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Terry

By: Mr James



For my twentieth birthday, Mom and Dad bought me a fairly new sports car. Dad managed to afford it by anticipating a promotion at work. I didn't realise, when I saw it on the driveway, that even presents sometimes have a price. 

I had not realised that my 'naughty secret' was, in no way a secret from my parents. I had never been very well-built and for most of my life I could have been mistaken for an underdeveloped girl. Even my cock was tiny, compared with some of those I'd seen in Gym classes and definitely when compared with my dad. I suppose it wasn't that big a leap for me to try on some of my mom's lingerie and for me to grow to like the feel of her stockings and pantyhose.

A few days after my birthday, Mom and Dad told me that Dad's boss, Craig was coming to dinner. He had almost decided to give my dad the promotion, but there was still an opportunity for him to blow it. Mom told me that we all had to pull together to make sure that Dad got what he deserved. Then she told me that she had an extra birthday present for me and told me to follow her upstairs. 

Leading me into her bedroom, she showed me my extra birthday present. On her bed, she had laid out a very pretty frock and a silk camisole with a pair of matching panties. Next to those were a garter belt and a pair of silk stockings. Beautiful high-heeled pumps completed the outfit. I just looked at Mom and tried to speak.

"You Dad and I have known you like playing dressing up games with my clothes for a while now." Mom said, calmly, "We want you to be dressed like this tonight, when Craig comes to dinner."

I said nothing and stroked the soft silk, feeling it run like ice over my fingers. Mom just watched as I admired the gifts and then she leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"First we need to get your hair styled, it's long enough to be cut in a bob, so that should work very nicely. Oh and Terrence is not quite the right sound. Teresa I think for tonight." Mom told me, her voice soft but commanding.

Mom drove me to the beauty salon and, after consultation with the stylist, I found myself with a manicure and a page-boy bob. It felt quite strange, looking in the mirror and seeing a feminine face looking back.

Back home Mom told me to bath and then to lie on my bed as there were some things that she would have to help me with. I did exactly as I was told, because I trusted her, after all, she was my Mom.

Mom brought a bowl of warm water and stuff to shave my legs with. She was very careful and the result felt incredibly sexy. Then she told me to lie back and she began forking the foam over my cock and balls, even further back until she had thoroughly lathered my balls and ass. then she used Dad's razor to remove every bit of hair over my loins. I have to admit the feel of the foam and the gentle scrapes of the razor were making me rather horny and my tiny cock was stiff and hard. Mom noticed as she was wiping the last of the foam from my skin and looked at me, smiling a little. She bent over my hard cock and kissed the point, slipping it slowly into her mouth. The touch of her lips was blissful but, when she began to lick and suck at my cock I thought I was in heaven. Unfortunately, my youth and her experience meant that I lasted only a few seconds, before I spurted my sticky cum into her mouth. She wallowed and grinned.

"Remember that later." Mom said.

I nodded and slipped into the clothes that she had brought in from her room. Mom watched and smiled as I tucked my tiny cock into the panties. When I was dressed, she led me back into her room and applied a little blusher and a bright scarlet lipstick. Now I looked like a hooker, just starting on the game and Mom, knowing exactly the effect she had wanted to create, smiled and nodded. Dinner was catered, so all we had to do was wait for Dad to get home with Craig. I had barely time to take a deep breath and look at myself in Mom's mirror, before I heard the sound of my dad's key in the front door.

I carefully descended into the living room, following Mom and stood while Dad introduced Craig. Craig shook Mom's hand and kissed her cheek, then turned to look at me.

"And who is this, Keith?" Craig asked with a huge grin on his face.

"This is Teresa. Say hello to Craig, Teresa." Dad said.

I stepped forward and Craig took my hand then kissed me. He had kissed Mom on her cheek, but he kissed me full on my mouth, thrusting his tongue deep. I could taste bitter tobacco from his cigar and his hands squeezed my bottom roughly. Dad seemed not to notice and slapped Craig heartily on his back. 

The meal dragged slowly on, Mom and Dad made sure that Craig had everything he wanted, Dad laughing at his jokes. Some of his wit was so blue that Mom looked uncomfortable and I could tell her smile was a little false. The caterers were expensive and had a reputation for producing the most delicious meals imaginable but, as far as I can recall, the whole thing could have tasted like cardboard.

At last Mom poured coffee and smiled at Craig, as she passed him his cup. 

"Would you excuse us for a moment, Craig? We'll just pop these dishes in the dishwasher and then be right back. Teresa will look after you, I'm sure." Mom said, brightly.

"No matter, you take your time. I'll be right here. " Craig answered her, his eyes fixed on mine.

I felt almost hypnotised by his gaze and hardly noticed when Mom and dad left the room. Craig stood up and walked around the table towards me. I turned in my chair and looked up at him He was close enough for me to smell his cologne and, under the sharpness of it, a deeper, musky scent of his maleness. He looked down and I unconsciously ran the tip of my tongue over my glossy lips, then swallowed, a little nervously.

"Keith never told me he had a pretty thing like you hidden away." Craig said quietly, "Such a pretty dress and those lips." 

I mumbled something, I can't remember what and sat awkwardly, his pants almost brushing against me. I could see a bulge forming in the dark cloth and the musky smell seemed to be stronger than before. He took hold of my arm and helped me to my feet, then without letting go of me, kissed my mouth. His lips mouth mashed my lips brutally and he forced his tongue into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat. I could taste the wine and the bitter tobacco smoke as he thrust his tongue deep. I couldn't help myself and I groaned softly. He pulled away and left me dizzy and gasping for air.

"God you're hot!" Craig gasped, "Wanna see what you're doing to me?"

He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers to the floor. I just stared at his hard cock, as it jutted out beneath his belly. The head was swollen and purple with the skin drawn back. I could not take my eyes away from it as he took hold of the base of his shaft and drew the skin further back from the swollen head. Reaching out he took hold of my hand and placed it on his shaft, curling my fingers around it. I held it in my palm, feeling it twitch as though it were alive. He closed his eyes and guided my hand up and down his shaft. I could feel it swelling in my fingers and he grunted sharply as I squeezed him.

Craig pressed on my shoulders and I sank to my knees in front of him, his cock pointing towards my mouth. I could feel his hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer, until the tip of his cock brushed across my glossy lips. As if I was dreaming, I opened my mouth and he pushed his knob inside, over my tongue. I closed my lips around his shaft and he slowly pushed his cock deep into my mouth. My lipstick smeared over his hard rod, making it red and shiny as he thrust deeper. I could feel the blunt head as he forced into the back of my throat, making me start to gag. He just ignored my panic and discomfort, gripping my head tightly and thrusting into the back of my throat. I managed to hold on to my dinner, and it became easier to take his cock into my throat. I sucked on the hard pole in my mouth, tasting the muskiness I had smelt on him earlier as he slid his cock over my tongue. I tried to curl my tongue around his cock and swirl it over the tip as he pulled back. I could hear him grunting loudly as he fucked my tender mouth. I could not speak, other than to make very soft squealing noises as he pushed deeper.

Suddenly his cock stiffened in my mouth and I could feel it start to jerk. Hot sticky cum spurted into my mouth and throat, as his cock pumped it from his balls. I tried to swallow, but he came too hard and too much, so some dripped from my chin onto my pretty dress. I carried on sucking his cock, even after he had finished spurting his cum into my throat, so that, when he pulled out from between my lips, the only thing to show how he had fucked my mouth was a faint stain of lipstick on his shaft.

My lipstick was smeared across my face and the tears in my eyes had made my mascara run down my cheeks. Splashes of cum stained my new dress and dripped off my chin like pale snot.

Mom and Dad walked back in from the kitchen, just as Craig was fastening his pants. They looked at me kneeling with cum on my face and dress and my lipstick smeared as though I were some sluttish tart. Dad looked at Craig but spoke to me.

"Teresa go to your room, I'll have a word with you later. " Dad ordered.

I staggered blindly to my feet and slowly climbed the stairs. In my room I sat on the end of my bed, too upset to even wipe the mess from my face. I thought how Dad was angry with me when it had all been Craig's doing and how, if Dad did not get his new job, it would be my fault.

I heard Dad's feet as he climbed the stairs and stood up as he walked into the room, leaving the door wide open. He stepped close to me and lifted my chin, so that he was looking into my eyes. I felt his lips on mine, lightly brushing my mouth, at first, then becoming harder and more urgent. I opened my mouth to his tongue and felt him kissing me passionately. His fingers unfastened the button at the back of my neck and slowly drew the zipper down my back. He pushed the material off my shoulders, letting it slither over the silk of my camisole and fall in a heap around my ankles. I could feel the heat of his hands through the flimsy material and I closed my eyes as I felt him envelop me in a caress. His hands felt burning hot as he touched me and I felt dizzy for a moment. Then he slid his hands beneath the hem of my camisole and up onto my smooth belly. I felt his hands pinching my nipples and twisting them so that sparks of dark pleasure ripped through my body. I could feel the heat of his cock on my belly as he held me close and devoured me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and crushing me against him.

