pussy in route to her toes.

They just stared at each other. Neither knew what to say. Just twenty hours before she had been exploding on his fingers. What is the lead in, what is the icebreaker after that?

"Would a woman as beautiful as you care to have a cup of the finest punch with a bumpkin like me?"

Alan was perfect. It was exactly, precisely what she needed. An invitation into his life...a request to be near her.

And that was how their evening went. 

She could dance with none...school rules. If all the rejected requests for her favor could have been converted to cash she would have left that night as a millionaire. Everybody wanted some of that action.

For Alan, he had to be cool. Although his mind was stuck on Karen Spencer his body couldn't be. There were parents, teachers, and school board members all laughing and having a good time yet well aware of the suddenly enticing Mrs. Spencer. They were more than a little surprised. Normally, Karen Spencer dressed demurely. Tonight, she was damned hot!

Alan danced. He smiled. He congratulated and consoled. He even felt a few really cute asses that he correctly assumed were not only willing but were also expecting. After all, just ten years before Alan Baker was Big Man On Campus with his picture routinely in the sports pages and there were a few cheerleaders from the past who needed to know if having two kids had made a difference. 

But most of all Alan watched Karen. She was well aware, sending him woeful smiles ever so often as if to say, "Hey, it's not my fault we can't escape the crowd."

At least that's what he was hoping she was conveying. Not just hoping...praying!

It was crowded. It was fun. It was over. Three hours.

Karen was a sponsor but her responsibility had been to decorate, not clean up.

The gym emptied. Karen stood at her car. Alan approached her cautiously. There were still people about. It was a small town. People saw...they talked.

Karen looked at him but never spoke. She didn't have to. The look on her face clearly asked, "What now?"

"Go home," Alan said softly.

It was like a gentle kick in the stomach to Karen. Not that she had really expected anything but it definitely popped her expectant balloon. At least he might have given her a small good-bye kiss.

What was she to say? She wasn't about to make a fool of herself and she knew deep down he was doing the right thing, doing her a favor. She was married and that marriage was good.

"Goodbye, Alan," she said quietly. Then she drove off.

Life would have been kind for her had it stopped right there.

It didn't.

As soon as she pulled into her driveway Alan pulled in behind her. She got out. He got out.

He approached her without a word. She didn't know what to say.

It was ten seconds before there was any sound at all. When it happened it was hushed, a sensuous whisper.

There is just something so erotic about the sound of a zipper going down!

And Karen Spencer's zipper was going down, as slowly and teasing as Alan's shaking hand could do it.

He never watched the descent. Neither did she. All eyes were on each other.

Finally, something had to break.

"What do you want, Alan?" She spoke so softly. 

His answer came out without thinking. Karen didn't miss the honesty of it and it shot straight through her.

"My dream to come true."

It was that simple. A five-word question answered in five words.

A jolt went through Karen that found every nerve ending in her body. She didn't know what she had expected. Not that!

No words passed. Karen reached over on the hood of her car and picked up her purse.

Then she opened the door to Alan's car and got in, looking straight ahead.

When Alan got in he looked at her. There was an unspoken question. She had the answer.

"Three hours, Alan," she quietly said.

That's all they had. He started to drive. It was twenty minutes to his motel room. They didn't even wait that long!

There had already been a very sensuous partial undressing and a few moments of exploration during the drive to the motel. It was strange that once they were in the solitude of the room there became a quiet moment of hesitation, a bit of indecision as if neither really knew where to go with this.

Alan finally moved, taking Karen in his arms and carefully moving her to the side of the bed before slowly beginning to explore with his hands and mouth. Then it took a natural course. There were long kisses, a jousting of tongue and a bit of silence before he stood close behind her with her back to him, reaching around to once again slowly lower the zipper on the jumpsuit she was wearing. Neither of them said a word as her zipper again came down in an excruciating slow movement with Karen turning her head slowly from side to side trying to capture Alan's mouth as he stood behind her and teased her ears and the very sensitive corners of her mouth. 

After the zipper stopped and gave way to the shiny cloth below Alan moved around in front, turning her slightly to the right before he leaned over, his lips carefully following the exact path the zipper had taken as it had gone down. Karen closed her eyes and lifted slightly up on her toes, her hips rocking slightly in response to his touch. There were stops to be made during the descent...almost mandatory interruptions of the process. 

First, the flimsy black bra that had been exposed, her breasts spilling over the top of the inadequate cups in a vain attempt to escape. There was no way that Alan was going to pass up the chance to explore, to admire, to nibble at the very bulging edges of the black lace before nimbly releasing the tiny clasp that freed the luscious mounds to full view.

Ten minutes. Breasts so beautiful, so perfect deserved at least ten minutes of his undivided attention. Alan kissed and sucked...they even surpassed his most erotic notions. Karen closed her eyes and whimpered, her body moving slowly to his touch, her eyes closed except when she looked down for an occasional glance at her suitor. She could sense what was happening. The swelling of her breasts may not have been as real as Alan imagined. The stiffening of her large nipples definitely was! 

Alan sensed her slightly swaying body, her barely audible moans. Every second of it consumed his senses. Just this one moment was worth the enormous effort he had so carefully expended. But as wonderful as she was, as obvious as her response, it was a wistful Alan who knew he had to continue. Three hours. He had been given only three hours and one of them had already been consumed. Unfortunately, time was a definite limitation. 

Still, he certainly couldn't pass by her exposed stomach. So sensitive, so responsive to the touch of Alan's lips. Alan could feel and see her well toned belly heave slowly, knew it was something to be captured. While lingering so slowly and carefully exploring her navel with his tongue he reached up and slid the top of her suit off and down her arms, taking her tiny bra with it. His little hesitation was well rewarded. 

Even the subtle act of disrobing turned into an erotic happening. The little push of her hips, the small moans that escaped her lips...it all escalated and would be easily detected by an anxious audience. He gave her a few more minutes to respond to his kisses before he lowered both his head and her clothes. 

Her black transparent thong was so flimsy, so low cut that it seemed to take forever for his mouth to descend that far. The zipper had already run its course, giving way to the cloth that would have to be lowered instead. Alan took that chance to pull her tight fitting garment down past her hips, exposing her totally from the knees up.




Show Me Pt. 01



I suppose we were both kids in one sense of the word. I'd just turned 18 and today was his 18th Birthday.

We'd known each other our entire lives. I went to the same church as Danny and had done so since Kindergarten. Life is strange sometimes. Danny and I sat with each other in church. We played together on the playground. We were both shepherds in the Sunday School Christmas Program.

As we entered High School we remained friends but school activities and jobs kept us apart, except of course for church and youth group. That's why it seemed strange for us to be talking alone after church one night. It was then that I first realized that Danny was more than just a kid I grew up with. He was a boy, a man to be more specific. 

"Yeah," I heard him saying, "I'll be glad when we are finally out of here. Not that I don't like the town, but I've never even gone on a date around here. The good looking girls are too stuck up and I'm not interested in the ugly ones..."

Danny stopped short, suddenly realizing what he'd just said to me, "I...I'm sorry Sal, I didn't mean you. You're awesome, but the other girls..."

I laughed out loud and put my fingers on his lips. "Stop! You are just going to dig yourself in deeper." I giggled. Even in the dark I could see his face glowing red.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry. I really blew this."

About that time my parents told me they were leaving. Danny offered to give me a ride home and I accepted. As we walked towards the car I made my confession.

"First of all, Danny, we've been together since Mrs. Smith's Kindergarten class and I have to admit I've never thought of you as anything more than a great friend, a brother even since I don't have any of my own. So, tonight as we were talking I realized you are much more. You are great looking and face it, we aren't children anymore."

As Danny started the car I could see him looking at my chest. He smiled and said, "That's for sure!" We giggled again. The next couple days, Danny and I hung out at school more than usual. Not as boyfriend/girlfriend so much as two friends who had suddenly rediscovered each other. I felt comfortable and safe with him and I could tell he felt the same towards me.

Friday at lunch Danny was quiet. I could tell he had something to say so I pressed for information. He was so shy. So insecure. So...well...cute. Finally it came out.

"My parents are going to be gone tonight to some workshop. Want to come over and watch a movie? I'll be all alone. It's not a date. Just a movie and..."

I put my finger on his lips again. "Stop. Even if it was a date I'd come. I'll be over about 7? I'll hit dad up for some pizza money."

'Great! I'll get the movie." We agreed on which movie we wanted to watch. It was a fairly new release and I warned Danny that it was one I wanted to see, but it was more of a romance than adventure.

When I got to Danny's house we settled in for pizza and movie. I'd been to this house a thousand times but it seemed different in this role. The large screen TV sat in the corner in front of a leather sectional couch. The movie was good, but not as good as I'd hoped so our attention turned to each other and talking about school, church and the opposite sex.

"So are you still convinced all the good looking girls are snobs?" I giggled. 

Danny's face turned red again and he shook his head. "Nope, At least not you," He smiled, it probably doesn't matter though. I don't know what I'd do on a date anyway. Other than you I get really nervous around girls and don't know if I'd do the right things. Especially if she wanted to...well, you know, mess around."

"You mean about touching them and stuff?"

"Yeah. I sit in the locker room and hear the guys talking about this girl or that girl or about magazines and porn sites and I've never seen anything like that. I feel like a real idiot. Besides, you know what my parents would think if they caught me looking at anything."

I knew exactly what he meant. We were all taught to stay pure, to keep ourselves clean. Some even tried to tell us kissing was bad. I'd been on a few dates and let a couple of the boys feel my breasts through my clothes, but that's as far as I'd let it go.

"I know what you mean Danny," I admitted, "I've been on a few dates but never let anyone go very far because I was afraid of next steps and if I could trust them. I didn't want to be one of those girls you heard about in the locker room. I think you are the only boy I really trust that way."

We sat and watched the movie but my mind was racing. Then I heard myself talk.

"So Danny, what if I let you see me...you know...naked. Could I really trust you?"

Danny's mouth dropped open. "You really mean it? If we got caught..."

Finger to lips again. "We won't get caught. The only rule we need to keep is no touching and you stay clothed."

Suddenly the idea of taking my clothes off was exciting me. I'd never done anything like this but somehow with Danny it seemed different.

"So, what do you say? Deal?"

"Um, sure. I'd like that."

I stood up and walked to the TV. I was nervous. What if he didn't think my 36b size breasts were attractive? What if I couldn't trust him? What if someone walked in on us? I sat on a chair in front of Danny and took off my socks. I watched him as I did so. I wanted to be sure that there was no disappointment. There wasn't. His eyes were glued on me. 

I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my jeans. Watching his every move. His hands moved to his lap and I could already see a slight bulge in them as I slid my jeans down my thighs and let them drop to the floor. I stood in front of my friend with my lower half of my body covered only in the pair of simple white thongs. 

"Do you like this Danny?" I whispered. I could feel myself getting wet. I slipped my hands inside my thongs to feel my pubic hair and the moistness of my lips. I started to pull them down but decided to wait. Danny's eyes were glued to me. I saw him gulp. 

"I do. I like it a lot," he whispered back.

I reached for my sweater and started to pull it over my head. I turned away for a minute to show him my back, more out of shyness than anything else. If we got caught we'd be in so much trouble. But I was getting so excited. I pulled the sweater over my head and saw my nipples poking through my bra. I touched them to feel how hard they were.

When I turned around Danny was red-faced and rubbing his crotch harder. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable and I smiled at what I was doing to my friend. "You know Danny, I've never seen a boy either. I like what I see in your pants.

"I like what I see too," Danny said breathlessly.

I took a deep breath and asked a question that was as much for me as it was him. 

"You ready Danny? You ready to see all of me?"

"Uh huh." Was all he could say.

"Top or bottom Danny. You choose."

"I want to see your breasts." He whispered.

I reached behind my back and took a deep breath. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. My breasts hung free in front of this boy for the first time. I felt so free. I felt so secure.

"You like them Danny? You think they are okay?"

Danny was pressing hard on the bulge in his pants. He was groaning softly and muttered a muffled "They are great. I want so bad to touch them.

"That's against the rules, remember?" I said that as much for me as him. I squeezed my breasts and imagined for a moment that it was Danny touching them, holding them. I fingered my erect nipples as he watched."

"I...I know...It's just this feeling."

"You want to see my bottom Danny?"

"Yes. Yes I do. Please." Danny spoke broken as he continued to massage the bulge in his pants. I'd heard girls talking about boys and their penises. I so much wanted to see his. What I saw was intriguing but I wanted more.

"I want to see what's in your pants too Danny, but we can't. We agreed, remember?" I asked. But I really wanted to see his penis so bad.

I reached into my thongs. I'd never felt such wetness. I slipped them down to my knees and stood up. There. I did it. I was completely naked and Danny was loving it. He rubbed harder on the bulge. I saw him pulse his hips. 

"Can I see between your legs?" He asked as he rubbed harder.

I sat down on the chair in front of him and spread my legs apart so he could get a good look. I took my fingers and split the lips of my vagina apart so he could have a good look at me. Danny was rubbing harder now and let out a low moan. As he rubbed I saw a wet spot grow as he continued to rub. Danny was barely paying attention to me now. He eyes were fixed on my naked body but his attention were on whatever was going on in his pants.

Finally, Danny relaxed and fell limp in the chair. I continued to feel the wetness in my crotch. I liked the fell of my fingers on my clit. I'd never done that before. I lost track of where I was and what I was doing and focused on the feeling. Danny was watching and it was a huge turn-on.

I'd played with myself in the shower on occasion but tonight was different and I felt urges in me I'd never felt before. I rubbed my clit harder until I felt my first orgasm. I continued to rub until the feeling subsided and slumped back into the chair naked and exhausted.

After I regained my composure I asked Danny if he liked what he saw.

"I did. That's the first time I've ever masturbated and I did it in front of you. Was it gross?" He asked.

"No, I liked it! I told him. I've never masturbated either but I liked it and I'm glad I did it in front of you. Sometime I'd like you to return the favor and show me your parts."

We agreed that sometime we would do just that.



Show Me the Money!!!



 All sexual acts depicted in this story are between two legally consenting adults 18 years of age or older.

*****

There is an old saying that some people will do anything for money and Rachel was no exception. She was not above doing whatever it took to get the cash she wanted. Rachel's bother Dirk knew that fact well but he never dreamed where it would lead.

Even though Dirk was about 27 months older than Rachel, they had always had a strong, close relationship. Rachel knew she confide in Dirk and whatever she told him would never be repeated. Dirk also had the same mutual agreement in that whatever Dirk told Rachel was safer than all the gold in Fort Knox.

Rachel and Dirk also enjoyed playfully teasing with each other and were always joking around together. However on this particular day the playful teasing led to the relationship evolving from a normal brother sister bond to an intimate one in which they crossed that line society considers taboo and becoming lovers.

It was an ordinary summer Saturday and Dirk had been kicking back on the sofa watching baseball on television in the 3 bedroom house he and Rachel shared. Rachel was a little short on cash and decided she was going to ask Dirk for $50 to buy something she wanted.

It wasn't that Rachel wasn't without money because she wasn't. She made a fairly good but modest living working as an Office Manager with an OBGYN doctor's office. She managed her money reasonably well but it was near the end of the month and was trying to hold out until she got paid the following Friday.

Rachel figured Dirk wouldn't mind. After all what were big brothers for anyway. She had borrowed money from Dirk before and Dirk knew she was good for it.

Rachel also figured Dirk wouldn't miss it that much anyway. At 24 Dirk was making a fairly comfortable living working as Chief of Information Services and she knew he always had money to spend.

Dirk happened to land his current job by "luck" as some people would refer to it. He just so happened to be in the right place at the right time. A buddy of his named Brad working for the same company Dirk was said his boss had lost all of the company's info when their network crashed.

The boss was considering hiring an outside company to come in and solve the problem but the estimates were more than what the boss wanted to pay. Brad called Dirk up and said " Dude, if you want a job, get down here on the double."

Dirk showed up in just a white t-shirt chocolate colored jeans and sneakers. Dirk was not what most would consider the corporate type. Dirk had short brown hair almost buzzed cut and had tattoos. He was also not the type who liked shirts and ties.

Dirk solved the problem in a couple of hours and saved the company 10's of thousands of dollars plus countless man-hours of time. The boss was so impressed and that wanted to hire Dirk right on the spot. 

The boss also apologized to Dirk in that his first impression of Dirk which was not very good was hasty and wrong. Anyone who had the knowledge and skills he had could work for him even if he looked like Keith Richards from the Rolling Stones.

The boss did however suggest compromise for the dress code in that if Dirk would at least wear a nice pull over knit shirt and casual dress pants he could work there. Dirk accepted the offer and the rest as they say was history. 

Anyway, back to the story. As it was pointed out above Dirk was enjoying the ballgame on the television when Rachel came into the room. She was looking hot as always.

On this particular day Rachel was wearing a chocolate covered tank top with a plunging neckline which showed off an ample amount of cleavage and the shirt was flimsy enough so that anyone with a set of working eyes could see her sumptuous breasts through the shirt.

Rachel also had on a short blue jean skirt that barely covered her ass. Her dark straight chestnut brown hair was down and came down to just between her shoulder blades.

Rachel was very comfortable with her body and had no trouble showing it off. In fact she loved it. She knew she was hot and sexy and loved letting others seeing it.

Physically speaking Rachel stood about 5'7" tall weighed about 115 pounds slender build and measured 34B-22-32. She also had long slender but well-toned dancers legs and her emerald green eyes could captivate a man's soul and hold it hostage.

Dirk was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of chocolate brown jeans. He was fairly good looking himself but wasn't what you called a pretty boy type. He was more ruggedly handsome along the lines of a young Sean Connery.

As Rachel entered the den area she asked Dirk for some money while Dirk was trying to watch T.V. When Dirk didn't stop what he was doing to answer her, Rachel decided she was going to playfully worm it out of him. 

Rachel began nudging Dirk to get his attention and like a child wanting attention was going to keep pestering him until she got what she wanted.

"Gimme some money," Rachel said as she continued to pester Dirk but Dirk just pretended not to respond. He knew her game and was intending to give it to her, he just wanted to have fun with her.

"Come on gimme some money," Rachel playfully whined as she continued to playfully pester Dirk. Rachel then started dancing in front to the television to get his attention.

"Hey come on, I can't see the game," Dirk said as he feigned being upset.

"Well the sooner you give me what I want the sooner I will let you get back to your boring game," Rachel playfully retorted.

When Dirk didn't budge and Rachel was about to leave in an angry huff, she suddenly changed her tactics. A naughty thought crossed her mind and she decided to act on it.

"I've seen your wiener," Rachel coyly said as she began tugging on Dirk's pants near his crotch. "I've seen your wee-ner" Rachel repeated and she began rubbing on his crotch.

"Hey now," Dirk playfully responded.

"What's the matter brother dear, don't like me playing with your wiener," Rachel playfully responded.. I'm going to keep on playing with it until you give me what I want."

"Stop," Dirk repeated as he feigned protest.

"I know you don't mind other girls playing with your wiener so what is the difference," Rachel coyly retorted "I'm a girl too so it shouldn't matter."

Rachel then unfastened Dirk's pants and pulled his cock out from his underwear. Rachel then took Dirk's cock in her hand spit on it twice to get it good and slippery then began stroking it.

"Hmmmmm from the looks of your wiener brother dear it appears that you are enjoying this," Rachel said as she once again spit on Dirk's cock making it more slippery and continued stroking it as she squeezed the head. 

"Will you gimme what I want if I give you a blow job," Rachel added with a sly grin.

"Maybe," Dirk replied coyly. 

"What if I fuck you would that change your mind," Rachel added.

"Possibly," Dirk said with a smile.

"Well just don't tell my boyfriend," Rachel replied with a sly grin.

Rachel removed Dirk's shorts and underwear, tossed them aside then took Dirk's cock and put her lips on it as she began sucking it slurping on it like a child would a popsicle.

"Damn you're so fucking big and hard," Rachel crooned as she continued to suck on Dirk's massive tool. "My boyfriend James has nothing on you."

"Well I aim to please," Dirk replied with a smirk.

Rachel continued sucking on Dirk's hard tool. Dirk put his hand on Rachel's head and lovingly caressed her hair as he laid back and enjoyed the feelings.

Rachel took a time out to pull off her tank top exposing her sumptuous 34B breasts and then went back to work on Dirk's cock.

Rachel took Dirk's cock all the way in to her mouth and taking it all in and deep throated Dirk. She bobbed her head up and down on Dirk's cock and was sucking so fast that she almost gagged on it.

"Mmmmmmm yes Rachel suck me," Dirk moaned.

You like brother dear," Rachel said with a smile as she came up for air.

"Hell yeah, "Dirk replied. Damn you a skillful little cock gobbler aren't you?'

"Well I have had lots of practice," Rachel beamed with pride."

"I bet you have," Dirk added with a smile.

"Well what can I say," Rachel smiled gleefully "I'm a naughty little trashy whore and I love it!!

"I wouldn't have you any other way," Dirk said with a moan.

"Well just consider me your private little slut," Rachel smiled as she went back to sucking on and stroking his cock.

Deep inside Dirk's passions were rising and he felt the all familiar feeling of his cock beginning to with cum. Dirk knew it wasn't going to be long until he spunked his load.

"Oh shit yes baby," Dirk grunted as he felt his cock twitch. "Oh God I'm gonna cum."

"I want it all baby," Rachel crooned.

Within a matter of seconds Dirk spunked his load sending his jism streaming forth like a geyser.

Rachel took in all of Dirk's manhood not missing a drop. 

"Oh god you're so fucking hot," Rachel crooned as she savored every drop of Dirk's semen.

Rachel then stood up and slinked out her skirt revealing her sweet shaved tender and oh so perfectly pink pussy. She then pulled off Dirk's t-shirt and had him sit back on the sofa and she lowered her pussy onto his still hard cock.

Dirk moaned as his hard tool slid inside his sister's sweet pussy. Rachel slowly began riding Dirk as she gradually began building up speed until she was riding him hard and fast.

Rachel's butt was slapping against Dirk's thighs as she rode hot and heavy. Rachel was riding him so hard that Dirk was certain that Rachel was going to grind his cock down to a nub but he didn't care. He was enjoying the feelings to much

Rachel pulled Dirk to him and allowed Dirk to suck her sweet breasts. 

"Oh god yes baby you're so fucking hot," Rachel crooned as she continued riding him. 

Our lovers then embraced and kiss as Rachel's soft sweet tender 5'7" 115 pound 34B-22-32 body pressed against Dirk's hard muscular 5'11" 175 pound frame.

Rachel felt her pussy quiver and she knew it wasn't long until she came. 

"Make me cum baby," Rachel lustfully moaned as she continued riding Dirk. 

Seconds later Rachel's pussy streamed forth its sweet honey dew nectar as she flooded Dirk's cock with her sweet cream. It wasn't long until Dirk spunked his load into Rachel's pussy.

"Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s" Rachel lustfully purred as she felt Dirk's manhood fill her pussy.

"Gimme more baby," Rachel moaned. "I want you to take me from behind doggie style.

