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Patricia

By: Victor Field



This is inspired by, and sort of about, the incredibly beautiful Brazilian transsexual porn actress Patricia Araujo - Machado is her real last name (though in this story she doesn't do porn these days a la Elisha Cuthbert in the underrated "The Girl Next Door," the only actual similarity - no proms or award robberies here!). Apart from her, none of the characters in this fantasy are for real (although the two main male characters are supposed to represent myself and the man who helped germinate this story), and this isn't meant to be an indication of how people behave in real life... though men willing to have sex with women who weren't born as women are a more positive force than rapists, don't you think?

Comments, complaints, or whatever to the link below.

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Victor Stevens trudged out of his workplace at the end of another busy day. This would usually be the cue for the tall, dark-skinned man to head to his bachelor flat, but tonight was Tuesday. The first of the three weeknights he had to go to his evening classes. Having finally had all his defences worn down by his sister, he'd signed on to expand his mind and maybe get out of the job he was in (never mind that he liked the people he worked with). But it was still a bit of a drag; he hadn't been too fond of classes even when he had been a student, and now that he was officially a grown-up... well.

The classroom was still emopty when he got there - another holdover from his old school days; he was usually the first one there. Victor thought about going through his textbook or reading his paper, and (in another throwback to his schooldays) went for the latter. He was still reading when he heard the door open - the other prisoners had started to arrive.

"Excuse me, is this... Vic!"

"Mike!" Victor said, glad that there'd be at least one familiar face around here. "You're in this class too?"

"To the bitter end," the unfortunately named Michael Bolton confirmed. When his parents had divorced, she had gotten custody of their only son and dropped her married name of Jackson, which he had thought would bring an end to endless jokes about his name. Sadly, this was done the year before "How Am I Supposed To Live Without You" made the straggly-haired song-murderer famous, ensuring Mike's embarrassment continued, though he was one of the few men in history who actually welcomed the onset of premature baldness. It cut down the resemblance.

"I didn't figure you as a student type," Victor said.

"It'll keep me busy," Mike admitted, sitting down near his friend. "Give me something to keep my mind off my job for a couple of hours."

"You'll be dead this weekend. Two jobs and this three nights a week..."

"It pays the bills and keeps me off the streets."

Victor couldn't argue with that. The two kept talking about theie jobs (OK), their relatives (sort of okay), their favourite TV shows (usually ones starring really good-looking women) and their love lives (ha ha ha...), until the room was almost full of students running the gamut from professionals to amateurs, men and women, rich, poor, you name it. Your typical cross-section of people you got in a night class. Or in a sitcom. Victor and Mike were keeping up one of several conversations running in that room when the door opened. Victor started to put away his paper and get the real texts out - another school holdover; put the non-school stuff away fast just before the teacher came in.

Then he saw who it was, and forgot about the class for a second. He just stared at the woman who was walking into the room, holding her books to her chest. "Nice..." Mike said under his breath. Victor didn't say anything; he was just drinking in the newcomer's beauty.

Now, there are men who can look at a young woman with shoulder-length jet-black hair, lovely almond-shaped eyes, an indescribably innocent-looking face, the most strokeable dusky tanned skin this side of Jessica Alba, and an illegally attractive shape and the walk to go with it, and think "Bleh." But none of those men were in that room; every single prick swelled to the size of Donald Rumsfeld's arrogance as their owners watched the class's only female student move through the desks towards the only emmpty one left. The one directly in front of Victor.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully with a strong Latin American accent to the guys on either side of her as she moved into the space, giving Victor a clear view of her buttocks; big, round and sexy, they were made for tight jeans. It only took her a brief moment to sit down, but for him and the other guys lucky enough to have a view, it seemed like a moment frozen in time. But with his luck, she was probably a lesbian.

His luck did run out just then, as the teacher arrived; Victor, his mind on the vision in front of him, registered that the man's name was Mr. Grant and he'd be their teacher in this class, and that he wanted to get to know his students - who they were, what they did...

"My name's Cletus Hogan, and I'm an accountant..."

"I'm David Robinson, and I'm unemployed..."

"I'm Tony Knox, and I'm a journalist..."

Come on, come on, get to this gorgeous creature...

"My name is Patricia Machado," said the gorgeous creature, "and I'm a waitress."

I'm Victor Stevens, Victor thought, and I'm in love.

* * * * * * * * * *

All his friends knew that Victor wasn't a drinking man, so it was quite a surprise when Mike rang him two weeks later and invited him out for drinks after work. Victor, rather than tell him that bars didn't usually look kindly on people who didn't drink anything stronger than tea, was about to come up with one of his variety of excuses for begging out when Mike said the magic words: "It's the one Patricia works at."

Patricia. Who Victor had spent the past few weeks silently lusting after when he should have been keeping up with the lessons (so that was another thing this had in common with his school days). Whose lilting laugh had come back to haunt him in his dreams. Who often starred in his dreams. Who he had been utterly petrified of talking to in case she said no... "Is it a smoky bar?" Victor asked.

"Hell, no," Mike assured him. "Well - there's a smoking section, if that counts."

But Victor would have gone even if it was wall-to-wall cancer risk.

* * * * * * * * * *

Patricia's shifts alternated with her classes, which was one reason she had signed up for the night school. Victor was surprised that he didn't see anyone else from the class that evening as he and Mike waited at one of the tables, trying to look as if they loved the music that was playing. But Dido was making it hard.

"How come there aren't any others from the class here?" Victor asked.

"I only found her here by chance," Mike admitted. "She only started working here a couple of months ago; I didn't know until I came in here one night and there she was. Let the others look for her - she's mine! All mine! Ha ha ha ha..."

"So why'd you tell me?"

"That's what friends do, Vic."

They shook hands as Patricia came over to their table, bearing her tray and fielding admiring glances. "Hey there," she beamed, "taking a break from the grind?"

"Where better to get over the day?" Mike asked the beautiful Brazilian woman.

"Thanks for not spreading the word, Michael," Patricia added. This girl really had him around her little finger - he didn't like being called Michael. "I knew I could trust you to keep it quiet."

"Huh?" Victor said.

"Oh, you didn't know? When he came in here I asked him not to tell anyone where I was working - I get enough guys trying to put their hands up my skirt and pinching my ass without Croft and his pals coming here..."

Oh yeah, Croft and his pals. Victor hadn't been in class with them long, but he knew the type - loud, annoying, thought they were God's gift to women (the Grinch's gift to women more like). They had actually hit on her at the end of Thursday's class; told her she needed to be with some real men. Patricia had sweetly told them to let her know if they found some, and left them steaming and everyone else delighted. Croft had been muttering about how she was the first woman ever to turn him down, and how she would regret it; Mike had whispered to Victor about how the missing ingredient this time around had been money.

"And I don't really like to date much," Patricia continued. "Word gets around..."

"Parents get mad?" Victor asked.

"They're already mad," Patricia sighed. "That's why I haven't seen them for years... but what's your poison? Funny expressions you have here."

"Fruit juice for me, whisky for Mike," said Victor. "My treat."

"But I invited you!" Mike pointed out as Patricia took their order to the bar. "This is my bill..."

"I got to see Patricia out of class," Victor pointed out. "It's worth it."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Okay, that's it for tonight," said Mr. Grant, looking as weary as the students felt. "Remember, it's a test next week... don't let that ruin your sleep."

Mike muttered something under his breath as he led the other students out, Victor chucking his books into his bag as he hoped and prayed that the bus driver wouldn't be late again tonight. It was no fun having to sit out there waiting for hours while the driver was probably getting pissed in some bar somewhere - 

"Hey, Victor!"

Victor stopped his mental moaning and put himself on Patricia's wavelength; she had touched his arm to get his attention along with the "Hey, Victor!" Not that she had had to say anything... "Rough class tonight."

"No kidding," Victor agreed as they said goodnight to Mr. Grant and headed out. "I don't know why I agreed to this..."

"You want to do better for yourself," Patricia told him. "So do I... you think I want to be serving drinks forever? And speaking of drinks, maybe you could come over sometime and I could get you one on my own time."

Victor almost tripped himself up. He had trouble asking women just for the time of day, and now this lady was inviting him over to her place? "...Me?"

"No, silly, Zorro! Of course I meant you - you're a good one. I can tell. Even my parents wouldn't mind if they knew..."

Croft and Mike could hear Patricia asking, and Victor answering sure; and Patricia asking him if he could do it this evening, and adding that she could give him a ride there and home if transport was a problem, and Victor, who by now would have agreed to a spot of devil worship if the cherubic lady had asked, going along with it. Only one of them narrowed his eyes as a result.

* * * * * * * * * *

"You know, if Mike had gone any greener he'd have been the Hulk," Victor told Patricia as the two of them sat on her sofa in her comfortable apartment, sipping their drinks (Dr. Pepper and a Martini respectively). His eyes roamed around her living room; she had pictures dotted around, but none of them had anyone who looked anything like parents. She must have had one hell of a rift with them... Victor put it out of his mind. If she didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't any of his business.

"Either that or about to throw up," Patricia suggested, looking at him teasingly over her glass as she swallowed.

"To Thaddeus Grant," Victor toasted. "The man who brought us together."

"To Thaddeus!" Patricia agreed, clinking her glass with his and throwing the rest of the drink back. Victor looked at her as he drank.

"Fuck me, she's so beautiful," he thought to himself as he finished his drink...

"Mmmmm... so nice..."

Victor stretched himself out on the sheets. He hadn't had such a good night's sleep in ages... today was going to be a great day -

Sleep? SLEEP? Victor jerked awake and looked around. He wasn't in his room - it was too tidy for that. It had to be Patricia's bedroom. The man turned around in the bed; it was untidy, but it wasn't untidy enough for just him. The bed had been well and truly rumpled, and - 

Oh God, what was that he just felt? Something damp. Something sticky. Victor let his eyes roll down to what it was... he hoped that stain wasn't what he thought it was. He touched it, and smelt his fingertips, and slumped back onto the bed. It WAS what he thought it was. "Oh shit... Victor Stevens, you didn't," he said to himself. "You and her didn't..." He looked down at himself further, realising that he was naked. And what was that smell around the sheets - not from the stains, the other smell... 

Even before he saw the strands of dark hair on the other side of the bed, Victor knew that smell. It was Patricia.

Victor's heart leapt like a salmon as he realised what must have happened... he couldn't remember for sure, but he knew he couldn't have done it while he was drunk. Or maybe he HAD been drunk - maybe sweet, sweet Patricia had talked him into having something stronger than Dr. Pepper. He wasn't sure he wouldn't have turned her down if she'd offered. One thing for sure - if the two of them had made love last night, Victor Stevens wasn't regretting it.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Where were you, man?" Mike asked. "I was calling your place last night - then your mobile..."

"Listen, this is between you and me, okay? I was... I was with someone."

"Yeah?" He was really interested now. "Who?"

Victor mouthed "Patricia." Mike was really jealous now.

* * * * * * * * * * 

Croft kept telling himself that Victor Stevens - that fucking wimp - simply could NOT be tapping that juicy Brazilian ass. He couldn't. But if he was, at least Stevens wasn't going around bragging to everyone. Otherwise Vic wouldn't have any teeth by now.


* * * * * * * * * *

Patricia couldn't wait for her shift that night to be over - Fridays were always busy busy busy, and today had been no exception. Her tips had been great, but right now all she wanted to do was get home to sleep before tomorrow night. When she'd be out all night. And then sleep all day Sunday... a perfect weekend.

"Hey."

Patricia didn't know how to feel on seeing Victor standing there; he didn't look confused or upset - he looked happy, as if nothing had happened. "Oh, hi Victor," the young woman replied. "I really have to get home; big day tomorrow or I'd stay and chat..."

"I know, I won't hold you long. I just need to know - what happened?" 

Not exactly subtle, but there wasn't the time for that. Patricia shifted herself from side to side and kept looking at her feet, while Victor just looked at her. 

"Look, I don't know what happened, but I know that I felt wonderful the next day, like I never felt before... was it what I think it was? Just tell me yes or no."

Patricia lifted her head; her eyes told Victor the truth even before she said it.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Why?" Victor asked, as they entered his home sweet home. Patricia had dreaded this; she had half-hoped Victor would have been a love-'em-and-leave-'em type - be content with a good memory to notch on his bedpost, and then the next girl.

"Why did I drug you?" she asked. "Because I was afraid."

"Afraid of what? That I wouldn't want to see you again?"

"No... well, yes... oh God... you don't know what this is like..."