I felt his fingers sliding under the waist of my panties and slowly pull them down, pushing them past my knees so that they joined my pretty dress on the floor. My tiny cock was hard and painful, but he ignored that completely and reached further back to run his fingertip over my asshole. He found the tightly puckered bud and pressed firmly, forcing the tip of his finger inside me. I tried to cry out at the pain but his mouth was firmly pressed to mine and the cry that escaped my lips was muffled and swallowed in his kiss. 

I desperately tried to relax as dad probed the entrance to my ass with his thick finger. He seemed totally oblivious to the pain he was causing me as his thick, dry, finger pressed deeper and deeper. I could do nothing to stop him and he rewarded me with a grunt into my mouth as his fingertip finally penetrated inside me. My asshole felt as though it was on fire as he roughly fingered me, coaxing a trace of lubrication from my backside.

He pushed me backwards, so that I fell onto my bed, his legs between my knees stopping me from squeezing them together. Slowly he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. I could see the front of his boxers sticking out like a circus tent, stretched by his hard, thick cock. He pulled the waistband of his boxers down past his hard-on and let them fall to the floor

I felt his hands on the backs of my knees, lifting them and spreading them wider. As he pushed my knees farther back and apart, I could feel him opening my ass, spreading the cheeks wide and exposing my tender back door. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing past my entrance, but he could not guide it into me and hold my legs spread wide, at the same time. 

I sighed in relief as I realised that he would not be able to push his huge cock into my virgin ass. As I tried to lift myself on my elbows, I felt the blunt tip of his cock find the right spot, well right for him at least. This time it did not slip out and as my eyes widened with the pain, I looked down to plead with him or to scream for Mom, when I realised that he was not sliding out because Mom was there, her hands on his cock, guiding him into me. Her fingers and thumb could not meet around his girth, but she could still guide it as he pushed slowly, but relentlessly, into my ass. The burning pain as Dad pushed into my tight ass brought tears to my eyes, but he just pressed his cockhead into me harder. I could feel his cock stretching my tender ass, almost tearing me in to. 

There was a sudden popping sensation, as though something had given way and The pain eased, just a little. Dad groaned softly in pleasure and I realised that he must have forced the head of his cock past the tight ring of my anus. The burning began to subside and I felt a shudder run through Dad's body as he held still for a moment. Then I felt the pressure building again as he pushed slowly into me. It was still uncomfortable as the thickness of his cock distended my virgin ass painfully, but it wasn't such blinding agony as before. In fact, by the time he had the whole length of his cock inside me, the pain hat subsided to a fierce warmth in my ass.

Time seemed to blur and all I could think of was the sensation of Dad's cock in my ass. The warmth became less painful and more comforting as I felt him thrusting gently into my tender bottom. He seemed to delight in listening to the sound of me groaning as he worked his cock in and out of me. I realised, slowly, that the noises I made took on a disappointed tone each time I thought that he would pull his cock right out of my ass. He moved inside me slowly and gently, releasing his hold on my legs, so that he could thrust his tongue into my mouth, in time with the slow rhythmic push of his cock. It felt as though his cock was piercing me right to my belly. he pushed the hem of my camisole up and kissed my erect nipples, biting them gently, and sucking on the hard, swollen points.

By now he was sliding easily into my ass, his heavy balls swinging against my buttocks. Mom had released his cock and was watching him fuck me, a look of rapt concentration on her face as she watched him plunge deeply. She watched as his thrusts speeded up, every plunge of his cock forcing the air out of my lungs and making me grunt like a rutting animal. His cock swelled even more and I howled in a mixture of pain and anticipation, as his cock swelled, stiffened and then began to spurt stinging jets of boiling sticky cum. He pinned me to the bed with his cock and sprayed sticky slimy cum into my ass. I could feel his cock slowly subside inside me and he rocked back, slowly easing it out of my tender asshole. Even half-soft the head stretched my anus painfully and I cried out as he pulled the tip away from my asshole.

Dad still said nothing to me, just left and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on so that he could clean himself up. I just lay there, shattered and too exhausted to move. My pathetic little cock, well pathetic compared to my Dad's and Craig's, was still hard and unsatisfied. Mom stood up from the chair and sat by me on the bed. 

"You know, I never enjoyed your dad fucking me," she confided, "he was always so big and it seemed, no matter how wet I got he was always just too rough and too much for me to take. When I had you, I hoped he'd leave me alone, or at least be happy with just a blow-job. He wanted to fuck me though, so I had to put up with it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom had just sat and watched as her husband had fucked her son's virgin ass and now she was telling me that she hadn't enjoyed him fucking her cunt, so that would become my duty.

"So you see, Teresa, you can take care of him now. We'll buy you some pretty things and some training bras, then you can wear them and be daddy's pretty little girl." Mom continued, 

then she looked down at my cock, still hard even though Dad had nearly finished his shower. She reached down and wrapped her cool fingers around the shaft and began to stroke it vigorously, her hand whispering softly against my rod. She bent down and, with her hand firmly against the base of my cock, slipped the length of my shaft into her mouth.

Her hot tongue danced over my cock and her lips sealed wetly around the base as she licked and sucked my whole cock in her mouth .The sight of her head, bobbing up and down on my cock excited me. I could feel the tightening of my balls that heralded another load of cum to shoot in my Mom's greedy mouth. With a groan I spurted a thin stream of cum down her throat and across her tongue, feeling the caress of her mouth as she swallowed the sticky mess. She lifted her head and snuggled next to me, her cool fingers tracing patterns over my cock and balls. She brought her mouth very close to my ear and murmured seductively.

"You know," she whispered, "Boy cum is always sweeter and tastier than a grown man's. And if you take good care of your daddy, Mom will take very good care of you. If you please him, I might even let you fuck me."

The sound of my Mom saying words like 'fuck' in her soft, cultured voice even coaxed a final spurt of cum out of my balls, which splashed from my cock onto her hand. She giggled in the back of her throat and lifted her hands to her lips, licking the glistening trail from her fingers and looking deep into my eyes. 

"I even think that I might be able to take your pretty little cock in my ass. Not even your Dad has been there." Mom finished, then ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.

What can a boy, who truly loves his Mom and Dad do?

Terry



"I don't know why you insist on getting those nasty ass Brussels sprouts, don't nobody eat that but you...damn look at her." 

"What? Stop hitting me, who are you looking at...damn." 

I had been shopping with my housemate, Tee (Tisha, but she thought that name was too girly, so everyone calls her Tee) and along walked the most luscious woman I'd ever seen in my life. Inch after inch of smooth caramel skin that covered a beautiful figure. I looked at her up and down, taking in those beautiful legs, thighs that I could practically feel wrapped around my head, beautiful round hips and delicious ass, thin, huggable waist and perky round breasts. Her face was beautiful; full lips that I was certain would taste as good as they looked, a cute little nose, and eyes so dark they looked black. Her hair fell past her shoulders in dark flowing locks that I wanted to run my hands through. She was short, about five foot five, which would fit nicely with my five foot eight. Damn was right, I knew that I had to talk to her before we left the grocery store.

"If I didn't love Tanya so much, I'd be all over that...damn." Tee said, she and her girlfriend Tanya had been dating for almost two years. I was wondering when they'd move in together.

"Yeah well, I don't have a Tanya, and I will see you later." I said, shoving the Brussels sprouts I had picked up into her arms.

"Oh, so you just gone leave me standing here to go talk to some girl? Whatever! I ain't buying these nasty ass things!" she called at me, but I could hear the smile in her voice.

I'm sure she was glad that I was going over to the girl. It'd been a minute before I had really ventured out. My last relationship had been more than a little taxing. Justine, my last girlfriend, had me wrapped around her finger, and I didn't see the breakup coming. She didn't even seem to care when I pleaded for her to tell me what I'd done wrong. She was brutal about it, and she had scarred me deeper than I wanted to admit at first. But, my lack of interest in the girls that Tee tried to introduce me to showed just how deep it went. Now, a year later, I was about to walk up to the vision that was picking out cantaloupes. 

I checked my breath, straightened my tall tee, ran a hand over my short hair, and walked calmly up behind her.

"They say the way to tell if they're fresh is to smell them." I said, moving to lean against the counter. She turned to look up at me, at first looking a little annoyed -- I'm sure people hit on her all the time, she was beautiful -- then her features softened just a little and she gave me a little smirk. Good, smirks could lead to smiles.

"Oh really? And just what is a fresh melon suppose to smell like?" her voice was smooth, an alto, it fit her.

"To be honest, I really don't know. It's just what I've heard." I said, flashing her my best smile. Then she chuckled.