Rachel pulled the throw blanket that was on the back on the sofa and spread it out on the floor. She then positioned herself so that she was on her hands and knees. Dirk slid his slippery cock into Rachel's wet pussy and slowly began pumping her.

"Oh god yes fuck me hard baby," Rachel crooned as she allowed herself to give into the pleasure.

Dirk hammered Rachel from behind as she built up speed driving her like a pile driver. Rachel was swooning and could hardly contain the pleasure.

Dirk pulled Rachel upright so that she was now on her knees and Dirk held her body close to his with his right arm around her body in the region just below her neck and above her breasts.

Dirk began talking dirty to Rachel calling her a trashy whore and dirty filthy nasty little slut.

"Oh yes baby I want to be your filthy little whore," Rachel moaned.

Rachel felt her orgasm steadily building as it reached its zenith and a resounding crescendo. Rachel's knees began to quiver and her body was trembling. 

Dirk sensing this released his grip and Rachel went back down on her knees. Rachel was now on her elbows as she fought to contain the pleasure that was overtaking her.

Rachel grabbed the blanket with her fist and dropped her head as the next wave of pleasure hit her body slamming into her like a tidal wave crashing into the rocks of shore.

"Oh God yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s" Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs as she arched her back and gave into the orgasm that rippled through her body. 

Rachel came flooding Dirk's cock with her sweet cream. 

"Don't stop baby," Rachel moaned. "Do me missionary style," she pleaded. I wanna feel your hard body next to mine. I want to feel our bodies become as one.

Dirk removed his cock from Rachel's soaking wet pussy and Rachel laid on her back and spread her legs wide. Dirk laid on top of Rachel sunk his cock deep into her and Rachel wrapped her sweet slender legs around Dirk's body and pulled him in.

This time instead of hot and heavy fucking this time it was slow and sensual. Rachel and Dirk slowly fucked as their bodies began melting together as one.

Their bodies weren't the only thing that became as one. Their minds, souls and spirits became as one as well. Soon time and space became suspended and lost all meaning. Rachel and Dirk were now in their own little bubble of a universe and were only aware of each other.

Their union also took on a mystical level in that they felt the other's pleasure. No words were needed to tell how each one wanted to be pleasured. They instinctively knew what the other wanted.

Rachel and Dirk enjoyed what seemed like an eternity of pleasure. They felt the other's orgasms rise and knew it wasn't long until they would both cum.

When they climaxed they both came at the same time. Rachel flooded Dirk's cock with her sweet sticky cream and Dirk spunked his manhood deep into Rachel's pussy.

After this they slowly came down from their orgasmic high. The world of time and space slowly returned to normal as Dirk and Rachel basked in the euphoric pleasure of afterglow.

Rachel and Dirk held each other close as they now laid side by side embraced their bodies pressed together and Dirk's cock still buried deep inside of Rachel's pussy.

Rachel and Dirk spent about five minutes kissing and caressing and then Rachel rolled Dirk over so that he was on his back and she was on top of him.

"Oh baby I have never felt such magic as what happened" Rachel lustfully purred. She then with a playful tone "So do you think I have earned that money I wanted to borrow from you?" 

"Oh Rachel baby I will personally go out and buy you whatever the hell you want," Dirk responded.

"Hmmmmm," Rachel said with a smile I think I could go for that. So does that mean now that anytime I want a favor from you this is the way need to repay you?"

"Hmmmmm sounds interesting," Dirk playfully responded as he stroked his chin like a learned professor contemplating a particular thought provoking question.

"I wouldn't mind if you said yes," Rachel replied. "In fact I was hoping we could make this a regular thing."

"I could get used to that," Dirk replied. "But what about your boyfriend?"

He never need know I sure as hell won't tell him and besides I think that won't be a problem because he and I aren't really on speaking terms after I found out he was banging another girl on the side."

"Oh well his loss," Dirk replied.

"Yeah and if mom and dad could only see us now," Rachel said with a wicked grin. "They would totally freak!

"Well what happens in the Dirk Cave stays in Dirk Cave you could say," Dirk replied with a smile.

From that time on Dirk and Rachel never looked back. Rachel used her connection with the OBGYN she worked for to get the depro shot as well as a supply of the Morning after pill.

Dirk and Rachel enjoyed a hot passionate relationship that only grew stronger and deeper as time went along. Little did Rachel know that when she wanted to borrow a few dollars from her brother just what the cost would be but it was a cost she relished paying.



Show Me What You Got



Here's the story on how I got caught by my own cleverness -- by you, of course. I hope you enjoy it. Sire. By the way? Remind me to never make bets against you again.

Why are you laughing?

Okay, okay, so this is the fifteenth bet I've lost, and the fifteenth time I asked you to remind me...

Yes, Sire. I will behave. Nicely, even. 

YOW! Hey, no swatting! We agreed on that, remember?

Thank you. That feels better. Sire.

Now...on with the story.

*

It was already a hot day in downtown Chicago. I was in a mood to strip and run to the Millennium Park fountain, to splash my pals and flash the norms. Well, why not? There were no kids around, and it must have been in the mid-90's. I get sick of clothes when it goes over 80.

I wasn't alone. Crow was restless, standing on the top of the bus shelter, her hair a finger-snarled mass of rose curls, looking around. We'd been waiting for the bus to The Museum of Science and Industry, but it was taking so long. If I teleported her to the fountain, surely she'd get naked and-

"BA BAH BAHAHAHA!" a thousand trombones sounded, just barely in unison.

"Jiminy Christmas!" Nick roared, jumping backwards and blocking his ears.

"Wah-wah-wah-waaaaahhhhh," mocked a trumpet.

As one, we turned to glare at the SAIC musician who had laid claim to the little performance area in the corner. He was grinning at us; then he darted to another electronic instrument and rapidly typed in notes. Something like a hyperactive humpback whale competed with an extremely p.o'd cat played, all over a bass that made one's bones tremor. Suddenly, the man was a rocket, dashing around spinning dials and smacking sticks and palms on flat surfaces, making horrible beeps, blatts, cat screams, glass shatters, distorted hyena calls, all with a constant droning tone and piercing whistle over it all.

Suddenly, Crow hopped down to mock-whisper to Ken, "This music sucks! You should dance to it, Peanuts-kid style, to see what he does. I dare you."

He snickered. "Mock a SAIC student? Sounds like fun! What do I get if I do it?"

"Other than the joy of it?" She grinned. "You get to dare me to do something."

We all looked at her. First of all, Crow's dares are never this juvenile. Secondly, she never takes dares. But her eyes, usually calm and silver, looked like kaleidoscopes with pink, rose, orange and saffron whirling around. Something was going on. She needed the distraction.

Ken marched right up to the dude, and got down with his best orange-shirt-Peanut dance, hunching up his shoulders, shuffling, turning to the other side and repeating. As people began to stare, he got into the mood and tossed in a little bit of jig, a little bit of break-dancing, and a little bit of acting like he was electrocuted -- all as the music dictated.

Now, you'd think the man would get pissed off. He was, after all, being eclipsed. But this guy? No. Grinning, he went with Ken's motions. Made the noise into a bizarre techno that we all laughed, norms and magi, joining in to dance.

Finally, he closed down the piece with a fucking riff on Beethoven's 9th. Seriously! With a fey triumphant look, he said, "Thank you for attending my piece: Pretentious Suburban Nihilist Deconstructs Music. My name is Amadeo d'Argent; you can find my works at SAIC's Sound Labs and on Mixmasters.mus. Love!" And he bowed.

The norms drifted off; the bus came and went. But we magi were curious; we crossed the park and came up to him just as he made his instruments simply vanish. Crow's eyes focused, turning the shade of indigo that means she's about to launch 1001 questions, and she zipped ahead of us all to stand before Amadeo. "Cool show, dude," she began, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning forward. "And some major magicka," she whispered huskily.

Ken and I looked at each other, worried. Yeah, the dude was a major hunk -- I'm talking like 6 feet something, long glossy dark braided hair down to his waist, form-fitting purple pinstripe pants, matching vest and brilliant red button-down shirt -- but Crow had just finally agreed to a hand-fasting with her lifemate. One that forbid all other men. But she didn't look like she cared, and the man was checking her out as he smiled sensuously. Wickedly. I dunno.

"Well, hello, sweet thing," he murmured, his hands extended. "I must say, you remind me of the babe."

Oh, come on! How could he possibly carry of quoting from The Labyrinth?

But it worked; she was blushing, even as she stepped back. Ken had to throw out a hand to keep her from falling. "You," she whispered.

"Indeed." He bowed again, one arm sweeping before him, the other behind, one leg crossing before the other as if he was this knight from the days of chivalry.

The again, some of our best magi were from those times, but he felt different, somehow; much older.

"But you're not looking for me," she said. "If anything, I am the mirror, not the..."

He stood. "Understood. But, my dear, you are one step the closer to her. And your magicka feels so sweet, so tempting..."

I loved how his red lips curled knowingly; how he came closer to her; how the air fairly shimmered with the heat coming from him. Somehow, his shirt had unbuttoned, revealing a hairless, truly ripped set of abs. I wanted to lick the sweat off of him.

"I, uh, you see." Crow laughed, then blushed when he took her hands and kissed both of her palms. "I shouldn't be doing this," she said, but her eyes were turning that shade of purple that promises intimacy. He came closer, looking down at her with this smugness, and my spine tingled. "I made a promise."

When he pressed her close, leaned her back and pressed his sweet red lips against hers, she moaned, threw her arms around him, and kissed him back. His hands went down to clutch her buttocks; she, in turn, let him lift her so their sexes were at the same level, pressed close with only clothing keeping them away from full intercourse. And she was panting, eyes wild with the need. 

Ken cursed. "She's breaking her word," he growled.

"She can't help it," I gasped. Gods, it was erotic. I could feel the waves of lust going from him to her, only to be mirrored, intensified, and reflected back. Really, who was this dude??

Blanca growled; looking at her, I found her lion's tail out and swishing, and her nails turning to black needle-like claws. Nick was shimmering, his eyes gone tricksy. Daybreak was cracking his knuckles, grinning most ferally. And Darren? Fuck. Our god-touched one's nostrils were flaring, his fists were clenching, and the Bull's Aura was rising around him. Even his god-ally was on the defensive.

But everything in me knew Amadeo was no enemy. He wasn't trying to force Crow, only to seduce her. I felt that, if she hadn't wanted him, he would never have offered himself to her. There was this feeling of honor running deep, of some history between them that could not, should not, be explored.

Wait. Lust, seduction, music...I knew who he was! And we needed him to join us. The Seer had predicted one such as he would come...

I teleported Crow next to Darren, and, as he helped her stand upright, calm and come out of the lust-trance, put my hand right between Amadeo's pecs. "So. Amadeo. Sire. This is the deal. She's not available. Jealous husband and all that."

He looked aside, sneering in disgust. "Of course," he spat.

Woah. Bitter much? I had a cure for that.

"But I find you quite the temptation. You are...so...damn...delicious. And my boy loves to watch me with others." I stroked down his chest, over those lovely abs, and rubbed fingers daringly over his pants before I darted my hand away. "I know who you are. Sire. I know one of your claims to fame."

I teleported my clothes back to my apartment.

As everyone stared, I pressed my breasts together, kissed at him and said, "If you can catch me, you can have a taste of me. But that means tearing yourself away from her. Can you handle that, old man?"

His eyes lost the range to intrigue, and how he laughed. "Old man?! Oh, I will catch you, fiery little mage; and when I do, your boy will be, if not jealous of our play, at least envious my lingual talents."

Ooh, how that made my skin tingle. I do love a man going down on me in public. And this one? I was already wet for him. So I taunted, "Promises, promises," and teleported just as he came up to me, just as his fingers traced a line of sparks up my spine.

He teleported after me, and was right behind me just as the water came spraying down. "Hey!" he cried out, before laughing. "You don't want to know what this suit cost."

Crow dashed by, and swatted his ass. "Nothing; I bet you had it magic-crafted." She giggled, then leapt up into the air when he tried to grab her. Hovering, she circled once, then fled when he reached up to her with energy to pull her down.

"No," I said, spinning to come up in his space. I leaned forward, licked his lips and said, "I have dibs."

"Do you?" he asked, arms going around me.

I teleported to the other side, and laughed at his perplexed expression.

"She's a wizard," Darren called out roughly, smile mocking the other. "Do catch up -- sire."

"You mock. Do I know you?" Amadeo asked.

"One of us; the passenger." Darren chuckled. "To find out more, you'd have to catch me." He made his clothes vanish. "But since I'm not a woman, I know you'll never bite." His bull's aura flashing, he changed form to a pillar of magma and sank into the ground.

"Who are you?" Amadeo demanded, teleporting to Ken and grabbing his arm.

"We're the City-Sprinter tribe, of the Red Knights magi club, bloke," Ken said, the Irish rising in him. "Who are you?" And he broke loose, tumbled back, and did a series of backward handsprings that led him to the Prairie Path steps, where he stood on his hands.

I ran up behind Amadeo, unable to resist, and stroked my hand over his pants zipper and lower. "Well, well, someone's ready to play. But someone is also overdressed."

Again, the water splashed to the ground, soaking him.

A tremble ran through the ground. Darren was heaved back up and deposited harshly; luckily, he was still in liquid form, so nothing broke. And, in a terrible voice, Amadeo roared, "I do not tolerate little children's games!" With a yanking motion, he had Crow grounded in one of his arms; with a gesture, he had me in the other. "Now. Are we playing hide and seek? Or are we all consenting adults?"

Ummmmhhhh...

Gently, his fingers twined in my pubic curls. "Caught you fairly."

I nodded. "Y-yes, yes you did. Your majesty." I even attempted a curtsy.

Crow spoke next. "I...I want your touch. No, I need it. I need you. Himself will have to deal; after all, he's got three wives."

That stopped all of the tribe cold. The rest joined together and came forward, so all 11 were half-circling Amadeo and us captives. "You sure?" Darren asked.

Her hands balled into fists. "I am so fucking tired of himself calling all the shots. I am in charge of my choices, my desires, my actions. Not him!" She turned to Amadeo, pressed up against him and said, "Willing to taste me once you've enjoyed Este?" Her hand ran up my arm. "We three can play?"

I'd wanted a turn with Crow ever since she and the others crossed over from the other world. She and I had touched astrally; she was so exotic, and so powerful... "Yes," I whispered, stroking down her breast. "Now, please," I whispered to Amadeo.

"As you desire, little wizard Este."

A red cushion appeared on one of the benches overlooking the fountain. Amadeo led us to it, then had me sit down. Smiling, he knelt before me, and made me open my legs. Right there. In front of everyone. Ohhhh... gasping, I leaned backwards. He pulled me forward, and Crow had to get behind me before I could tumble back. Even as her energy tickled mine, Amadeo's lips met my labia, and I was crying out in delight.

He kissed me, then slid his tongue up to my clit. Cruelly he teased me by dancing the very tip of his tongue around my rosy bud until I whimpered, then he went to licking up & down my labia with long sweeps. I was on fire; the sweet tingles spread from my sex and over my body, until I was gasping rapidly. And, still, he licked. His eyes always meeting mine, showing me how much he desired me.

"Muh muh my cccccl," I whimpered.

He pulled away just enough to whisper, "Not yet, baby. If I lick there, you will come. And I never let my ladies got off so easily. Oh no. You're going to be pleasured, not just tongue-fucked."

And licking turned to delicate kisses. He traveled my body with that sweet mouth, From my toes to my forehead. Back down, he suckled on my nipples, nibbled, and tugged. I was shivering, now, and needed Crow's embrace to keep me upright. He went to my belly button, and the way he tongue-fucked it made me feel like I had a second cunt. In and out, until my skin was buzzing, until I felt a tiny release.

I cried out for mercy, wordlessly because who could speak?

"Can't handle me, can you?" he teased.

A challenge? Yes! I loved a good challenge. Maybe I could even get him to go with us...

I looked into his eyes and said, "I bet you couldn't handle me, if I was doing this to you."

"King of All Pleasures," he reminded me, nipping the skin below my belly button.

"Wizard, exhibitionist, called shameless harlot by the People of the Books...oh, I am nothing like you have ever seen -- or seduced -- before."

"So, you think you can take me down?" And I thought he'd been passionate before. Now he was burning. "Want to wager on that?"

Oooh, yes. Wager against the King of Gambling and Pleasure. About who could give the most pleasure. "Yes. I win, you come home with us, meet our group, and consider joining us. You win..." I bit my lip, then decided to take a big risk. "You get to teach me all about math, geomancy and astronomy. If I whine, you can Dom me for an hour. Just, no beating."

"Deal," he said, and took my hand in his.

We shook on it.

"Let's go!" he said, standing up.

"Hey, what about..." I gestured to my raw, hungry sex.

He grinned. "If you whine, I can Dom you." He raised a hand when I moved to protest. "You didn't say, 'and if I whine,' darling; it was a new sentence. Come." He lifted me to my feet. "Let us meet your group. I have been interested, anyhow. Crow, darling, will you help her walk? Este, since you like to be naked, you cannot dress. "

Really? Ken never challenged me like this. Even when he tried playing Dom, which wasn't often. He would happily do me in public, hold me, then let me dress and teleport us home so we could fuck.

But not Amadeo. No. He had me walk, naked and wet, to the El stop. Up the stairs, onto a train; luckily, he let me sit on cloth. Then... "Spread your legs wide, pretty wizard. Let everyone see how wet you are for my touch; how desperate you are to please me."

"I..." Gods. I wasn't ready to flash, anymore; I just wanted to come, snuggle, and go home.

"Do it, youngling." He rubbed my belly, and it soothed me.

Swallowing, I did as he ordered. And I grew more aroused, if you can believe it, to see so many heads turning around to look at me. Some murmured and looked away, but others...man, they liked seeing a naked woman all exposed before them. And...I liked it, too. This was more; this was a level of intensity I never knew I craved until now.

"Mmmm, delicious," he murmured, and ran his fingers down to tow with my labia.

Yes.

But when the dudes across the way whipped out camera-phones and aimed right at my pussy, making me gasp and close up, he made a gestures and their phones shut down. As they swore, he chided. "Eyes, only, if you please. She is not yours to photograph."

"Fucking warlocks," one of them muttered. "You show-ey the puss-ay, you lose all right to privacy," he snarled at me, and leaned over to grab my thighs, force them open.

No! I never wanted that!

"Get lost," Amadeo said, lips stiff with anger; they vanished.

"Where are they?" Crow asked.

"Lost. Do pay attention." He leaned over to her, as she sat facing our sideways seat, and cupped her face in one hand. "You are so like her. But uniquely you. It's fascinating."

"Does she resist you?" Crow teased.

Again, his lips were tight, stiff. He looked away from her angrily.

Looking at me, he saw how I shivered, and made a dress appear on me. Wrapping me in his arms, he held me close. "I am sorry, dear one," he whispered, "I had no idea. What has happened to humanity, that it no longer respects proper boundaries?"

"The Book religions; they made sex a shameful thing, and women's sexuality both a taboo and a fetish. Those guys really believe that, if a woman acts 'slutty,' they can do to her what they want. Because she 'asked for it.' Part of the thrill of flashing was surprising them, then vanishing before they could touch me. I felt like I was mocking them. Now..."

"I didn't know; I will not do that to you again." His embrace was so comforting; he made me feel warm, loved. Why he was so tender to me, a god with a lesser-powered stranger, confused me. Was Sven right when he said the gods had created us with their DNA, and protected us against other powerful beings who wanted to own us as slaves? I decided to ask him later, and simply enjoyed his loving embrace.

*

Just when we got to Hyde Park, Amadeo was looking at me with those hot eyes. Maybe because I was started squirming, and my hand was inching to my lap for a quick finish-off. If I went back to House Ottiviana wet, a certain High Priestess was going to claim dibs, and really make a show of me.

He understood. "I cannot leave you wet, anymore. It is cruel. And you need my tongue. Don't you?"

I nodded rapidly.

So he carried me from the El, down the stairs, and to the little park hidden amongst tall trees. Once again, he lay a soft cushion down for me, placed me down tenderly, and knelt. Licking his lips so they shined, he gave me this look, then went back to work on me. More licking; tiny nips and tugs at my labia. Every inch of my pussy was explored, tasted thoroughly, loved.

His tongue entered my sex, and he fucked me rapidly. Oh, how my flesh grew tight as the pleasure soared up, up, up, oooh, to the place of no return, when orgasm was no longer a chance, but a guarantee. I squealed, putting my legs around his neck. "Yes, yes, yes!" I encouraged him. "I'm soooo close! Please, please..."

But he kept going!

Until, suddenly, just when I wanted to weep from being on the exact edge of coming, the tip of his tongue swept up and pressed hard on my clit.

I exploded with pleasure. My body felt jolted, again and again, with electric orgasm; the pleasure radiated out to my thighs, my belly, my breasts. When he relaxed his tongue, I started coming down.

Only to have him press his tongue against me again. I bucked upwards, crying out loud. Ken, who was leaning against a tree with his dick in hand, came when I did. Crow's busy fingers grew stiff and pressed hard against her clit as she, too, came. To see her skirt up around her waist, her rose-colored pubic curls and sweet pink pussy exposed, made me come a third time.

In fact, everyone in my tribe -- even usually chaste Blanca -- had given in to arousal; they were sprawled all over the park, having orgasms. Seeing them all in pleasure made me come again.

Amadeo groaned.

Suddenly, Crow was behind him, kneeling, baring his sex. As he hissed, she began rubbing her hand up and down him, trying to close around him and failing as her hand was so little. "More moisture," he cried; she spit on her hand, and returned to pleasuring him. I loved the feel of his hot breath on my pussy, and stated making pleasure noises to goad him.

Oh, he loved that. His back arched, and Crow was against him, whispering as she pleased him. I had his chest in my face, now, so I started licking him. Sucking on his nipples made him cry out; when I kissed him, he was ravenous as he kissed me back. Back to his nipples, this time to nibble.




Show Me What You Got



His hand shot down to my pussy to play with me. Oh, gods!

The others were back at work on themselves, or each other, again. That only made Amadeo more fervent. I sank down to kiss him, and snuck a hand to touch Crow's breasts, her eager sex. She let out a squeal, and let me play with her. Amadeo liked being sandwiched between us, and reached a hand back to rub Crow's back. Crow's hand sped up, now using his moisture to keep him lubed, and soon he was jerking in the familiar motions of...

Semen splashed all over my belly at his orgasm. When I laughed, took a fingerful with my free hand, and put it in my mouth, he came again. When I pushed three fingers into Crow's vagina and thumbed her clit, she came as well. The others came, this time. And that had him come a third time.

We all lay together in a small tangle, afterwards. The tribe's bond had never felt stronger. I think we all felt connected with this devastating god. And we, in turn, made sure he felt like he was under our protection.

By the time we got to House Ottiviana, our home and headquarters, we were clearly united. The High Priestess didn't even ask; she just said he was a full member, and told him Suite 703 was his.

When he reunited with the other gods, they loved my tribe for making him feel so loved...that they declared that each of us would have a mentor from their numbers. Crow and I got Amadeo, of course.

And when Crow's Lifemate (the afore mentioned Sven) met the god? He not only accepted him as Crow's lover; he was willing to try being with the god, himself! Everything was solved; everyone was happy. My life had taken a great turn to the better.