The room was silent; Patricia searching for words, Victor mixed-up as he wondered where she was coming from. They sat there in each other's own world for what seemed like an eternity; a five-minute eternity. 

At last Patricia stood up. "Wait here," she told him quietly. "I'll call you in a few minutes." And she walked off to Victor's bedroom and closed the door, piquing his interest and his mind. What was she doing in there? She couldn't be getting ready to do a striptease? Or some weird kind of sex game? More of the stuff they had done (might have done) last time? Victor glared at the phone as if daring it to ring and ruin the moment.

It rang. It wasn't even through with the first ring before Victor picked it up, said "Go away" and hung up, sparing himself ages at the mercy of a telemarketer. He turned back to the door, wondering how much longer he'd have to wait for her.

"Come in now!"

Not long at all; Victor had to keep himself from running inside, telling himself that it was probably nothing; she probably made something for him and wanted to give it to him now. Yeah, that was it, he thought to himself as he entered.

He was half-right; it was nothing. It was nothing Patricia had on. She was standing with her back to him, nude from top to toe. Victor let out his breath in admiration at the sight of her trim body, trying to keep his eyes from going straight to that perfectly round behind. And failing. Fuck, it was beautiful... but so was the whole package. He had seen naked women before, but never before had one actually undressed just for him.

"Thank you..." Victor said in a trembling voice, mentally telling himself to touch the woman, but unwilling to break the mood. "You... you're..."

"Wait," Patricia said, and turned her head to look at him. "I have to show you the rest - I'll understand if you leave..."

"What is it? Are your boobs fake?"

"Yes," the woman admitted.

"Is that all?" Victor asked with a shrug. "You haven't gone to extremes like Lolo Ferrari, God rest her soul, so what's the problem? Anyway, I'm not a breast man."

"You like butts, right?"

"Yep. That HAS to be real."

"It is," Patricia assured him with a giggle. "Behinds like that run in my family."

"Come on, turn around..."

Patricia nodded, and turned herself around. As she'd said, her breasts weren't real, but they were still nice, even though one of them did have a slight scar. She also had a pair of terrific legs on her, as more than a few of the men she had met had noticed. In fact, there was a lot of stuff about Patricia Machado to draw attention.

Including the long, stiff penis between her legs.

Victor lost his ability to talk when he saw the cock and balls there; his mouth hung open and he felt his head swim... he felt many things in the next few seconds. This... this wasn't happening. The girl that he had been dreaming of for weeks - the girl that gave all his friends stiffies - she was a tranny. A T-girl. A chick with a dick. A shemale. Right here. Right now. Right in front of him.

For her part, Patricia thought that Victor would turn around and run out. Either that, or think back to that night and leap on her; she was big between her legs, but he was big everywhere - Patricia still remembered that one night in Sao Paulo with a guy she thought was a friend; she had barely escaped with her life. That was why she had kept it a secret until now. Patricia prayed she had told the right man...

She felt Victor's hands clutching her asscheeks as he dropped to his knees and wrapped his eager mouth around her cock. Patricia's eyes filled with tears of joy; she had told the right man.

* * * * * * * * * *

If his schoolfriends could see him now...

Nicholas Nelson had smuggled in one of his dad's "freak magazines" as he called them. "This shit'll make you puke!" he'd told the guys before class. "Take a look..." Before the eyes of fifteen teenage boys, he opened up the magazine.

"OHMYGAWD SHE'S GOT A COCK!!!" "Aw man, that is SICK!" "People like that stuff?!?!" "Your dad needs help, Nick!"

That last had been Victor, who had gone on to be the leader of the loud decrying of Nicholas' dad's proclivities (which Nicholas heartily endorsed). God, what a bunch of weirdos - all looking exactly like women except that they sported male equipment of various sizes. Victor and his friends assured each other that they wouldn't go near any of those freaks.

And he really meant it. 

And continued to mean it until that evening in bed, the visions of the women in that magazine lingering in his mind. In his mind he was looking up at Lana, the woman on the cover of the magazine. She was waving her massive rod above his face, and he was running his tongue over the plum at the end. Thoughts like that had been there all night; he had hated himself for fantasies before (like the time he had jerked off to Lisa Bonet despite hating her and that crappy Cosby spinoff), and he could have felt guilty about imagining he had a prick in his mouth instead of a boob. But instead he felt like he was enjoying the best of both worlds - enjoying a beautiful cock while touching a lovely female form; not truly straight but not 100% gay either. And what was really great about fucking a transsexual was that you could never get one pregnant, he thought with a little smile.


Patricia



And then he remembered the whole Ajita thing. Ajita Wilson had been one of the first women he'd seen in a men's magazine naked; she had fired up his teenage balls, and he had not been happy when he found out she had died young. He had not, however, been nauseated when he learned that she had been born a man. A sign of how he'd turn out?

Victor had had to keep secret all his fantasies, not just the ones about T-girls, but he regretted not clubbing Nick Nelson for always calling them "it." Not "she" or even "he," but "it." There was nothing inhuman about Patricia, and as he sucked her inches hungrily he knew it. Long, slim and rock-hard, Patricia's cock was heaven in his mouth; Victor moved his hands along Patricia's firm, soft butt eagerly, listening to her crying out Portugeuse dirty talk as he started to slip his middle fingers into her asshole. Aaaaaaaahhhhh... Victor couldn't wait to replace the fingers with other parts of his body. 

Patricia slapped his shoulders, and Victor reluctantly pulled back from her prick. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," Patricia replied with a smile. "I just don't like to fuck with one guy still dressed."

Victor hurriedly undressed as she watched, hoping she wasn't going to be too nauseated at what she saw. "Nice," she said as he stood there naked. "Now come here..." and she opened her arms to him, holding him tight as he came forward, and the two kissed for the first time. Patricia's hands rubbed Victor's naked body; he wasn't exactly ripped, but he wasn't grotesque either. She liked how he felt in his arms, big and well-packed. She rested her hands on his butt, and gave it a good clench as Victor nuzzled her breasts, feeling his crotch on hers. The two fell onto the bed, kissing and fondling each other.

"Don't tell me that's the first time you've ever..." Patricia's voice dissolved into happy laughter as Victor took her cock in hand and began to stroke it, lightly pulling the long, lean pole with one hand while rubbing it with the other. Patricia watched her friend and lover playing with it, kissing her over and over as he fingered the prick. Not wanting to be left out, Patricia hefted Victor's own baton in her hands, smiling as she felt it grow and harden. She began to stroke the man's penis, pulling back and forth firmly but carefully, listening to Victor's little "ugh"s and "uhhh"s as she fondled it.

Studying him, Patricia gradually increased the pace, stretching her fingers out to dandle his balls. Victor had already sped up, wishing that he could put her prick in his mouth again; he could see that she was starting to get really excited, listen to her breath speeding up, and watch her body start to shake excitedly as her cock started to respond. But so was his... Victor felt Patricia's fingers on his sacs as he played with hers, their grunts mixing as each one tried to get the other to come first... but Patricia had such an edge. Such a sweet, exciting edge... Then Victor imagined Patricia spreading her asscheeks for him and pointing to the hole between, and then it happened.

Clutching the prick tightly, Patricia pulled and gasped as she felt Victor's come firing out, shooting directly onto the tip of her own prick. She jerked him again, and again, as Victor rubbed her come-covered prick, before the two rubbed their pricks together, their hands on each other's arms. This was a nice way to start an affair...

"You have to understand that my family's very close. Very strict," Patricia told Victor, as the latter had his head on the former's ass, running his hand along the cheeks and kissing them. "They were well off, and I had plenty of money of my own - otherwise I'd never have been able to afford them..."

Victor knew what "them" meant.

"... but they didn't really understand who I was. Even after I tried to explain - they just said it was a phase."

"Guess you finally convinced them."

"I didn't tell them - I told them I was going to Sao Paulo; to university. Actually, I was... but I found I was heading down a different path. I found out that I could make more money with what I already had..." Patricia didn't elaborate, but Victor could guess. "But my parents found out after my first magazine shoot - I wasn't even on the cover then - and my father swore that he'd cut it off if I ever came back."

"And that's why you left the country..."

"No," Patricia replied. "At the time I was seeing this guy; I was really interested in him, but I was afraid to tell him the truth. I blame Natasha... she's this ladyboy I used to know, she believed in being straight with everyone, and she told me to be upfront with him."

"So what happened with the guy?" Victor asked as he nuzzled up her back.

Patricia turned over and pointed to the scar on her right breast. "That was the only one the surgeons couldn't hide completely," she said quietly, her voice almost level. "The police never got him."

"Oh fuck... oh Jeez... " Victor couldn't say anything. No wonder Patricia kept it a secret; with people like that around... yet she was staying the way she was, rather than take the easy way out.

"I wasn't sure about you at first," Patricia continued. "I thought - "

"Patricia, this is like a dream come true for me," Victor told her.

"You're not the first person who's said that to me."

"I'm not telling a soul about you..."

"You're not the first person who's said that either," Patricia replied, and then she kissed him. "But you ARE the first person who's said that who I believe."

They kissed again, Victor with his hands on her chest. "You know, this is really the best way to go," she said lightly. "You don't have to worry about knocking me up."

"Yeah, I'd be a terrible father," Victor admitted, stroking her unbelievable skin. "I bet you'd be a good mother..."

"Yeah, right," Patricia laughed. "I'd be too busy swallowing that monster you've got down there..." She took hold of it again, and slid down his body, Victor feeling her flowing black hair moving along him as it trailed after her. "I know you don't remember Friday night. So here's a repeat performance..."

Patricia licked Victor's shaft from balls to tip, loving how it looked and tasted. Then she rolled her tongue over the top of his cock, drawing it into her mouth. Victor found his heart beating so quickly he almost feared he'd have a seizure; Patricia was an expert at this, lightly breathing on the prick as she sucked teasingly and passionately, sometimes opening her mouth wide enough to take in his balls as well. She had been waiting to do this again for a long time, he could tell. Victor started breathing harder, wanting to fill her up but not wanting that to happen for a long, long time. She was the perfect woman; all feminine-looking but with a magnificient cock as a bonus. She could treat you like a woman and take it as one... no wonder there were guys hot for women like her. No wonder HE was hot for her.

But feeling Patricia's soft lips eating his meat, Victor knew that he would have adored her even if she didn't have several hot inches between her legs. And feeling Patricia's fingers pumping him, Victor knew the best way he could show his appreciation... "Patricia..." he gasped.

"Mmmm?"

"I don't want to come in your mouth..." he panted, feeling his cock in danger of shooting down her throat.

"I know," she smiled as she let his aching prick out of her hot mouth. "I was just moistening you up."

"For what?"

"What do you think?" she answered, rolling off Victor onto her back. He rapidly mounted her, taking her by the thighs and lifting her legs; Victor could see her tender little asshole there, open and waiting. With her sweet little face silently beckoning him, he positioned himself and, swallowing nervously, started to push his damp cock inside Patricia.

Her eyes and mouth gaped as she felt him sliding up her, while Victor found himself trembling. Patricia's asshole was so tight around his prick as he pumped, and he couldn't help but look at her hard cock slapping against herself as they thrusted in harmony, her legs up in the air and him stroking them, partly to get a grip but mostly because they felt so nice. Then he got another look into her eyes, and forgot about what she had between her legs. Victor slid deeper into her as Patricia fondled his body, urging him on in Portuguese - "Go on Victor," she begged, "fuck me... fuck me harder... do it Victor! DO IT HARDER!!!"

Victor was more than happy to oblige, gripping the lovely woman ever tighter and slapping himself against what he could touch of her meaty cheeks, and grunting out loud as he felt his balls actually touching her butt. Pushing deeper and going in and out excitedly, he gasped "Oh Patricia... fuck I've been wanting this for so long... SHIT you're great... oh fuck Patricia... PATRICIA MACHADO YOU ARE SOOO HOTTTT..."

"Ahhhh... uuuuuhhhh.... OHHHHGODDDDDDD!!!" screamed Patricia as she clawed at the bedsheets and at her lover, begging and yelling at Victor to fill her ass up with his come... "FILL IT NOW!!!" Victor bucked between her legs stronger than he ever had before, slamming his cock inside her butt and praying that he could give her what she deserved - and cried out in happiness as he felt his prick pumping floods of creamy come deep into her asshole. She had got it.

Repeated calling out Patricia's name, Victor came and came and came, blissfully unaware that their mutual friend was watching; Michael had entered the flat some time before, and had heard the noises from the bedroom. Other men would have taken this as a cue to discreetly leave - Michael was not like other men. Besides, he knew Victor had caught him with a friend once; he figured he could peek at his friend getting lucky once. That in mind, Michael had peered through the keyhole, and found a reenactment of the train scene from "Fair Game," with Victor as Billy Baldwin (complete with bare butt) and... THAT LUCKY BASTARD! Patricia Machado was Cindy Crawford! How the hell did he do that?