"How are you going to give me advice when you don't know what the advice is?" 

"Hmm...you're right. But I tell you what, the next time I see you, I'll tell you what a melon should smell like, okay?" 

"How can you be so sure you'll see me again?" she teased back.

"You're too beautiful to overlook, you'll be hard to miss." I got a smile that time.

"Well, then. I guess I'll see you later."

"I'm going home right now to learn all that I can about cantaloupes." 

"You do that." 

I back peddled a few steps before turning around to walk back to where I left Tee. I turned one more time to see if she was looking at me. She wasn't, but she was still smiling, and that made me feel good. 

When I found Tee, she was in the pharmacy section, and smiling in some girl's face. What happened to all that talk of Tanya? I didn't say anything though; I knew she wouldn't go any further than a little flirting. She really did love Tanya. The girl left, and Tee made her way over to me.

"So, how'd it go? She blew you off, didn't she?"

"How do you know if a cantaloupe is ripe?"

She just looked at me. "What?" She was confused now.

I told her about the conversation I had with the girl in the produce section.

"So you mean to tell me that you didn't get her number? What about her name? Do you know anything about this girl?" I just smiled and shook my head. Tee had absolutely no patience and had no clue how I operated.

"Just calm down. I'll see her again, and I'll know how to pick a cantaloupe." I said.

"I don't care what you say, that was silly. Cantaloupes...she's probably not even thinking about you." she was walking toward the checkout lines.

When we did get to the lines, I looked up and saw her. She was just paying and about to leave. She looked up and saw me, and smiled. I smiled back and watched her leave the store. I turned to Tee, "still think she doesn't like me?"

"Man, whatever, she's just being nice."

When I got home, I did look up cantaloupes. Turns out, you're supposed to get them when the outside is tan, and when the skin doesn't give when you pluck it. Oh, and when you smell it, it should smell like...you guessed it, a cantaloupe! I laughed at the obviousness of it, but now I knew. And if anyone asks me how to pick out a cantaloupe, I'll be able to tell them.

Tanya came over that night, and Tee and she were all hugged up. Then Tee decided that telling her how much I'd "messed up with the girl in the grocery store" would be funny. So, she settled into telling the story, with Tanya listening. She finished the story and laughed.

"Now, baby, don't you think she should have at least got the girl's name?"

"I don't know. I think it's cute. But, how are you gonna be sure you'll see her?" Tanya said looking at me.

"Oh, I'll be in that store all the time now." I said smiling. She was really cute, and I didn't mind picking up a few extra things from the store every now and then.

Just like I had said, I was in the store all the time. I'd go in to just pick up this and that. Rather than going to a convenience store to get a coke, I'd got to the grocery. After about a week, I was feeling a little silly for not asking for her number. I mean, I hadn't really asked her if she even liked girls, though her reaction seemed like she did, and though I was a stud, I'm sure she knew I was female. Anyway, after a week or two, I kinda stopped looking for her. Then, I was with Tee once again, getting things for a barbeque we were having at our house that weekend, and I saw a figure from the corner of my eye. I knew it was her without even looking. I tapped Tee, and gestured in her direction. 

"Hmm...you about to go try again? Tell me you'll at least ask her name?" 

"Yeah, whatever. Wish me luck."

This time, she was getting cookies. I walked up calmly, and she saw me approaching. She turned, looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

"Y'know, cookies aren't that good for you. Maybe you should get something a little healthier, maybe a cantaloupe." I said, trying to be cute and witty.

"You're right, but I never know which one to choose. I can't tell which one's are ripe," she was quick, I liked that.

"Oh, well that's simple. Just pick one with tan skin, and when you smell it, it should smell sweet." I said, smiling.

"Oh. Well, thank you. You seem to know a thing or two about melons." I nodded, noting that she chose the word "melons," "And to whom do I owe this wonderful piece of advice?"

"I'm Kimber, but everyone calls me Kim." I said, extending a hand.

"Well, nice to meet you, Kim. I'm Terry." She shook my hand, smiling up at me with those coal black eyes. Her hand was so soft. I thought to myself how much I'd love to feel it on places other than my hand, but got my thoughts under control.

"Listen, I hope it's not too forward of me, but would you like to get some coffee or something with me?"

"No." she said, then she paused, and I got scared, "It's not too forward, but how about dinner instead?"

Whew! I thought she was going to tell me no.

"Sounds good. As a matter of fact, my roommate and I are having a barbeque this weekend. Would you like to come?"

"Sure. Where and when?"

"Saturday at seven." I said, beaming on the inside.

I gave her my address and told her to be there at seven, and we exchanged numbers. "We're gonna play volleyball, so if you want, come dressed to play." 

She smiled and said she'd be there, and then she picked up her cookies and walked away. I watched her walk down the aisle and she turned and smiled over her shoulder at me.

I had to stop myself from doing a little dance right there in the aisle. I was so excited. I couldn't wait to go tell Tee. 

When Tee saw me walking up to her, and saw the smile on my face, she smiled back.

"You got a number?"

"Better. She's coming Saturday."

"Damn. I guess cantaloupes are hot." She laughed back.

I told her about our brief conversation and told her how excited I was. I could tell from the way Tee looked at me that she was happy for me. Now I couldn't wait until Saturday. 

*

Saturday arrived and I was so nervous. I had told her to come for seven since it started at six thirty. I wanted people to be there so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable with just me, Tee and Tanya. People started coming, and I started to relax a bit. I was laughing and joking with friends, then I looked up and saw her. She was stunning. She had on a cute little t-shirt with some soccer shorts and tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing more of her beautiful face. I stood up and walked to her, then started introducing her to my friends.

"Everybody, this is Terry. Terry, this is Mike, Jamie, Tee, Tanya...I introduced her to everyone, and noted the way they all looked at her. They looked at her like I was introducing a new girlfriend, all of them with approval. Even though we weren't dating, it made me smile.

We all sat around and talked, started a volleyball game, and played around. Then Tee announced that we could start eating. Everyone lined up, grabbing plates. We sat down and Terry sat next to me.

"So, when did you two start dating?" Vince said. I looked at Terry a little embarrassed. I think I saw a hint of a blush.

"We're not; Terry's a friend." I said, not wanting to make anyone feel like we were a couple even though I wouldn't have minded if we were.

"Oh, okay. So how'd you meet?" he asked; Terry answered before I could open my mouth.

"In the grocery store; she helped me with my melons." Terry said, smiling at everyone's reaction. "She explained to me how to pick out a ripe cantaloupe."

Everyone looked a little confused, but Terry told the story of how we met, and everyone seemed to think it was cute.

The rest of the meal went as would be expected. Everyone talked and laughed and joked. Everyone told Tee how good everything was. And everyone looked at Terry and me like we two high school kids. Truth be told, we were flirting, stealing little looks and touches. I guess we did look like a new couple. 

Later we played some more games and everyone was sitting around talking. Terry sat next to me, and eventually leaned into my shoulder. It felt good to have her there, like she fit. I wrapped an arm around her, and she kinda laid on me. This of course was not missed by any of my friends. They all shot me little looks, but said nothing.

When everyone was leaving, and Tee and I started clearing things away, Terry was the last to go. I walked her to her car.

"I had a great time tonight." She said, leaning against the car door.

"Good. I had a great time, too." I wanted to badly to kiss her. "Can I see you again?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, I'd like that, too."

I leaned in to kiss her, just lightly. I didn't want to pounce and scare her, even though it would feel really good. Her lips were her so soft; I knew they would be. She parted her lips just a little and I ran my tongue along them, then slipped it in her mouth, pushing her up against the car. She felt like silk, but I knew she would. I knew that kissing her would be amazing and I knew that it would be hard to stop; it was. Wow, this woman was intoxicating! But, I broke the kiss, leaving both of us breathless. I ran my hands across her shoulders and gave her one last kiss and backed away from her. She turned and opened her car.

"Bye. Drive safe." I said, wishing she didn't have to drive anywhere at all, wishing she could just stay with me.

"I will. Goodnight." She said, and got in her car. I watched her drive off and felt for the first time in almost a year that I could really get involved with someone. I couldn't believe the effect she'd had on me.

I walked back to help finish picking up. Tanya looked up at me, saw the smile on my face and said, "You got a kiss! Yay!" She was excited for me, knowing that I needed someone in my life, Tee was smiling too. 

"So, are you going to see her again?" Tanya asked like a kid on Christmas Eve asking if Santa was on his way.

"I asked her if I could see her again, and she said yes." I said, feeling good about it.

"Good. You deserve it." Tee said. "Now help me move this table." 

We finished cleaning up and went in the house. Tanya followed Tee into her bedroom, and I knew she would be spending the night. She did that more and more these days. I just went to my room, and tried to sleep. I thought about Terry for a while, until I drifted off.