*

And that is how we met, and you got one over on me. Is my tale-telling good?

Whew. Thank you!

Uh, Sire. (heh heh) 



Show Me What You Saw Me Doing



Having quickly rolled on the second white thigh-high stocking, Mrs. Carson checked herself out in the mirror, fluffing her curly brown hair, and stretching down her too-short elf skirt to make sure she was somewhat modest-looking. She already felt sexy just putting on that kind of hosiery—the tight lace that bordered her upper thigh and the cool flesh, the light breeze that occasionally passed her panties and aroused in her a risqué feeling she rarely experienced these days. It made her want to pin down and mount her burly husband—but there was a party to attend to, and guests she had no interest in seducing. Besides, this story was not about her.

"The party's set for around eight—why don't you fetch that Lydia Roper and drag her over here?—you know how she's always late to our parties, Michael," Mrs. Carson said.

"But mom, she always used to throw parties, I don't understand why she's like this," he said with false sincerity. The truth was that Michael had a history with the next door forty-something "MILF" as he secretly called her, and he was eager to make his visit. On top of that, Michael hadn't been laid for months and his cock was aching for release. As far as he was concerned, his seed energy level was teeming to the brim. His balls were rising and falling, working overtime in anticipation of the visit.

"Ever since her husband got that new job traveling around the globe—what does he do? Something with Homeland Security—it seems she's become a recluse," his mother mused. "The two of them are just absolute opposites—while he roams the world, she turns inward...." Mrs. Carson rambled on and on, gossiping to herself about her lost friend Lydia. In the meantime, Michael had shut the screen door and was hard on his way like a thirsty bloodhound.

"Oh, Michael!" his mother called too late. "Well, I'll give her a call anyway to tell her he's coming over."

The Carsons and Ropers were casual around each other, often walking right into each others' houses, saying a hello loudly as they entered without knocking. Michael did the same, finding the front door unlocked. But he lingered near the entrance, stuck in memory. He had hoped he could at least flirt with Lydia some time during the Christmas party, or at least linger near her perfumed skin while he handed her a drink, but he was even more sanguine to see her once he knew her husband was out of town. Micael hadn't seen her for maybe six years—since he began college. Did she even remember him? He'd never experienced such a connection to any girl as he had with Lydia—and yet the two of them never had a relationship, just "an incident" as he told a close buddy. Michael never spoke anything more than this, though he easily could, because he knew no one would understand intergenerational love. It was the last taboo of love, he thought; even he fooled himself into thinking of her as a MILF—he only pornographized her throughout the years of fantasy because he knew he could never get closer to her. He'd taken but two steps into the house when these thoughts occurred to him—he missed his college days, and felt that the age of twenty-four was much like the end of high school—a sharp loneliness coupled with absolute uncertainty lodged in his chest on an almost daily occurrence. He shut the door behind him. 

Mr. Roper was a collector of foreign art–usually sculptures–the livingroom and entrance were littered with antiques and other possibly priceless things. To the left of the front door, Michael knocked over an obsidian bust of a bejeweled woman; her elongated neck was stretched by copper rings studded with stones, as if her neck were a wrist wrapped in bracelets. The eyes were glass or opals–he certainly hadn't a clue. What amazed him most was that the expensive thump and crash did not elicit a response from Mrs. Roper. He only heard the sound of water filling a tub. Setting the bust in its proper place, he looked up from the exotic mess on the floor, realizing he hadn't been in the house since he was a teenager. As a young man at the Ropers' parties, he could never see past womens' eyelashes as they bat down at him, fawning over him, remarking about his bright green eyes. He could never see past the cups in the hands of a hundred half-drunk guests, those obnoxious heads, but he always loved the women in their skirts, their silky thighs at face level, and the mysterious cleavages that seemed to offer passages of exploration. 

Now, here, the ceiling stretched maybe three stories high, decked out with paintings he couldn't recall. Finally he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by sense-memory. A mango scent crossed his nose as he flashed back to a memory when he was eighteen at the Ropers' Christmas party. 

It was some time before the party had begun; his parents were downstairs getting the eggnog ready. He ran upstairs to use the bathroom when he accidentally stumbled upon Mrs. Roper, alone in her bedroom with the door cracked open, checking herself out in the full-length mirror. The room was right next to the bathroom, so he hid inside by the sink and peeked out. She was dressed in a Mrs. Claus outfit with black, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. Her cleavage was mouth-wateringly plump, crammed into her tight, fluffy trimmed top. Michael felt his stomach warm, his throat choke, and his cock waking in his loose boxers as he witnessed what he felt was shameful for him to see. But he felt good—as she seemed to be enjoying herself. As her knees buckled ever so slightly, she caressed her body, slowly lifting her skirt higher on her thighs, revealing her pale flesh, which beautifully contrasted with the dark garter straps and her black lace, see-through panties. The sight of her thick pubic pushing from her panties sent electric warmth running to both his brains. His cock lay flat against his stomach, urging him to drop his pants and beat it off as she dipped her hand down to hover over her engorged clit. She released one of her breasts from her bra, dropping like heavy fruit from a bough. Her large brown nipples were hard from the cool breeze in the room; she pinched a nipple and her pussy surged with a heavier nectar. Ethereal energy bathed them both; Michael continued to rapidly stroke himself while one hand pivoted off the bathroom wall, as if doing a vertical push-up. There must been any easier way to do this, he thought, just as his body slipped against the door frame, startling her right before she came. 

"You okay up there, Michael?" his mother shouted up to him. "We could use some help setting up down here, so wash up and come down."

"Yah, I'm fine... Okay," he said, gathering himself together, zipping up his pants frantically. He turned on the cold water, splashing himself back to his senses. He heard the brisk clicks come from the room nearby.

"What do you think you're doing, Michael?" a stern voice whispered. It sounded like a scolding teacher. Mrs. Roper seemed to tower above him, her long, tight thighs just inches from his chest. He was still hunched over the sink, his steel hard-on refusing to subside. He could smell the dank pheromones on her body; he could feel the heat and the sharp perfume drifting from her thighs.

"Um, washing my face, Lydia," he said with a sophomoric snicker.

"Mrs. Roper," she corrected. "You're not old enough to call me by my first name, sweetie. Were you watching me just now?"

"No! Well, ye-yes, sorry, I'm sorry," he stammered. He knew he'd lost.

"Don't be. I shouldn't have left that door open. What could a young handsome boy like yourself do but watch? Did you like what you saw?"

Michael was silent, utterly transfixed by her breasts–they were barely tucked beneath her red, silk top, and her bra, cupped under them instead of over them, jutted them further out. Her hard nipples pressed through the red silk top. A Santa cap drooped over her bangs. Her wanted to move her bangs and rub her.

She laughed. "You're silent, huh. Well, do you like what you see now?" She sexily twirled for him like a youthful teenager, squirming her legs to show off her seductive legs. "No? Still silent huh? How about if I do this?"

She dragged her straps down her arms to reveal her bare shoulders. Michael swallowed a bucket of his saliva in utter disbelief at what was happening. He tried to escape to see if his parents heard anything, but Mrs. Roper was two steps ahead of him. She walked to the staircase down the hallway and told his parents that he was upstairs playing video games in her daughter Lindsey's room. Somehow she got them to go rest at their house until the party started.

"Now," she said, entering the bathroom and locking it, "I just sent your parents home." She took off her top, revealing her delicious breasts. She loved the rush of blood in her boobs when she took them out like this. She sat him down on the toilet and stood over Michael, raising her skirt just as she had done in the bedroom.

"Mrs. Roper, please, my parents will find out," Michael managed utter.

"If anyone's wrong here, it's me, dear, and no one will know. Who can suspect a forty-two-year-old and a eighteen-year-old? No worries. Touch me–it will calm you," she assured, and placed his hand on her inner thigh. "Isn't that nice?"

"Oh Mrs. Roper," Michael sighed as caressed her legs. He slurped his saliva as he felt her cool, pale flesh that pressed out from her tight garter belt. She dropped her panties, revealing that untouchable space he'd sucked to head-clenching orgasms in his fantasies. He could see it glisten with a dew he was drawn to. The sound or word "silm" came to mind. Also "ocean," and "moonlight." He felt joyfully tortured, and flattered, that he was being seduced. His hard-on persisted to point toward her and she was equally flattered.

"Please Michael, show me what you were doing while you watched me," she asked demurely. He heard a sincere tone, not the condescending voice he'd felt minutes earlier, and so he obliged quickly and jerked himself off slowly—not as he had jerked off in his late night sessions of loneliness, but as if he were modeling himself for her, showing off the best angles of his muscles. He tried to flex casually without showing effort, to let her see his abs clench as he guided his strokes. His shaft was already creamed with a boiling white lather, but he hadn't orgasmed yet. His balls were pained from the stop-and-go events, and he could smell his own scent mixing in the air with hers. It added more electricity to the air. Mrs. Roper was dazzled by his delicious cock and took hold of it quickly and caringly, crouching down as she rubbed her pungent pussy. She kneeled before him to lick the layer of cream off his shaft. Michael leaned back, amazed at the endless angles of her warm mouth, the steady circles of her tongue. He nearly fainted as she bathed him in her hungry lust.

"Oh Lord that's a magnificent cock," she sighed as she slowly trailed her tongue up and down him. She bowed and pressed two hands against his chest as she bobbed up and down on him. "Mmmmmmm..."—her moans echoed. Slurping sounds bounced off the bathroom tile, drool trailed onto his balls and perineum, which she tickled delicately between breaths and strokes. He lifted himself off the toilet seat so as to penetrate her cheeks and pump deeply into her. She seemed not to have any gag reflex, despite his being four of seven inches into her. He held her head, caressing her shoulder-length brown hair. He stood up and held it back for her as she masterfully managed his manhood. Michael was dizzy, but when she stood up to suck and pinch his nipples, he was reminded this wasn't a dream.

She came up for air and steadily stroked his cum-creamed cock. "Now, think you're ready to blow a heavy load on these titties, Michael? You wanna give Mrs. Claus your cream?"

"Oh fuck yes, please, please let me cum."

"You know, giving–your cum that is–is the spirit of Christmas!" she laughed, wistfully batting her eyes at him. Now, on the count of three, I want you to unload your sack all over these juicy tits. I want a layer of icing all over these delicious D's. Ready?" 

"One–"

"Two–" she pushed her breasts together to prepare as he rapidly pumped.

Michael halted altogether and let out a guttural moan as he shot a rapid succession of hot semen in her hair, face, forehead and cheeks–they dribbled with the first rounds–and her breasts caught a pool of the burning cream several shots later. Even her belly was creamed. Lydia's mouth was agape, amazed at the sight of so much cum. She stroked some of it off her face just as more of it hit her off-guard on her neck and shoulders. Michael smacked the last pulsing contractions of his cock on her nipples.

"Three. Wowww baby," she exclaimed with a laugh, and proceeded to suck him off a second time. It didn't take long until he was rock-hard again. She stroked him up quickly and let him titty-fuck her sticky white breasts till he came one more time. That second time she caught all of it on her breasts and she trapped as much as she could as she snapped her bra cups on.

* * *

Michael woke up from his memory/fantasy and finally walked up the staircase while calling Mrs. Roper's name. The scent of mangos became stronger and stronger. Steam poured out from the bathroom at the top of the stairs, and the door was ajar, naturally. His heart beat rapidly as he realized that she had set him up, again. Again he felt shame and liberating lust at once. He peered in. She stood there only in crotchless, tan nylons and pumps, masturbating, enjoying her full body just as he'd remembered her years ago. She was still just as sexy, not as tall as he remembered, but now with a fuller, looser body which he found even sexier than the woman he'd seen at eighteen. God, those hips were so fine, and then such a slim waste—how he wanted to plant his hands there. He wanted to kneed her ass as she rode his face. He wanted her to force her pussy onto his tongue and mouth until she came on him, utterly pleased to use him before riding his cock. She continued to please herself with her back to him; he was hotly chilled by her sense of self-concern. Her juicy ass trembled as she caressed her hard clit. He was overwhelmed by a desire to spank her and take her strong from behind. With both hands she raised her loose breasts up and gave her nipples a hearty pinch, sighing as she let them fall freely.

She of course knew he was present, which gave extra charge to her pussy, and she gave her pale ass a healthy smack, as if reading his mind. She could hear him unzip his jeans, the sweet sound of a man's eager zipper.

"It's been a few years, Michael. Now it's my turn," she said without turning around. She stretched out her arms in front of her, taking a firm hold of the porcelain sink, and slowly took a step back, extending her tight calves in delectable four-inch pumps. She arched her ass and made room between her sweat-glistening thighs to reveal her untrimmed pussy. She jiggled her ass playfully, anticipating his sniffing, long nose and his explorative tongue.

"Turn off the bath faucet and come here," she quietly ordered.

Michael didn't say a word as he approached her from behind. He'd only been so hard one other time in his life, and it was the other time he was with her. He lowered himself near her ass, inhaling the scent of the fruity bubble bath, the suffocating steam, and the pungent womanly musk that made wrapped around him.

"Cat got your tongue last time. Hope you brought it today," she said with a domineering laugh. She felt his breath on her ass; she spread her labia just as he instinctively dipped his face into her pink.



Show Me What You've Got



11:45 pm, the Sheraton, Tacoma, Washington.

Rosette Cole was descending in the elevator from her 26th floor hotel room, contemplating her next move. As something that always on her mind, she wanted sex in that place and knew that there would be no problem getting it. But she wasn't in the mood for the ordinary that night; she needed something different. It's not as though she really had ordinary sex at all though; traveling from city to city around the world on the Black Card daddy gave her having one night stands was never ordinary and no two stories alike. If that were the case, Rose would have stopped what she was doing years ago, but at 31, it still hadn't bored her in the least bit and that night would prove no different.

Finding something out of the norm would prove a bit of a challenge, especially finding someone she felt safe doing extraordinary things with. But to Rose, 11:45 was early and she was determined to search all night for what she needed. As she hit the bottom floor, she traversed in and out of the 19 meeting rooms of the hotel in hopes of finding an exciting opportunity. Something or someone was always willing to aid her without a problem; standing at 5 foot 6, 38C-26-40, the Mexican-Indonesian beauty was hard to pass up, especially that night. Normally she wore a thick pair of non-prescription bookworm glasses and put her hair in a bun in order to appear 'innocent' before her wild side appeared in the bedroom. This wasn't one of those nights. 

She wore a red, half-corset with black lace running across the front that displayed all of her toned abs and most of her breasts as well, covering only the bottom portion and a centimeter above her nipples; a low rise silk black skirt that didn't completely cover her ass but hugged the parts it did cover and a pair of red, 6 inch stiletto heels from Ellie Shoes that strapped up to the bottoms of her knees. Her butt-length, dark, curly hair was flowing completely free of any restraints and a hint of Lucky Number 6 wafted through the air as the cherry on the sundae. Without words, the outfit read 'fuck me, no questions asked' and that's the way she needed it. This way she didn't have to worry about any prudish types approaching her with something that wasn't worth her time.

The moment she entered the first room, she received glares and stares from women and men alike. Some of the men were married and flashed smiled in her direction, only to receive a serious public talking to by their wives. Others were just out of their league; old, bald middle aged men and others who appeared too frail to help her with what she needed to have done. She did notice a young, light-skinned black woman with red tinted hair sitting in a chair alone and decided to wink at her. The girl darted her eyes back and forth to make sure she was winking at the right person but her thoughts were confirmed when she caught Rose staring at her as she still walked past. As Rose exited the room, she looked back and noticed that the girl was gone. Damn, she thought to herself, I could have showed her a good time.

At 12:30, Rose had already made her way through most of the meeting rooms and was almost getting discouraged. She decided to take a walk outside in the cool night air to clear her thoughts and left through the front entrance. Perched on a nearby bench, she took a look across the street at her rented Infiniti and thought to take a trip further downtown to see if she could find somebody in the city streets on that Saturday night. It was a gamble but also a good idea for her at that point. As she stood up and took the first step towards her vehicle a soft spoken voice called for her from behind.

"Excuse me," the voice said. Rose turned around and saw that it was the red headed black woman from inside the first room who looked even better close up. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Rose smiled back at her, "sure," she replied. She made a gesture for the two of them to sit down on the bench and they did. Rose could tell that the girl was a little nervous but very determined to say what she needed.

"I know this is going to be really forward and I really hope you're not offended..."

"Oh, don't worry," Rose said, "I'm really hard to offend. I mean look how I'm dressed; I should expect a few comments to get thrown my way."

This eased the girls' mind a little bit and she seemed less nervous now. She looked back towards the entrance and saw a tall black man leaning on the wall next to the door. She then looked back at Rose and started up again. "You see him? That's my boyfriend, Tariq. I'm Carrie by the way."

"Well, you can call me Rose."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thanks. I like yours too."

"Really? It's so common."

"That doesn't mean it's not pretty."

"I guess you're right. I never thought of that before."

Rose could tell that she had put Carrie at ease quickly. She even broke her own rule of discussing her real name in the beginning in order to let herself go a little more than normal. Something told her it was going to be worth it.

"Well," Carrie started up again softly, "this is probably going to sound really bad but... Tariq and I are visiting out her from out of town and... to be a little spontaneous we were going to go out and...well..."

"Go on, I'm listening," Rose responded with a bright smile on her face.

"We were going to a club to find a girl to have a threesome with for the first time... and I know this is really forward but when I saw you back there I knew I wanted it to be with you and I told Tariq and he agreed that you are very...very attractive."

Roses' smile went from a large, closed mouth grin to her showing all of her teeth and smiling ear to ear. "And..."

"And... I was wondering if you would like to join us?"

Jackpot. Just as she needed it too, opportunity knocked at her door. She leaned her head back behind Carrie and called out, "Hey, Tariq. Come here." He did as told and walked slowly over to the pair. As Tariq stood next to Carrie, Rose caught a good look at him. He was a dark complexioned man about 6 foot 1; she could tell he shaved his head and had some muscle built up. He wore a black muscle T-shirt and loose, but not baggy, denim jeans with a pair of all black Timberland boots. This was close to her type when I came to men and so she had no qualms about the question based on his looks and she had already confirmed to Carrie that she caught her eye. Standing up, she couldn't have been taller than 5 foot 2 and her lighter than caramel skin tone created a beautiful transition from her face, to the dark roots of her curly hair through the strands she had dyed permanently ruby red. Rose thought she was a model at first sight and wanted to be the lucky one to make her pose in faces that should be in pictures. Pictures in Penthouse, but pictures nonetheless.

"Tariq," Rose asked in a schoolgirl like voice, "would you like to have me fuck the two of you?"

Without a pause he responded in a deep, bass filled voice, "Only if you give us the pleasure of pleasing you as well."

Rose looked back at Carrie. "Okay, I'm yours."

Carrie immediately stood up. "Really?" she asked.

"Yes...really," Rose responded. She also caught a bright smile come across Tariq's face. She knew she had made their night. "But, in order to make this a memorable first time, you two are going to take care of a few things."

Tariq and Carrie seemed puzzled at first but decided to listen to what Rose had in mind. Rose reached into the left cup of her corset and pulled out her room key.

"Tariq, you're going to wait in my room and wait for us to get back."

Confused, Carrie asked, "so where are we going?"

"We're going to Hustler Hollywood. Its 10 minutes down the street so it shouldn't take long. I'm going to make this as enjoyable as possible for all of us."

Tariq and Carrie were now a little surprised but willing to go along with it. After all, they had just asked a total stranger to have sex with them, it would only be right that she would have a few demands of her own. Tariq took the room key as Carrie turned to him to kiss him goodbye. To make sure everything was legit, Rose walked up and gave Tariq a deep, but quick, tongue kiss and told him goodbye as well. Turning her head she saw Carrie had a blank expression on her face so she decided to fix this by giving her a deep kiss as well, but not as quick as she had given Tariq; this one was more passionate and Carrie didn't know how to react at first but after a moment her tension settled and she began kissing Rose as she would Tariq. He was all too happy to see this.

"Damn, it's like that?" he said to no one in particular. "I can't wait 'til you two get back."

Rose finally eased off of Carrie whose eyes were still closed. She looked at him and said, "Then you better get going. We'll be back before you can miss us." Carrie finally opened her eyes and nodded her head in agreement, not knowing what to say. Tariq nodded back and made his way back into the hotel and up to Roses' room. 

At that moment, Rose took Carries' hand and led her over to the rented, 2-door, liquid platinum Infiniti G35 Coupe. Inside, the sounds of D'Angelo's 'Lady' began to play in the speakers of the car as Rose started the engine and Carrie finally caught a good whiff of the Lucky Number 6 perfume Rose wore and the smell made her hot. Rose looked over to Carrie, with her legs crossed in the passenger seat, and truly realized how amazing she looked. She wore a simple outfit; a black, slip-on dress that came halfway down her thighs and a sensible pair of black, open toed stilettos with her hair hanging free in an almost curly afro, reminiscent of Kelis in her early years. Her face was devoid of any blemishes or flaws and her lips perched out slightly giving them a full and beautiful look. Rose bit her own bottom lip thinking about tasting what was beneath Carrie's legs.

"So," Rose started, "whose idea was this?"

"Well, we had really talked about this before on several occasions before tonight and couldn't find the right opportunity. We came here to Tacoma from Indiana for a vacation and to visit Tariq's brother and in all honesty, I decided that if we were going to do this, that the night before we left here would be the perfect time."

"Hmm, I get that," Rose said matter-of-factly. "Go to a place to do something that wouldn't be as easy to catch up with you later. This way you don't have to run into the person involved at a later time for either your boyfriend to see without you around or, in case it was a bad experience, you just wouldn't have to see that person at all. No full names, no numbers, no addresses. Just simple sex."

"Wow," Carrie replied, shocked. "That's exactly it. How would you know something like that?"

"Oh, let's just say I've used a similar mechanism in my life." Rose then took her right hand off of the steering wheel and started to caress Carries' leg. "After tonight though, I'm going to make you wish you ran into me when you got here."

Carrie briefly looked Rose in the eye and gave her a wide smile. Since she had first spoken to her only minutes ago she had done nothing but make her more and more comfortable with the decision she had made to talk to her. As beautiful as Rose was, she didn't feel threatened by her and felt that she was going to take care of her in a special way that strangers sometimes do. She caressed Roses hand as well with her own while sitting back and enjoying the smooth R&B coming from the speakers.

Only moments later, they pulled up to the parking lot of Hustler Hollywood and Rose parked the car in backwards in a front parking spot.

"I have a question for you," Rose said before turning off the engine. "How much stuff do you have at home or with you that's focused towards being sexy or just sex in general? I mean clothes, lingerie, toys, movies, things like that." 

"To be honest not much. I have a teddy that he got me last year and... I can't believe I'm telling you this but, I have a small vibrator I got myself a long time ago. We've talked about getting some other things but sometimes I get a little embarrassed walking into those kinds to stores. And you can only afford so much, I mean, we drove to get here."

"Carrie...tonight is your lucky night." Rose hopped out of the car excitedly and opened the trunk of her rental to see how much space was available. "Just enough," she said to herself.