Michael watched as Victor came inside the foxy Brazilian, and watched as he relaxed with a sigh. Then Michael stepped aside, jealous as all hell but knowing that it would be best if he pretended to have just gotten in; he didn't need this on his rap sheet. The man scuttled back towards the door as the bedroom door opened, and Victor came out - Patricia had suggested that she return the favour and asked him for something like Vaseline or that ilk to make it easier. Unfortunately for all, it was in the bathroom.

Unfortunately because Michael hadn't left the room when Victor came out. And even more unfortunately because Michael could see Patricia in the bedroom, standing there stark naked. "Oh hi, Mike..." said Victor a bit nervously, and wondered why he hadn't said anything.

Then he saw the expression on Michael's face - he didn't need to say anything. Victor's friend had seen enough; he backed away horrified, and ran out of the room.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Mike..."

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? Why couldn't you do some Ecstasy like normal people?"

"Mike, she can hear you..." Victor said over the phone. It was true; an alarmed Mike had been tracked down at home, but he had been so freaked out that he was screaming down the phone.

"You were sleeping with a girlie-boy?! A transvestite?!"

"TransSEXUAL, Mike. A TV likes dressing up as a woman; a transsexual IS a woman."

"A para-woman, yeah..."

"A what?"

"You know how a paralegal's someone who isn't really a lawyer? Well, girls like Patty aren't really girls."

"But you admit she's a girl? Now you know. And knowing is half the battle," Victor added with a smile as Patricia mouthed "G.I. Joe against Cobra and Destro." (Gorgeous, likeable AND knew cartoons. YES!)

"Look, if you can't handle it that's fine. But I have to admit I'm kind of disappointed - "

"But it's not like..." Mike was fighting to find the right words.

"It's not like the time I slept over at your place?" Victor finished gently.

Patricia lived up to one feminine stereotype by scuttling over to where Victor was sitting; she sensed something gossip-worthy was in the air. She beckoned him to go on as she listened in, and Victor shook his head in amusement as Mike stayed silent, finally sighing.

"That time I knew what I was getting into," he said softly. "You didn't hide it."

"No, you did all the hiding," Victor added. "You still are. I haven't seen you boasting about the last night of summer camp that year."

"Like YOU have," Mike pointed out, fondly gazing back to that year they were both 18...

...and arguing even then. Even though it was lights out time, neither of them was ready to sleep just yet; they had too much stuff on their minds. Like having a discussion with the aid of a torch about which one of them had stiffed the other when it came time for their duties; they both insisted it was the other. Deep down, they both wished the other would just say "Forget it, let's just go to sleep" but the hushed-up argument just went on and on and on.

"It was you," Mike hissed.

"I don't cheat on my stuff," Victor parried for the umpteenth time. "It could have been one of the others."

"Yeah, right... you always work with me. You may have a sweet ass but that doesn't mean you can - "

"What did you say?" Victor interrupted.

"I said you can't go around stiffing me on camp chores..." Mike started.

"No, no, no. The other bit," his friend said, in a softer voice.

Michael wished they could go back to arguing; the bit he had let slip out there wasn't something he had wanted to tell his friend. His diaries, yes; his deepest dreams, yes; but the actual person, never. Thankfully they were alone in their cabin, and even more thankfully the lights were out. "You tell anyone about this and I'll deny it," he told Victor nervously. "You know Mr. Kirby?"

"The janitor?"

"Yeah. The guy who's got a whole load of gay porn mags in his shed - "

"Nosy."

"It's my nature. Anyway, I saw him looking at you a couple of days ago and he said something about wanting to eat you up right there... and I saw you there, and you were bending over to get something. And... and I got a hardon."

"From me?" Victor asked, embarrassed... and flattered. 

"I'm not gay or anything," Michael said hastily. "I'm not, honest. But I did think that... that if you were... that I wouldn't mind..."

"If we're going around being honest, then I'll tell you something," his friend told him, their argument now forgotten. "You can touch it." Victor turned over in bed, facing away from Mike. "Go on. I don't mind. I... I've actually kind of hoped it might happen."

Michael let the torch beam run down his friend's bare back, before he reached out and put his fingers in the band of Victor's pyjama pants, pulling them down. He mentally tortured himself, telling himself his best friend did NOT have yummy thighs, and that his friend did not have a beautiful round ass. He didn't, he didn't, he... did. Mike rested his hands on Victor's buns, telling himself that this was a one-time only thing...

Just like that time after they had been at the beach with friends had been a one-time thing. And that night Mike had spent over at Victor's had been a one-time thing. And the day Victor had watched the "Charmed" marathon with Mike had been a one-time thing. That last had been just a few weeks ago, before this whole night school thing had started.

If there was ever a woman whose ass Mike would have sold his family into slavery for a chance to tap, it was Rose McGowan. In several of the liasions between him and Victor, Mike had pretended it was Rose's lips on his mouth instead of Victor's; he had told himself that it was Rose swallowing his nine inches instead of Victor; he had even tried to visualise Rose McGowan slipping on a strap-on and pushing it up his back door instead of Victor's own very real penis. And now, as the Halliwells did their thing on the TV in front of him, Mike lay back on the sofa, naked and moaning, as his friend happily sucked away on his cock.

Mike was SO glad that it was a Shannen Doherty-heavy episode; he could concentrate on who was between his legs, happily consuming his prick as eagerly as that first time. Mike hadn't expected Victor would have been so happy to feel a cock up his butt; but he was even more surprised to find that more and more, he had found himself not having to replace his friend with Rose. Mike gazed down on his naked, grinding friend, waiting for the moment when he could give him a mouthful of creamy, yummy come, and waiting for when it would be his turn to taste Victor's juicy cock...

"Mike?"

What the FUCK had happened to Victor's voice? It was higher and he had a South American accent - oh yeah, it was Patricia on the line now. That journey down memory lane had been farther than he had thought.

"Victor asked me to talk to you about this. Never send a man to do a woman's job, right?" she laughed. "You're worried that you might be gay and don't know it, right?"

Mike didn't know what to say.

"Some people, you can tell they're gay from the moment you see them; some people aren't. You and Victor aren't, so relax, okay?"

"But Vic-"

"You know, just because you like sucking cocks doesn't mean you're gay. You see so many movie stars who hang around women all the time, doing a really great job of being straight, and all the time they'd rather be with guys. And look at all those women who have to kiss other women - Winona Ryder's done it in movies and TV and no one thinks she's a lesbian. And what about hookers? Some of them have to sleep with women - okay, or with guys if they're male - and it doesn't mean they're gay, they're just doing their job. All this means is that you get turned on by guys and girls. You get the best of both worlds, Mikey - roll with it!"

"Ummmm... can you put Victor back on?"

"Sure," Patricia said, and gave the phone back to Victor, who listened, and laughed. "Yes, yes she is... just deal with it, okay? Okay, see you later," and he hung up, still chuckling.

"Can you believe that guy?" Victor asked, beckoning Patricia to come into his arms. "He wanted to know if you were better at head than he was..."

* * * * * * * * *

Croft liked to think of himself as an equal opportunity kind of guy; he could whack off to a skinny chick as easily as to someone with boobs the size of the Hindenburg. Today, he was in the mood for someone with the latter; he (badly) sang that song about how fat bottomed girls made his rocking world go round as he strolled into the adult entertainment emporium of his choice, waving to the man behind the counter, who greeted one of his most loyal customers in return. Croft had almost wept when he’d heard that Miriam Gonzalez wasn’t doing nude shots anymore; the weight gain he could take, but the clothes were a real loss. Never mind, there was always good old Chloe V or that fucking amazing Kraut Nadine Jansen or...

What the fuck was THAT?!? Croft had to do a double-take at the foreign language DVD he had just passed. Nah, it couldn’t be.

No; he picked up the box and studied it. It wasn’t a mistake. Croft set it down as if he had found out you could get syphilis just by touching the stuff.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Just wondering if you’ve seen any good movies lately," Croft said to Patricia amiably as the class broke up, and after Victor had bid her farewell. "Ever seen any by Joey Silvera?"

It was the momentary pause that told Croft he had been right. Just a brief one; if Croft hadn’t been suspicious already he would have figured she had no idea who he was. Instead she paused before saying "Who?" Not "No," just "Who?"

"Hey, Patty, come on," Croft said.

"Only my friends call me Patty," Patricia replied tersely as she walked out, the guy still after her, hanging on like a bad telemarketer.




Patricia



"Oh, we’re all friends here. Or would you rather I called you..." and he lowered his voice so no one but her could hear. "...a T-girl?"

Patricia’s pace broke; she had to keep herself from dropping her books as Croft smiled at her. "I have to thank you, really," he continued. "I was really upset when you blew me off like that, but now that I know you’re not a real woman I feel a lot better."

"You’re not a real man," she hit him back.

"You can still do something about that, you know. Bet you’re still pre-op, right?"

"Why not take a feel and find out?"

"Nah, I’ll bet you are. But you go and get it chopped off, and no one’ll be any the wiser. You gotta admit, it would be a lot easier..."

Patricia had, in fact, started to save for the final vital step in her transformation not long after the business in Sao Paulo. She had seriously thought about getting it done; it would have solved a lot of problems, for sure. But as the money built up, so did her doubts; she had come to realise that far from the final operation making her who she really was, she already was who she really was. She liked being halfway between a man and a woman; losing her genitals would have made her less… human. She liked being able to sleep with both men and women, and she liked feeling she was kind of special in a sense. Patricia had been born a ladyboy inside, and she was finally prepared to live as one – her parents and people like Croft may have hated it, but they weren’t the ones living her life.

"Fuck you," she said sweetly, and sashayed away, hoping she would get a couple of whistles from her wiggle, just to piss off Croft. She did.

* * * * * * * * * *

Croft snapped his fingers at the waiter.

"He's got a name, you know," Victor said testily as the wageslave came over to them. "Sorry about my friend, Andrew..."

"The customer is always right," Andrew said, more to Victor than to Croft. "Same again?"

"Damn right," Croft rasped. "And do you think you could bring MY drink before his this time?"

"I'll try," Andrew lied, and left the two to their corner seat. Croft did in fact need the drinks; he had shanghai'd Victor with the intent of shocking him with the news about his "girlfriend," but it was he who was shocked when Victor had replied with a simple "I know." Four beers later, Croft still couldn't believe it.

"All righty, Mr. Cocksucker," Croft said, tapping his foot impatiently for the booze, "since you know about that freak, everyone else'll know as well."

"Go ahead," Victor replied. "No secrets here. They might as well know about the time you had your cock up a nice plump ass."

"I don't hide my prowess, sonny boy."

"A nice plump ass with a prick on the other side... Mike's prick."

"That was a one-night stand, you..." Croft started, before seeing the barrel Victor had him over. "Fuck you; no one'll believe that."

"They might; they might not. Out Patricia and we'll see," Victor replied. "One thing I'm wondering; suppose she HAD taken you up on it. What would you have done, killed her?"

Croft didn't say anything.

Neither did Victor.

* * * * * * * * * * 

The class was on edge that evening; tonight they were going to have the dreaded examination, and none of them were too sure how it would go. Not least Victor, who hadn't been doing all that much studying; he figured he'd be able to get by, but all he had been able to think about was Patricia. Ever since those conversations he had had, he had been wondering what the hell they would do, and what the hell TO do. He cast a glance at Mike, who gave him a cautious smile in return; he was either more confident about how it would go, or better at hiding his nerves.

Maybe she wouldn't show up this evening. Victor couldn't have blamed her either way; Croft hadn't blabbed yet, but it was only a matter of time - and the lessons had been a lot tougher. But Victor was missing her already...

Patricia was the last one to come hurrying into class. As usual, most of the men - and a few of the women - brightened visibly as she entered. "Whew!" she gasped as she made her way to her seat, saying hi to her friends. "I thought Mr. Grant was going to be here before me..."

"Time for some quick revision before it starts, huh?" Mike asked.

"I need the test answers, that's what I need! I haven't had time to do any revision..."

"Never mind, you can cheat off my paper," Victor offered.

"That's not all she gets off you," Croft sneered. "I hear she--"

"Excuse me," Patricia interrupted. "I had to rush to get here before Mr. Grant because... because I've got something to say to you."

"I've got something to say as well," Croft replied.