*

The next morning in church, I couldn't even concentrate on the sermon. All I could think about was Terry, Terry, and more Terry. I thought about when I should call, what I should say, how I should say it, where we could go, what we could do, all of these things ran through my mind. I never thought like this about girls. Usually I was cool, calm and collected, never really letting them get under my skin. The last time I had let a girl in like that, I was left with some wounds I didn't even want to think about. It scared me the way Terry dominated my thoughts, the way I'd be reminded of her by the strangest things. I had just met the girl, and we'd only been on one date! What was up with me?

I decided that I wouldn't think about what was going on and how I really felt about Terry. I would ask her out again and see where it went. I was probably overly concerned because she was the first girl I'd really had an interest in for almost a year. I needed to calm down and stop worrying. I told myself that, but it was much easier said than done. 

I decided to call her Sunday night. I know that there's supposed to be some rule about calling the next day, but I didn't care. I wanted her to know that I was truly interested in her. So, I decided that I would call around nine. It was eight thirty, and I wanted the clock to move faster. I looked at the clock for the fifth time in ten minutes and stopped. How was she able to have such an effect on me in such a short time? Sure, she was sexy as hell, funny, down to earth and fun to talk to; she was smart, approachable, graceful, and did I mention damn sexy? I took all of these qualities into consideration, and yes she was a wonderful woman, but I'd met wonderful women before. There was something special about her, and I couldn't put my finger on it, but I hoped she'd keep me around long enough to find out. 

Finally, nine o'clock came and I told myself it was okay to call. I picked up the receiver, and debated on what I should say exactly. After about five minutes of deliberation, I just dialed her number and waited to hear an answer. The voice that answered was a woman's, but not Terry's I would have recognized her voice, even over the phone. 

"Hello?" the woman said

"Hi, how are you this evening?" My mother told me always to be cordial, and this was no exception.

"Fine..." she seemed a bit taken aback by the question.

"May I speak to Terry?"

"Who's speaking?" the woman sounded a little defensive, like she was protecting Terry.

"Umm...Kim" I was about to worry. Did Terry have a girlfriend that wanted her protected?

"Oh! Kim! Just a minute." 

I could hear talking while I waited. 

"Terry, it's Kim," said the woman, followed by a little giggle. The next voice was unmistakable, and it sent a shiver through me just hearing her say my name.

"Kim?"

"Hi, Terry."

"Hi, how are you?"

"Good..." There was a pause; neither of us knew what to say. (I thought to myself, 'what am I? in high school? Getting this nervous over a girl!') Then, I spoke up.

"I had a wonderful time Saturday, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me this Friday...that is if you aren't busy."

"Oh no, I'm not busy," she said hurriedly, I was relieved. I mean, a woman that great? I just knew everyone was lined up to take her out.

"Good. What time should I pick you up?" I know she could hear the smile in my voice, because I was beaming.

"Seven?" 

"Great. I'll see you then." 

She gave me her address, and directions, and we ended the conversation. I was floating. I had a date with a wonderful woman. Life was good! 

Just as I turned from the phone, Tanya walked in the room. She tried to pretend like she just happened to be passing by, but the look on her face told me she had been listening. I didn't care, she could listen. I was happy.

That whole week, I couldn't wait for Friday to come. I went to work, did my work, and left work. All of it was just getting me closer to Friday. My co-workers told me how something seemed different, but they didn't know what. Whatever, I just couldn't wait until Friday!

Friday finally came and from the moment I woke up, I was counting the minutes until seven. I was impatient with the way time seemed to slow down. It was like the Earth turned a little slower just to annoy me. When I got off work, I sped home. I showered, put on my best cologne. Then, I spent forever thinking about what I should wear. I decided on a nice dark pair of Girbauds, a tan Polo, and some brown Timberlands. I checked my reflection in the mirror, and liked what I saw. I left early so that I could go get Terry flowers. I decided on a single rose. I thought a bouquet might be too much, and that a single was charming. I hoped she would see it the same way. 

I found the house easily enough, and pulled into the driveway. I nervously checked to make sure my hair was straight, my breathe was fresh, and my breathing was settled. I picked up the rose, and walked to her front door. The house was nice outside, a neatly manicured lawn and garden. I wondered if Terry cut it herself. I rang the door bell, and the butterflies in my stomach multiplied. 

Moments later, the door Terry opened the door. 'Damn' was all I could think. She was just as beautiful as the first day I saw her. She had on a cute little sun dress that was loose where it needed to be and fitting where it didn't. I'm sure I stood there looking for longer than I should have, but I couldn't help it. She was gorgeous. Then, I snapped back to reality and smiled.

"Hi, Terry," I said, offering the rose.

She smiled at me and at the rose. She took it from me and asked me to step inside. I did, and closed the door behind me. Her house was just as neat on the inside as it was on the outside. Everything was in rich shades of green and burgundy, it was nice. 

Terry disappeared in the kitchen, I assumed she was going to put the rose in a vase or something. Then, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, but not in the direction that Terry had gone. I looked up to see Terry coming down the stairs, but how had she gotten over there so quickly? But, a second later I realized that the girl wasn't Terry at all, but she did look an awful lot like her. The girl looked up and saw me, and jumped a little. I don't think she expected to see me there. 

"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought you guys had left already," it was the woman from the phone! But this wasn't a woman, she looked to be about seventeen. She turned to leave, but I stopped her. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.




Terry



"Oh, you don't have to leave, Terry and I were just on our way out..." the girl turned and stood there, looking me over. Then, I felt like maybe she should have left; I could tell that she was looking me over to see if I was good enough. I hoped I was.

"Oh, I see you met Jamie," said Terry, walking up behind me.

"Yeah...you two must be sisters," I said. Wow, the resemblance was remarkable. If they had been closer in age, I would have sworn they were twins.

"Yes," she said, and then she turned to Jamie, "Jamie, this is Kim. Kim, this is Jamie."

"Hi, Kim," said Jamie, smiling at me.

"Well, we should be going," Terry said, taking my arm and walking me toward the door. "Nice to meet you, Jamie," I said as we walked out.

We got in my car, and I pointed it toward the restaurant I was taking her to. I wasn't too upscale, but it wasn't McDonald's either. I thought it was a good place to take a first date (I say first date because this was the first time we'd be alone). We talked about this and that, nothing too big. We got to the restaurant, and I'd made reservations. Being that it was such an ideal restaurant, I knew it would be full on a Friday night. We were seated immediately. Once seated, we continued to talk.

"So, what do you do for a living?" I asked. Most girls hit me with that one first, trying to see how much I could offer them, but Terry hadn't brought it up, so I asked her, deciding to switch it up.

"I'm a real estate agent," she said. I'd buy a house from her any day. "What about you?"

"I'm an accountant for the Murphy and Jenkins law firm." I said, hoping it didn't sound too boring.

"Interesting," she said, and smiled. I guess it wasn't that boring after all.

We chatted and talked like that, getting to know each other a little better over dinner. I found out that Jamie had come to live with her because her parents wanted her to experience life in the "big city" before going off to college. "I love having Jamie around. She's my partner in crime." She joked. She seemed to really care for her, I liked that. Through the entire dinner, I wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to just pounce on her. I scolded myself. I wasn't an animal, and I needed to get a hold on my thoughts. But still, I couldn't deny the sexual tension between us. I hoped she was thinking some of the same thing I was thinking. 

We talked long after finishing our dinner, and were surprised when we realized how late it was. When the waiter brought our check, Terry had her wallet out just as quickly as I did. She insisted on at least paying for her own meal.

"This is a date, right? And I'm the one who asked you out, so I'm going to pay; I insist." I said jokingly, and she put away her money.

We left the restaurant and Terry wrapped her arm around mine as we walked. I loved the feel of her, but I decided that I'd rather have my arm around her waist, so I did just that. She just pushed closer into me. It felt so great having her there. It's like she fit into my body like she did that night at the barbeque. I opened her door, let her sit in the car, and pointed it in the direction of her house. We were relatively quiet on the ride. I know that I was sad that the night was ending and wished I didn't have to take her home. 

We arrived at her house and I opened her door for her, walking her to her front door. I was so nervous, I hoped she enjoyed the evening as much as I had. We got to her front door, and she turned and looked up at me.

"I had a great time tonight," she said. Did I detect a little blush?

"Me too," I said. I wanted to kiss her so badly. So, I leaned in just a little, and was overjoyed when she met me half way. 

The kiss was even better than the one we'd shared before. Her lips were so soft and warm. I reached up and held the side of her face with my hand. The kiss deepened and I was quickly getting all hot and bothered. Finally, we needed to breathe. We broke the kiss, both of us panting. I looked in her eyes, wanting her to invite me in for coffee, cookies, ice cream, animal crackers, whatever, anything that let me be around her a little longer. But I knew she wouldn't. Her sister was probably waiting up anyway. I backed away from her to let her open her door. 