"For what," Carrie asked.

Rose grabbed her hand and took her inside the brightly lit store. Carrie was amazed by what she saw. In the front were games, condoms, a coffee shop and lots of clothes and costumes for men and women. In the back were DVD's, books and toys that were a little bit more on the naughty side. "It's time to go shopping," Rose told her. "Everything you want in here and everything I think you'll need is going back to the hotel with us."

It almost didn't fit in the trunk. Countless DVD's of porn, dozens of pairs of panties, corsets, heels, stockings, robes, oils, vibrators, etc. amounting to a little over $3000 was packed into the trunk of the Coupe. Carrie couldn't believe that a stranger just spent a small fortune on her sex life. Rose loved seeing the look of surprise and happiness on her face at the gesture. If anything, Rose was always gentle when need be and tonight was no exception.

"I don't know what to say," Carrie said while seated in the car again. "You must have a lot of fucking money to burn. How can I thank you enough?"

Rose smiled at Carrie and reached over to kiss her once again. This time Carrie was prepared and reciprocated by thrusting her tongue into Rose's mouth furiously, making herself wet in the process. As they pulled away, Rose told her, "You can thank me by enjoying yourself tonight."

"I think I can do that. No doubt, I will do that."

Rose started up the car again and the pair made a short journey back to the hotel. Once they reached the parking lot, Rose pulled out cell phone from a compartment inside the car and dialed a number up. A voice said 'hello' on the other end and Carrie realized that it was Tariq in Rose's room.

"Hey," Rose said like a best friend, "Carrie and I just got back and we're about to head up to the room but we have to drop a few things off in your room and take a shower first. If you would, hop in the shower too and be waiting for us with the lights off with just a towel on.

"I can do that," Tariq responded. They said their goodbyes and hung up the phones. Rose had room service help her and Carrie take the bags up Carries' room on the 14th floor. The bellboy, who looked all of 16, was amazed at all of the sexy attire and toys he managed to get a peek at in the white, square bags. Once everything was in the room, Rose asked the boy his name and he told her it was Rodney. She said she would have something special for him when she left the next day. She left him a $100 tip on her tab. 

"So, you told Tariq we were going to get in the shower, right?"

"Yep, together."

"Mmm, you know, I've never taken a shower with another woman before?"

"Don't worry; it's not that difficult or anything. It just might be a little hard to get out."

The girls stripped down inside the small bathroom and each got a good look at each other naked for the first time that night. Rose was amazed once again, noticing her B cup breasts and nice round ass poking out from behind. Carrie had the kind of body that Rose loved to see on women and she took her first opportunity to apprehend her. Carrie got into the shower first and turned on the water to a high degree. Feeling the steam from behind her, Rose's blood rose to a fever heat and she grabbed Carrie's now soaking wet body from behind and started to rub her breasts hard, which turned Carrie on in a way she couldn't describe. She reached for her soap and pouf and started to lather herself up as Rose licked and suckled on her neck and back, making a trail down to the small of her back. Carrie let out a low 'ooohh' at first but tried to continue with actually washing herself off. Before she even realized what part of her body she was washing, she felt Rose's hands reach down between her legs and start to massage her clit. As hot as it was inside the bathroom, a chill ran up Carrie's spine and she immediately turned around and began to wash Rose's breasts and abs off with her pouf. 

Rose had never let go of Carrie as she began to wash her and pulled her closer to herself so as their breasts were now touching and Rose pinned her to the side of the shower wall. Carrie closed her eyes as Rose began to suck on her neck and let out a much louder moan once she felt Rose's fingers slide into her, making her pussy not only wet on the outside, but now soaking on the inside. The feeling intensified once she felt the familiar touch of Rose's lips on her own and they began a brief kiss; brief only because of the moan of ecstasy coming from Carrie's lips as she felt Rose hit her g-spot with ease.

"OH, ROSE!" Carrie screamed out.

Rose continued to suck on her neck and thrusting 3 of her fingers in and out of Carrie, noticing that her legs began shaking uncontrollably in the beginning of an expected orgasm. Carrie, however, had never cum like this before and yelled out, "OH SHIT!" before freezing up in mid motion in her climax. She sat there for a few seconds before her legs started to shake again, much slower this time, before slowly falling onto the floor of the shower, her ass making a splash as she hit the bottom. 

"You liked that, didn't you?" Rose asked.

"I loved it," Carrie replied, out of breath.

Rose smiled at her and told her to hurry up so they could finish a quick shower and get dressed as Tariq was still waiting for them. 

A few minutes later, the pair were sitting on the bed spreading lotion all over each other and picking out some attire from the piles of bags sprawled across the floor. Once dressed, each placed on a short trench coat they found in the costume section and made their way towards the door. Rose had Carrie wait outside though, in order to grab a few extra things to make the night extra special. She walked out with one of the bigger bags from the Hustler store and made their way to the elevator. Once upstairs, they walk to the front door of the room and Rose stops them before going in. She makes another call to inside the room and Tariq picked up.

"Where are you in the room?" Rose asked.

"I'm sitting on the bed," Tariq replied.

"I need you to take a chair from the dinner table and move it towards the middle of your room with your back to the door. And the lights better be off."

"Alright," he stated before hanging up.

Rose looked at Carrie before going in and asked, "Are you ready?"

"More than I've ever been," Carrie said.

"Good; Show me what you've got."

Rose opened the door to the dark room but could make her way around with the glare of the lights outside. Carrie walked in after her and closed the door. Rose walked into the kitchen and sat the bag down on the outside island for later, not showing herself to Tariq just yet. 

"Am I supposed to get up?" he asked.

Suddenly, music began to play from speakers surrounding the room. The bass line of Madonna's 'Justify My Love' came thumping into the air at a low level and suddenly, he felt Carrie's hands from behind, moving from his shoulders, down to his wrists and then-

Click!

Before he could feel them, the handcuffs were on his wrists. He snatched his head back to catch a glimpse of Carrie to make sure he wasn't in danger but his head was pulled back in the other direction by Rose's hand and the comfort of her stockings on his thighs as she perched on top of him. "Oh no, baby," Rose whispered in his ear. "You aren't going to be doing any moving until the show is over." Tariq calmed down before her sentence had finished. He was rewarded by feeling Rose's soft hands fall down and caress the muscles on his chest. Carrie finally walked up from behind him and he saw the dark trench coats the both of them wore, noticing there had to be something under them as they both sported thigh high stockings and heels as well.




Show Me What You've Got



Carrie began to dance seductively in front of Tariq and Rose sat down on the edge of the bed to observe her. While dancing, she slowly peeled off her trench coat to reveal what was underneath; a red and black lace panty and bra set with matching garter belt that connected to her black stockings and red heels. Her breasts bounced as she dipped to the floor during a break in the song and she almost fluttered back up, hands high in the air, belly dancing with an ironing board flat stomach. Rose finally got up and made her move, standing behind Carrie and making a line from her cleavage and outlining her silhouette with her hands, ending down at her ankles. Tariq's dick started to stand up at the sight of the gorgeous women in front of him touching.

Rose took notice and sat down in his lap, backwards and began to grind him as though giving him a $100 lap dance. He was fully erect by the time she sat down and she could feel this through the silk panties she wore that were noticeably wet now. Rose took off her coat and threw it on the bed to reveal her all black corset to accompany the black stockings, panties and heels she had on as well. Carrie loved the sight of Rose's body in and out of clothes and was appreciating it more than she thought she should at that moment. She bent down and kissed Rose, which was second nature at this point, while letting her hand roam down between her legs to feel her almost drenched pussy and also, her boyfriends dick moving back and forth on the outside of the Rose's black panties. Making the first real move in the threesome, she lowered herself between the legs of the two sitting down and started to lick the tip of Tariq's penis while also moistening the outside of Rose's panties. Both of them started to moan feeling Carrie's tongue and this turned her on even more than before. 

Carrie started to concentrate on sucking her boyfriend's dick, consuming the head and lathering it with her saliva. During this, Rose lifted herself off of Tariq, only to turn herself around, still straddling him, but now standing up. Carrie took advantage of the extra space by taking more of Tariq into her mouth, making him moan loudly, "Damn girl! That shit drives me wild!"

Rose held his head in her hands and began to kiss him softly, enjoying the vibrations his mouth provided to hers from the subtle sounds he continued to make while receiving oral sex from his girlfriend. Rose wanted to feel more of these vibrations elsewhere and untied the laces to the front of her corset to let her breasts fall out directly in front of his face. She took his head, still in her hands, and forced it onto her right breast and he began to work his tongue around her nipple and suck as hard as he could, still reeling from Carrie's mouth which now included a large portion of his member. Rose had him alternate from one breast to the other, saying, "yes...yes...YES...just like that..." as he continued to alternate. After about three minutes of this, Rose felt it was time for a change and told them it was time to make a switch. She instructed Carrie to sit down on the edge of the chair while Tariq got behind Rose. They unlocked his handcuffs only to latch them again in front of him. Carrie did as told and sat on the edge of the chair while Rose got on her knees in between her legs and removed her panties. As she slipped them past her heels, Rose took a whiff of the garments before placing her head in between Carries' legs to kiss her thighs and gently kiss her clit, causing Carrie to shiver. She lifted herself in order to give Carrie a peck on the lips and then swiftly went down between her thighs to begin digging away at her pussy with her mouth. 

Carrie quickly let out an, "OH!" as soon as she felt her pussy being penetrated. As planned, Tariq became excited, pulled down Rose's panties and shoved his hard manhood into her, causing her to squeak, but not lose her rhythm while dining on Carrie's pie. Rose's long tongue was enough to stretch the length of Carrie's slit and she used it to polish it with long strokes, dousing it with her mouths' liquid. Not knowing what to do with her hands, Carrie held onto Rose's hair and out of pleasure, pushed her face harder and harder into her own pussy, feeling herself drip onto the cotton fabric of the chair. As she peeked up, she saw Tariq, with beginning beads of sweat on his brow, pushing his stiff dick into Rose repeatedly, causing her ass to jiggle and further push her into Carrie's crotch. Rose began moaning as well from the feeling of being in the middle of such satisfaction. Tariq's long cock was reaching to the ends of her pussy with each and every dart inside of her shaved pussy, making a stream of delight crawl down her thighs. Before long, Carrie began to convulse in another powerful orgasm in the same manner as before. Rose took this to her advantage and when Carrie's legs began to shake, she took three fingers on her right hand and began to stimulate her g-spot rapidly while applying pressure to her clit with her tongue.

"Oh my GOD! Oh my GOD, OH MY GOD!" Carrie screamed out as she felt the rush come over her. As fast as the sensation came to her, she came for Rose, letting a torrent of her own sweet juices fall and drip it's way down Rose's arm, falling down onto the carpet. Rose pulled her hand out of the hole and started to lick her fingertips. "Delicious," she told her seductively. Carrie was out of breath this time but this only meant more of an opportunity for Rose. She started to lick up the fluid from around Carrie's thighs and started to munch on her box yet again with more furor than before. During this time, Tariq slowed down his strokes, only to observe what was happening in front of him. He quickened his pace once he heard Carrie call for Rose to stop because the feeling was too much for her to bear; still sensitive from the orgasm she still felt consuming her. 

Rose stopped herself from pleasuring Carrie further and had Tariq calm down as well. She rose up from her position and Carrie grabbed her forcibly kissed her, placing her own tongue as far back into her mouth as she could, tasting every bit of what has just fallen from inside herself. Tariq crawled from behind Rose and gave Carrie a deep kiss as well, alternating between her and Rose. After a moment, Rose turned to Carrie and asked her, "Since you can't take my mouth anymore, would you like to taste your boyfriend from inside of me?" Carrie gave a rushed, "Uh-hmm," nodding her head swiftly while agreeing to the act. Rose fell onto the bed and started to scoot herself backwards towards the mountain of pillows by the headboard. She laid her head down and motioned with her finger for Carrie to come to over and almost purred to her, "Come and get me."

She did as told and crawled on the bed until she was between Rose's legs. Although she had never done the act before, she had some knowledge of what to do from having Rose perform on her as well as Tariq in the past. Surprisingly, she was a better pussy eater than she imagined, slurping and sucking away at Rose's already moist box like it was a last meal. She had already enjoyed the taste of Tariq's cock before this night but to taste it from inside of Rose's sweetness made it even more scrumptious. She sucked on the hole more than anything, trying to hold on to the fading taste of Tariq's saltiness, yet still being delighted by Rose's surging delicacy. 

"Jesus, you're so good at eating that pussy, baby; gimmie some more!" Rose called out. "And you...come here." 

Tariq walked over to the side of the bed, dick still as hard as ever but dripping with female secretions. "Mmmm, that's what I want," Rose said before partaking on his cock like a lollipop. Rose deep throated him with ease, a feeling he hadn't experienced for some time because of his girth, making him moan uncontrollably, darting his hard self between the exotic beauties pouting lips rapidly yet again. Spit began to dribble out of her mouth and down his dick and balls, making a small puddle on the edge of the bed. Rose took the time to caress his wet balls with her hand, creating an added sensation for the near cumming Tariq. Rose didn't expect Carrie to be so well adept at eating her out and was caught off guard by her own pending orgasm after what seemed like only a few minutes. Carries' moans were filling the room along with the soft R&B still drifting in the background. Not really aware of her actions, Rose grabbed Tariq's ass and began to force him into her even further, letting her lips reach the beginning of his balls as she continued sucking him off. Within seconds, Rose began to orgasm and gushed all over Carrie's face, drenching her with liquid and Tariq came as well, first inside of Rose's mouth, then he pulled out to release himself all over her breasts and stomach, letting out a loud screech as he let himself flow onto Rose's skin. The sight of his semen worked up Carrie who rose up slightly to begin climbing across Rose's body and lightly licking up the secretion in small doses. Rose grabbed her before she could lick up too much and started to deeply kiss her yet again, both bodies now drenched in sex, sweat and semen. But Rose wasn't done.

"Tariq," Rose started, "Can you bring the bag from the kitchen counter over here and sit it down by me? Oh and the keys to the handcuffs are in there too."

He pulled the keys out of the bag first releasing the handcuffs, laid the bad on the floor by the bed then plopped down on the chair they started on, now soaking wet and cold. "Shit that was intense!" he exclaimed. "I didn't think you had all that in you."

"You mean had you in me," Rose replied. "But I'm not done yet. I have a couple more things to do before we're through."

Perplexed, Carrie asked, "What else is there?"

Rose reached into the bag and pulled out an 18 inch double headed, red dildo, still in the package. "This," she told her. She removed it from the box and told Carrie to sit up on the bed with her legs spread. Carrie did this and watched as Rose put one end of the dildo into her mouth to wet it and then placed that same end into Carrie. Carrie tensed up a bit, still a little sensitive, but let a good 4 inches into her. She didn't know the semantics of the device but understood that her hips were about get a workout. Rose came over to Carrie and sat in front of her, legs spread as well, but wrapped around Carrie. Rose asked her if she was ready but she's not sure if anything ever left her lips before she felt Rose's on hers. Rose stuck the other end inside herself and began thrusting with her hips, making Carrie jerk and let out a loud, "OH!" Carrie reciprocated by thrusting as well, causing Rose to, "OH" as well. The feeling was incredible and both girls started to flood again, causing the sheets under them to dampen as they splashed and felt each others pussies grind against each other. Push after push they grew increasingly loud as they continued to try and out dominate each other, at one point both just kissed each other while holding themselves as close as they could. Eventually, Carries stamina wore down and Rose realized that she was pumping the dildo into Carrie without receiving a push back. Carrie let out a steady stream of loud grunts but couldn't really move back. Rose knew how to remedy this.  

"Come here baby," she whispered to Carrie. Carrie came over to her and wrapped her arms around Roses' neck and her legs around her waist. Rose then positioned them on the edge of the bed so Rose's feet were touching the ground, still in heels and Carrie was still wrapped around her. Without warning, Rose reached between their legs and grabbed the dildo and began to fuck Carrie with it as hard and fast as she could. Rose felt Carries' nails digging into her back as she was being held tightly. She watched Tariq as he was jerking himself off, getting hard again as he watched Rose take his girlfriend past cloud 9. Rose smiled at him and knew she had to finish Carrie off. She continued to plow and force the object into Carries' pussy, never slowing her pace. Tears of satisfaction came down Carries face and rolled onto Rose's back but no words. Carries eyes then rolled in the back of her head and as expected, a tidal wave of juice fell out of her and onto the floor and Rose. She clenched her legs together tightly but couldn't close them as they were still wrapped around Rose. Rose continued fucking her, causing at least a half a gallon of liquid to fall from out of the girl before eventually stopping and letting her slump over from exhaustion and pure bliss.  

She lay down on the bed and watched as Rose walked over to Tariq and begin riding him in the chair, screaming for him to give her his entire dick. He obliged by picking her up by her thighs and forcing her up and down on his erect shaft, taking it in entirely. "Yes! Yes! That's what I need! Oh fuck yes!" Hearing this aroused him even more as he picked her up again and placed her back down on the bed and began to pump her so hard he seemed angry. Rose felt the sensation throughout her body and loved being fucked this way especially with a dick that big. She lifted herself up with her hands while still being fucked and told Tariq, "You are making me cum. Do not stop." He listened and increased his tempo until he felt a cataclysm come down and cover his dick and noticed the bed became increasingly damp. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Rose screamed. She too tightened her legs around Tariq, calling for him to cum inside her. He let out a loud scream, similar to the one before and did as told, letting his entire load off into Rose's deep pussy walls. He fell down onto the bed beside her and passed out. Rose looked at Carrie next to her and Tariq to the other side and smiled. Mission accomplished, time to move on.

Rose was gone once Tariq and Carrie woke up around 10:30 the next morning. They realized they were still in her room with the room filled with sex scents, toys and clothes spread around. They gathered everything up and made their way to their own room, laughing hysterically as they entered the elevator.

Tariq couldn't believe all of the things Rose bought but had no problem putting it all in his black Navigator and thinking of what to do with it in the future. That afternoon on the road, Carrie heard an unfamiliar ring coming from her purse. As she opened it she saw Rose's phone going off. She flipped it open and noticed an alert saying 'Read Me' and set for just then. The note said:

Last night was incredible and I hope you feel the same. I wish you and Tariq the best of luck and I hope you practice with all of the stuff I got you when we see each other again. This is a prepaid phone I want you to keep and I will make sure it stays on in order to call you when I pass through Indiana. Have a safe trip and I hope to see you later.

Carrie smiled as she read the note and placed the phone near her heart as she passed through the city. With her new inspiration in Rose, she felt more confident in her sex life and was ready for anything. With her newfound smile, she looked over to Tariq and asked, "Have you ever gotten a blowjob while driving?"



Show Me Your Fire Truck



It was Friday night and we were all sitting around the firehouse just hanging out and waiting for a call. We just got a new fire truck that day and everyone was stopping by the station to see it.

I said that someone needed to "christen the new truck", meaning someone had to have sex in the new truck so it was broken in. Everyone laughed and started telling tales about their own romps on the other trucks. Tales of getting caught with girlfriends on top of the other engine and guys going "Why do you think we call it a hose bed?" 

I asked my boyfriend if he wants to when everyone leaves and he says no and becomes a really nasty jerk because I asked him. I walk across the room and go hang out at the bar with Bobby and Kevin, his two best friends. Bobby starts putting his hands on my ass without my permission so after asking him to stop a few times. I poured a glass full of ice cubes down the front of his sweatpants making sure I got ice in his underwear too. He was not amused and grabbed me by my wrists. He dragged me out of the room and on to the apparatus floor. Kevin quickly followed behind in case Bobby was going to really hurt me. 

Bobby pushed me up against the pump panel and held me there as he opened the door to the crew compartment. Once he got the door open, he kissed me without warning. Once I realized what was going on, I kissed him back. I climbed into the crew cab of the truck and was followed in by Bobby and Kevin. Bobby pulled my shirt over my head and began sucking on my bra-less C cups. Kevin just sat back and watched as we went at it. 

I freed Bobby from his sweatpants and begin to suck on him as he sat against the SCBA set up on the bench seat. He grabbed my head and forced me on his cock as he came in my mouth forcibly. I swallowed it all except a few drops and he kissed it off my chin. 

Kevin made me turn around and tells me it's his turn. I looked and he had his jeans around his ankles and he was rock hard and ready for me. Bobby grabbed my waist and started to unbutton my jeans and pull them down around my ankles. He slapped my ass and pushed me over so that my face was in Kevin's lap and my ass was in Bobby's face. 

I started to lick Kevin and Bobby started to lick my wet pussy. The more Bobby licked my slit the wilder I sucked on Kevin's little fireman. With Bobby's thumb circling my clit hard and three fingers deep in my box, I was about to explode. I started to moan loudly so Kevin shoved my head down on his cock so I'd keep quiet. As I played with Kevin's balls, I felt them harden. As Bobby rammed his cock into me, Kevin told me he was gonna cum then grunted like an animal as the hot cum hit the back of my throat like a rocket going into space. The motion of Bobby's balls slapping against my clit verses Kevin's huge cock sliding in and out of my sopping wet pussy had me ready to cum again. Bobby and I came hard together then he left me face down in the crew seat as Kevin took his turn. 

I was still riding the shock waves from my last orgasm when Kevin started pile driving me. Bobby got underneath and started licking cum from my clit. I was in sheer heaven as the pressure built up again. They were both driving me crazy with every stroke. I felt like I could go all night with them fucking my brains out. I couldn't get enough of these two guys. I begged them to do me harder as Bobby sucked on my clit and Kevin pounded into me faster. I was so wet that Kevin started to slip out so he took it slower and started playing with my ass. As he slipped his finger in my ass all the way, I went off and collapsed on top of Bobby. Kevin finished himself off and shot his load all over me and Bobby on the floor of the fire truck. I felt sorry for the next guy to wear that set of SCBA. He was going to be sticky. 

We got dressed and cleaned up the truck a bit after our romp then went back into the TV room with the rest of the guys. For the rest of the night we kept giving each other knowing glances and smiles. 

When we were about to leave, my boyfriend asked me if I still wanted to "christen" the fire truck. I giggled and told him I wasn't in the mood anymore.



Show Me Your Ink



Sweat dripped off Matthew's forehead and stung his pale blue eyes. Not the Halloween weather Matthew remembered growing up with in Delaware. Even after four years he had difficulty adjusting to his new home in San Diego. Adults ferried their costumed children through the hot afternoon, trick or treating amidst shops that enticed with free treats for the little kids and costly treats for the bigger ones. Signs posted in bars announced Halloween parties with prizes for the best costume. Tattoo parlors advertised Halloween discounts.

Matthew entered Oracle Tattoo. The decor struck him almost as quickly as the air conditioning. Sheets of tattoos covered almost every inch of wall space, except for the framed photographs of tribesmen with piercings and tribal tattoos and the muted flat screen playing "Night Of The Living Dead."

Matthew approached a glass counter which was filled with jewelry for piercing and plugs made of wood and colorful stones.

"Can I help you?" asked a young woman.