"You first, Patty," one of the other guys said. "Is it more interesting than the test?"

"ANYTHING would be more interesting than the test," another one pointed out, as Patricia looked over her classmates. Her colleagues. Her friends. And in at least one case her lover. She still had time to change her story to a lie, but...

"I think you all need to know that... that I'm... I'm... there's no easy way to say this. I was born as a boy."

There wasn't a single sound in that room. Croft's face was rock-still as he mentally fumbled with how his plans had fallen apart; everyone else had well and truly forgotten the test now. Men and women alike stared at the blend in their midst; it would be lovely to tell you that it didn't make a difference to any of them, but she lost several male admirers at that moment, and made enemies of nearly all the women.

"If you want me to get out of the class, I will. But this is something I have to do."

"Patricia?" asked the man who had suggested this would be more interesting than the test. "This... this is freaky."

"I know."

"But I don't care," he continued. "I still think you're hot."

"Hot? HOT?!?" Cletus Hogan snapped. "She's got a prick down there, dammit!"

"So?" the other man argued. "She still gets mine stiff!"

"Same here," said another.

"And here," Victor added, getting up and going over to the smiling Patricia. With everybody watching, Victor cradled Patricia's head in his hands, and kissed her.

"I'm going to be sick," Croft muttered, as Mr. Grant entered and caught the lovers exhibiting their affection. Victor and Patricia were, in turn, going to have to do the test again when they didn't do so well. Not that they cared...

* * * * * * * * * *

It had been a nice evening; the word had been put out, but what would happen next was for another day. Patricia hadn't asked the class to keep it a secret, meaning that the coming weeks might not be smooth going - no applause at coming out in this case (gay men and lesbians still had problems, but they were way ahead of ladyboys in the widespread acceptance stakes) - but not everybody had told her to go to hell. Again, she could deal with that another day... THEY could deal with that another day. Victor and Michael were in this together.

They were also in each other together. The more passive Patricia, her long hardon attracting quick, lusftul glances from the guys, watched as Victor drew his lips along Mike's prick as he lay on top of his friend, said friend sucking on the man's pole down his throat. Mike had been hungry for his best friend's cock for ages, and had finally been able to admit it to someone. Patricia's only problem, passive though she mostly was, was that she couldn't get in there to get HER famished organ up either fine ass. Stroking herself, she got a closer look at Mike; he had his eyes closed with the effort he was putting in sucking Victor's cock. It was all the way inside his mouth, his tongue occasionally moving out to flick Victor's balls.

Up above, Victor stroked and squeezed his friend, sucking the long pink stem almost as eagerly as he had feasted on Patricia's. "Save some for me!" she begged; the gentleman heard her, and pulled back in mid-suck. Patricia swooped in so quickly that Mike had no idea he was getting his first ever blowjob from a shemale; he kept fondling his friend's buns while swallowing, waiting for Victor to shoot his waves of come into his mouth. Mmmmm... there it was, the first drops... and it still tasted as great as it did back in camp... Mike managed to suck for a few moments more before he went "MMMMMAAAAAAA!!!!" at the feeling of "his" sucking and how it mixed with Victor's gorgeous prick filling his mouth with its juice. Mike swallowed it all, glad that some things were just as good as he remembered.

Feeling Victor rolling off him and turning to face him, Mike wondered why he was still feeling suction down there - then he looked down and got the biggest and one of the best surprises of his life. Patricia's mouth was greedily working on his prick, while one of her delicate hands had taken Victor's cock and was giving new life to it, while Victor beamed at him in bliss before turning to look at the love of his life. Patricia milked his bulging hardon like a pro, her eyes going back and forth from one to the other as she consumed Mike's prick right up to the balls, sucking hard and eagerly. Fuck, she was making them feel good...

With her free hand, she tugged on Victor, wanting him to go next to Mike. "Lady's choice," he sighed, and with Patricia still stroking his prick he sidled over to his groaning friend. He could see what was visible of the shaft, all shiny with Patricia's mouth. The woman pulled back for a moment to take a breath, and then closed her mouth around both their hard cocks. The cockheads touched inside her mouth, and the two friends were stirred by their contact. But not as much as by Patricia's swallowing of them both. She had a lot of energy packed into a girlish frame; sucking on each pole and pawing away at the two guys. And with no camera nearby, she could keep her eyes firmly on the job at hand - Victor had gently admitted to her that for all the drawbacks of American and English porn, the ladies there did at least keep from breaking the fourth wall all the time. Patricia had managed to not be too offended.

Victor and Mike took each other's hands, trembling and panting as they felt their lady playing with the pricks on her tongue. Mumbling Portuguese dirty talk over their cocks, Patricia rested her fingers on the shafts and brushed them along, intending to speed up the action gradually, but her incredibly warm mouth moving up and down their lengths made it impossible for them to hold out... Mike gave way first, digging his fingernails into his friend's fist.

"MMMMMMMMMM!!!!" the woman cried through the mouthful of meat, as she got a massive dose of come from Mike; Victor followed almost at once, pumping himself down Patricia's throat. The two friends' love for Patricia blended into one that moment, filling her mouth with their hot juice; slipping her head back from their come-covered cocks, she licked each one clean and got the rest off her lips, looking at her guys with delight. "Did you get the Vaseline this time?" she asked.

"Mmmm-hmmm," Victor answered as she crouched down, her fine, fine ass presenting itself. Resting his hands on her cheeks, Victor spread them apart and looked tenderly at her waiting asshole. Mike was slathering his cock up in anticipation, but he'd have to wait; Victor gently kneaded her ass as he dipped his head down, and started to run his tongue along the circle. Though he'd mentally practiced in his head for years, and had been the recipient of a good munch from Mike, this was the first time he had ever given it for real; rimming Patricia's opening and squirreling his tongue inside, Victor supped away at her soft, tight asshole as if he was eating the sweetest pussy on the planet.

"Ohhh... oooohhhh.... uuuhhhh..." Patricia moaned, enjoying her lover's caresses and tingling as his tongue worked on her back entrance. Victor felt jealous of Mike's knowledge that he'd soon get to be inside his girlfriend's ass, but he consoled himself with the realisation that Patricia was HIS girlfriend. Mike would have to find his own. Reluctantly moving away and sidling under her to face her lovely, stiffened pole, Victor stayed under her as she moved further up, giving him a perfect view of Mike as he clutched Patricia's seat meat and started to thrust his yummy pink pole inside, producing a happy scream from the lady. 

With Mike and Patricia grinding away on top of him, Victor took a look at her beautiful dangling breasts jiggling away as his friend pumped. Then, still looking, he angled his head upwards and took Patricia's lovely stiffy into his mouth again, hoping that this time he'd know how she tasted. He was in love, and he was happy.

* * * * * * * * * *

Croft should have been happy. He had gotten a raise at work, he was single, and he had gotten lucky after work - here he was, on his way back home with a staggeringly juicy little number who really seemed to like him, and it looked as if he was going to be busy in bed that night. She had even stopped off to give him a sneak preview right there in the car, and Croft was happy for once to be stuck behind a row of cars with this foxy little redhead sucking away on his pride and joy.

The trouble was, Croft was afraid of what would happen if she asked him to return the favour. Very afraid.



Patricia



I have a list of six names scrawled on a grocery pad, and in block letters up top it says: "Geniuses to have sex with." Underneath, I've added: "(in order of sexiness)" but that's hard to do. I hemmed and hawed and in the end I just listed them randomly, boy girl boy girl boy boy. 

Genius number one was "Richard Feynman (1918-1988)" and his name's already crossed out. I took a red pen and drew a little frowny face, too. Asshole. 

Genius number two is "Patricia Highsmith (1921-1995)" She's standing behind the counter over there, twenty one years old, gaunt and fierce. There are pimples along one side of her forehead, but when she turns everything is fine again. Her skin on this side is smooth and perfect, like in the photographs I've got up on my walls. 

With Feynman, we made love after he'd already won the Nobel Prize. That kind of success does something to a person in bed. It was awful. But Pat hasn't even begun her first novel yet, and I have a chance at the real her. The real Patricia Highsmith, blemished, violent, brilliant. I want something from her, but I don't know what it is. I guess that means sex. 

She's straightening the dolls on the shelf behind the counter. What do you say to someone you've stalked through time? Do you come here often? Can I buy you a drink? 

She'll just say, "Thank you, no, I'm a lesbian. You shouldn't be here. This makes no sense. I'm long dead." 

The note was a better idea, I think. It's taped to her jacket sleeve, a small green envelope with "Pat" written on the front. Inside there's nothing. What do you say? I wanted to just write "1995" on a slip of paper. I wanted to write a passage from The Talented Mr. Ripley. I wanted to write, "I'm not so ugly. What does it matter? It's just one night. Take me home." I'm sleeping in a park nearby. I've got no money here. 

She's talking with a customer, smiling, and I'm thinking I should walk over and ask, "Haven't you ever wondered about the construction of a moral universe within the novel?" I'm thinking I could put my hand on her neck all easy, and say, "I'm at least as well-endowed as any woman. Give it a chance."

I thought being this close would let me see into her head a little better. It's worse, really. The zits have sort of driven home that she's a real person, more complex than the little snatches of interviews could possibly show. Before, I could believe I knew her, that I could see the passions that drove her characters, the fears that twisted the plots of her novels, but now I can see that's bullshit. It's written all over that side of her forehead.

There's a picture on the wall in my kitchen of Pat standing in a doorway, shadowed and naked, her skin perfect. My friends never want to have dinner over, it's always, "Let's eat out," or "Come over for pizza," and it's because I stare. What an amazing picture. I should have tried to find out what day that was taken. I should have shown up then.

The customer is still talking. He's ugly, balding, and I swear to god if he touches her elbow once more I am going over there. She's smiling even though I know that inside she's hating him, wishing he would go away, imagining some death for him, some completely justifiable murder. Does he show up in a novel? I try to remember. 

Her hair looks nice. Maybe I should wait a few days to approach her, until the pimples have cleared up. It will distract me in bed. The customer looks over, meets my eyes. One of his ears is higher than the other, just a bit.

"Excuse me," he says, loud enough for everyone in the department to hear. "Is there something I can help you with?" Now I can see that he's got a name tag on, too. How long have I been standing here watching? Has it been twenty minutes? An hour? Both of them are looking at me, expectantly. "Are you waiting to be served?" he says, and I nod, looking at her. 

She walks so strangely. I've never seen her move, her back up, her eyes on mine. Shit. Shit. Her name tag says, "Patricia," and I want to reach out and wet my fingers in her eyes. It doesn't feel right. She's looking through me. I turn and start walking away. In my head I beg her not to say anything. I don't want to hear her voice yet.

On the bench outside I think, will I end up in her journals? If we go to bed, will she write me down in cruel honest description? In fifty years, will I be mentioned in a biography? Will I be a brief detour on the road trip they paint of her psychosexual development as an artist, or a fork in the road? Will she come? Will she want me to want her to come, or will she want me to play indifference? Will she want me to come?

I find her later in the bar, drunk with her arm around a nervous looking girl from the university. The top button on her blouse is undone. I sit a few feet from them and I watch as the girl pulls free, as she looks around for her friends and takes off, drink in hand. Pat watches her walk away, bored. I take a deep breath. I stand.

In bed she tells a dirty joke. She forgets my name. She touches me and laughs about my ridiculousness. I tell her, "I've always loved your novels," and she laughs harder. In the end she comes, and doesn't care if I do or not. I ask, if she wants me to come and she points off to the bathroom and says it's none of her business what I do out of her bed. She says to clean up afterwards. 

I want to lay down and cuddle, but she's having none of it. She's pouring herself a drink and looking at me differently. I have no idea what she's thinking. I say, "The individual has manifold shadows, all of which resemble him, and from time to time have equal claim to be the man himself," and she just sits there drinking. Have I got my dates wrong? Maybe she doesn't start reading Kierkegaard until '48 or '49. I start thinking that I should go, but this isn't right. I haven't come and I want to, I think it's important to come. 

"Haven't you got somewhere to be?" she says, sounding annoyed. I want to say something perfect, something that cuts to the root of who she is, but also makes her want to make love with me again. I'm stammering in the doorway, foolish in my underwear.

"I... I like your cat," I tell her, and we're both dead quiet for almost a minute.

And then she smiles.



Patricia, a Truly Loving Wife



Well, if that's what he really wants. Here goes. My mark was a tall, good looking man, early 30s, dark hair and a wickedly sexy smile. He was divorced and his name was Alfred. "Hi Alfred. you gorgeous hunk of man. Haven't seen you around lately."