"Goodnight," I said as she walked in.

"Goodnight," she said, smiling back at me.

The door closed and I walk to my car, rubbing my lips, remembering where her lips had been and how good they had felt. My goodness! This woman was amazing.

*

Terry and I saw more and more of each other. For lunch, for dinner, for whatever. We were going out regularly. It was to getting serious, and I liked that. Months ago, I would have shunned the idea of getting serious, but I now welcomed it. Terry and I still hadn't been "intimate" and I was hornier than I can ever remember being in my life! I hoped something would give soon, because she was irresistible, and I was about to pop! But I knew she was holding out because she'd been hurt before. I understood being hurt, and was willing to give her all the time she needed. One day we were sitting in her house, lounging around, and as much of our lounging time did, it turned into kissing. Soon, she was sitting in my lap, and my hands were all over her. She reached for my belt and shocked me. I broke the kiss.

"Are you sure baby?" I didn't want to rush her.

"I'm sure," she said, and the look in her eyes told me that she was more than sure.

Now, who was I to deny the lady what she wanted? So, we started taking off pants, shirts, underwear. We were ripping things off of each other and had each other naked in record time. I looked at her standing there, absolutely beautiful. But, she seemed self conscious of her nakedness. How could she ever be? She was absolutely breathtaking; seriously, I had to remind myself to breathe! I wanted to savor the first time we shared together, so I slowed down. I picked her up and brought her to her bedroom then laid her on the bed. I eased my way on top of her and gently kissed her eyes. I kissed her lips and she kissed back. It was soft, tender. I kissed my way to her neck, stopping to lick and bite the sensitive area, then snaked my way down to her breasts. I licked a circle around it before sucking to little bud into my mouth, relishing the feel of it swelling under my tongue. I sucked and nipped, licked and kissed those wonderful breasts until I could feel her squirm beneath me, wanting attention in areas lower than her chest. I was willing and able to accommodate.

I made my way down her body, the scent of her arousal getting stronger as I went. I kissed her up and down her thighs, skipping her center completely, I knew she wanted me to stop teasing, but she was so delicious all over, and I knew she would enjoy the release after a big build up. When I finally touched her lips with my tongue, the sound she made was music to my ears. It was a quick gasp as her breath caught, letting me know that she enjoyed it when I touched her there. I licked her lips up and down, being sure not to touch the little red button that was now peeking out from under its hood. I pushed my tongue into her opening and loved the way her muscles clamped down on it. I began a slow rhythm, paying attention to how she reacted to my touch. I replaced my tongue with a finger and gently flicked her clit with my tongue. 

"Yesss." she said, urging me on.

I gently licked and sucked the little nub, feeling her jerk against my face. Soon, she was lifting her body off the bed, and meeting my fingers trust for trust. I could feel her getting close, so I increased pressure on her clit ever so slightly. Then, she exploded, but I couldn't really make out her screams because she'd wrapped her legs around my head, drowning them out. I didn't want to stop, so I didn't. I kept right on sucking and she screamed again, and then a third time. Then she went a little limp, and I was afraid I had hurt her. But, when I looked into her face, she was smiling. 

I wiped my face and climbed up her body. I lay down next to her, and pulled her into me. I expected her to want to sleep, but she turned over in my arms.

"Oh no ma'am." She said, "It's my turn now." 

Before I could object, she had me on my back and was on her way down my body. Anything I would have said in protest was lost, because her lips felt even better on my body than they did my lips. She had no time for teasing like I had done, she dove right in, sending me into a frenzy. Soon, my toes were curled and my eyes were rolling. Then, I came the hardest I'd come in such a long time. Just as I had done, she kept going, sending me into three more orgasms, leaving me spent. She climbed up into my arms, and I pulled her into me. We fell asleep like that. I was so happy.

*

We woke up to the phone ringing. Terry, sleepily rolled over and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she said. Looking at her, I couldn't help but think she was beautiful, her hair all tousled, her lips soft from sleep, she was a vision. Just as that thought ran through my mind, I was snapped back to reality when I heard worry in Terry's voice. 

"Where are you? Are you okay?" she was getting out of bed now, looking for her clothes, but they were still in the living room. She stormed out other room to go get them. I hopped up and followed close behind. "Okay, just stay there, I'm on my way." I stood there, forgetting that I was naked as a jay bird. She looked at me, and couldn't help the blush and giggle that she let out. Then, she was back to business, putting on clothes. I followed suit.

"Jamie's car broke down. She's all the way downtown." Terry said. I could see why she was worried. It would be dark soon, and a young girl alone in the dark downtown wasn't a good thing.

"Okay, I'll drive." 

We were out of the house in thirty second and I was speeding for the interstate. In about ten minutes, I was taking the Main Street exit. We had Jamie within the next five. 

"Damn! You must have flew here!" Jamie said when I pulled up next to her.

"We were worried," Terry said, looking at her as if she were checking for bullet wounds. 

"I'm fine!" said Jamie as she sat in the back seat.

Jamie and I had become quick friends. She was like a Terry Jr. It was cute to watch them together. And just like Terry, she was beautiful and smart and funny, and all those things mothers teach their girls to be. I would really like to meet the woman who raised such lovely young women. Also like Terry, she had the affections of plenty of boys, and girls for that matter. But sadly, the one guy she wanted paid her no mind. I told her that he wasn't worth it; she was amazing. And I meant it; after all, she was just like the woman I loved. Wait, did I just say love? Yeah, I did, and I liked it.

This realization hit me the middle of the ride home. I loved Terry. Wow! I had to choke back tears because when I looked at her, concerned for Jamie, showing the nurturing side of her that I loved, I could see her nurturing a child that she and I would raise. I could see my whole future with her, and it was a bit overwhelming. Terry saw the look on my face and paused, but she didn't ask me anything.

We got to Terry's house and Jamie got a phone call on her cell, the way she grinned and bolted into the house told me that it was James, the boy she liked so much. She was in the house before Terry and me. 

Terry and I were walking up the little path to her door and I stopped walking. I gently grabbed Terry's arm. She looked up at me, a question in her face. 

"What, Kim? Kim, are you okay?" she saw the strained look on my face. 

"I'm fine, baby." But I know she didn't buy it.

"What's wrong? Tell me." She was holding my face now, searching my eyes for answers.

"I...I love you Terry. I don't want you to ever go." I couldn't help telling her how I felt. The emotion was so powerful, that I couldn't contain it. Tears were in my eyes.

Terry looked at me for a second, and her forehead wrinkled just a bit. I wasn't sure if she was annoyed or touched, but I hoped it was the latter. Then, I saw her eyes well up and the first tear fall. I hadn't wanted to upset her, or make her feel she had to say it back. I just needed to let her know how I felt. I wiped away her tears and told her that she didn't have to return the gesture, but she shook her head. 

"I love you too, Kim." When I saw that smile on her face and heard her say those words, I picked her up and spun her around. She had made me the happiest woman on Earth with just five words. Five words that made my heart sing. When I put her down, I kissed her hard, trying to tell her everything with just that one kiss, holding her close to me. I wanted her know that I would never let her go. 

We broke the kiss and smiled into each other's eyes, this was indeed a wonderful moment. 

We walked into the house hand in hand. It was the beginning of a long life together.



Terry



Fourteen years ago I married my childhood sweetheart. We'd known each other forever and there was never anyone else for either of us. We always had the same interests and likes and dislikes except for one thing. 

I like pornography. Terry hates it. In order to keep peace in the house I keep my magazines and videos hidden. I can enjoy them when she is out and she never knows. I have my fun and no one gets hurt. 

Last March Terry did her usual spring-cleaning thing. Only this time she went farther than ever before. Yeah, she found some magazines. I thought all hell was going to bust lose, but instead she cried. What the hell! 

After a while we talked about it. It ended up with her telling me to keep the stuff in our bedroom so there would be no chance of the kids accidentally finding it. That sounded great to me and I cleaned out a space in the closet and filled it with my porno stuff. 

The only problem was that every time Terry went into the closet she saw the magazines and videos sitting there. One day I came home to find her reading one of the books. It had several short stories in it about a man watching his wife with other men. 

"How long have you had this book?" 

"I don't know. Maybe a couple of years." 

"Everything else is newer. What do you like about this book to keep it so long?" 

"I just think the stories are really hot. It's by a really good author." She didn't buy that. 

"Do you like this kind of story over some of the others? I'm just trying to find out here what makes you tick. I want to be a good wife and if you have to have this stuff I want to know what the attraction is." 

I blurted out, "I think it's hot that a guy lets other men fuck his wife." Then I was sorry I'd said it. I was ready to duck when she threw the book at me. 

Instead of throwing it at me she threw a question at me. "Is that what you want to do? Do you want to let other men fuck me?" 