He recognized the curly blonde hair and delicious lips. Four years ago she had sat in front of him in his high school biology class. Alexandra Forrester was the quintessential blonde bombshell that every senior boy, including Matthew, wanted to get their hands on but were too intimidated to talk to.

"Hi. I'm looking to get an old tattoo fixed."

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "Don't I know you?"

He looked down at the counter pretending to study its contents. "Matthew Gold. We had biology together."

He looked into her dark brown eyes remembering the many nights he spent masturbating to thoughts of her.

"Right. You were one of those shy kids who always stared at my boobs but were afraid to do anything about it, like most of the boys." She laughed.

He laughed out of courtesy as if he got the joke but his face flushed with embarrassment. 

"Still haven't changed much, huh?"

Had he been staring at her boobs? Is that what she meant?

"Well, you're looking good Matthew. Four years seems to have been good to you."

Matthew smiled. He forced his eyes to stay away from the large breasts that made him hard just thinking about them.

"Hold on a sec," she said. I know just the person for you."

She left the counter to talk to a woman at a station in the back. He could see them laughing and he considered leaving before she returned but couldn't decide if staying or walking out was more humiliating.

"Hi. I'm Annabelle," said the woman with bright green eyes who returned with Alexandra.

She extended her hand, which Matthew took after wiping his clammy palm on his shorts. He marveled at the intricately detailed tattoo that ran the length of her arm. A black panther with green eyes wrestled with a large golden snake that coiled itself around the panther's body. The panther's jaw gripped the snake by the neck.

"Matthew."

"Yes, I know."

There was a charge in the air when she spoke, her crimson hair adding to his excitement. Her eyes scanned his body searching. Matthew kept close to the counter so his erection couldn't be noticed.

"So? Let's see it," she said.

"What?"

"Your tattoo."

Matthew looked around the shop. Three teenage girls were giggling and pointing at objects in a case and two older boys were making crude jokes as they gawked at the tattoos of naked women. Matthew reached for his T-shirt but then hesitated.

"Come with me," Annabelle said.

She stepped around the counter taking his hand. Her fingers were as soft as velvet and warm. Annabelle blew a kiss to Alexandra and led him down a cobwebbed hallway past an open area where tattoo artists were plying their trade. Shirtless and half naked customers reclined uninhibited on leather chairs as tattoo needles penetrated willing flesh eager to filled with ink.

She held him firmly, her thumb stroking the top of his hand. Through a doorway to a smaller hallway, three private rooms faced a wall adorned with posters of naked women covered in tattoos posing provocatively.

"Watch the pumpkins," She told him as he almost crushed one that guarded one of the rooms.

"Have a seat", she motioned to the table.

He hopped up, his feet dangled over the edge.

"Are you ready to show me now?" She reached behind her head and untied her ponytail, her breasts pressed against her black T-shirt. He hadn't noticed before that she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples erect beneath the fabric.

His hands shook when he lifted his shirt up exposing his abdomen. Annabelle pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in the chair near the doorway. He folded his arms across his chest. He hoped she would think he was too cold.

"Might as well have a good look."

"It's um..." He placed his hands on either side of his abdomen as if trying to contain some part of him getting away. A black and green dragon covered him from chest to belly. Beneath his belly button a thick flaming tongue disappeared in the waistband of his shorts.

"You can see it's faded in spots and there's a bunch of broken lines."

"Why don't you lay back?" She placed one hand on the chair back and the other hand on his bare shoulder and gently pushed him down until he was flat.

The room was cool, the leather chilly against his back, but her hands were warm as they moved slowly across his tattoo, her fingers squeezing the ink beneath his skin. 

"How old is this?"

"About three years, maybe a little more", he stammered.

"Not too long after high school."

"Yeah."

"Could you scoot up?"

Matthew slid up, his shorts slipping down a bit in the process. He lifted his body and reached down to pull them up.

"You don't have to do that."

She bent down, her face almost against his chest. Her hair filled him with the scent of vanilla. She laid her palm flat on his chest and moved carefully down the dragon's body. Fingers caressed the length of the beast and its tongue until it reached his waistband. She rested her cheek near his nipple and reached down to find the tip of the dragon's tongue and the tip of his dick. Her hand grasped his erection, her thumb brushing across the hole. 

Matthew jumped, his upper lip full of sweat. He almost apologized.

She licked his nipple which hardened immediately, his dick flexed in response to the sensation leaving a sticky strand of pre cum on her thumb. 

He had never experienced anything like this. He felt giddy like it was his first time.

She brought her hand out and sucked her thumb.

"Mmmmm."

He was so hard. He wanted her to suck him until he came inside her mouth.

She slid her wet thumb across his lips then pressed her lips lightly against his, her hot tongue leaving a question on his mouth he hoped she would answer.

He heard something that made him look at the doorway. Someone had been watching them. He sat up in time to see someone with blonde hair passing from view. How long had Alexandra been there?

His face flushed and he looked at Annabelle for some reassurance. 

Annabelle chuckled to herself. She handed him his T-shirt and walked to the doorway.

"Let's make an appointment."

He put his shirt on, hopped down from the table, and pulled up his shorts. It was over, ruined by a voyeur. He knew it was too good to last. 

He followed her back to the front waiting room. His imagination ran wild as he stared at her ass and thought of what he'd like to do with it. 

Alexandra sat in one of the empty tattoo chairs. She watched them as they completed paperwork while she sipped her drink through a straw. Before Annabelle handed him a receipt she turned the paper over and wrote an address on it.

"I'm working at a haunted house tonight. Maybe you'd like to come?" She handed him the paper.

"Sure." He brightened.

"Just get yourself a ticket and I'll find you inside."

"Thanks." He thought he sounded like a kid but his hopes had returned. 

Annabelle walked over to Alexandra, placed her arm around the blonde and took the straw out of her mouth and placed it in hers.

"Hope you don't scare easy", Alexandra teased.

Matthew smiled. ________________________________________________________________

Matthew stood toward the end of the line sandwiched between a group of five teenage girls all dressed as a slutty version of a vampire, a nurse, and three witches, and a Captain America with body odor. The homicidal clown at the entrance barked to potential customers.

"Hurry, hurry. Last chance tonight to see what you're made of. Do you have what it takes to survive the most intense experience of your life?"

A zombie shuffled down the line carrying a sign that read 'CLOSED'. Blood dripped from her chin and an eye swung out of the eye socket. Matthew thought it might have been Annabelle when she handed the sign to the last girl in line, but she shuffled back to the front and out of sight.

The line barely moved. Matthew checked his watch every few minutes until he reached the entrance at 9:56. The clown's face was creepier up close and when he took Matthew's money, Matthew thought of Alexandra's comment, 'Hope you don't scare easy'.

Inside the building a narrow passageway led to a black curtain. Once through the curtain all light from outside was shut out and Matthew stood motionless in complete darkness. He reached out to the side and found the wall and slid his hand across to continue down the corridor. With his vision gone he was acutely aware of the sounds around him, especially the group of girls who whispered and giggled nervously behind him. 

Matthew came around a corner and stumbled his way toward a dim glow at the end of the corridor. At the source of the lights, stage lamps highlighted a set right out of a horror movie. A dirt floor basement with shelves of dusty jars and a table where rusty knives lay in disarray. A woman dressed in dirty jeans, torn white shirt, and a bloody white pillow case over her head struggled to free herself from the table she was strapped to. Over her cries for help a buzzing roar was getting closer and closer. A door, painted black with one broken window, burst open. A tall man with a hockey mask and overalls ran toward the crowd and swung a chainsaw above his head. The slutty girls screamed and clutched each other as he turned and brought the chainsaw down on the table severing the woman's hand. Blood sprayed as her screams mingled with the others.

Matthew had been to haunted houses but even this seemed too real to him. He had to get away but worried about what would happen next. He wiped his wet upper lip and started back into the darkness. A hand gripped his shoulder startling him. In the faded light he could see the slutty nurse had a death grip on him and wasn't about to let go. Matthew didn't argue his nomination to become leader of this group and kept moving. 

Once they approached the next lighted area he was released as the girls huddled together in front of a four poster bed where a young girl was tied down. While she spewed pea soup onto the bed sheets, Matthew took the opportunity to hurry along before the girls could notice he had left. He ran about halfway down the next hall when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. Dammit, that was fast! He was about to tell them to let go when the hand pulled him to the side and another hand grabbed his arm. He expected to hit the wall but it wasn't there. He heard a door close and the rustle of clothes in the dark. The lights came on and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. 

He was in a storeroom. 

Boxes were everywhere. They were stacked up against the wall, filled the shelves of rusty metal storage racks, and lay opened on the floor, costumes and props spilled everywhere. 

Something else was in the room. The chainsaw killer and his victim, still missing her hand but not the pillow case with a single eye slit, stood by the door they had come through. 

"What's going on?" Matthew tried to sound calm but his voice trembled.

The victim moved away from the door and removed the bloody stump from her sleeve, tossing it aside. She stood close to him now. Her hand touched his chest then moved up to his neck and his face. With her hand on his cheek she brushed her fingers across his lips, slid between them and rubbed his tongue. Matthew closed his mouth and sucked hard.

It had to be Annabelle. He felt giddy again.

The other hand reached down and gave his dick a hard squeeze through his jeans, the palm pressed against him as she rubbed him up and down. The chainsaw killer rested his chainsaw at his side and watched them through the dark holes of the hockey mask. Matthew had never been watched before, let alone by a man, and was about to ask if he could leave, but as the woman's fingers left his mouth and reached down into his pants he didn't care anymore. She grabbed his dick and pulled it straight up. Her index finger slid across the wet tip. She removed her hand and reached beneath the pillow case.

"Mmmmm."

She was sucking her finger, just like earlier in the shop.

"Annabelle!"

The chainsaw hit the floor and the sound made Matthew swallow hard. The man came up behind the woman and removed the pillow case from her head. Blonde hair tumbled out. "Lexy", spilled out of those thick lips.

"You were right. Tastes like honey", she said to the man behind her. 

Lexy turned and removed the man's hockey mask revealing flaming red hair and wet inviting lips.

So Annabelle was there. Matthew had never been with two women before. He wasn't really sure what to do but he didn't have to think about. He knew he wasn't in control here. This was their game and he was just a willing player.

Annabelle removed Lexy's shirt and exposed the breasts that Matthew had dreamed about, the breasts that every boy in school would have killed to have a glimpse of, and killed more to be able to touch.

Annabelle pressed her body behind Lexy and rested her head on Lexy's shoulder, her eyes fixed on Matthew. She placed her hands on Lexy's gorgeous breasts and squeezed. The nipples peeked between her fingers. Lexy closed her eyes and rocked her body.

"Let's see", Annabelle whispered in her ear.

Lexy licked her lips and unbuttoned Matthew's pants. She unzipped them and yanked the pants down hard. Matthew nearly fell as he stepped out of them. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought a threesome would happen to him. 

Lexy raised her hand up to Annabelle's open mouth. Annabelle's hot tongue licked the palm and wet her friend's fingers with her saliva. Pulling out with a small gasp, Annabelle's hot tongue licked the palm. When she was done, Lexy slipped her wet hand inside Matthew's underwear and took hold of his dick. Her fingers slid up and down the length and squeezed the head. 

Matthew's dick was on fire. He had never been jerked off with such skill. He leaned back against the shelves and the corner of a box stabbed him in the back. His eyes were locked on her breasts. He paid no attention to the pain. Lexy took his hand and placed it on her breast. She squeezed his hand underneath hers and showed him what she wanted.

Matthew's fingers squeezed her firmness. His thumb rolled across the nipple, hard like raisins against the large dark circles of the areolas. 

She stood back and took off her jeans. Her body was small and tan, the quintessential California girl. Her shaved vagina glistened with her juices.

This is a dream, Matthew thought. I must be dreaming.

Annabelle pulled Lexy to the center of the room and kissed her bare shoulder.

"What do you think of her, Matthew?"

"Incredible."

Matthew was mesmerized by the sight before him. The rest of his body on fire and sweat beaded up on his skin. 

Annabelle ran her hands over Lexy's breast then moved down to her waist and to her clit. Her fingers moved in a circle, teasing, then dipped between the perfect lips of her vagina. Lexy turned her head and they kissed her. Annabelle's tongue invaded Lexy's lips. She fucked her mouth with her tongue.

"Why don't you taste his cock?" Annabelle said, now looking back at Matthew.

"What do you think, Matthew? Do you want her to know what you taste like?"

It was almost more than he could have imagined. A blowjob he had been waiting four years for. 

"Yes", the word barely escaped him.

"Then maybe you should tell her." 

Lexy went down on her knees and looked up at Matthew.

Matthew took a deep breath and stepped forward until his dick was inches away from Lexy's smiling lips.

"Lexy, suck my cock."

She pulled down his underwear and for a moment he wondered how his dick compared to all the other ones she had seen. The moment passed when she pinned his dick against his belly and licked his balls. She sucked each one gently while her hand worked his dick. She let his dick fall and rubbed it across her face. Her tongue reached out each time it passed by her lips.

Annabelle stroked Lexy's wet vagina. Her fingers entered causing Lexy to reach behind Matthew and grab his ass cheeks. She squeezed tightly and pulled him forward and into her waiting mouth.

Lexy ground her vagina against Annabelle's hand and took Matthew's dick all the way in her mouth. Lexy moaned and the vibrations on his dick sent shivers through his body.

Lexy mouth came off of Matthew. Her mouth still open, she continued to stroke Matthew's dick. Annabelle worked her fingers faster. Lexy leaned back against her friend who grabbed a breast with her free hand barely concealing it's large size.

A soft cry escaped Lexy's lips. Her body arched toward the ceiling fan. 

Annabelle worked furiously. Lexy's cries increased. She grabbed the hand between her legs and pushed the fingers deeper inside her. 

Lexy still held Matthew's dick in her other hand. He felt like he was being held in a vice. The louder Lexy's moans became, the tighter the vice got. She was louder now and her breath quickened. She let go of Matthew and stretched her arm up high as if trying to hold on to something to keep her from falling. 

Matthew was in awe. He sat down on the dusty floor and watched them. He stroked himself until Lexy cried out.

Her body stabbed at the ceiling and pierced the hot air around her. Her orgasm flooded her body and Matthew tried to count how many there were. 

When it was over she hugged Annabelle. Their breasts pressed against each other. Annabelle stroked Lexy's blonde hair with affection and continued down to caress her back and ass. Matthew felt like he was spying on them but didn't hide the fact that it turned him on even more. 

Annabelle's hands held Lexy's face and she gently kissed her then whispered in her ear. 

Lexy smiled and unbuttoned the overalls that hid Annabelle's body. The overalls fell to the ground and both women stood completely naked.

Where Lexy's body was all curves and softness, Annabelle's was like an athlete, lean and muscular. Her breasts were smaller. Her hard nipples were long and thin. Annabelle removed her panties. Her vagina was shaved like a landing strip that bordered a wet valley of sensuality. 

Annabelle reached out her hand to Matthew and pulled him up. There was an old wooden desk covered with papers between two shelving units. Annabelle threw the papers on the floor and sat Matthew down on the desktop. She took off his shirt and tossed it away. Matthew brushed her hair from her face. A single strand caught between her lips and Matthew pulled it away then reached around behind her neck. He pulled her in and kissed her. He explored her mouth and the texture of her lips. Annabelle grabbed his throat and pressed her mouth hard against his. 

This was another game and he was ready to play whatever they wanted. He pulled her hair back hard. His tongue found her throat and his mouth was hot on her skin. He moved down to her breast and she released him. She held her breast up to his mouth and he took the nipple in. He tugged at it with his lips and teeth. The nipples lengthened with each pull. He had never seen nipples as long as hers.




Show Me Your Ink



Lexy inserted her fingers inside Annabelle's vagina. Annabelle laughed in delight. Lexy took them out and pushed Matthew's mouth off of Annabelle's breast. She pushed her wet fingers into his mouth. The taste was a mixture of danger and adrenaline.

Annabelle pulled him off the desk. She dropped to her knees and swallowed Matthew's dick. Lexy knelt down as well and both women gave him the most incredible blowjob of his life.

Matthew hips moved forward and back. He fucked Annabelle's mouth then Lexy's. Their mouths alternated between Matthew's dick and each other's mouths.

Matthew's dick was harder than before. A electric charge ran through his dick into his body. His dick muscle flexed, wanting to shoot his load in their mouths. But Matthew wasn't ready to cum. Not yet. 

Annabelle must have sensed what was happening. She stood up suddenly. Lexy followed her lead and each woman took him by an arm and led him to other end of the storeroom where a pile of clothes lay on the floor.

Matthew thanked her in his head. 

Annabelle lay down on her back, her red hair lost in an array of colorful costumes. 

Lexy spread Annabelle's legs open and stroked her vagina. She knelt down between Annabelle's leg and used her tongue to part the wet lips. She dove inside Annabelle, who let out a sudden rush of air as Lexy's tongue probed deeper.

Matthew got behind Lexy and ran his tongue across her ass and up her back. Her skin tasted of salt and sex. He parted her cheeks and rained small kisses on her vagina. His tongue ran over her lips before sinking into her. 

Lexy hands slid underneath Annabelle's ass and pulled her vagina into her mouth. Annabelle dug her fingers into the waves of blonde hair and held her head in place.

Matthew's mouth was as wet as Lexy's. His chin glistened with her juices. His tongue traced circles around her clit, his lips gripped it firmly and pulled it away while he sucked it hard. 

Lexy raised her head, her voice low and breathy, and said to Annabelle, "Now."

"Matthew". Annabelle raised up on her elbows.

He raise his head from Lexy's ass.

"Have you ever seen a more perfect pussy?"

Everything about both of them was perfect.

"No."

"Then isn't it time you fucked her?"

Annabelle crawled behind Lexy and spread her cheeks. She exposed the wet opening and parted Lexy's lips like an inviting mystery ready to be discovered. Matthew stroked his dick then with his hands anchored on her hips he slowly entered Lexy, his flesh disappearing inside her inch by inch. He held on to her waist and moved in and out, her vagina tight and hot. Lexy's blonde hair bobbed up and down and her high pitched moans made Matthew thrust faster. His dick throbbed again but he didn't want to cum. Not until he fucked Annabelle. 

Once again Annabelle's sixth sense took over and she took his dick out. 

"My turn", she said swallowing his dick.

She was different this time, more demanding. She invaded, ready to conquer, to make him submit to her will. And what she wanted he wanted to give her. 

She stood up and leaned back against the wall facing him. She pressed her palms into the wall and waited.

Matthew stared at her perfect body. The tattoo on her arm that he first saw at Oracle; the panther and the snake. He could see the animal inside her, needing to be satiated by someone like her, someone made of the same mettle. He had it wrong before at the tattoo parlor. The panther and the snake were not wrestling. They were making love; savage, fierce, powerful fucking.

He came over and held her leg up. She grabbed his dick and pressed it inside her. He slid in easily and thrust hard and deep. He pushed her against the wall, pulled out and thrust in hard again. Matthew held onto her breast tightly and pounded his dick inside her, eliciting a scream with each thrust.

He tried to find the animal within himself and watched her closely. Reading all the silent signals she gave off, like invisible pheromones, he understood what she needed. 

He pulled out and let go of her leg. He turned her around and bent her over a stack of boxes. Annabelle was feverish with anticipation.

"Lexy, you still with us?" he called.

Lexy came over without a word and knelt down next to Matthew. He moved his dick finding Lexy's mouth, her tongue and lips still ready to continue, to play a little longer.

Matthew knew they were at the end. He tried to prolong it as much as possible but he couldn't keep Annabelle waiting any longer. Annabelle was restless like a caged animal waiting for release. He left Lexy's mouth and plunged into Annabelle's vagina. Annabelle cried out. Her heart pounded and her body rocked back and forth. There was no stopping now. 

She was the panther, her lust pushed beyond it's limits. She slammed back against him, consuming his dick. She took possession of it and he knew he was no longer fucking her. She was fucking him, devouring her prey. He could feel the full power of this woman and he was ready to surrender. 

The tingling sensation started, his dick muscle flexing, tightening and releasing, getting ready to erupt.

Deeper and deeper he fell inside her hunger until he was lost. She had him now. He was in the jaws of the panther.

He pulled out and exploded onto her back and ass, his dick cradled in between her ass cheeks. Cum ran down her sides and back onto his dick. Annabelle's hand reached back and squeezed every last drop out of him.

Exhausted he slumped over her, their slick bodies still except for their heavy breathing. Lexy stood up and placed her hand on Matthew's back. He straightened up and she took his dick in her hand and licked it clean. Each pass of her tongue sent shivers through his dick.

Annabelle rose up now, her passion tempered. She took Lexy by the hand and the two women picked up their costumes. Matthew's muscles ached. He moved slower and he was the last to dress. 

Without a word, they left the storeroom and went through a shortcut across the hallway which led back to the front door. 

The other employees were gathered by the front door. Annabelle and Lexy were the only ones still in costume. They escorted Matthew outside. He had expected a least a goodbye kiss but the killer and the victim returned to the House of Horrors, leaving him on the sidewalk.

Matthew walked back to his car. He drew the night air deep into his lungs and let out a satisfied breath. He was different now. He could feel that something had been unleashed in him, something that had waited a long time to be set free. He put his hands in his pockets and pulled out the receipt that Annabelle had given him. The date for his appointment was one month away. 

He folded the paper and placed it back in his pocket, thinking of dragons, snakes, and panthers.



Show Me Yours



I didn't really want to leave my friend, Mary-Beth, alone back at the folk's house. But I knew if I didn't I wouldn't be able to explore more of what life has to offer. Besides, she wanted me to go. Said that she would blame herself if I didn't go after what I believe in. Explore the world over.

After I had purchase my bus fare to Hollywood, I begin to feel the tension mounting, soon after I made my grand entrance inside the long gray bus with a dog on each side, chasing after something I had no control over. Eyes became more evident of what I have become. Straying and straining of what I had on under my tight, black leather skirt Mary bought me two days before my departure.

Planting my firm ass at the rear of the bus where I soon listen to the eerie sound the bus made just before we left the depot. Figuring out what Mary meant when she said, "You will be a star someday." Due to the roaming eyes of the sea, seated directly across the isle that seems nervous, but ready for action, at any price. As I study the blankness on his Italian face and the perky tent forming in his loose trousers that seemed fashionable for any occasion.

Eyes were getting lazy. Tired and weaken by this gentlemen's casual stares which he would casts, from time to time. In the general direction of my matching leather vest and eventually down onto my lap where I begin to perspire. Even when I close my eyes I can still see him looking over at me. Thinking out loud, of how many ways he could perform oral sex with me.

Trying desperately to rid these thoughts racing through my mind, visions of how I would want him to stroke my pussy, or directions in which my bosoms should be rotated once day turns into night.

Traveling these highways, back- roads, and back onto another route. Feeling faint and fruitful as I would awaken from a brief nap in a cold sweat and glance over my shoulder to his swelling I simply couldn't avoid not seeing...anymore!

"Miss. You ride alone?" He asks, studying the opening of my vest as if he yearns to taste the perfume, Mad Passion, from my irresistible breast size that captures his romantic lids to such perfection.