"Hi Patricia, I've missed you so much."

We talked for a while and I got what I'd wanted from him.

After six years of being married to David and behaving myself, I was delighted at how easily I'd got Alfred to ask me out. I felt elated rather than guilty about it. Of course it was all David's fault. I was quite happy being faithful to my husband but he'd had this kink about me having another man and he had at last persuaded me, the dutiful wife, to indulge it. I actually felt disappointed with David that he should want me to do this. He was my lord and master, so to speak. I looked up to him as my protector and guardian in life, and he wanted me to go out and get fucked. That struck me as ducking his responsibility toward me.

However, there was something about having another man. In the past I'd seen guys I fancied and knew they were off limits. Alfred had been one of them. 

I was looking forward to telling David that I'd got a date. 

It was over supper. "Dave you know how you've been on at me to cuckold you?"

"Yes."

"Well, a rather nice looking guy has asked me to go out with him this Friday. Do you want me to go?"

"Really Pat? You aren't just having me on?"

"No. I'm serious. If you're okay with it I will go out with him."

"So how did this come about?"

"He's a man who comes into the office from time to time. He's rather good looking and I happen to know he's single."

David nodded. I certainly had his attention.

"Normally I'm friendly to him but nothing doing, the respectable married woman. This time, because you'd been keeping on about me having another man, I flirted with him a bit, gave him come on signals and he's asked me out. Actually Dave, it was almost scary how easy it was."

"And you're going to- er, go all the way with him?"

"Yes. Provided you really mean what you say. This is for real Dave. I shall have him right inside me."

I was giving Dave every opportunity to back down from this. I would think more of him if he did. "How do you feel about it?" he asked. "Like you do actually like this guy?"

"He is cute. I could let myself enjoy it with him. But it is up to you. Do you really want another man's cock inside your wife's vagina?"

He didn't say anything. I think he was in a dilemma now that push had come to shove. "Remember Dave what's done cannot be undone. We have to live and cope with the consequences of it. Are you really sure you can handle it?" I paused for an answer. None came. "Would you like to sleep on it?"

"How will it be afterwards? Like will we carry on as we've been doing? Will it change you at all?" he asked me.

"Who knows? The most likely thing is we carry as we've been doing. I shall still love you Dave, I do know that. But you'll be a cuckold and I'll be a slut. Perhaps we won't respect each other as much as we have to date. I suspect that after I've done it once it will be much easier to do it again."

"You know Pat, there is more to this than I'd realised. I will sleep on it." 

In bed that night Dave was really attentive and turned on. His foreplay was wonderful and I was loving it. He put his penis to my labia then, before he actually got into me, he ejaculated. That had only ever happened once before: in our courting days the very first time I let him get that far. I was just as disappointed this time as I was then.

In the morning David told me to cancel my date. He'd thought it through and decided that his kink should remain a fantasy. He loved me and our marriage was too valuable to risk. My reaction was that my respect for him was restored, I loved him all the more for that and he had made a wise decision.

Driving to work I was in a happy glow that my hubby wanted me to behave myself and not have another man's cock in me. That was right and proper and orthodox. I enjoyed being a respectable married woman. I felt kind of safe that hubby was sufficiently jealous and appreciative of me to overcome his weird kink. 

It's such a pity that you can't have your cake and eat it. I'd have enjoyed the excitement of a date with Alfred. The nervous anticipation, the getting ready would have been good fun. I'd have enjoyed being with a good looking guy knowing he wanted to get into my pants. I have enjoyed the sex with him too. Oh well...

I called Alfred to cancel the Friday date. "I'm so disappointed, Patricia. I was really looking forward to it. How about a little rendez-vous one afternoon?"

I was driving home the following Wednesday. The rendez-vous with Alfred had exceeded expectations. A girl can have her cake and eat it after all. Such a pity that I can't tell David. He'd have loved hearing about it.



Patricia and Peter



It had been a busy conferencing day and Patricia was exhausted. I knew what she wanted was a few home comforts. She said without those and me, she would become a very miserable woman.

I always said she should never have taken on the senior company post which put her life to so much strain. But little miss stubborn was up for promotion and although it nearly caused a rift, decided to go for it. So I have had to adapt. Why? Because I love her and one has to make certain adjustments to meet the changes.

I guess I was a little too demanding of her and she wanted to show that she could fend for herself. But she had a lovely disposition which I did not want spoiled.

"You know what they say" I said to her; "Too much work makes Jack a dull boy."

Being pedantic she returned that she is neither a boy and her name isn't Jack. But we came to a compromise and I submitted.

So now, dear Patricia, who raises eyebrows from many of her subordinates. She has gorgeous auburn hair and a trim figure to die for, more or less rules the roost and if she cannot see the lusty looks of the fuddy-duddies who I know would simply love to get under her skirts, she must be blind.

"Of course I see all" she teases.- but there is method in my madness, they all want to remain in my good books and produce their best work, so a little sexual flaunting works wonders."

Anyway the heavy day finished she comes readily to me and after an evening meal we relax and talk about everything except work.

"You see just how important you are to me, Peter?, especially now since I have taken on my new part in the company. A woman like me needs her man beside her and cherishes his loving care. I yearn for you more than ever you may think and I love you so much."

It was nice to hear those words. We almost came to bust up when she decided to go it alone and tale the new responsible position in the company without my approval.

But such is our relationship she said she would take her penance once a week when we had our special Saturday love in and she said she would be fully prepared to take her punishment for being plain disrespectful in not asking my approval.

Before that apart of our relationship had been few and far between, according to when she had fad for it on any particular time, but it was always very nice, she knew just how much I enjoyed it with her so she had reached my deep libido in avoiding any maybe break up with us.

It was just rather gorgeous to have those delightful curves spread over my lap like they were waiting for it - a good firm spanking which would make our sex output afterwards that much more stimulating.

I teased her a lot about the fact she was the only woman in her outfit but I know she liked being in that situation.

"Not as I wish to bear any umbrage with you, Peter you understand, sometimes a woman likes to be in a position of authority, especially when some of those guys really hate it, those who think a woman is not capable of being chief. But when I am with you Peter, as you know - the tables are turned and I do need that certain amount of authority in our relationship "

I held her tightly and felt her body respond. It was almost like I was relieving the tension built up in her system and she wanted all I could give her.

"That feels so good baby, you don't know just how much" she whispered as I caressed her breasts over her white tunic top, the one she wore for the office. We would soon depart with that obstacle and just the sight of her coffee bra so neatly bundling those amorous full breasts gave me instant satisfaction, I could not wait to undo the back hook and smother her with my lips taking each nipple. I love to tease with my tongue tip, run it around and around and squeeze each one to make it more pointed.

But it was also delightful to hear her responding sounds and when she placed her hand on mine and guided it beneath her skirts, slowly running up he thighs , reaching those very sexy coffee stocking tops as she helped by rolling back hers skirts.

What is it about stocking tops and bare skin between them and her gorgeous lace black panties that makes a guy go absolutely berserk for the fuck of a woman. Especially a woman one loves so much in every way.

"I adore you like this Peter. At the end of the week when we enjoy our rapturous Saturdays together. Let me touch you now."

And she does. I want to sniff here there, I want to bury my lips between her sexy crotch and suck her to death, That is how she makes me behave. And with the feel of her hand tight exploring me I go to it and show her just how much I need her and worship her.

We enter out very private heaven on earth and capture the sheer thrill and joy we can give each other. I soon slip inside her. The first time it is like that but later, we do it all over again in slow motion with the gorgeous spanking thrown in.

She has her spanking three times approximately a week, except when she is on period and it has really strengthened our relationship in a way I could never have imagined, always concerned about hurting her.

But she actually wanted me to slap her, and sometimes with a paddle too. I watch her hind turn plum red, I pause and ask if she is alright, she responds massaging her hind in such a way that makes it more exiting so I give her a few more slaps. Tears come, but not tears exactly saying I should stop, but tears that make he all the more loving and wanting and soon I am full up inside her again, feeling the moist warmth of her as deep as can be..

She has come to really enjoy and want that and I am happy to go along with it, To massage her afterwards, before we fuck, with coconut, that is what she wants, makes me feel all the more endearing towards her and we spend so many luxurious love-ins together when she polls out all the stops and does everything two lovers can possible achieve with each other.

Sp perhaps by Patricia taking on this new position our relationship has been much improved and I think Sunday, when we lay in and recover from all that went on the night before, proves it.

That was until, having disappeared to the bathroom, she returned in these really skin tight jeans telling me that she would like here punishment wearing those.

Well I cannot possibility properly describe just how perfect Patricia looks in tight jeans, but wearing them was a real prerogative to give her a good firm spanking over the edge of the bed.

And that brought on something else, - sniffing, I never imagined I could sniff a woman in jeans like that, it was divine.

To be continued... 



Patricia Goes Camping



My husband and I love to go camping. When we were dating we use to go all the time to the Kern River and just camp in a tent out under the stars. I love to fish and when we first went out fishing he was amazed that I could bait my own hook, and not only catch a fish but clean and cook it as well. 

We love to go hiking along the Kern River and boating on the Colorado River and in both instances I love to be with one with nature. I have been known to lay out naked on the trail along a stream or on the boat going down the river. It was not uncommon for people to catch me doing so. It was just part of my being an exhibitionist and enjoying the outdoors and getting a nice tan.

Were married with kids now and it made it hard to go as much and when we did go in the beginning with the kids we found that we had to take turns watching the kids while the other one fished or go off to have grown up fun. 

We enjoyed taking our kids camping in the beginning because they loved to fish and hike with us. But as they got older they didn't want to be around us. They wanted to do their own thing so camping wasn't as fun anymore even when we got a motor home. Even then we brought the video games and t.v. with us to keep them happy.

Now that our kids are in their teens they no longer wanted to go with us so we are able to enjoy our adult fun once again. 

Recently we went up to the Kern River to just relax and get away from all the stress. We found a fairly secluded camp ground where we could be more relaxed (we absolutely do not go to any gov. camp ground where you have to pay and be told what to do and when to be quite). 

We set up camp and found that the only other people were about a 100 yrds from us and thankfully they were adults. 

My husband and I went out fishing going in separate directions on the river. Although I only caught a couple of fish it was just so nice to be there and not at home. What was really cool was that I was catching fish in front of our neighbors who were amazed at a woman standing in the middle of a fast moving river catching fish. 

It was a man and possibly his wife where the man was fishing off the shore and apparently the guy wasn't getting a bite. When I caught my fish in front of him the woman gestured toward me as if "look she is catching fish." I just had to laugh at my little secret of how to catch river trout.

(And for any of you that doubt that I actually do know how to fish I will be happy to show you pictures of me fishing and the fish I caught. Heck I would be happy to give you some tips).

As I moved down the river I decided to take a break and lay out in what I thought was a secluded spot. I was about a mile down river and it was a fairly rugged area and I figured that no campers were around so I choose to lay out naked.

As I laid there all I could hear was the rushing sound of the river. I was unaware of the fact that 2 fishermen had come up on my spot. Now the spot I was at was a deep pool of water that was moving very slowly. And if anyone reading this knows anything about fishing on a river then you would know that the fishing is horrible in spots like these and all you might catch is a sucker fish. 

Well when I opened my eyes I was surprised to see theses 2 men standing about 20 yrds away acting like they were fishing. They had to know that there was nothing there. I figured that they were just trying to catch a peek at me in my all. 

I tried to act cool and I act as if they weren't even there. Then one of them got bold and moved closer to me. When he was about 6 feet away, I had to ask him how the fishing was. He smiled and said that it was going slow, but things were definitely picking up. It was an interesting line I had to admit. As he spoke to me I shifted my legs around to where he could see my pussy better. I did so as if I wasn't aware that he was staring right at it. 

Then to my surprise he knelled down next to me and told me his name was Rick and his buddies name was Steve. He asked me my name and where I was camped at. After I told him he said that he was camped close by as well. 

He told me that I was pretty brave to be out like that all alone. I wasn't sure if he was making a move, but when I told him that my husband wasn't far away he got a little nervous and he stood up and looked around for him.

I told him where all the fish were and he thanked me as he and his opened mouth friend decided to continue on down the river before my husband caught them flirting with me. 

I later found out from my husband that he had been looking for me and that he was close by in the tree line when he saw the guys coming up. He said that when they first saw me they almost fell off the rock they were on. They both stayed there checking me out for awhile before even getting closer. 

He said that he just stayed back and watched them to see what they would do. Or for that matter what I would do. He told me that he thought that I was teasing them a little bit when I was picking up one leg and moving it over. I just smiled at him and said "was I? I didn't mean to" with a big grin on my face. 