I had a hard time answering her, but I managed to say, "Sometimes it makes me hot to fantasize about it." There, I'd said it. I do sometimes fantasize about having a threesome with Terry and another man, or just watching her with another man. 

"I could never do anything like that and you know it. I'm ashamed you even think about me like that." There wasn't anything I could say to that. I just kind of shrugged and was happy when the doorbell rang. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. 

I was really glad that that was finally over and done with. Now we could get back to normal. 

Two nights later we were in bed making love when Terry asked, "Are you making love to me or fantasizing about watching me with another man?" I groaned and came. That was exactly what I was thinking. 

Terry pushed me away and said she couldn't understand how I could think about her like that. I tried to hug her, but she wasn't having any of it. 

The next time we made love she asked, "Who's fucking me now? You or another man?" 

That did it again. I couldn't hold back, but this time Terry came at the same time. She didn't turn away then, but hugged me. She whispered in my ear, "Do you want someone else to fuck me while you watch?" 

My answer was a whisper, "Yes." 

"Someone with a cock that's bigger than yours?" 

I groaned out, "Yes." 

"Maybe he'll be better than you." I groaned again and felt my dick stirring. It was obvious she'd been reading more stories.

"Do you want me to suck his big cock?" She could tell the answer to that when she felt my dick spring to attention. She circled her hand around my growing prick. 

"If I did it would you still love me?" 

"Yes." We were both whispering. 

"What if I like having his big cock in me and want to do it again?" 

I didn't know what to say to that. My dick was growing harder, but my brain was afraid of her liking it too much. Did I just want to try it one time? Maybe it's just a fantasy and not something I really want to do. 

"Are you thinking about a big cock pounding my cunt?" I groaned. "Filling me with his thick hot white sperm?" I was about to explode. 

I pushed her on her back and mounted her. I hardly got my cock in her before I erupted, blasting my hot cum deep in her pussy. I was glad that Terry came at the same time. 

We lay there holding each other for a while, and then Terry said, "I'll do it." I felt worms crawling in my stomach at the same time my cock twitched. 

Would she really do it? I didn't know and was afraid to ask. When I didn't say anything she asked, "Change your mind?"

It was quiet while I thought. Do I want to let some other guy fuck my wife? Really?

I was about to answer when Terry said, "You think about it. I know you like it as a fantasy, but try to think how you'll feel if it was for real. If you decide you want to keep it fantasy that'll be fine with me. If you decide you really want to do it I will, because I'm your wife and love you with all my heart. But if I have to do it for you, you'll have to pay." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I don't know. I haven't given it any thought. But I will think of some way of making you pay for turning me into a tramp." 

"You're not a tramp. You're my wife." 

"We'll see." 

Well I didn't exactly like that, but what could I say. Besides, how bad could it be? A new dress? Some jewelry? It'd be worth it. Wouldn't it? 

I was really confused then. I really wanted to share Terry with another guy. Or maybe I just wanted to fantasize about it. 

That ended the discussion. 

Neither of us brought it up again except sometimes when I was especially hot when we had sex Terry would whisper, "I know what you're thinking." I guess after 14 years she knows me pretty well. 

As time went by she gradually dropped it altogether.

While for me it was a daily thought. Here it is. Your wife has offered to give you what you dream about. But there's a cost. She says you'll have to pay, something. But will that be the only cost? Will your feelings for each other change? 

After several months I couldn't take it any more. It was like a drug I had to have. So one night I whispered the words. "Yes, I really want you to do it."

Then nothing happened. I was happy and disappointed at the same time that she seemed to have forgotten about doing it. I wondered if she was waiting for me to bring home some guy. 

Saturday afternoon a friend of ours stopped by to pick up a recipe for his wife. Actually, Bob is not a friend of ours. He's married to one of Terry's friends. I think he's a real jerk and I know Terry would never have anything to do with him if he weren't married to Wanda. 

He tried to engage me in a conversation about football, but I hustled him into the kitchen so he could get the recipe and leave. Terry glanced up from her recipe collection when we walked in and said, "Hi Bob." Then went back to her recipes.

Then she looked back at Bob and I could see a light go off in her head. She looked at me and asked if I remembered what we had discussed a few weeks ago. Why was she bringing it up now? She couldn't be thinking of letting Bob fuck her. Everyone in the world would know. I strangled out a "Yes." 

"You remember I told you it was going to cost you?" 

"Yes." 

"Why don't you send the kids to the movies?" My heart started racing. Surely, she didn't mean she was going to do it with Bob. He's such an asshole. 

"Do you want to pay the price?" Bob was looking back and forth at us wondering what the hell was going on. 

No, I didn't want to pay the price. That was by brain. My cock gave another answer. I called to the kids and gave them some money and told them to have fun at the movies. 

Terry sat there watching me. I saw her breathing quicken and she looked like she was feeling warm. She even started to sweat a little. 

When we heard the door close Terry looked at Bob, "I understand you have a big cock." Her voice was husky and I knew she was having trouble saying such a thing. 

Bob smiled and said, "Yeah, and I know how to use it." I don't know about that but I do know that he brags about all the women he's fucked. I always figured he was lying. 

"Ed wants to watch another man fuck me. Do you want to be the man?" I couldn't believe my ears. I'm not sure Bob believed her either. He got a big grin on his face and looked back and forth at Terry and me. Waiting for the punch line.

Then he looked down at the bulge in my pants and his smile got bigger. "I've never had an audience before, especially not the husband, but there's a first time for everything." 

Bob reached out for Terry and pulled her up out of her chair. Then he turned her around in front of him so both of them were facing me. His arms circled her and he fondled her breasts. Terry moaned and I let out a groan. 

Bob said, "Let's use your bed so we can be comfortable." With that he gave Terry a nudge and she led the way to our bedroom. I followed along behind them. 

Terry moved to sit on the bed, but Bob stopped her. "I think I have this sorted out now. This is Ed's idea, and Terry you told him if you let him watch another man fuck you he had to pay. I'm the pay part. Since Ed doesn't like me and since he knows that I brag about all the women I fuck he knows everyone will know." He smirked at me daring me to challenge his reasoning. 

After I didn't respond Bob said, "Ed, that's only part of it. If you want to watch me fuck your wife you have to help." I didn't know what the hell he meant. I just stood there like a dummy. 

"Take her dress off." Then I understood. He was going to do everything he could to humiliate me. I was so ashamed. I knew my face was bright red. I couldn't look him in the eye because I knew I was going to do whatever he wanted. 

I moved behind Terry and unfastened her dress. As I pulled it off Bob said, "Take your time. I want a little strip show. Tease me." 

I could feel my face burning and the sweat pouring down my back. Then I slipped my wife's dress down off her shoulders and held it there covering her breasts. I looked at Bob and he gave me a smiling nod of approval. 

Then I lowered her dress more and allowed him to see her bra and down to her belly button. I was burning with shame and desire at the same time. I slowly lowered her dress past her panties and then dropped it to the floor. 

I knelt down and lifted her feet pulling the dress away from her. Then I stood up and slowly turned her around, letting him enjoy the sight of my wife in her bra and panties. 

Once she was facing him again I unfastened her bra. By now I was sweating all over and my hands were shaking. With her bra hanging from her shoulders I reached around and cupped her breasts. Then I gently nudged the bra off her shoulders with my chin. 

"You're enjoying this so much I don't know if it can really be considered payment. You like stripping your wife for me don't you?" 

When I didn't say anything Bob said, "Well?" 

I had to swallow twice before I could say, "Yes." Bob just sat there and laughed at me. 

I turned Terry around giving him just a peak at her nipples before she was facing me. I took her hands and raised them high over her head. Terry was looking me straight in the eye as I continued preparing her for another man. I couldn't look back. 

As I turned her around to face Bob again I covered her tits with my hands. I could feel her hard nipples poking my palms. Then I slid my thumbs away from my fingers, moving my hands back and squeezing her tits. Her nipples were forced out further for Bob's pleasure. 

I ran my hands down Terry's sides and pushed her panties down until the top of her bush was exposed. Then I turned her around again so Bob could she her partially exposed ass. 

I pulled her panties down in back so he could see all of her ass. I held the front of her panties up as I turned her around to face Bob again. Terry was breathing hard and I could feel her body trembling with excitement. I knew she was anticipating Bob's cock in her pussy. Just as much as I was. 

Once she was facing him again I held her panties in place while I knelt behind her. Then I quickly pulled them down to her ankles. Terry gasped as her pussy was suddenly exposed to Bob's hungry eyes. 

I lifted her legs and pulled the panties off her feet. Then I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, forcing her legs apart. When my hand brushed against her pussy lips I could feel her slick moistness. Terry moaned and I thought she was going to cum. 