"Yes. Ah, all alone." I reply. Finding myself Staring down onto his enormous bulge, full of life, that made my knees tremble and mouth dry of such envy. Not to mention my wet pussy craving his obnoxious shaft, which makes me, tingle to the thought of me climbing aboard his vessel. Figuring out a way to examine more of him without anyone else noticing where my radiant eyes were yearning to be at, this very moment. Then realizing he was taken, from the silver ring on his finger, knowing I wouldn't like it if my spouse were to engage another member of the opposite genre. But he was different than most men I have been with. Charming, inventive, and so polite with his words. Tone that encourages me to jump his hard boner or simply direct his attention to my sheik slender legs that I unconsciously begin to expose the harder his eyes were, looking, taping into my well of life.

"I think you're a beautiful creature, Miss." He says. Again gazing atop my breasts and down onto my orchard that I wanted so desperately to give him. And reside the role of Juliet.

"Thank you. You're a true gentleman." I said, worshiping him with my eyes, like he were some prince out of a fairy tale.

(2 hours later)

I had woken from a nap when suddenly I broke out in hives. Shifting my eyes over to see him sleeping, but to my surprise wasn't sleeping at all. But rather stalking me in the dark, figuring my eyes were still shut as he had taken his vital organ from his britches and masturbates while gloating over my affectionate torso. Damn! He made me so horny that I began to finger myself under my squeaky skirt, posing as a bimbo, whore, when my back fell against the window and my legs tossed over the outer arm rest where I watch him jack-off while his beady baby-blues were all over me. Especially under my leather where I'd lured his eyes to with my foolish behavior this stranger couldn't seem to get enough of my hair womb. Posing a threat to his bodily functions when he read my lips that were say, "Do you want to eat me?" Using my finger as a guide.

Nodding as he shifts his eyes all around the restless sleepers and those that were snoring that I could use to our advantage.

Suddenly this stranger was all over me. Rubbing my hairy puss. Kissing my lips as he slid the muscle inside me. Soothing the anxiety in my bosoms with such massaging effect as I went down on him to enjoy the lusty cherry knob that excites me into not just any raging affair. Giving him my all, and he delivering what my body had craved, since our eyes met.

"Umm." I gestured. Feeling the excitement in his strokes while I thrust upwards as to try and regain control over this mad man interested in my, now, soaked pussy that begs him not to stop until I finish fucking his cock raw. Raging in fear and pleasure as I sent my taste buds down his throat, and we on the floor, rolling around, scooting me up the isle with his shaft pumping like two twin engines.

Feeling good inside when I grasp hold of the chair leg behind me. Anticipating such a surge that made us both cum instantly.

"Oh, let me suck the cum off your rod." I said, with sweat dripping down the opening of my vest.

Returning to his seat as I fell to my knees and took him into my mouth. Scraping the flesh with my teeth. Tonguing the head. Teasing his large balls. Bobbing up and down slow at first. Then sucking it viciously until I felt him squirt down my windpipe, as I grew even more excited when I looked from his enormous cock and up to his facial expressions that made me tingle all over again. Knowing I was turning him of with each gulp of his heated climax.

"Umm, did you like that?" I said, seductively.

"Yes I did enjoy your mouth locking my cock between your teeth." He answers, after a third gasp.

Slithering up between his legs until I was aroused by his tight grips on my exposed teats. Retaliating as I lower myself down onto his slippery cock and begin yet another type of sex therapy that consists: one pussy, one dick, and a smile. Smile that answers my question of, "Was I good?" Answering with suttee, "Oh yeah!" That made me go down on him again.

Suddenly the bus came to a halt. So I quickly dismount him and returned to my seat where I ask him, "Are you getting...off?"

"Oh yeah." He said, as I study where his left hand was. Indeed getting himself off right before me. Before he retreats from the bus, knowing I will never see him again.

Two more hours before we arrive in Hollywood California. When yet another night was vastly appealing to me. Especially after a young lad, 18, captures my attention in such a selfish way. Like I wanted his virginity. Bury his blushing face between my knockers that I allow his eyes to venture to, just before we were to exchange buses, taking him into the ladies room and raping him on the floor. Knowing I only had ten minutes to get-him-off before the bus pulls out.

"Lady, I don't won't it." He cried.

"Too bad baby...I do!!" I said, pinning his arms out over his head. Thriving on the kids expressions as I raise up my skirt to allow his brows to rise, along with something else, as I leant over to kiss him softly while I inject his small penis inside my pool of riches and screw him until he cries, touches my breasts, and says my name, "Kathleen" and tells me I am the best lay he will ever encounter.

"Ok, you can leave now." I said, waiting for him to rush for the door. Then reaching out to grab him by the collar and plant his near nude body against the chilly tile wall where I fucked him again. Except this time with a small audience at our back.

"Way to go kid." One guy shouts, as he storms out the door. Leaving me fulfilled as I chuckle all the way back to the bus that was about to shove off.

"I'm ready now sweetie." I said, running the back of my hand across the elderly driver's cheek as I pass by. Where I stalk yet another prey, handsome guy, straight ahead, and looking good. As I lick the gloss from my heated chops.



Show Me Yours



I sit patiently, silently watching the scene. It started as a dare, a "you show me yours, I’ll show you mine" game from when we were kids. And so I stripped. You blushed as you saw me standing naked in front of you. Clearly you hadn't really thought I would do it. You're hesitant, unsure, but just as clearly determined to hold up your end of the bargain.

And so I sit on the edge of your bed, watching. You pull of your socks slowly, as if you're buying time for an excuse to come to mind. Yet I notice your glances, sometimes to my waiting eyes but other times to my cock, as though imagining what it will look like hard. The thought turns me on and it's all I can do to not start masturbating right there.

You smile awkwardly as you blush yet again. I lean back on my arms, eager to enjoy the show, and my eyes never leave yours. Slowly your hands move to the top button of your blouse where you fidget for a second before managing to undo it. Still my eyes never leave yours. You move to the second button, then the third. My eyes flash down to catch the first glimpse of your bra, simple white against your skin. You turn a deep shade of red as you catch my glance, but you continue. Now my eyes follow your hands, button after button, revealing ever more bare flesh. My cock begins to stir as more of you is revealed.

With the last button undone, your hands slide up, taking the edges of your blouse and slipping them from your shoulders. My lips give silent plea, desperate to kiss those shoulders, my hands long to touch you, but I never move. Your blouse falls to the floor as you smile half-heartedly, turning redder still. You seem to regain confidence as I smile back encouragingly.

With great care and caution you move to the fastenings of your jeans. Time seems to slow as you lower the zipper. I catch a glimpse of your panties as you reach for the waistband. I fight back the urge to stare as you slide your jeans over your hips, then down your thighs and past your knees. I'm awestruck at how sexy you are. You step out of your jeans carefully and your eyes find mind with ever more confidence. You're enjoying this almost as much as I am.

Teasingly, mischievously, you reach behind your back to undo the fastening of your bra. You glance down again, noticing now that my cock has begun to come to life. You hold the bra in place as first one strap then the other is slid off you shoulders, leaving them bare. I want to yell at you to hurry up and reveal yourself to me, but I resist. Finally you pull away the offending cloth and my eyes take in your incredible chest. I memorize every inch of it, your nipples, growing hard with excitement, the curve of your breasts. I desire only to take them in my hands and toy with them.

You let me stare for a moment before you continue. Your fingers slip under the waistband of your panties and slowly they follow the path of your jeans to the floor. And you stand before me naked, gorgeous. I can see your pussy, neatly trimmed and calling to me. You blush as my eyes move from top to bottom and back again.

When you can finally look at me again you eyes move to my cock, now semi-hard and rapidly growing. Your eyes gleam at the sight. Silently you move towards me and drop to your knees in front of me. Your take my stiffening member in your hand, your soft skin sending a wave of pleasure through me. Your hand begins to pump my cock slowly, feeling every inch of it. I'm about to tell you how much I've dreamed of this but I never get the chance as you lean in and take me in your mouth.

It's just the tip at first, your tongue swirling around the head of my shaft. Then you lick from base to tip as your other hand touches my knee and slides to my thigh. I moan loudly as the pleasure of your blowjob shoots through me. Up and down, up and down on my cock...

I let you continue for a moment before stopping you. I pull your face to mine and we kiss, our tongues dancing together in a swirl of passion. Then, wordlessly, I motion to you what I want before lying back onto the bed. You respond lustfully, climbing onto the bed and straddling my head. As I kiss your damp pussy lips you bend over, taking me once more into your mouth.

My hands slide over your hips, your back, touching you as my tongue darts into your wet slit. A long lick from top to bottom precedes a light flick against your clit. I lick in circles around it, slowly at first then faster, harder. You pause to moan in quiet ecstasy and I take the opportunity to increase the pace of my licking. Your reaction is immediate, your body spasming as your orgasm washes over you.

“Oh God!” You cry as it hits, and then you turn your attention back to my hard cock. I feel your weight shift as you give it a final lick before rising up. I fight you, wanting to pleasure you further, but your will is iron. I barely have time to react as your climb off the bed. I’m too busy eyeing your wonderful backside to wonder what you’re doing as, your back still to me, you slide my hard shaft into your pussy and sit. The velvety tightness of your pussy astounds me as you begin to slide, up and down on my cock. It’s all I can do to keep from cumming right then and there.

Our moans fill the air as the temperature seems to rise. My hands guide your hips on my pole. I can see the edges of your breasts bouncing with each stroke. You take me deep into your pussy then rise nearly completely free of it before impaling yourself down upon it once more. Faster and faster. Wave after wave of pleasure streams through me with each move you make.

“God, oh God!” I hear you call as you slam yourself down on my cock once more. Your pussy squeezes tight like a vice on my penis as you crash into a second orgasm. The incredible ecstasy of the moment pushes me over the edge.

“ I’m cumming!” I feel my cock pumping juices deep into your pussy as the moment contracts, the world evaporating into a haze of lust and pleasure.

You rise and turn to face me. Your face turns a deep shade of red as what just happened finally registers. Our eyes meet and I fear that you’re going to tell me how big a mistake you thought this was, or how you didn’t mean for this to happen when I know it was all I wanted. You open your mouth as though to speak and I brace for the worst. But words die on your lips, your blush fading before a radiant smile. And I return the smile just as warmly as you straddle my hips and lean over for a kiss… 



Show Me Yours



This is short and sweet. If there's enough interest, I'll keep going with it. Enjoy.

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When I was eighteen, my dad got remarried to a woman with a daughter my age. Julia was smoking hot, five foot ten with a perfect body and the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. Needless to say, I had a bit of a crush on her. We weren't really that close, but we did share a bathroom, and I tried to see her naked every chance I got, though my efforts were mostly fruitless. Once I saw her changing into a bathing suit, but all I really saw was her back, and even that was only a glimpse. After several months, though, my patience finally paid off. 

She had just gotten home from the community college that we both attended, although I had skipped school that day. She must not have known I was home, because she didn't even close the door all the way on my side of the bathroom. Steam was pouring out of room. I kept having to wipe off my glasses to get a clear view. 

The shower door was translucent, and although some of the details were lost, my imagination was able to fill them in. As Julia lathered her perfect breasts, her nipples were clearly hard. So was I, for that matter. There was no way that I was going to pass up on the most amazing masturbation fodder that I had ever in my life encountered. I felt like I was going to cum after about thirty seconds, so I decided to slow it down a bit. In case this was a once in a lifetime occurrence, I wanted to make it last.  

Then the shower shut off. In a panic, I stuffed my anxious cock back into my shorts and shut the door behind me just as the shower door swung open. I hated to miss the opportunity to see her without the restrictions of the frosted glass, but if I had have seen her, she would have also seen me, so I had to get out. I quickly ran over to my bed and pretended to be sleeping. 

Then the door opened on my side of the bathroom, and Julia, now wrapped in a towel, poked her head into my room. "What are you doing home?" she asked. I was nervous as hell at this point, but I tried to fake like I had just woken up. As I opened my eyes, I found that she was now standing next to me. Looking at my crotch, it was also very evident that I was sporting an erection. "Hey, didn't you have class today?" 

I told her that my class was cancelled. As I did, I watched her eyes trace the bulge in my shorts. The expression on her face made it clear that she noticed. "Were you watching me in the shower?"

"What? No, of course not." 

"Uh, huh. I heard you shut the door when I got out of the shower, and it looks like something's gotten you pretty excited." All the remaining blood that wasn't in my penis made it's way to my face, making my embarrassment, not to mention my guilt, extremely evident. "I've seen you trying to steal glances."

There was no use denying it at this point. "Sorry." That was about all I say, really.

"Take it out," she said. "I want to see it."

"What?" 

"You hear me. Take it out. It's only fair. You got to see me naked, so now I want to see you." 

"No way."

"Do you want me to tell our parents about this? Or all of the other times you've tried to spy on me?"

"No."

"Then let's see it."

I had to admit, she had me. What I couldn't figure out, though, was if she really wanted to see me naked, or she just wanted to make me feel as uncomfortable as possible. When I looked in those gorgeous eyes, though, all I saw was sincerity.

After a deep breath, I slowly unzipped my shorts and pulled down my boxers. My dick pointed straight up and was glistening with pre-cum. Julia couldn't take her eyes off it.

"I've never seen a penis like that before. I mean, I know what they look like, but I've never actually seen one erect. It's so... nice."

"Nice?"

"I like it. Do you want to go back to what you were doing?"

"Sleeping?"

"Yeah, right. I want to watch you touch it."

"I'm not going to do that. You're my sister."

With that, she sat down beside me on the bed. "Step-sister. And I really want to see you masturbate."

Just hearing her say that almost made me cum right then and there. When she said "Please..." I couldn't say no. It took her breath away when I wrapped my fist around it and started to stroke. 

"Oh my god," she said. "This is awesome."

Again, I had to slow down to keep from cumming right then. "You know, I couldn't really see much through the glass," I said between shallow breaths. Without missing a beat, Julia let her towel drop and sat Indian style beside my legs. The wetness of her shaved pussy caught the light of the room. It was beautiful. "No touching, ok?"

She then started to touch herself, never losing sight of what I was doing. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. Then she stuck a finger inside her pussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand. My cock exploded, sending ribbons of cum all over my hand, stomach and chest. Some of it even got on her knee. That was enough to send her over the edge. Her body shuddered and convulsed. Her hands and my bedspread were drenched. We just sat like that for a moment before she wiped herself off with the towel. Then she wiped me off, apparently fascinated by the mess of semen. She spread it between her fingers before sticking the tip of her finger in her mouth. 

"You better get dressed," she said. "Mom and dad will be home pretty soon, and they probably shouldn't find us like this." As she got up and headed back to the bathroom, she stopped and look at me again, my penis just now starting to deflate. "We should do this again sometime."

Absolutely...



Show Me Yours



I hate labels. I don't consider myself gay. Hell, I don't even think of myself as bi, either. Slightly bent? Straight with a slight curve? Fuck if I know because I love sex with women. Really, I do, except I've had a dick or two inside my mouth, too. So, what does that make me? Before Todd, I never thought much about it. Best to think of myself as a horny bastard and leave it at that. 

We jerked off together. No, not Todd and I. This was before I met Todd. This was with Jimmy, I guy I knew in high school. We had stolen a half empty bottle of vodka from his dad's liquor cabinet and were hunkered down watching internet porn in his room. "Man, have you ever seen this one?" Jimmy asked and fired up a video of girl sucking off five guys. I was staring at her tits and her pretty mouth wrapped around those fat fuck sticks. Meanwhile, Jimmy kept up a running commentary about the dicks surrounding her. "Look at his dick. Fuck, it's fat as hell." She moved to another prick and he'd say something like, "Yeah baby, drool on that big cock." With Jimmy, everything was cock, dick, prick and shit like that. Maybe that should have tipped me off, I don't know. 

I was drunk and out-of-control horny in that way only eighteen year old guys can get. I was hard and rubbing the sizeable lump inside my shorts. Hell, why not? Jimmy was rubbing his hard-on too, you know? It didn't feel gay. He wasn't trying to kiss me or make a pass at me or any of that gay shit. We were two drunk and horny guys watching porn, big fucking deal, right?

"You wanna jerk off?" Jimmy asked after an hour of porn watching. That's when I noticed his had slipped in hand inside his shorts. When the fuck had he done that? 

I remember how my answer surprised me. "Yeah," I mumbled, hard as hell and deeply in need. 

I don't know why what he said next worked as well as it did. Maybe because I was a jock in high school. Running faster and jumping higher than the next guy was important to me. Anyway, that's my best guess. "Bet I can shoot farther than you."

"Dude, no fucking way!" I told him. I was horny as fuck. Coach had told us we weren't allowed to have sex before track meets because it would take away our edge. I had gone three days without an orgasm and felt backed up. Jimmy wasn't an athlete. He didn't have my reason to resist. No way could he beat me.

"How do you do it?" he asked, meaning, How do I jerk-off? Again, I was drunk and horny and that's my excuse for why I answered him.

"In my bed," I said.

What he said next should have tipped me off. Should have. It didn't. "That's hot." Before I could register what he had said, he kept the ball rolling. "Okay, so we both lay on our backs, do it and see who shoots the farthest up his chest, okay?" He picked up his laptop from the desk and put in on his big bed. Then he pulled off his t-shirt and sat on one side. "We doing this?" he asked, still rubbing the lump inside his shorts.

"Yeah," I said as I felt trapped between being too drunk and horny to care if what we were about to do was right or wrong. I pulled off my t-shirt and sat on the other side of the bed. It was a big bed. We would have the laptop between us. It felt safe. My manliness didn't feel threatened. Jimmy pulled off his shorts. Either he wasn't wearing underwear or he had shucked them off with his shorts, I don't know. All I remember is seeing his big cock springing into view and I knew this was really going to happen. 

"C'mon, man, I'm horny as fuck and might shoot the fucking headboard," he said. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear as I pulled off my shorts, too. Damn, I was horny and hard. And yes, I noticed Jimmy's big dick. And yes, I noticed him checking out mine, too. Did it matter? I mean, we were both naked and hard, why wouldn't we look? Any guy who says he never checked out other guys in the showers is a liar. Naked, hard and watching porn? It didn't seem to matter if we both looked.

"You're hung like the guys in these vids," Jimmy cracked and I felt funny about that. I didn't know what to say back to him. Guys don't compliment each other in that way. 

"Shut the fuck up and start the next vid," I said as I laid down on the bed and wished for something more than just a laptop separating us. That was the first time my gay-dar pinged hard enough for me to notice it. It didn't matter. I was too hard, too horny, too drunk and too far into things to care. 

He turned on another vid of some chick sucking off multiple guys. That wouldn't have been my preference, but that's what we had been watching, so it didn't feel weird or suspicious. This one was titled, "Cumpilation" and I understood the title after it started. Someone had pieced together the cum shots from different movies into one, longer video. "Yeah baby, eat that cum," Jimmy groaned as another big cock shot a load into another pretty girl's mouth. "Does that taste good, baby? Do you like how salty it tastes? Do you like how warm it feels dripping down your chin?"

Jimmy's play-by-play was funny as hell but I found the details interesting. "How do you know it tastes salty?"

"You never tasted yourself?" he asked, sounding as if I was the one who was being an idiot.

"No," I mumbled, startled by his accusation that I was behind the times. 

How he twisted things with his response still amazes me. "You expect some chick to swallow and you've never tasted it?"

"Shut up," I remember saying and he laughed at me.

"Guess that means you can't shoot far enough."

That was crazy sounding. "No way can you shoot that far," I said as I wondered if I could. I mean, I had jerked off plenty of times, though I had never tried for distance. Usually, I held my dick in one hand and a Kleenex or sock or something in the other. I never did it in the shower. I know a lot of guys do that, but I was an athlete and I didn't want to associate a shower with jerking off it because I take group showers all the time. Trust me, you don't want to get hard while showering with a bunch of other jocks.

"Ever try to suck yourself?"

"That's gay."

"Ever do it?" he insisted. 

I had. I think most guys have tried it at least once. I didn't admit it. "Can you do it?"

"I can get close," he said.

"Bullshit!" I called. No way. Sure, Jimmy was skinny and well-hung, but I never got closer than a couple inches to my dick. "How?"

"Well, you don't bend over and try and do it," he laughed. "You have to put your knees over your head so you can get closer." He demonstrated, moving around on the bed until he was tucked into a ball with his ass in the air and his hard cock pointed directly at his face. "See? I can get close." He could. "Try it."

I was drunk, remember? Yeah, so fuck you, I tried it and I didn't get any closer than he did, but I realized something else: this was how he tasted himself. "Is this how you did it?"

"Maybe," he hedged. He moved, bracing his back against the headboard for better leverage. I don't know why I followed his lead, I just did until we were both curled up, braced against his headboard and stroking with our dicks pointed directly at our faces. "Do it," he said, watching me. "It's like being one of those chicks in the video." 

"You have to do it, too," I remember telling him. He had never budged from his position. 

"I'm almost there," he said, watching me.

"Me too," I said, watching him. His cock was long and hard. It looked a lot like mine, long, fat and veiny. We were about the same length, so that wasn't a competition. I saw how the head of his cock was turning dark red, like mine did, too. His cock looked good. I couldn't admit that at the time, but I know I thought it somewhere in my mind. "Oh fuck," I groaned, close, so very close.

"Do it. Open your mouth," he urged, demonstrating what he meant as he tugged and pulled on his fat cock. I watched his hand rubbing and caressing himself. I matched his actions. "Do it," he said again. "It tastes good."

I can remember Jimmy urging me to do it but what I remember more were the sounds from the laptop just behind my head. I couldn't see the screen, but I could hear the woman sucking dick. I could hear her begging them to come in her mouth and give her more. She clearly wanted it and, on some level, her desire became my need, too. 

I came. I came on my face, across my nose, cheek, forehead and chin. I did manage to get a couple spurts directly on my waiting tongue, too. Jimmy was right, my spunk did taste slightly salty. My face felt coated in cum. I could feel it running down my face like tears. Turning my head to the side, I watched Jimmy's orgasm. He came, too, spraying with more control than me. He shot his load in his mouth while breathing heavy and seeing his cock exploding changed me. Seeing a guy shooting off in real life was much more fun than watching on the internet. 

"Dude, you got some Kleenex or something?" I asked, uncurling myself and feeling dirty.

"Eat it, man. It won't hurt you," Jimmy said, scooping up cum from his face and shoveling it into his mouth. "You really came a lot."

"More than you," I said, pushing some extra cum into my mouth. Its taste wasn't my issue because it didn't taste bad. No, it was feeling coated in cum that was bothering me. I picked up my t-shirt and used it to wipe my face. 

"Want to do it again?" Jimmy asked.

I thought he meant cum on my face. "Nah," I shrugged, wondering if we were going to get dressed or stay naked. I didn't care about staying naked if he didn't care.

"I mean jerk-off," he said. "I always do it more than once a night."

"Always?"

"Usually," he amended. "Don't you?"

"Sometimes," I admitted. After going a few days without, after a track meet, I typically needed a couple orgasms before I felt normal again. 

"Bet I can do it again before you can."

"No fucking way. I'm still hard," I said, pulling on my dick again.

"I'm telling you, I'll cum first."