It was getting late so we headed back to camp. When we got there we were sort of disappointed when we saw that someone else had decided to camp close to us. We knew that it was a weekend and that more campers were going to be coming to the river, but we hoped that we could be away from the pack. We just hoped that our new neighbors had no children with them.

As my husband and I decided to make the best of it I decided to go fishing one more time before dinner while my husband made a fire ring. 

As I was moving down the river fishing I noticed that the 2 guys (Rick and Steve) I had seen earlier were sitting on the shore. They had their pole in the water as they sat on the shore. I had to laugh to myself because I knew that they were not going to catch a thing like that. 

As they noticed me I waved to them. They waved back asking me how my luck was. Well no sooner did they say that I caught a nice size trout. I told them it was going pretty good and that I had a secret to catching them. After I told them what it was they told me they would have to try that as well. 

When they did one of them caught a fish. They both started laughing telling me that they felt stupid being told how to fish by a girl. Rick told me that they wanted to show their appreciation by giving me a beer. 

Well I can never pass up a beer and besides they were pretty cute. So I moved over to them and I followed them to their camp. Much to my surprise they happened to be our new neighbors. Not only that, but they had 2 other guys just as cute in the camp. 

Rick introduced me to their friends, Terry and Josh telling them that I was a great fisher woman and that I told them how to catch fish. Before anyone could stop him Josh who was the youngest of the 4 said "hey this isn't the girl you told us about who was laying out naked is she." The other 3 guys looked like they were going to beat Josh up. I told him yep that would be me. 

Terry and Josh just stood there with their mouths open while Rick and Steve told them to be cool and not act like idiots. I told them that I just love to be out in the sun and I thought that it was a secluded spot. I told them that I normally don't lay out so anyone could see me. 

Rick told me that he was disappointed now and he told me that the only reason they camped there was because of me. I started to laugh when he said that if it made me feel any better they would lay out naked too if it made me feel more comfortable. Terry told me that he promised to keep the other guys in line if I promised to work on my tan. 

I told them not to worry that I thought they were funny and cute and that I would lay out as long as it didn't bother them. I had no argument from them. 

I finished my beer and I told them that after dinner they should come by our camp and meet my husband. Naturally they all got nervous saying that they didn't want to make him upset or think that they were flirting with me. 

I told them that they had nothing to worry about and that he was cool about me talking to other guys. I thanked them for the beer and I walked over to my camp.

At my camp I told my husband who our new neighbors were and he laughed telling me that he thought that this was going to be a fun weekend.

As we ate dinner my husband asked me if I thought that the guys were cute. I told him that I thought so and that 2 of them had long hair and he knew how I was a push over for guys with long hair. 

After dinner we sat around the camp fire drinking a Corona and relaxing knowing that we didn't have to entertain the kids this time out. Just then we heard voices coming toward the camp. It was Rick, Steve Terry and Josh and by the way they were acting they had an early start on partying.

I introduced the guys to my husband and within a few minutes they all were relaxed knowing that he was a cool guy and not a threat to them. 

We talked about the river and fishing stories as we continued to get drunk around the fire. Then the conversation came around to my being found earlier laying out in the nude. Rick asked me if that was cool with my husband that I did that knowing that there were a lot of guys around.

He told Rick that he thought it was fine and that if it gave guys a smile seeing me laying out like that then he didn't see the harm in it. The guys all made comments like he was officially one of the gang now. 

Rick asked us about our motor home saying that he wanted to get one someday. He said that camping in a motor home must be the ultimate way to go. He wanted to know what it looked like.

My husband told me that I should give him a tour. I looked at my husband and I knew what he was up to. I gave him a look back telling him I knew what he was doing. I asked him if he was alright with that. He told me sure "show him all the great things about it." I didn't need to hear anything more. 

I told Rick to follow me and he went into the motor home with me as I held him by the hand. When I did this all of his buddies acted like school kids by making little noises. 

Now understand that it was dark and the camp fire was just outside the motor home so the interior was illuminated by the fires glow. So I didn't need to turn the light on at least that's what I wanted to let the other guys think.

As Rick and I were inside I showed him around telling him how the kitchen table broke down into a bed and that we preferred certain things over another. I told Rick that we liked the floor plan of the master bedroom in the back over the others because it allowed for my privacy. 

With that Rick said "Like for this." Rick grabbed me from behind and he turned me around and immediately began kissing me. I acted surprised and I told him that he better be careful or his friends and my husband might see us. He told me that they couldn't see and besides he and his friends had already talked about what they wanted to do to me. 

I told him "oh really and just what would that be." Rick told me that they talked about finding me on the river. They said that they would have all taken turns fucking me right there on the side of the river while the other one feed me their cock. 


As Rick told me this fantasy he slid his hand down my bathing suit bottom and he began to slowly insert his finger in me. He was delighted to find that my pussy was wet as he finger bang me. When he got to the part of where the other guy would feed me his cock I gushed all over his hand. 

Rick took this as a clear signal that I wanted to be with him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him as we held each other tightly. 

Then I pulled away from him and I sank to my knees to where I was staring at the obvious bulge in his shorts. I looked up at him as I pulled his shorts down revealing a beautiful cock. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and as it harden in my hand I began to bathe his cock head with my tongue. 

Rick grabbed the back of my head and he pulled my head forward telling me without words to swallow his cock. I followed his instructions and I began to suck his cock giving his shaft a stroke as I pulled back from it. 

Rick gave out a low groan as I did this. I could tell that if I kept this up he would loose it shortly, but before I could stop Rick pulled his cock out of my mouth and he pulled me up to my feet. He must have known this as well.

As I stood in front of him I smiled at him as I whipped my drool off of my mouth. Rick pushed me back on the bed and he pulled off my bottoms exposing my clean shaven pussy to him. He told me how much he liked that fact that I still had a little patch of pussy hair. He told me that he did everything he could earlier today when he first saw my pussy not to get a hard on in front of me. 

I told him that I wished he would have because I was trying to let him know that I wanted him then. He told me that he thought about it until he heard about my husband. 

Rick moved toward me and as he fell onto me I helped him guide his rock hard tool into me. As his cock passed my pussy lips I gave out a whimper letting him know how wonderful it felt. He waisted no time in beginning to pound my pussy with his cock. I wasn't sure if it was because he was afraid his buddies would wonder where he was or the fact that he might not have another chance at doing this with me. No matter what it was I loved it. 

As Rick fucked me I couldn't help but begin to moan louder. At the same time I could feel and hear the motor home rocking. It turned me on knowing that everyone outside knew what we were doing. 

Within a couple of minutes I heard the door open and Rick's friends coming in to see what was going on. 

I was later told by my husband that while he was sitting around the fire he tried to keep the other guys occupied with small talk, but their attention was more on why no light had been turned on in the motor home and why we had been in there for so long. 

My husband told me that when they could hear me moaning they knew something was up. The other guys started to look at each other smiling and wanting to know what was going on in there. They looked at me as if waiting for me to get up and charge into the motor home upset. 

He told me that when the motor home began to rock they all started getting excited and they all looked on waiting for someone inside to scream. 

He said that he told the other guys "I guess my wife is giving your buddy the grand tour." They all started laughing and getting more turned on. 

He told them that they might want to go in and see if Rick needed some help. They weren't real sure if they should, but he said that when he told them that I wanted them they all got up and headed for the motor home. 

When the guys came in my husband turned on the light so that everyone could see exactly what was going on in there. 

As I looked over Rick's back I could see all the guys smiling with bulges in their shorts. I said " Hi guys, I was just showing Rick how comfortable the bed is in here. Would you like to see." I didn't have to ask twice, they all stripped off their shorts and came toward me like kids running after the ice cream truck. 

Rick must not have cared cause he hardly broke a stride as he continued to fuck me hard. He only said "guys your going to love her mouth and her pussy." 

Steve was the quickest one to move into position while Josh and Terry were waiting on the side lines stroking their cocks. I told them that I could do that for one of them if they moved over to my other side. 

As Steve kneeled next to my left side, Terry came over to my right side close to my face. I first began to suck on Steve's cock as I reached over blindly and began to stroke Terry's hard cock. All the while Rick slammed his cock faster and faster in me. I thought to myself that this must excite him seeing his buddies having sex with me while he was fucking me. I guess their fantasy was cumming true.

Terry told me that if he told anyone what they were doing they would call him a liar. 

I asked him if he would like some proof to show his buddies. He said sure how. With that I asked him if he would like a picture taken of him and his buddies with me. 

Terry looked at his friends and they all said "sure that would be cool." With that my husband got his digital camera out and he began to take pix of the guys having sex with me. He told them that after they were done having fun that he would get their e-mail address to send it to them. 

I knew Rick couldn't hold out much more as I took turns sucking on Terry and Steve's cocks. Then I felt Rick tense up and then I felt a hot squirt of cum inside me. Rick quickly pulled his cock out of my wet pussy and he held his cock as he sprayed his cum all over my stomach and tits. I took his cock in my hand as he threw his head up and he continued to blow his load all over me and the bed. 

I jerked his cock off getting every drop I could. All of this just fucking sent me over the top. As I was lost in the moment, Steve must have found this just as exciting because he was jerking his cock off next to my head. 

As Rick got up, Josh moved in and took his place. This excited me as well seeing another guy not caring that he was going to take sloppy seconds. He was just like my husband. 

Josh slid his fat cock into me as Steve cried out for me to suck his cock. Just as I was about to take it in my mouth, Steve blasted a load of his own cum all over my face and in my mouth. His body jerked as he continued to spew out his seed into my mouth. I caught most of it, but a large amount of the first burst covered my face hitting me in the nose and left eye. 

Although my eye burned I continued to swallow his load as Steve gave me more of his tangy goo. As he shook with every last drip and my licking his shaft and head, I could feel Josh began to slide his cock in and out of my pussy. 

I could tell that he hadn't much experience because his cock kept popping out and when he tried to put it back in his cock tried to go into my ass hole. I had to reach down and re position his cock to find the right hole. 

After Steve's cock began to soften in my mouth and I got the last bit of his yummy cum I turned my attention to Terry who was waiting so patiently stroking his cock and taking all the action in. 

I told him that I was sorry for not paying attention to him and he told me that it was no problem. He said that he could never imagine this happening to him ever again and just seeing all of this was too cool. 

I told Terry that I loved the head of his cock because it was fat. I told him that it felt good in my mouth and that I could tell from his pre cum that he was going to taste great. He told me that I was about to find out if I kept talking like that. 


Josh began to find a good rhytum as his cock slid in and out of my cum filled pussy. By the look on his face I could tell that he was enjoying himself. 

I stroked Terry's cock while I sucked it and at times I switched off playing with his balls and sucking on each one. He seemed to really love this. Then he asked me if I would lick his ass hole while I stroked his cock. I told him sure I'd like that if that's what he wanted. He looked at the other guys saying "my kind of girl. A real pleaser." 

I had to stop Josh and I told him to wait a second while I rolled over on my knees and had Terry lay in front of me. As he did I stuck my ass up in the air so that Josh could get the signal to mount me like a dog in heat. 

Josh got the idea fast and he quickly stabbed his cock into my dripping pussy again. I wondered if my husband had gotten a shot of some of Rick's still hot cum dripping out of me. I could feel the cum dripping down on my inner thigh as Josh shoved his cock deep into me.




Patricia Goes Camping



As Josh got back his beat, I turned my attention to Terry who's cock was sticking straight up. I took hold of his cock and I licked the shaft and as I held it, I ran my tongue down to the base of it and then toward his ass hole. 

I rimmed Terry's ass with my tongue lathering it up and knowing how nasty I was being at this moment. I knew that most guys and girls consider this to be one of the nastiest sex acts a girl could do. I maybe have only done it 2 times on my husband and here I was giving a rim job to a total stranger. 

I heard that most guys who like this also like to have a finger in their ass while having their cocks sucked. So I did just that and to my satisfaction Terry went through the roof. His body tensed up and he gave out a deep moan telling me that it felt great. 

I sucked his cock and with my free hand I reached behind me and I fondled Josh's cock as he fucked me. Josh and the other guys must have liked all of this cause I heard a lot of "oh yahs and oh my ..." 

Josh must have really liked this cause without warning he let loose a flood of hot cum inside my pussy. I just heard him grunt as he let loose his seed in me. In response I said "oh yah baby that's a good boy. Give me all that nasty cum of yours." I heard my husband ask me if he came. I looked back at him and just shook my head up and down with a wicked and satisfied look on my face.