I stood up and pulled her over directly in front of Bob. I held her hand out to him, presenting my wife to him for his pleasure. Terry stood there glowing, he skin radiating heat from the fires inside her. 

He looked at me and said, "I can't fuck her with my clothes on." 

I was too far-gone to stop. I'd never come close to touching another man, but I didn't hesitate now. I removed his shirt as fast as I could. Then I unfastened his pants and pulled them down. He made me kneel and remove his shoes and socks then pull his pants off his feet. 

He looked down at me and said, "I'm not naked yet." I know I blushed even more as I tried to pull his shorts off. They were caught up on his hard cock and I had to touch it to move it so I could pull them all the way off. 

Bob and Terry just stood there looking at each other until I finished undressing him. "On second thought I don't think I want an audience when I fuck Terry the first time. Close the door behind you. Maybe we'll let you watch next time." 

I hung my head and walked out, closing the door behind me.



Terry



The fact that Terry was married had me wondering just what was going on. I knew from talking to her over the years that I had known her, that she had been a wild child at one time. Now, here she was, telling me about the foursome, she and Lonny had had the month before last. I had the feeling that there was more to this than readily met the eye. 

Since I was single, the foursome thing was out. I was also straight, so that part of a threesome was out. Well, that still left several options, so I was trying to read between the lines and to see where this was headed.

She did not go into any great detail, but I understood that a great time was had by all. I also figured out that Lonny was basically straight also. When Terry asked if Sharon and I had ever tried anything like that, several things became clear. One, this was a fishing trip and two; she did not know that Sharon and I had split up a while back.

"No Terry, we never tried anything like that. In fact, we aren't even together anymore. When she went to take care of her ailing Aunt last month, we split the blanket, so to speak." I told her in a low voice. 

She looked at me for a long moment and then she took a swallow of her beer. I glanced around the nearly empty bar, to make sure there weren't any of the nosy people sitting too close to us. This conversation was definitely private, and I wanted to keep it that way. 

Terry glanced at me. "I'm sorry to hear that. You two made a great couple. Can I ask what happened?"

"Let's just say that I beat my head on too many walls and that I had a headache. It wasn't any one thing, just a bunch of reoccurring problems that never went away."

She nodded understandingly. "I still see you two together from time to time but not like before. I was wondering what was going on."

I chuckled. "Oh, we spend a little time together, the sex was never a problem. I think that is what held us together for so long. Now, it keeps us both out of trouble, from jumping into some other relationship just for a roll in the hay."

Terry grinned and said, "I understand that. Lack of sex is only a problem, if you're the one not getting any."

I laughed. "Ain't that the truth."

She looked at me over the top of her beer mug for a moment as she took a drink. Sitting the mug down, she turned slightly toward me. "Speaking of which.... " She let the sentence hang for a second. 

When I raised my eyebrows, she continued, "You know that Lonny went back to work on the river boats, don't you."

"I didn't know that. What happened to his job here?" I asked.

She shook her head and sighed. "He was putting in a lot of hours but not making enough money. He finally got tired of it and called a couple of old friends. He hired out on a tugboat as First Mate, the pay is good, but he is gone for weeks on end. It's been three weeks since he was home last and he won't be in for at least another two weeks." She paused again and took a sip of beer. 

"It sounds like you're getting about as much as I am. I go to work and don't get back for three or four weeks. Then I have a week or ten days off, Sharon and I both have a chance to catch up, but it ain't like it used to be," I said and shook my head slowly from side to side. "When she worked with me, it was at least three or four times a week, now I'm lucky if it's twice a month."

Terry chuckled and nodded, "That sounds about right for us too. Talk about being frustrated. Lonny doesn't seem to miss it nearly as much as I do." 

She paused to look into my eyes for a second, and then she took a deep breath. "That's why I asked Lonny, if he would mind if I spent some time with you. We both like you and trust you. Lonny knows that you are a gentleman and does not feel threatened by you. I've always found you to be interesting and I've been attracted to you for as long as I've known you."

I just stared at her for a second before I said, "Ok." 

My silence drew out as I thought over what she had said. When I saw the smile on her face fading, I hastily added, "I find you very attractive, and I always have. In fact you have starred in a couple of my favorite fantasies, as of late." She grinned at that. 

"My only problem is the fact that you are married. I don't poach on other men's range, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't want it done to me, so I don't do it."

She chuckled and said, "Since Lonny knows about it, it can't be poaching, as you call it. Think of it, as doing him a favor, you would be keeping me out of trouble. You know, keeping me away from some of the bad boys around here, the one's that would take advantage of a lonely woman."

I chuckled and replied, "I don't think there would be a chance of that, unless you wanted it to happen." 

She grinned before she added, "Anyway, I do have an ulterior motive. I want a three way with two guys. Lonny has always been shy around other guys, not that I want the two guys to do anything with each other; I just want them both to take care of me. Four hands, two mouths, two.... Well, you get the idea. It happened once, a long time before I met Lonny and I want it to happen again with him. Do you think you could handle something like that?"

I shrugged and grinned. "I've only had the opportunity to try that once before in my life. The only problem was, I had been taking speed for a few days and was totally of no use in the bed, I'm sorry to say. The young lady wasn't disappointed but she didn't get all she wanted of certain things."

Terry laughed and asked, "You don't do speed now, do you?"

I shook my head and said, "Nope, gave up all the drugs a long time ago. That is except alcohol and I try to keep it to a minimum."

The bartender came by and I ordered us another beer apiece. When the beers were served and the bartender was once more on the other end of the bar, Terry asked, "Can you come over and work on the computers tomorrow, say around eight, in the morning. The kids will have already left for school. That'll give you most of the day to fix the major problems." She ended with a grin.

I chuckled and asked, "Yours or the computers?"

"Both," she answered, still grinning. "The computer needs its hard drive cleaned up and God knows I could use a hard drive of my own."

I shook my head slowly and smiled. "I think I can take care of both those problems for you."

About that time, Ann, Terry's next-door neighbor showed up. We did not get a chance to talk anymore until they got ready to leave. As Terry hugged me goodbye, she said, "I'll see you about eight in the morning, right?"

"I'll be there," I said.

*****

I had one more beer after Terry and Ann left, as my mind ran back over our conversation. Did I really want to get into something like this, was my question. Sex with Terry would probably be wild and uninhibited, that was on the plus side. The fact that she was married to Lonny was on the negative. 

They were swings. Was that a plus or a minus? Did I want to be tangled up in that? Terry was a sweet and beautiful woman, definitely a plus. Two pluses, one minus, and a question mark. Well, at eight in the morning, I guess I would find out.

*****

Terry met me at the door of her house, wearing a very large tee shirt. The tee shirt was like a short dress and for a moment or two, I wondered if there was anything besides her under it. As we crossed the living room, headed to the den, she bent over and picked up a small piece of paper up off the floor. She had on a very short pair of white shorts on under the shirt. 

I grinned and shook my head at myself, as we continued into the den. I felt a little strange at being here in the first place, knowing that the computer was not the only thing, she wanted me to work on. Would I have felt better or worse, if she was naked under the shirt? 

In the den, Terry stopped next to the computer desk and said, "This is the computer of Lonny's that you put the new operating system on. It is working a lot better now, but he still can't get the printer to work. Can you fix it for him?"

I sat down at the desk and nodded, "No problem. It probably needs the right driver loaded." 

Terry laughed and said, "Ok, if you say so. I have a couple of things to do, so if you need anything, just yell."

I was right. After I found the disk for his printer and loaded the drivers, the printer worked fine. I was printing a test page when Terry came back into the room. 

"It's done," I said.

"I knew you were good with computers. Do you want to look at my daughters now? It's running slow and keeps locking up on her," she said as she walked over and rested a hand on my shoulder. 

When I stood up, she did not move away from me and left her hand on my shoulder. We stood there inches apart, looking into each other's eyes. I could see in her eyes that she wanted me to kiss her. 

I wanted to but I hesitated and grinned. "Show me to it and I'll see what I can do."

She stepped back slowly with a look of disappointment on her face. "It's in her bedroom." 

I followed her down a hallway and into her daughter's bedroom. "You'll have to pardon the mess in here. You know how it is with kids and their rooms."

I chuckled and said, "I know all about it. I raised two and they're rooms were just as bad as this one, if not worse."

I turned the computer on and hit the delete key to get into the setup program. Terry stood beside me and watched as I checked all the settings. They seemed to be fine, so I exited and let the computer boot up. Once it booted, I opened and closed a couple of programs I was familiar with, just to see how fast they opened. It was a little slow but not too bad. I opened the de-fragmentation program and found it had not been run since they had bought the computer. 

"Well, here's most of the problem." I told Terry. "This needs to be run at least once a week, more often if she uses the computer a lot."

Terry nodded and squatted down next to my leg and said, "You'll have to show her how to do this. Lonny always does mine and his when he's home."