He didn't. He tried, but he didn't. Not that second time or the third time. And yes, we did it three times that night. Why not? What difference did it make after the first time? We jerked off and I know we spent more time watching each other doing it than we ever did watching videos of hot chicks doing whatever they were doing on his computer screen. 

With Jimmy, it felt as if I had found a friend. I can look back and see how I had found a jerk-off buddy, but I didn't know those words when I was eighteen and a senior in high school. He was a friend, that's all. And sometimes, we would get together, watch some porn and jerk-off together. I never thought much about it because I was still chasing girls, too. Jimmy wasn't. I didn't know why and I didn't question it, either. Had I thought about it, I probably would have done the math and realized it was because he was gay. Except Jimmy never made a pass at me. He never tried to kiss me or get romantic with me, so it didn't feel gay. To me, we felt like two guys who sometimes jerked off together, that's all.

We were drunk again when things escalated. I don't know how Jimmy's dad didn't notice the liquor missing from his cupboard and didn't care. What I remember is sitting side-by-side in front of Jimmy's desk watching porn on his laptop. We weren't wearing pants. We knew we were going to jerk-off, there wasn't a reason to pretend like it wasn't going to happen. 

"How are things going with Suzanne?" Jimmy asked me, which was cool. I think it was part of the reason why things didn't feel really gay because Jimmy would ask me about my girlfriends. "Do it with her yet?"

"Nah, she's so uptight. She won't even touch me down there."

"Man, that has to suck."

"You have no idea," I said, happy to have a reason to be naked in front of someone else, someone who seemed to enjoy being naked around me. I felt validated in my sexuality. What I mean is, I was a horny guy. I enjoyed jerking off regularly, being naked and being hard. It was fun being naked and hard. Being around another person who enjoyed the same thing felt like validation. It didn't feel gay. 

We didn't do the "cum on your face" thing again like that first night. At least, we never did it together. Back home, curled up against my headboard, I had done it more times than I'm comfortable admitting. I sort of liked it, though I didn't understand why. I remember how I had done it on my own a couple times, you know, as an experiment. Then, I did it again just because I wanted to do it. Then, I started doing it every now and again because I guess I liked it. I didn't think about it being gay to eat my own cum or spray my face, I just did it because I liked it.

"Ever wonder what it's like?" he asked.

"What? Getting fucked? Are you still a virgin?"

"Maybe," he said. "But that's not what I mean. I mean, ever wonder what it's like to touch another guy's dick?"

"No," I said because I hadn't, even after watching Jimmy jerking off at least a dozen times, I had never once wondered. 

"I'm just saying, it's got to be weird for a chick, because she doesn't even have one, you know? I mean, I bet your dick feels about the same as mine."

"Nah, mine probably feels better," I joked.

"You'd freak if I did it, wouldn't you?"

"Do what?" I asked, once more drunk and horny. Jimmy and I were testing each other. We were seeing how long we could go with watching porn before we had to jerk-off. So far, we had lasted about two hours and it was tense. 

"This," he said, grabbing my hard, throbbing cock. 

"Whoa, dude," I gasped without moving. 

"What?" he smirked as if nothing was happening. I felt his fingers wrapping around my dick. He began moving his hand up and down in a jerking off motion. "Afraid this makes you gay?"

I didn't know what it made me or him. I know his hand felt good and I didn't want him to stop, even though I asked him, "You going to keep doing that?"

"Why? You going to cum?"

"Maybe," I admitted, looking down at his hand wrapped around my prick and feeling weird about it. I wasn't sure what I should do. I could guess that he should stop except I never said that. It confused me that he wanted to do it. I confused me that he was doing it and wasn't stopping. "If you don't stop, I'm going to," I warned. "I'm sort of on a hair trigger right now."

"Do it," he shrugged. "I don't care."

"Man, this is so wrong," I remember telling him even as I thrust my hips upwards and slouched down in the chair so he could get a better grip.

"Do me."

"No."

"If I make you cum, you have to do me."

"Shut the fuck up," I said. His hand felt too good and it too much time had passed since Rachel had done this to me. Okay, to be fair to Rachel, she had never done it on my bare dick. She had done it through my pants and that was all. But I came in my pants more than once from her rubbing me and I knew how good that felt. It felt even better having a hand wrapped around my cock. It felt even better having a hand rubbing me in a way that felt good, too. Jimmy instinctually understood how to rub me. He should. He had seen me do it to myself enough time, you know? 

Anyway, Jimmy kept doing it and I didn't stop him. Again, I don't know if that makes me gay or bi or what, because I was really into girls back then. I didn't judge. Instead, I watched the video playing on his laptop, I stared at the pretty girl sucking dick and I allowed nature to take its course. The video was hot. The girl was pretty. His hand wrapped around my cock felt really good.

I don't know when or why I slipped my hand into his lap. I can't say I thought about it when I did it. Okay, maybe I did. Maybe it was because I was getting close to coming and I was afraid he was going to stop and leave me hanging, I don't know. I just remember I did it. I remember slipping my hand over his thigh, beneath his arm and grabbing his cock, too.

Jimmy's cock felt about the same as mine, except I was touching him from the wrong angle. What I mean is, my hand recognized that I was touching a cock at the same time that my mind twisted because it wasn't my cock. Jimmy felt slightly fatter than my cock. His dick felt smoother. His cock felt hot in a way I never had never noticed when I was jerking off by myself. He felt firm and rigid in a way I had never noticed. It felt like touching myself without touching myself. And feeling his hand moving differently than my hand made it interesting, too. My mind and body knew something different was happening and both liked it. 

I came. Jimmy had jerked me off to an orgasm. I came and sprayed my junk across my belly. I came and I didn't care that another guy's hand had created that orgasm because it just felt good to have a fucking orgasm with someone else's hand. I came, it felt good and I felt obligated to make Jimmy come, too. I started pulling faster on his cock, pulling on his tube steak the way I like it. It worked. Jimmy squirmed, moaned and felt his orgasm shooting from his shaft. And I liked it. 

"Yeah, that was hot," Jimmy said, scooping up a strand of his semen and putting his finger in his mouth. 

"I can't believe we just did that," I mumbled, once more using my t-shirt as a towel. 

"Oh, fuck you. Tell me you didn't like it."

I couldn't.

Worse were the days after that night when I fantasized about doing it again. Both parts. Touching him and letting him touch me. Even worse? The next time we hung out together. Part of me wanted him to do it again. That same part wanted to touch him, too. Another part of me didn't want anything of the sort.

We jerked each other off three times that night.

I don't remember the first time Jimmy got on his knees in front of me while jerking me off. I remember it happening, but I just don't remember how long it took for us to get that far. I remember him telling me to cum in his face and I did. Same is true of when I received my first blowjob from Jimmy, I don't remember when that happened, except it was after I had cum on his face and it wasn't the very next time or the time after that. It was a progression, I guess that's what I'm trying to say. We jerked off together. We gave each other hand-jobs. He blew me and . . .

I was still hard after his blowjob. It felt good, as good as any blowjob should feel. Having Jimmy around made dating Suzanne easier. I didn't mind so much that she was a prude and never wanted to do anything more than just kiss a lot. She would let me grope her tits, but that was all. Whatever. Once, I went over to Jimmy's after a date with Suzanne and he sucked me off. I could tell he liked doing it. He liked doing it a lot. He didn't seem to care if I did anything to him or not. 

It felt lopsided. It felt unfair and I drank a lot more vodka than Jimmy one night before I did it. "I want to suck you off," I told him, though I'm sure I slurred every word. We were naked in his room. We were both hard. His hand had teased my dick close a few times. He always did the best job at teasing before pleasing me. 

"You sure?" he asked, looking worried. I remember nodding because I felt a funny, spinning sensation in my head from the vodka while nodding. "I won't come in your mouth, I promise," he said as his expression changed from concern to one of happiness.

I got on my knees while Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed. I climbed between his legs, played with his big dick for a while and finally put him inside my mouth. He felt hard and hot and good. I thought about Karen as I did it. Karen was one of my first girlfriends, before Rachel and Suzanne. She was my first and before we ever did it, we would fool around a lot. She would sometimes suck me but she said she didn't like doing it. Once we started fucking, that's all she wanted to do and she had never sucked me again. Our relationship hadn't lasted. Sometimes, I think it's because I missed getting blowjobs from her. 

I don't understand why she didn't like doing it. Having a guy's dick in your mouth feels wonderful! I don't care if it means I'm gay or bisexual or whatever, because it's fun, okay? I like how a guy feels and it's a feeling you can't get with a girl. A guy's cock is a unique appendage. It's soft and silky on the outside while still feeling hard and bony on the inside. And the way the guy reacts is hot, too. You just know you have his most prized possession inside your mouth. You just know you're pleasing him in a unique way that nothing else matches. Look, I love to fuck. I love to fuck pussy and ass, but I don't believe I'll ever fall out of love with getting or GIVING blowjobs. 




Show Me Yours



Jimmy tried tapping out before he came. He tapped my shoulder, "I'm going to cum," he said. I didn't stop. Why should I? I wanted him to cum inside my mouth. I had done it to him at least a dozen times, he should be allowed to do it to me, too. "I mean it," he said, trying to squirm away. There was no where for him to go and it quickly became too late for him to try moving away. He came and I'll admit it, I was instantly hooked. Maybe it was because of all the times I had aimed my cock at my mouth, I don't know, but something in me knew this was something I wanted to do again and again. 

And that's precisely what we did, that night and for the rest of that summer after high school.

College was a different experience. Though I had been good at track in high school, I wasn't good enough for the college team. It didn't matter. Being a jock didn't feel as important in college as it had in high school. And there were women, lots of women. Women in every shape, size and color. If I had been concerned that blowing Jimmy had made me gay, my freshman year proved otherwise. I dated, a lot and getting pussy was the least of my concerns. Funny thing is, I don't remember ever being concerned about being slightly gay or bisexual or whatever.

Sometimes, when I had my dorm room to myself, I would still curl up in a ball, jerk-off in my face and think about sucking Jimmy. I did that a lot during my first year at college and I couldn't wait to go home and see Jimmy again. Except, somewhere after the summer had ended, Jimmy had lost interest in me. Jimmy had a boyfriend. I mean, a real boyfriend. He had come out as gay and suddenly, it felt strange having him as a friend. I guess I'm shallow, I don't know. Here's how I thought about it at the time and how I still think about it: Jimmy was like an ex-girlfriend. If you're not getting it from her anymore, why stay friends with her?

Summer came and went. I returned to school and a new roommate, Todd. Until then, I had never questioned my sexuality. I was straight. I knew I was straight. Never mind that I had jerked off and sucked Jimmy more times than I ever counted. I had also fucked twice as much pussy. Hell, more than that! If I were to add up all the sex I had with Jimmy and compare it to all the sex I had had with multiple women, I'm sure I would have wound up straighter than gay. 

It was during our first couple weeks back in college that Todd came out to me. "My family doesn't know. Hell, most of my friends back home don't know. But I do," he told me. Until then, I hadn't thought about it. Todd felt like a regular guy. He was into sports. He liked action movies. He drank beer whenever we scored it. He told dirty jokes and worked out regularly. 

"How do you know?" I asked. It felt like a stupid question, but he shrugged off the stupidity of it.

"Girls don't do anything for me," he explained. "I mean, I didn't want to be gay. I tried being straight. I used to try jerking off to straight porn, but I always found myself watching the guy and being jealous of the girl."

"What about lesbian porn?"

"Ew," he said, laughing.

"Have you, you know, been with a guy?"

"A couple," he admitted. "And it felt good. It felt right, you know? I mean, how do you know you're straight."

"I don't," I said, coming face-to-face for the first time with my sexual identity. 

Todd stared at me for a long beat. His brown eyes searched my face for a hint of a prank being played before he felt convinced enough to ask, "What's that mean?"

"It means, I've done, um, stuff with another guy."

"Circle jerks at camp don't count."

"Do blowjobs?" I asked. That got his attention.

"Giving or receiving?"

"Both," I admitted and he gave me a big, pretty smile that showed gleaming white teeth in neat rows from wearing braces as a teen.

"Then welcome to the family." We toasted our commonness before that bond was broken by his next question. "So, do you do women, too?"

"Yeah," I said without thinking much about it. Jimmy never seemed to care, why should Todd?

"Aw, that's too bad," he said. I didn't understand. For whatever reason, it mattered to Todd and that confused me. He asked if I would date a girl who went both ways. Of course, I would. Hell, at the time, I even thought I would enjoy it! Then he asked if I would date a guy who went both ways. 

"I'm not sure I want to date a guy," I said.

"And that's why I don't do bi-guys," he said. "You're fickle. You don't know what you want."

"Maybe I just haven't found what I want yet."

"And when you do, she'll wear a skirt without a dick inside of it."

That felt true. Like most guys, I had never given much thought to getting married. If a woman mentioned it, I would change the topic. Still, I had always assumed that when the time came, I would find a woman and settle down. That's what people do, isn't it?

Except gay people. They don't find a mate of the opposite sex, do they? But that doesn't mean they don't want to fall in love and set-up housekeeping as a partnership. I didn't get that at the time. I didn't get much, except I thought Todd was hot and I wanted him, even if he didn't want me.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked. He didn't. He said he didn't risk having one with his situation back home. He grew up with that "old time religion" being bible-thumped into him whether it fit or not. While he had learned better, his friends and family hadn't. His pain was easy to see.

Todd and I were roommates, not lovers. Anyone who has had to live in communal living knows that sometimes you have a roommate and sometimes you have a roommate that becomes a friend, too. Todd and I became friends. Maybe not the best of friends, but we joked around. We would watch sports together, drink together and all that other "guy" stuff. He dated around. Nothing serious. Todd had a knack for lusting after straight guys. I kept dating, too, though I didn't talk much about my dates. 

I'll admit guys are funny. I tried to explain it once to a girlfriend. She didn't get it. Guys love differences. The tallest guy is always called something like "Stringbean." The fattest guy in the room gets called "Slim." Someone with a reputation for having a big dick gets called "Horse." We all do it. It wasn't any different in our room of two. Todd would accuse me of being gay and I would tell him, "You know, you're the straightest gay guy I know," as I made fun of his lack of fashion sense. 

I don't think it was a secret how I lusted after Todd. Sure, it wasn't going to happen, I knew it wouldn't. Todd might lust after straight guys, but he wanted a straight guy to go gay for him, permanently gay. He didn't want a confused guy like me. Confused was his way of teasing me about my sexuality. I didn't care. It was all in good fun.

Sometimes, I missed Jimmy. Okay, that's not true. I missed being with another guy. Meeting Todd made me realize there was more guy fun out there than I had considered. Worse, knowing Todd made me want some dick more than when I was with Jimmy. It got to where I couldn't stop thinking about it. More than once, Todd would catch me watching gay porn on my computer. "Really dude?" he'd laugh. "You trying to tease me or are you still confused?"

"Maybe both," I began saying."How did things ever happen between you and Jimmy?" Todd asked. I told him the story. "So, he seduced you with straight porn?" I nodded. I hadn't thought about it that way, but Todd was right. "So, you think those vids are still online?"

"Probably," I said, keeping it low key. I knew they were. I fired up my browser, surfed to the website Jimmy used to use and began playing one of the vids. 

"It would be hotter if that was me in the middle," Todd grinned, rolling his desk chair closer and watching with me. 

"Jimmy used to point out the dicks," I said and tried my hand at talking up the guys. "Yeah, baby, take that big dick. Doesn't that feel good in your mouth? Oh, you like sucking big dick, don't you?"

"And that got you hard?" 

"Still works," I said, rubbing the lump inside my boxer briefs. It was late on a lazy Saturday morning and neither of us had dressed. We watched until the end of that vid when it occurred to me why Todd was interested. "You're hoping to seduce some straight guy, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he admitted with a rakish grin. "Are there more like that one?"

"Lots more," I said, starting the next one. I watched without providing a commentary. 

"He has a nice cock," Todd mentioned as the girl on screen bobbed her head up and down a fatter dick. 

I accused him of being a size queen before pointing out how he can't talk directly about the dicks. "You have to say it more like, 'Oh yeah, baby, suck that fat prick. You know you like it.' You have to keep the focus on her as much as the guy."

Todd nodded. "Would you get hard?"

"We were eighteen, we both got hard."

"Yeah, but you're rubbing yourself. Did you do that with Jimmy, too?"

"At some point, we did," I said, unclear remembering when we started doing that. "We were usually drunk, too."

"Who pulled it out first?"

"He did," I lied, skipping over how things really went down. "He said something like, 'Man, I'm so fucking horny,' and stuck his hand inside his shorts." I demonstrated. That was sort of true. "Then, a bit later, he said something like, 'I can't stand this,' and whipped it out." I demonstrated my lie, pushing my boxer shorts down my thighs and displaying my hard-on. I caught Todd checking me out and I felt an excited jolt surge through me.

"No shit," Todd said, chuckling. "What did you do?"

"At first, nothing, except I was drunk and really hard." I was off Jimmy's script. "He said something like, 'I showed you mine,' or something." That felt lame. I glanced at Todd. He looked like he was still buying it except he wasn't doing anything. I pulled up my shorts. 

"You don't have to do that," he mumbled.

"You have to do it with me," I said, smiled and added, "That's how Jimmy did me, too. He said he wasn't going to be the only one jerking off and if I didn't want to do it, too, that was cool, but then he wasn't going to do it, either."

"And you really wanted to jerk-off, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I sighed. I sure as shit wanted to jerk-off, right that moment, with Todd. "Damn, she loves that cum," I said, nodding at the mouthful of creamy white goo coating the actress's tongue she displayed for the camera before swallowing. I kept rubbing my prick before asking Todd, "Are we going to do this?"

"Do what?"

"Man, it's as if you were in the room with us! That's the same thing I said to him!" I know, I was making it up as I went along, but this wasn't about Jimmy anymore. "Are we going to jerk-off or not?"

"You can if you want to," he said with a shrug and a confused looking grin. Could he guess what was happening?

"Yeah, I said the same thing." I forced my hand away from my hard cock straining against the stretchy fabric of my boxer briefs and stared at the video playing until it ended. It was difficult keeping my hands away from my hard cock, but I managed it. Trust me, I saw how many times Todd checked to see if I was still hard. When the vid ended, I clicked my home button and went back to surfing sport stories.

"That's it?" Todd asked.

"What? Did you expect me to jerk-off in front of you?"

"You want to, don't you?"

"Who is he?" I asked. 

"It is that obvious?" Todd asked, laughing. He told me about the guy in one of his classes, a straight guy, a guy he hoped to seduce. "So, when things happened with Jimmy, you were drunk, didn't care and jerked off with him, didn't you?"

"Something like that," I said, unwilling to play along if he wasn't going to play, too. 

"That's hot," he said. "Thanks." He rolled his chair back in front of his desk, leaving me hard, aching and needy. 

Ten minutes passed and my need never left me. "You're a dick," I said, heading back to the x-rated video site. 

"Sorry," he said. The big smile on his face made it clear he didn't feel that way.

I started a new vid and watched for a few minutes before I pulled off my boxer briefs. Todd glanced over at me, smiled and rolled his eyes. "No control."

"Fuck you," I said and went about my business. I toyed with my cock and balls, nursing my thrill instead of quickly taking care of business. I could have gotten off quickly. I was excited enough to rub one out in record time. Instead, I pulled off my shirt and took my time. Todd kept glancing in my direction. I'd say I didn't care except that would be another lie. I did care. I liked him checking me out and I wanted him to keep doing it. A droplet of pre-cum oozed from my cock head. I scooped it up with a fingertip and tasted it. I missed that taste.

"Did Jimmy do that, too?"

"Taste his pre-cum?" I asked without looking at Todd. "Nah, we were too excited. There was no pre-cum involved. We just jerked off and came."

"OK," Todd said and it looked as if he finding it difficult to keep his eyes on his computer instead of on me. I kept up my tease as long as I could, which wasn't much longer. I was too hard, too excited. I needed an orgasm and knew it was a waste of time to hold back. I pulled harder and faster on my swollen cock until nature took its course. I came, splashing my cumshot into my left hand and coating my palm. After the last shiver finished surging through me, I licked my palm clean. "Cumslut," Todd said with a tiny laugh. 

I scooped up a last drop clinging to my peehole and swallowed that, too. Standing, I stretched while facing Todd. "It's the best part of waking up," I said, rubbing my balls. I was still hard. Hell, I should be, I had just orgasmed and guys don't go soft immediately, though it was more than that for me. I'm able to stay hard after my first orgasm, I've always been able to do that. I had never thought much about it because that's just the way I'm made. Girls seemed to like it because I would have an orgasm and keep going until I had a second orgasm. Jimmy had liked it, too. "Guess I'll take a shower," I said, picking up a towel and heading into the bathroom. I wore the towel around my shoulders and left my hard-on on display.

I got dressed after my shower. I wasn't heading anywhere and I dressed for hanging out in the room, in shorts, no underwear and another t-shirt. Todd still sat his computer, writing something. About ten minutes later, he asked me, "Did Jimmy ever touch you that first time?"

"No," I admitted, playing it straight about my past gay experiences. "We jerked off together. We did that several times before he finally touched me."

"You have to get him naked and horny first. Getting drunk might help, too."That evening, Todd returned to the dorm room with beer and a friend in tow. Brent was skinny and looked like a hipster. I wasn't impressed. Todd could do better. I drank one beer with them while figuring out how to give them some privacy and not letting on that I was pissed off. I wished Todd had warned me about bringing home a friend. I made a comment about needing to leave soon when Todd surprised me. "You should stay," he said. I'm sure I looked as confused as I felt. "We're not going to do anything except hang-out and drink beer."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Hey, do you remember how to hook-up your laptop to the TV?" he asked, handing me another beer. That's when I noticed the box of beer they had brought back to the room was half empty and I guessed they had gotten a head start on me. 

"We gonna watch some porn?" Brent asked, slurring his speech a bit as it came out as, "We gonna watsh shome porn?" Todd assured him we were. "OK, I gotta pee first." Brent went into the bathroom. At least he wasn't staggering.

"Help me," Todd whispered as soon as Brent was gone. "If we do it, maybe he'll do it, too."

"Do what?" I asked, still playing catch-up. 

"Jerk-off? Maybe more?"

"He's going to think we're both gay."

"So?" he asked, grinning at me. "You're half-gay, right?" And that's when Brent came back from the bathroom.

We had rearranged our room from the standard layout for the sophomore dorms. Todd's bed was against the wall with the window to it. There was a nightstand and then my bed was against the side wall, forming a L-shape of our beds. Across from my bed is where we had put our desks. Between our desks, within easy reach, sat our dorm room sized refrigerator that doubled as a TV stand for Todd's flat screen. I ran a HDMI cable between my laptop and the TV. 

"What kind of porn are we going to watch?" I asked, though I had a good idea.

"Play one of those vids you showed me this morning," Todd said, tossing his pillows from his bed to mine. The three of us sat across my bed with our backs against the wall and using it like a big couch. Todd sat close to his bed and the nightstand. Brent sat between us and I sat at the foot of my bed where I had shoved the other nightstand. There was plenty of room between us. I loaded up the queue for website so I wouldn't have to keep getting up and turned off the overhead light before starting the show. 