As Josh laid on my back shaking like a little dog in the rain, as more cum squirted out I heard Terry say that he was going to cum. He asked me where I wanted it. I told Terry that I wanted to taste his cum. I jerked Terry's cock as I held my mouth open over it. 

Just then his hips bucked up into the air and he let out a burst of cum that shot over my head. I could feel it hitting my back. Then he shot again squirting up my nose before I could get control of his snake and put it in my mouth so I could taste it's venom. 

I could feel his hot cum running down my back and I knew that my husband was having a field day taking pictures of all of this action. I just hoped that he was fast enough to get that fantastic spray shot. 

As Terry pumped more cum into my mouth I could feel Josh's cock sliding out of me. As his cock plopped out I could feel the cum pouring out with it. I heard more "oh yah that's hot" comments coming from the audiance. 

As Terry's cock gave out it's last drop of nectar I licked my lips removing what ever cum was left there. I then rolled over and laid on my back to see how my guys were doing. I saw a lot of smiles and worn out cocks. A true sign for a woman that she has done well. Well all except the soft cocks part.

As I laid there I could hear my husband asking them if it was ok to post the photos of them on my site. They said sure as long as their faces were covered up. They then exchanged e-mail address and they were telling my husband how cool he was for having such an open mind about all of this and his allowing them to be with his wife like that.

The guys all thanked me for a memorable experience telling me that if I had nothing going on tomorrow they would love to show me their tent. 

As my husband saw them out I reached down and felt the warm cum seeping out of my pussy. My husband returned with a huge smile on his face. I knew that he was a very happy camper and as he took his clothes off and laid next to me I knew that I was about to receive one more load of cum from my husband.

He laid next to me rubbing the other guys cum on my inner thigh and he looked at the drying cum on my stomach. I loved knowing that my having all of this cum on and in me excited him. I told him how it felt and that I felt so nasty taking all of their hot cum like that in front of him. 

He began to get even more excited. He dipped his finger into my soaked pussy and he moaned when he felt the warmth of their cum in me. I told him that he was the only one that was supposed to cum in me. I knew this made him even more hotter and with that he got on top of me and fucked me hard till I came over and over again. 

He told me that he wanted to add to the love cocktail and I told him that after he came in me I wanted to taste it. That's all it took, my husband shot his load deep inside me mixing his cream with the others. 

I had him pull out so I could taste his cock covered in all of those mixed juices. I breathed in deeply taking in all that sex. Then I swallowed his cock licking all the way around as I took it in. 

I cleaned his cock off and as I with drew it from my lips I asked him if he loved me even though I was with those other guys and they made me cum. He told me that he loved me even more because he always ended up with me last at the night and that he loved seeing me doing what I love doing the most. Being a sex animal.

We fell asleep in each others arms and when we woke in the morning we had breakfast. Our new friends came over to once again thank us for a fantastic night.

We all went down to the river and hung out and played, but I never did go and check out their tent. I always believe in leaving guys with something amazing to remember and I am always afraid that I can never top the first time. 

We said our good byes and they reminded my husband that they wanted to see the pix. I gave them all a really wet kiss good bye and we headed back home to the rat race. 

I have chatted with the guys since then and they told me that they have shown their friends the pix at work and they were speechless. They told me that now all their work buddies want to know when were going camping again so they can see what camping in a motor home is really like. 

Sexually Yours, 

Patricia

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Patricia - My First White Wife



Note: I hope to share many stories in the months ahead with the Literotica readers. Like the following, they will be true to life accounts of my encounters and/or relationships with various married, white women. I am a black man in my early thirties. Patricia was the first white wife that I ever had the pleasure of being with. I will never forget one moment of our day together. I hope you enjoy, because we certainly did.

The first time I saw Patricia (Trish) Neighbors she was perspiring, and out of breath. She had been exercising just before I showed up at her door that day to install her direct TV satellite dish. But she was the real dish, standing there dabbing her forehead and neck with her towel. Strands of her long blonde hair had pulled loose from her ponytail during the workout, and now they clung beautifully to the moist skin of her neck. Her warm green eyes and genuine smile were so disarming that I immediately felt at ease in her presence. 

"Well, good morning young man! Right on time. Thank you, I appreciate that. I have sort of a busy afternoon and didn't need to be hanging around here for too long." I really liked hearing her call me young man. Having just turned twenty-one I was still adjusting to being referred to as a man. But I liked the sound of it, especially from a beautiful older woman. She was in her mid to late thirties, I guessed.

Smiling at me, she paused just momentarily, and then continued. "Where do you want to start? Is there anything you need from me?"

"Uh, well yes Ma'am. I need to see the televisions you want connected. Three of them, I believe?"

"Uh-huh, yep that's right. The first one is right through here in the great room," she said, leading me through a doorway and into a big, warm living area. 

"This big screen right over here," she continued, as she crossed the room towards the 50-inch Sony on the far wall. As she moved towards the set, I couldn't help but notice her beautiful female shape. This was one beautiful white woman. Her bluish-gray Nike top showed the lovely curve of her back, narrowing down to a very impressive waistline. Although it revealed only the slightest bit of cleavage, it's close fit and thin fabric left no doubt as to the sizable breasts it concealed. Her thin white sweat pants were stretched tightly across one of the shapeliest asses that I'd seen in my twenty-one years. Although her hips appeared to be just a bit wide for the rest of her frame (probably from giving birth, I concluded), she was a picture of incredible sexuality. Even the small, faint, outline of perspiration on her backside, extending up and down from her waistline, was very arousing. And when I realized that I could easily trace the line of her panties, I felt the familiar pang that hits a man somewhere between his stomach and his cock.

"OK, that's no problem," I told her, returning to business. "I can come right through this wall with my cable if that works for you. Next?"

"Sure, right this way." 

She led me down a hall, all the while I'm watching her beautiful ass move seductively from side to side. She turned into the master bedroom at the end of the hall, and pointed across the room to where an even larger unit sat on wall shelves. Underneath was a communication desk complete with PC, stereo, and a huge selection of CDs and dvds.

"What about this one?" she asked, turning to me. I crossed the room to inspect a little closer. When I turned back to her she was moving in my direction, and a little too quickly I thought. She seemed to be a little anxious about something all of a sudden.

"Well Mrs. Neighbors, I can come right through the back of this wall behind the TV if you want, that way there won't be any cable showing. How does that sound?"

By now she had closed the distance between us. Her eyes were darting back and forth from me to the desk below the TV. 

"Yeah, I like the sound of that," she said as she looked toward the desk and tossed her towel in that direction. My eyes naturally followed the towel. I thought for sure that I caught a glimpse of a dvd cover with a blonde woman on her knees sucking the cock of a naked black man, just before the towel hit the desk and obscured the dvd.

Looking totally shocked I'm sure, I turned back to her as she quickly looked away. But I saw just the slightest trace of a smile, as she headed back toward the bedroom door. 

"If you'll follow me I'll show you the last one. It's out in the garage where my husband spends a good bit of his time," she said with a smile that was giving way to what had just taken place, and the fact that I was standing there frozen in my tracts over what I'd just seen. Looking back now, the look on my face was surely priceless. 

I suddenly realized there was another reason for her smile as I watched her eyes move down the front of my body. It was evident that the dvd and Mrs. Patricia Neighbors were both having a noticeable affect on my twenty-one year old dick. It was also becoming increasingly evident that Mrs. Patricia Neighbors was enjoying it.

As she led me to the garage, I was treated to an un-obscured view of her bouncing butt once again. Along the way, she smiled knowingly back at me a couple of times. By the time we reached the garage, I had a full-blown hard-on, which in my case is not all that easy to conceal. I have been blessed with length and girth in that department. Not bragging, it's just the way it is. I'm near ten inches when hard, and as big around as a Red Bull can.

She must have been able to tell something of my size, as she watched me moving about nervously trying to conceal my erection with movements and my clipboard. She continued to smile at me, but there was a hint of interest and curiosity that slowly betrayed her smile.

Finally she said, "Well, if you have everything you need young man," pausing briefly while smiling, she continued, "I'm going to jump in the shower while you get started. Just work on this one here and the one in the great room while I get cleaned up. OK?"

"Sure thing Mrs. Neighbors, I'll get right to work," I told her, a bit relieved.

"Oh now that seems awfully formal at this point, don't ya think?" she said with a warm smile while moving toward me. "Let's make it Trish, OK? Surely we can manage that." That last little bit she muttered just above a whisper, up close to my ear, as she gave my right arm a playful squeeze. Then she was gone, and I just stood there with my raging hard-on. 

After a few minutes I was able to regain my composure, and I got to work. Once I had hung the dish, I moved back to the garage and completed my wiring in there. When I returned to the living area I could her Trish moving about in her bedroom. Soft jazz was playing throughout the house.

I struggled a little with the TV in the great room but managed through it. I was about to finish up when I heard her coming down the hall, humming softly to the music. She looked my way and slowed just a bit as she passed the doorway. I could tell that she had not yet gotten dressed, and instead was still wearing some type of bedroom attire. Then I could hear her moving around in the kitchen, and talking on the phone. 

When I finished with the great room, I gathered my stuff and went to the kitchen door. I was standing there watching her talk on the phone for several seconds before she noticed me. She was obviously talking and laughing with a friend. I had long enough to look at her closely. My God, she was so beautiful. She was wearing some sort of flowing, off white, silken things. Her hair was only partially dry, but was still full and gorgeous, spilling past shoulder length. She moved toward the bay window and I could once again she her sexy shape as the sunlight shown behind her.

I cleared my throat to catch her attention. She looked up surprised, but then immediately smiled at me.

"Hold on Claire, give me just a minute," she told her friend. "Yes sir. What can I do for you?"

"Yes Ma'am, just wanting to make sure it was OK to start on the set in your bedroom."

She stood there smiling at me, and took a quick glance in the direction of my cock. Looking back up she said very directly, "Absolutely."

As I headed down the hall I heard her say to her friend, "So anyway, I'll take a rain check on this afternoon. I think I'll just hang out here instead."

I went straight to work on the TV and it wasn't long before I heard her enter the room. She went straight in the bathroom and I could hear her moving about in there, still humming to the music. When she re-entered the bedroom I was up on a stepladder completing the wiring. She was still in her gown and bed things. She made her way over to the desk and started looking around for something.

"About to finish up?" she asked suddenly, smiling up at me. 

"Well as a matter of fact, yes Ma'am. Just a few loose ends, that's all."

She started moving things around on the desk below, obviously looking for something.

"Damn, I just can't seem to find that note. I know it's here somewhere," she said with mock disgust. 

She was still moving things around as I started back down the ladder. Just then I saw her move the towel to the side a bit, exposing over half of the dvd that I'd seen earlier. I also noticed her looking my way out of the corner of her eye. Then she deliberately moved the towel completely out of the way. As I reached the floor I looked closely at the dvd and felt my cock begin to grow again.

"Can I help?" I offered trying to maintain my composure. 

"Well, maybe if you could look behind the printer and monitor. It's just a small hand-written note. I'll look down here while you check up there," she instructed as she dropped to her knees and started looking under the desk. I was acting like I was looking for the note, but I couldn't take my eyes off of that dvd, or her. From this vantagepoint I had an excellent view of her smooth white breasts. Her neckline was low and as she bent and moved around I caught a glimpse of her rose-colored nipples. They were protruding, clearly aroused. I was getting really hard.

I looked back at the dvd and marveled at the sight of a beautiful white woman sucking on a black man's cock. His cock was big, and wet with her saliva. It was the first time I'd actually seen this. I had heard friends talking about white women, but had never been with one. I'd never even seen pictures. That picture on the dvd, the contrast of black and white skin was unbelievably erotic. I was rock hard now. As hard as I had ever been. My cock had created a tremendous tent in my jeans, and I didn't know what to do about it. Obviously, this woman named Trish was interested in me, but I was so young. This gorgeous white wife, I thought to myself, amazed. This lady, somebody's mother is lusting after me, just as I am her. It was all so different and strange. And terribly exciting! You could have hung a bucket on my cock right then.

Just then Trish raised up. Still on her knees, she was eyeball to eyeball with my cock, about a foot away. She looked at the tent in my pants. Then she looked at the dvd, then at me. I stood there frozen, my cock straining to break free of my jeans. Her left hand reached for her right nipple. She looked me straight in the eye as she reached for my cock with her right hand. She traced it's outlined, then began to rub it more forcefully from end to end. Her eyes were transfixed on my cock. She released her nipple and worked my belt buckle loose and began to unzip my jeans. As she pulled down on the sides of my jeans, she took my boxers with them. When the full size of my cock came into view she moaned softly and looked back up into my eyes. She had moved closer now, though still on her knees. Even though my dick was rock hard, it's weight caused it to still hang downward in front of her. I noticed that it was the full length of her face, as she stroked it lightly.