"Da-amn," Brent said as the first video started. The website didn't play around. The videos started right at the "good" parts. "Look at that bitch!"

"I know, man," I said, leading off the commentary. "She loves that dick, don't she?"

"Yeah she does," Brent said and tugged at the front of his shorts. No way was he already hard, was he? I glanced and guessed he was only making room for future growth. 

"Look at how she's swallowing that fat dick," Todd added. I smiled and nodded. I don't know if he saw my reaction, but he had gotten it just right. "Yeah, she loves that cum, don't she?" he added as the first prick exploded inside her mouth.

"I like how she keeps tugging on two more dicks while she's swallow that first one," I pointed out.

"Is she gonna suck off all five of them?" Brent asked.

"Hell yeah," Todd said.

"Damn, that's a lot of dick."

"Yeah it is," I said and I felt myself getting hard again. These damn videos always did that to me. I could guess how Pavlov's dogs must have felt when they heard a ringing bell. How many times had Jimmy and I watched either these videos or ones just like them? I couldn't guess. How many more times had I jerked off, dreaming about being the chick in the center? I tugged at my shorts. Not expecting Todd bringing back company, I was still dressed for comfort by going commando inside my shorts. No way would I be able to hide the bulge inside my shorts. 

"Damn, dude," Brent laughed, noticing. "Problem?"

"We watched an hour of these damn vids this morning," I said with a shrug. I pulled at the front of my shorts as if trying to rearrange things. My shorts were too loose fitting. There was no rearranging that would hide or disguise my condition. My hard-on tented my shorts and after a couple more beers and half a dozen more videos of hard cocks getting sucked by pretty girls, I didn't care. 

My cock ached as if that morning's orgasm had never happened. My growing beer buzz wasn't helping. I knew Todd was using me to seduce Brent. At first, I didn't care. Around the time I popped the top of beer number three, I started resenting the idea. How fair was this to me? Todd was using my past experiences and my favorite jerk-off videos. And, he was using me, too. 

I had tried pressuring Todd into jerking off with me that morning. It hadn't worked, but I had tried. Now, Todd was using that idea to pressure Brent into jerking off and maybe more. Brent was drunk and clueless. I was working on getting drunk, but I was far from clueless. Get the straight guy drunk and horny, get naked around him and see what happens. More than likely, Brent would get naked, too. 

Todd wanted my help getting Brent into a compromising situation. Fine, I thought as I emptied beer number three into me and a new thought occurred to me. If Todd wanted my help getting Brent naked and hard, then Todd would have to play along. Wouldn't that put Todd in a compromising situation, too? 




Show Me Yours



"Hey, is this getting you, too?" I asked Brent, keeping my voice too low for Todd to hear. I already knew the answer. I could see the outline of his hard-on extending upwards inside his shorts.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"What about Todd? Is he suffering, too?" I asked him. Brent looked, nodded and grinned. I felt good that Brent had checked. "Bet I can get him naked."

"No way," Brent said, laughing.

"What are you guys talking about?" Todd asked.

"Your hard-on," I said.

"Oh, like I'm the only one sporting wood," Todd said.

"Stop checking out Brent's hard-on," I laughed, putting Todd in the hot seat. 

"Who says I'm checking him out?"

"Then how do you know you're not alone with a hard-on?" 

"You're a dick," he laughed. 

Standing to grab another round of beers, I turned, faced the two men lounging on my bed and grabbed my hard-on. "I'm a dick and a proud dick owner!" As I passed out beers, I noticed both guys looking. Okay, maybe I flexed my dick a couple times, too, making it bob up and down inside my shorts. 

"Dude, you're like really hard," Brent softly mumbled after I climbed back on my bed.

"Want to see it?" I asked, a bit too loud. I didn't care if Todd heard me. I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I pushed the elastic band down on my shorts and exposed my prick. I didn't leave it hanging out, I only flashed it. I heard Todd chuckle. "Now you have to show me yours."

"No way," Brent laughed.

"Don't be a pussy," I said. Ah, that ultimate guy-challenge! "I showed you mine."

Brent hesitated before doing it. He didn't do more than I had. He pulled down the front of his shorts and underwear, flashed his hard-on and that was a start. He looked as hard as I felt. His cock looked good enough to eat and I fought against touching or propositioning him. 

"Your turn," I told Todd.

"Yeah, dude, we showed ours," Brent piled on. 

"Fine," Todd groaned, as if he was reluctant to do it. He put down his beer, hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down far enough to show off his hard cock. I leaned forward to see the cock I wanted most. The cock he wouldn't show me that morning. I wasn't disappointed. His cock was big, fat, veiny and straining with need. Better yet? He was completely shaved down there.

"You shave?" I asked before laughing because it was a dumb question. Of course he shaved, he had just proved that.

"You got a problem with that?"

"Nah, it's your dick. You get to do anything you want to it." 

Up to that moment, Todd had always kept a towel wrapped around his waist or kept his back turned to me when he was naked. I thought it was locker room courtesy. Even in the showers, most guys kept their backs turned unless they had a monster sized cock to show off. Now I understood he was hiding his bareness from me.

"You do that for your girlfriend?" Brent asked, never realizing how awkward of a question that was for Todd.

I covered for my roommate. "Fuck, he hasn't had a date with a chick since the semester started. He does it for himself and I know why."

"Why?" Brent asked.

"Makes his hand lotion last longer when he's jerking off."

Todd laughed, stood, and visited the bathroom. As soon as he was gone, I said to Brent, "Told you I could get him naked."

"That don't count," the skinny hipster said.

I pushed my hand down the front of my shorts and rubbed my bare cock a few times. "I don't get why it's a big deal. We all know what we want to do."

"Yeah," he said, watching me. He reached inside his shorts, too. "She's hot," he said, nodding at the video. "You guys do this a lot?"

"This morning was the first time we ever watched porn together," I assured him. 

"My roommate would freak-out. He's real churchy."

"You're not in your room," I pointed out. I pulled my cock out again and rubbed it. 

"Damn dude," he said, his eyes drifting back and forth from my face and cock.

"Come on, do it with me," I said. 

"I don't know, dude," he moaned, looked at the bathroom door and that's when I knew this was getting to him.

"It's not as if we're going to get any bitches up in here," I said, still displaying my hard-on and pretending I was watching the TV. In truth, my head might have been turned towards the TV across from us, but my eyes were watching Brent. He still had a hand inside his shorts. I didn't know if he was watching me or the video. "Show it to me again," I whispered. 

Riding that pleasant beer buzz, I wasn't sure if I had said those words in my head or loud enough for him to hear. He eased down his shorts, putting the top half of his hard-on on display as he tugged on it. I glanced at him. He was watching me instead of the video. 

"You want to touch it?" I asked him. His eyes rolled up to mine, as if checking to see if I meant it. "I'm serious," I assured him, putting my hand on his junk and grabbing a handful of his balls. He didn't stop me until the bathroom door swung open a moment later. He moved quickly, allowing his shorts to snap back into place while brushing my hand away at the same time. When I had pulled my hand away from holding my shorts down, my shorts had slipped back into place over my hand. I kept my hand inside my shorts and wondered if Todd had caught what we had been doing. If he had, it didn't show. 

"Did I miss anything important?" Todd asked as he walked back into the room and looked at the TV.

"She sucked off two guys while you were gone," I offered.

"Damn, and I missed it," he laughed as he returned to his spot on the far side of Brent. 

"Your roommate wants to jerk-off," Brent said.

"Way to throw me under the bus," I said. 

"I'm drunk enough to do it," Todd said, fishing inside his shorts. 

"Then pull it out," I insisted, hoping he would. I was ready for something more and I really wanted to see his shaved cock and balls. 

"I will if you will," he said.

"This is torture," Brent said without doing anything about it.

"I don't give a rat's ass," I said, pulling off my shirt. I flung it across the room at the chair in front of my desk. Enough teasing. If Todd wanted play a game and use me to get into his boy-toy Brent's pants, then fuck it, I'll play. And whether he liked it or not, I had touched Brent first. "Who's getting naked with me?" I pulled off my shorts and tossed them across the room, too. Naked and hard, I rubbed my hard-on without shame. Both guys gawked at me. Both checked out my hard cock. Both stared without moving for what felt like a long time. I didn't care. I fondled my balls and gave my long, hard cock slow strokes as much for show as fun. 

Brent was first to break the silence. "Dude," was all the hipster could manage.

"Yeah, I'm horny and hard. Big deal," I said, returning his gawking stare. I waved my dick around. "You like how that looks?"

"I think someone's drunk," Todd offered. Maybe he was apologizing for me or making excuses for my action. I don't know. 

"I think someone's horny and doesn't care," I corrected. I started tugging on my cock as if I meant business. I guess I did. If no one stopped me, I was going to get off. Why not? Enough time had passed since that morning's orgasm that I could do it, stay hard and do it again, too. I got close enough for a droplet of pre-cum to ooze from my cockhead. I smeared it around my dark red, swollen tip. "Did you want a taste?" I asked Brent and laughed.

"You're a trip," Brent said. He sounded shocked and amazed. 

"Pull off those shorts and see how trippy I can get," I said, tugging at the elastic on the side. 

"I don't need any help," he said.

"You're not doing it. Afraid I'll touch you again?" I wished I could have seen Todd's face when I said that. In a moment, I would make the same wish a second time.

"Fuck that," Brent scowled. "I don't give a shit." After pulling off his shorts and underwear, he pulled off his t-shirt, too. "See anything you like or are you too chicken to do anything in front of your roommate?"

I had seen something I liked: Todd. But Brent was naked, hard, and challenging me. "Like I said, I don't give fuck," I said and I wrapped my hand around Brent's hard cock, matching the grip I had on mine. "You like that?"

"I think your roommate is gay," Brent told Todd.

"Gay or too drunk to care," Todd said, finally deciding to get naked, too. I looked past Brent and stared at Todd's glorious shaved cock and balls. He looked as hard as Brent and I. Fuck, I wanted to touch and taste him. I wanted that long, smooth cock inside my mouth and if I had to go through Brent to make that happen, I would.

"You like that?" Brent teased me. "You like seeing both of us naked and hard?"

"Fuck you," I said, still pulling on his hard cock. "What if I do?"

"Hey dude, whatever gets you off," Brent laughed. "You want to suck it, too?"

"You'd freak if I did," I said, so tempted. 

"Not as much as Todd. You gonna go gay in front of your roommate?"

"Not before you do," I said, unsure why I was holding back. "Touch Todd and I'll blow you."

"Bullshit," Brent huffed.

"I'm serious."

"Go for it," Todd added. "I don't care."

"Are you gay, too?" Brent asked, sounding suspicious for the first time.

"I just want to see if he'll do it," Todd said. 

"He's not going to do it," I laughed. "I'm surprised he's letting me do this."

"I don't give a shit," Brent said as if being touched by another man made him something less than gay as long as he didn't do it, too. 

"You're going to have to go a little gay if you want me to suck you off."

"Do it, dude," Todd told him. "I won't tell."

"I just have to touch him once, right?" Brent asked. 

"Sure," I agreed, tugging on Brent's cock and doing whatever I could to get him too excited to care what he was doing. 

"Fine," he said, giving Todd's hard cock a single tap as if testing an iron to see if it was hot.

"Man, that doesn't count," I groaned. 

"That's all I'm doing," he insisted. 

"Still makes you gay because you touched him," I said, laughing because I was the guy holding another man's stiff dick.

"Not as gay as you."

"You going to do it?" Todd asked me.

"You going to freak out if I do?" I asked. I'm sure Brent never guessed how I was asking for permission.

"I think you should blow us both," Brent laughed.

"You going to return the favor?" Todd asked.

"What favor?" Brent scoffed. "He hasn't done anything except touched me."

I moved to my knees, looked at Todd and saw him nod that I should do it. I didn't need any more encouragement before I bent over and drew Brent's hard cock between my lips. Fuck, that felt good. I didn't realize how much I had missed playing with Jimmy until I felt another cock between my lips. Memories of sucking Jimmy poured into me with every bob of my head. I could almost remember how his cock felt deep inside my mouth as I pushed Brent deeper. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and never pulled my mouth completely away. Brent's balls were bigger than Jimmy's had been. I grabbed at his furry sac while I sucked.

"Damn," Brent groaned. "He's good at this!"

"Feel gay?" Todd asked.

"Ask your roommate," Brent laughed.

I kept my eyes open as I sucked, open and locked on Todd's big, hairless cock. I saw him stroking it as he watched me. I considered touching him except I had both hands on Brent. I was determined to make the straight hipster come in my mouth. If it helped Todd seduce him later, so what? I had gotten it first and maybe tonight would change Todd's attitude towards me. I pulled on Brent's fuckstick while playing with his balls. I felt his hard cock throbbing against my tongue as I enjoyed that familiar of sensation of soft skin covering bone. Damn, I wanted this! I worked faster.

"So close," Brent moaned. I knew he was. I could feel his cock throbbing. I could feel his balls tightening up. 

"Do it," I mumbled between mouthfuls. 

"Yeah?" he asked. "You want my cum? You want to be like that bitch in the video?"

"Mm-mm," I moaned with my mouth still full. 

"You do, don't you? You want all my cum, don't you?" he asked and surprised me by pushing my hand away from his shaft. I was confused until I felt his hand on the back of my head. He was making sure I couldn't pull away while he jerked off inside my mouth. I kept my mouth wrapped around the head of his dick and waiting for it. I didn't have to wait long. He came, hard, splashing his salty load against the back of my mouth before coating my tongue. I made sure I didn't miss a single drop of his cream. "Fuck yeah. Take it. Take it all!" he growled. After his last spurt, he pushed my head all the way down his fuckstick, choking me with it. I didn't care. It felt too good. Eventually, he released his grip and pulled away. "Damn, you stayed hard the entire time, didn't you?"

I was kneeling alongside of him. My hard cock throbbed with need while my heart pounded from the thrill. I wiped my hand across my mouth and stared at Todd.

"Trade places with me," Brent said to him, standing and waving for Todd to move. When Todd hesitated, I filled the gap. I put my hand on Todd's hard cock. "Let him do it," Brent said, sitting behind me. Todd let go of his cock and that was all the permission I needed.

I attacked Todd's cock differently. His long cock extended to his navel. It was big and fat, bigger than Brent's or Jimmy's. I pressed my lips and tongue against him and licked up and down his shaft. I heard Todd groan and moved my mouth lower. I wanted to feel his shaved balls against my wet tongue. He parted his legs and I gave his balls a tongue bath, sucking and nursing them inside my mouth one at a time before releasing them. Todd moaned his approval. In need of more cock, I pulled his big cock away from his belly and started sucking it.

"Damn dude," Brent said, apparently watching. "I think he loves cock."

"Feels that way," Todd said, his voice throaty and raw as if my skill surprised him. I hoped it did. 

"You going to cum in his mouth?"

"Think he wants another load?"

"Yeah he does," Brent said right before he grabbed my balls. I know it was Brent who did it because of where Brent sat. "Hell, he might want more than that." 

"I don't know, it feels as if he's loving this cock in his mouth," Todd said.

"I wonder if this ass is still a virgin?" Brent asked, grabbing my backside.

That surprised me. I pulled away from Todd's cock, looked over my shoulder and asked the skinny hipster, "Who's gay now?" 

"The guy sucking cock with his ass in the air," Brent said. "Too bad I don't have any lotion." 

Todd's nightstand sat between our beds. I felt him moving and when I looked up, I saw he was opening the top drawer of his nightstand. He pulled something out and passed it to Brent. 

"What do you expect me to do with this?" Brent asked.

"Whatever you want," Todd replied.

Brent chuckled and a moment later, I felt cool lotion dripping between my asscheeks followed by the warmth of a finger or thumb smearing the lotion over my asshole. I felt my cock throbbing so hard it was tapping against my stomach. Was this really happening? Did Brent suddenly get over being gay? I felt him easing his thumb inside my ass. "Oh, he's tight."

"Loosen him up," Todd said, putting a hand on my shoulders as if to hold me in place. He didn't need to do that, I wasn't planning on leaving his hard cock.

"Dude, for real?" Brent quizzed. I didn't hear a reply, but I felt one. Brent replaced his thumb with two fingers and rotated them. It felt amazing.

"Ever done anything like this?" Todd asked.

"No," I said between mouthfuls of his cock.

"Good," Todd said and rubbed my back. I don't know why, but that caress felt gayer than holding his cock in my mouth while Brent fingered my ass. "He's going to fuck you now." I moaned with a mouthful of cock as questions ran through my head. I had thought Todd and I were trying to seduce Brent. Had I gotten that wrong? Even now, as I write this and replay how things happened that night, I'm confused. What had I missed?

I felt my bed shimmy as Brent moved behind me. He put more lotion my ass before pressing his hard-on against my upturned backside. He rocked back and forth, rubbing his rock hard prick against my virgin ass. "Do you want this, wanna-be?" It was another hint that I was being played.

"Yes," I gasped.

"You heard him," Todd said and he moved, too. He reached around and over me, grabbing my ass and pulling apart my asscheeks. He dug his elbows and forearms against my back, keeping me pressed against his dick. I kept sucking as I heard Todd tell Brent, "Fuck him." 

I remember Jimmy wanting me to fuck him up the ass. It was after we had traded blowjobs a few times. "Ever play with your butt?" Jimmy had asked me. I hadn't and I had told him as much. Then I had asked if he ever did it. "It feels really good," he told me before he had demonstrated doing it with a single finger. I don't know, in a way, that had felt like too much. Jerking off together and even sucking each other had felt like we were over the edge. Ass-fucking? That had felt like too much.

"Can I stick my finger in your butt?" Jimmy asked me while going down on me. 

"No," I said and he respected it every time he asked and I refused. He wanted me to stick my finger in his ass when I sucked him. I was against that, too, and Jimmy continued to respect my limits. 

"Can I play with my butt?" he asked one time when I was going down on him. I decided I didn't care if he did it. I can still remember how much bigger and stronger his orgasms were when he did that. As summer came closer to ending, Jimmy asked if I would fuck him up the ass. 

"I don't know," I said.

"Come on, it's like pussy," he promised and I knew I wanted to fuck pussy. That's what sold me on the idea and I did it to him. I fucked Jimmy's ass three times before summer ended and I left for my freshman year at school. 

Now, I was the one with my ass in the air.

Brent took his time. He teased me with his cock. He'd press it against my asshole and just as I thought he would slip inside, he would pull away. "Yeah, he's tight," he reported and he did it again.

"Do it," Todd said, though I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or Brent. "Do it."

I relaxed as Brent pressed against me again. Todd pulled my cheeks farther apart and once Brent has worked his fat head inside my asshole, he froze in place. I began seeing stars. That cock spreading apart my puckered backside thrilled me. I pushed backwards and he eased a bit farther inside. That felt even better. Then he pulled back. At first, I was afraid he was going to pull out. Instead, he pulled away a bit before pressing back inside of me. And that felt best of all.

"Take it," Brent said. "Take that dick." I did. I wanted it. I wanted all of it. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Todd asked and I knew he was talking to me. He released my ass, caressed my face and watched as I sucked him. "Now you know how it feels to be really gay." I might have moaned or groaned or something, except that was also when Todd reached beneath me and grabbed my rock hard cock. He tugged and pulled on it and I was too overwhelmed with pleasure to make a sound. 

I felt full from both ends. My mouth was filled with Todd's cock while Brent nailed me from behind. Brent was careful working me over. He slid in and out of me with slow, deliberate strokes that caressed and pleased me without hurting. I pushed backwards against him. "That's it," Brent said. "Take it. Take it all." With every stroke, I felt my ass loosen and accept more of him. I also felt the joy of being assfucked growing with his swelling cock. "Fuck, he's going to make me cum again," Brent gasped.

"Do it," Todd told him. "Fill him. I'm almost there, too."

"Together," Brent gasped as I squeezed my asscheeks around his cock. 




Show Me Yours



"Hurry," Todd growled and I knew why. His long, smooth cock was throbbing with need. I grabbed his smooth balls and felt them nestled oh-so-tightly against him and I knew he was ready to blast. So was I. "Now!" Todd managed to say as his cock erupted inside my mouth. For the second time that night, I felt the warm splat of hot cum against the back of my throat and roof of my mouth. I eagerly swallowed as I realized a second sensation, the pulsating feel of Brent's cock exploding up my ass. Mix with those two joys was another orgasm, my own. I was coming, too, right into Todd's hand. With every spurt, he kept stroking me, using my cum as lube and coating me with my orgasm as I felt overwhelmed and happier than I could ever remember.

I've fucked a lot of girls in my life. Maybe not as many as some, but certainly more than most. My freshman year of college had been very rewarding for me when it came to pussy. I had had women suck me and fuck me. But in that moment, I felt a joy and sense of pleasure that surpassed any woman.

Brent pulled out of me as soon as he finished his orgasm. Todd began licking his palm clean. I flopped down on my bed feeling exhausted and pleased in ways I never knew were possible. That's when Brent bent over and licked me clean. It didn't take him long. He sucked me a few times and cleaned off my orgasm while I tried to catch my breath.

"Something tells me I've been setup," I finally said as I worked things out. Todd never needed help seducing Brent the straight guy. I was the one being played and they had done it well. 

"Go get cleaned up," Todd said. 

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower to clean my bottom half. When I came back into the room, Todd was still naked while Brent was dressed again. "You're pretty fly for a bi-guy," Brent to me with a big grin. He surprised me by kissing me on the lips. He gave Todd a kiss, too and left us alone.

"So then, that happened," I said, unsure about the world. 

"And this," Todd said, pulling me into his arms. He pulled me close, grabbing my bare ass and pressed his naked body against mine. I felt our hard cocks sandwiched next to each other as he kissed me. It was a strange kiss. I felt the coarse scratch of Todd's whiskers against my face and there was no way for me to deny I was kissing another man. 

Yes, I kissed him back. That was something Jimmy and I never did and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Kissing another guy felt really gay to me, though I sure enjoyed reaching between us and fondling his cock and balls. "You okay?" he asked, running his fingers through my hair. 

"I'd be better if I could suck you again," I told him. 

"Only if you promise to fuck me, too."

"Sure," I said and that's where we started. And let me tell you, he loved it. Hell, I did, too. I came deep in his ass before rolling him over and sucking him off. 

Since then, things have changed in our room. For one thing, I've taken to shaving everywhere, too. It was my idea, but once I did it, I understood why Todd enjoyed doing it. For another thing, we spend a lot of time naked in our dorm room. Brent came over for a repeat two nights ago and the three of us had a great time.

The thing is, since that first night, I haven't gone out with any of my girlfriends. I think I miss it. Girls are softer and I like playing with tits, but then again, guys are more fun. Guys know what they want and we get right down to it. I don't know, I still don't think of myself as gay. I guess my boyfriend is, though and for now, that will have to do.

Author's Note: A huge THANK YOU for the beta read and editing performed by patientlee. Any mistakes you find belong entirely to me, not her. (We should all wish to be as kind as her.) Please remember to vote for the stories you read. Comments and PMs are always appreciated, too.