She looked up at me and asked, "What's your name son?"

"John," was all I could manage.

"I'm going to suck your cock now John. Is that OK?"

I nodded.

"I'm going to make you cum, John. I want you to cum in my mouth. Think you can do that for me, dear boy?" I nodded again.

She continued to stroke the base of my cock as she opened her mouth wide and took it's head inside. She ran her tongue on it's underside and then along the pee slit. She opened wider and took about another inch inside of her mouth. My cock is coal black and when she would pull back I could see that her saliva made it shine. That was so incredibly erotic. I couldn't help myself and began to move my hips back and forth. She managed to take another inch, but that was all she could do. She had both of her hands, side by side, stroking the remainder of my cock. Then she pulled her mouth off of it long enough to let some of her saliva drool nastily farther up the shaft in order to lubricate it more. 

She looked up at me and whispered lustfully, "Your cock is big, baby. It's so big."

Then she moved her mouth back over the head, and sat up more straight. This had the effect of leveling and lengthening her throat some. She closed her eyes and pushed forward hard. I could feel the head of my cock now starting to move down her throat just a bit. She managed to get about half of my length inside her mouth before she pulled back gagging and coughing, leaving a trail of saliva from my cock to her mouth. As it snapped and fell on her tits and the floor, she returned to sucking my cock. She looked up at me through watering eyes and once again used both hands to jack me off. It was so erotic watching her suck my cock in such a completely uninhibited way. Soon I could feel the inevitable eruption building in my balls. She must have sensed it somehow because she reached and started massaging my nut sack, while continuing to stroke and suck. As my semen started to push its way up from my balls she pulled her mouth off of my cock, but not quite all the way. 

"Gibit ta me baby," she garbled, looking up at me with pleading eyes. She was clutching and pulling on both of my ass cheeks now, and her saliva was all over my cock, and her face. She closed her eyes and started sucking with more force as I felt her mouth tighten around my dick. I was moaning uncontrollably as my cum worked its way up the shaft, and her eyes flew open wide when it started to empty into her mouth. She swallowed as best she could, but her eyes flashed a sign of surrender as the gooey white jism started spilling out over her lips, and running down both sides of her chin. Although she kept sucking and swallowing, a girlish grin crept over her lips as it became evident there was just too much sperm to swallow. Finally, she pulled my glistening black cock from her mouth and held it tight to her cheek, letting the last couple of blasts land across her nose and forehead.

My knees were weak, and I began to fall back slowly onto the soft carpet. I was still in shock a little bit from the entire scene, but nothing surprised me more than when she removed her gown and panties and climbed on top of me without delay. With my sperm still coating her face, she reached down between her legs and grabbed my still hard cock. She started rubbing its head along her slit. Her soft pussy was so wet that it had spilled out and coated the inside of her legs and most of her ass. She slipped the head inside and closed her eyes while drawing in a deep breath. She exhaled a long slow moan as she slid half of my length inside. She started moving up and down seductively on my cock. 

"Hold still John while I get your wonderful cock inside of me. Just lay there sweet baby and I'll fuck you slow and long." She was moving slowly and deliberately, up and down over the top half of my cock.

"Feel that?" she whispered, as the warmth of her orgasm ran down the lower half of my cock and onto my balls. 

"How about that?" she asked again. This time I could feel new depths of her pussy as she groaned and forced another inch inside.

She watched my face intently as she continued to move her wonderful pussy up and down my cock. I kept thinking how lucky I was that this was happening. I had never been so excited, and I could already feel another orgasm start to build in me. 

"What are you thinking, John?" she prodded, as her eyes scanned over my face as if she were trying to read my mind.

"You're so beautiful. Thank you so much," was all I could think to say.

But it must have been what she wanted to hear, because she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing the side of her face against mine. I could feel her hot breath at my ear.

"You sweet man," she whispered with a noticeable hunger in her voice. "I'm going to fuck you so good you won't know what to do."

The next thing I knew I was moaning from somewhere deep inside, as I felt Trish tighten her pussy and shove down hard on my cock, forcing another 2 inches inside. She rose up off of me with her hands now on my chest. She started riding my cock faster and faster, her thrashing hips coaxing more and more of it inside. It wasn't long before she was slamming the entire length of the shaft repeatedly up inside of her womb. When she gripped my shoulders hard and started to shake with orgasm, I drove my cock up into her as hard as I could, releasing my own seed to mix with her juices.

I thought surely that was the end of it. I couldn't have been more wrong, because suddenly she wrapped her arms around my neck again.

"Follow me baby," she moaned in my ear, as I felt her start to roll to one side, pulling me over on top of her. "Follow me baby. Follow me, and fuck me," she coached.

I started rolling my hips into her, slowly building a rhythm. Her legs were spread wide, and as my pace quickened she brought her legs up higher and higher towards her head. The higher they went, the deeper I penetrated. Soon both of her legs were pressed between us, her feet on either side of my head. The force of my thrusts had forced her ass up off the floor and I slammed into her again and again with all my strength. She was wailing and groaning uncontrollably. She was actually grunting whenever my cock bottomed out. When I emptied my third nut inside of her, she literally clawed at my back.

Totally spent, I rolled off of her and onto my back. Trish lowered her mouth to my cock and began licking and sucking me clean. I could not believe the giving nature of this woman. She was incredible. We fell asleep right there on the floor in each other's arms. We awoke about an hour later, and made love two more times that afternoon before I left. Once in the shower, and then again, I took her from behind as she stood bent over at the waist, while holding tight to her bedpost.

This was the only day that I was lucky enough to spend with Trish. But she taught me so many things that day. The most important being the almost unlimited capacity a white wife has for giving when she is totally enthralled in her passion. It's just not the same with single women, white or black. There is something unique about a married white woman. I have seen it over and over again in these years since that first time with the beautiful Patricia Neighbors. 



Patricia's Encounter In The Park



Sethp 2008 all right reserved.

She could barely contain her excitement as she hurried around her apartment. He was older and most probably pulling a fast one on her but...what if he wasn't? He had said all the right things and new just what buttons to push as they chatted on line. Maybe she had been too forward? It's not like she wasn't being truthful and this wasn't right up her alley.

The time that she had met those two boys at Maria's party jumped to mind. She sure wasn't shy or embarrassed that night. She wasn't worried about getting in trouble or being taken advantage on that occasion.

Of course she was old enough. She had just turned 18. She was very sexually experienced for her age. In fact the things she had done would have caused Jenna Jamison to blush. And secret fantasies and fetishes? She had dozens, including a crush on shemale porn star Gia Darling. even so, all of her sexual experiences had been with boys her own age or younger than her.

Patricia straightened out her denim skirt and t-shirt. She knew that she was over weight and not the prettiest girl around but that didn't curb her enthusiasm one bit. She was very proud of her perky orange sized boobs and luscious ass. It was big, that was for sure but she had never had a problem finding a boy that would do her doggie style. 

As Patricia finished getting ready at the mirror, she couldn't help but admire her full, plump lips. They were made for sucking cock and that was by far her favorite pastime. She was worried when she sent Seth her picture over the Internet that he wouldn't she wasn't hot enough for his Internet venture. He told her that he had worked for some of the more famous porn companies in southern California and he had sent her links of some of the amateur porn that his friends had shot and posted on line.

She thought back to how it had all started. She was watching porn clips on her favorite site and had ventured into the chat room there. Almost like magic, a few moments later this funny guy had entered and was looking to make porn in her hometown! He was quite a bit older than her and he was a white guy to make matters worse, but there was something about him that she found very intriguing.

Soon they had switched to a private chat room and he wanted her to audition for his porn company. He said he would take digital pictures of one of her world famous blowjobs and take it to his business partners.

After what had seemed like months the day of their actual meeting and audition had finally arrived. They had agreed to meet near her house at a public place and then if she felt comfortable she would blow him in his car! She couldn't believe that she had agreed to it. No matter how much she tried to talk herself out of it she just couldn't keep away.

The day had arrived and she was finally ready. One glance back into the full-length mirror and she was ready to go. She walked two blocks to the fast food restaurant that they had agreed to meet at. She had no idea what he looked like and hoped that he was at least a little bit cute and that he wasn't repulsed by how much she weighed.

She was finally there. Patricia walked inside the restaurant and scanned the dinning area. There was a really old man in the corner. No that couldn't be him. There were a couple of teenaged boys laughing at something in the booth to the right. It wasn't them she was sure. After a few more minutes of searching she decided to get a drink and sit at one of the tables with a good view of the door.

After the longest 15 minutes of her life he entered. She knew it in an instance. He walked in with a lot of confidence and a smile that could have melted a glacier. He was cute she thought with much relief. He had a touch of gray in his hair, but instead of aging him it gave him this added presence that she found irresistible.

He scanned the room much the way she had and eventually they locked eyes and she smiled at him.  She could tell right away that he was very pleased with her. Maybe it was because she was so much younger than him or maybe, just maybe it was because he thought she really was sexy and cute.

"Hi" he said warmly. "You're even more beautiful in person. I'm very pleased."

Her dark skin hid her blushing, or so she hoped. 

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes." Patricia replied. "Ready and a little bit nervous." 

The plan had been to get in Seth's car and drive to a park somewhere and she would show him her stuff. They both decided, instead, to walk across the street and find a secluded spot in the trees there.

Patricia noted that Seth had his camera bag and smiled and the hope of a good audition.

After walking around awkwardly for the better part of half an hour, Seth decided that the only place to really get a secluded shoot would be under the bridge on the bike and jogging trail.

They had a bit of a rough time getting down the embankment but finally they managed and Seth pulled out his digital camera. He walked further down the slope under the bridge so that he could get a full-length shot of her. Patricia nervously posed for him and then Seth asked her what her bra size was.

"I'm only a C. You would think with how big the rest of me is that god would have given me much larger tits!" She answered.

"Can I see them?" He asked. "I think I'll be very happy with what you have."

Patricia pulled up her shirt and bra exposing her boobs to Seth, who quickly snapped a couple of pictures of them.

"Patricia?" Her older admirer asked. "May I feel them?"

Suddenly the excitement and sexuality of the encounter was starting to be replaced by embarrassment and unease. She nodded her head in agreement anyway and Seth soon had his hands on her firm breasts.

"Wow!" He said. "Very nice!"

Patricia noticed that Seth was starting to get a sizable bulge in his pants. 

"I'm ready." Patricia announced and traded places with Seth as she pulled her shirt back down over her shapely chest. As Patricia started to assert a small level of control her unease started to dissipate and she felt even better as the thought of a nice hard cock in her mouth came to mind.

Seth Sat down, higher on the embankment than her so that as she kneeled she was in a really good position to administer to his cock. As Seth fumbled with his camera and slowly started to unzip his pants, Patricia couldn't stand it anymore and took full control. She reached into his pants with both hands and fished out a rather surprisingly large penis.

Patricia quickly engulfed his cock in her mouth sliding her full lips all the way down his shaft. She loved the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth and the taste of precum.  

Seth moaned in delight and Patricia was feeling very pleased that he thought she had a talent for cock sucking. She looked up at him as she sucked his cock and he smiled down at her and kept snapping pictures.

She had her hand wrapped hard around his shaft and pumped him as she sucked him into her mouth. Her other hand gently caressed his balls. She could feel him start to tense and knew that he would last much longer. 

They had agreed before hand to let him cum in her mouth and take pictures as his sperm oozed out of her mouth and down his shaft. She usually swallowed and was a little bit disappointed that she wouldn't get her fill of sperm today but the pictures would be well worth it.

"I'm going to cum." He warned.

He erupted into her mouth. She was surprised at the amount and gagged a little as his first shot hit the back of her throat. She looked up at him with his cock still deep in her mouth and the cum started dripping out of Patricia's mouth. Seth snapped a few more pictures and Patricia slid her lips off of his cock and wiped the few remaining strands of semen off of her mouth.

Patricia watched as Seth stuffed his semi hard, wet cock into his boxer briefs and fastened his pants.



The odd couple walked out of the park as awkwardly as they had walked in and went their separate ways. Patricia always regretted that they never saw each other after that. Sure he sent her the pictures. She also found out that he really wasn't in the porn business, but that didn't matter. It was a blowjob that she would never forget. And she was quite sure that he wouldn't either.

The End

Copyright 2008 Sethp