"Why don't I just show you how and then you can show her and do your own," I said with a grin. 

She grinned back and laid her hand on my thigh. "I know how to do my own." She paused a second and then added, "Oh, you mean the computer."

I laughed and shook my head, "Yes, dear, that's what I meant." I started over and showed her how to run the program from the start.

Once the program was working at cleaning up the mess on the hard drive, Terry said, "That looks easy enough." She watched the screen for a moment or two as it slowly did its job. "Is this going to take long?"

I shrugged and said, "From the looks of it, it'll take a while, probably an hour at least.

She grinned mischievously and said, "Good, then you'll have time to look at mine."

"Your computer?" I asked with a grin of my own. 

She stood up and took my hand, "Well, to start with anyhow. After that, we'll see what happens."

I stood up and followed her to the other end of the house and into the master bedroom. A king sized bed dominated the room. It had a mirrored headboard and a full wooden canopy. In the corner of the room was a desk with a computer on it. She led me over to it and indicated that I sit down. 

"What seems to be the problem with this one?" I asked as I turned it on.

"For one thing, I can't seem to get the web camera to work. For another, I have entirely too much junk on it. Most of it is old jokes and e-mails that I have saved. Some of it is pictures, some of which I want to keep, and others I want to get rid of. The problem is that I'm scared to delete anything. I'm always afraid I'll delete the wrong thing and screw up the computer." She replied in a rush.

I chuckled and said, "As long as you stay in the My Documents directory, you can't hurt anything. Anyway, everything you delete goes to the trash bin. You can always retrieve it, if you make a mistake."

Terry laughed and squatted down next to me. "Like I tell Lonny, I'm a computer user and that's all I want to be. I don't know anything about them except how to go to the programs and web sites I like. Oh, I can save a file or send an e-mail and I can play games; that's about the extent of my knowledge."

"Well, let me get the web cam to working and then I'll teach you how to manage files and stuff." I told her.

"Ok, I'm going to go take a shower. I'll be back in a bit. If you need anything just yell." Terry said as she stood up and stretched.

I checked the camera and its hook up. Everything seemed to be fine physically. I opened the camera program and tried to run it. It came up with a message about the camera being in use by another program. I checked to see what else was running. There was nothing that remotely resembled another camera program. I decided to uninstall the camera and reload it. 

The uninstall went without a hitch but I could not find the disk to reload from. I searched the desk and drawers but came up empty. I went to the bathroom door and knocked. When Terry did not answer, I knocked again louder and called out to her. I knocked again and opened the door a crack. 

"Hey Terry, where is the disk for the web cam?"

I heard her say something but could not understand her, the running water was too loud, and the shower door farther muffled her voice. The water shut off and I heard the shower door slid open. 

"It's in on Lonny's desk somewhere," she said.

"Ok." I replied and started to close the door. 

"If you can't find it, let me know and I'll give you a hand. I'll even help you find the disk," she said with a chuckle and turned the water back on. I closed the door and went to find the disk. 

*****

I was installing the software for the camera when I heard he bathroom door open and glanced around to see Terry standing in the doorway with a large towel wrapped around her body. The towel covered her from her armpits to the middle of her thighs. Another towel was wrapped around her head, turban style. 

She was not showing much more than she had been in the tee shirt but there is something inherently sexy about a woman dressed in a towel. I wondered why that was for a second. The only answer I could figure was that most of the time the woman was naked under the towel. I chalked it up to a guy thing and went back to work on getting the camera set up.

She walked up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder, as she asked, "Well, how's it going?"

"I'm about to find out." I answered as I clicked on the camera icon. 

The camera program came up and I actuated the camera. The camera came up instantly, showing me sitting in the oversized office chair and Terry standing behind me rewrapping the towel. I only caught a glimpse of her bare hip and the side of one breast; just enough to know that she was nude under the towel. 

"Looks like its working fine," I said with a smile. 

She glanced at the screen and laughed as she got the towel adjusted to her liking. "Good, I've missed one of my favorite toys," she said with another laugh. 

I used the keyboard to adjust the focus. "Now that that's done, are you ready to learn how to clean up your files?"

She moved over beside me and squatted down. "Sure," she said. "Let's clean up the old e-mails I've saved first. Most can go but there are a few with pictures and jokes that I want to keep. I'm just not sure how to separate them from the e-mail and where to save them."

I pulled up her saved e-mail file and we started through them. The first couple of jokes she wanted to save, I showed her how. Then a picture of a beautiful redheaded woman came up in the next e-mail. She was naked and on her knees next to a bed giving someone a blowjob. It only took me a second to recognize the bed across the room in the photo. 

Terry laughed and said, "Damn, I had forgotten about that picture. Mary sent it to me because the one in my camera was all fuzzy. I want to save it somewhere so that I'll remember where to find it."

I looked over at her and grinned as I brought up windows explore and opened the My Documents file. I set up a Dump directory and then went back and copied the picture to it. I explained all the steps to Terry as I went. 

Another couple of e-mails later, we came to another picture of the same redhead, this time she was on the floor with a woman's head between her legs and another dick in her mouth. Whomever she was sucking on was the same guy as last time. I could not be sure but the head between her legs looked a lot like Terry's. 

"Busy lady" I muttered "and a damned happy one too." 

Terry laughed and replied, "Yes she was." 

I chuckled and told Terry to move the picture to the Dump directory as I had done the other one. She stood up, moved over, and sat down on my leg before she slowly went through the procedure. The way she was sitting, straddling my thigh, I could feel the heat of her sex through the towel. 

When she finished moving the picture, she sat up a little straighter and grinned. "That was easy enough," she said as she deleted the original e-mail. "Do the pictures stay in that Dump directory?" She asked.

I switched back to My Documents and then opened My Pictures and showed her how to make a folder with Barbara's name on it. That was the lady in the picture. 

"Just make a folder for each person or whatever you need to keep things organized. The jokes and such can go in folders in the main My Documents directory. Think of it as a digital filing cabinet." I told her.

"Hey this is a lot easier than I thought it was going to be," she said with a grin. "Let me do a few more, just to be sure I got it down."

She went through a half dozen more e-mails. She moved a joke and a recipe to folders she made and then she moved two more pictures of Barbara, one of which showed her licking Terry's pussy. One was an extreme close up that consisted of Barbara's tongue and Terry's hard pink clit. After Terry moved this one, she opened it and looked at it. She squirmed on my leg, as the heat from her sex got even hotter. 

"She sure was making me one happy camper, I guarantee you that. She teased and ate me for over an hour before she finally took me over the edge to a mind-blowing climax. She would bring me close and then she would pull back to lick my pussy or my ass and then she would bring me close again. By the time, she finally let me come, I was yelling my head off. Lonny stuck his dick in my mouth to quiet me down or so he said, but that just made me come harder." 

She laughed and added, "He said, I liked to have sucked it slam off him and that a Hoover had nothing on me. That'll teach him to be a smart ass."

She dropped her left hand to my lap and ran it over the hard-on under my shorts. She traced the outline of it with her hand and then gave it a light squeeze. 

"Damn, that's nice. I take it you like my pictures?"

"What's not to like?" I asked. "You're a beautiful lady and Barbara's a great looking lady also. The two of you together or separately would give any man a hard-on. If it doesn't, someone needs to shovel a little dirt because the guy is dead." I ended with a chuckle.

Terry grinned and stood up. She unhooked the towel and let it drop to the floor. Terry is short, around five two, blonde, and a real cutie. Without that towel, she was stunning. Her breasts, while small were perfectly formed with large dark circles under the large, hard, up turned nipples. 

As my eyes traveled slowly on down her body, I took in her flat stomach, narrow waist, and flared hips. There was a lot more woman under that towel and under the baggy, sloppy clothes she normally wore than I had ever imagined. 

She was a real blonde, as the small triangle of hair on her mound was the same honey shade as the hair on her head. The rest of her sex was cleanly shaven; the plump outer lips a light tan color. I let my eyes wander on down over her strong thighs and legs down to her tiny feet. I grinned and let my eyes slowly wander back up to her face.




Terry



As my eyes met hers, she asked, "Well, what do you think so far?"

Still grinning, I replied, "Gorgeous, just gorgeous."

She grinned and sat back down on my leg, her sex was like a branding iron on my skin. Her hand caressed my hard manhood through the shorts for a moment and then she went back to the computer, closed the picture, and went back to her e-mails. 

I put my right arm around her waist and rested my hand on her firm stomach just above her mound. She went through about a dozen e-mails and deleted most of them. One had a picture of a tall well-tanned nude blonde on a brilliant white beach. This one, she saved in a folder named sister and I asked her about it.

She chuckled, brought up another e-mail, and opened the photo attachment. There was about half a dozen more pictures of the same woman on the same beach. I could see a family resemblance in her face but the rest of the body was very different from Terry. She was tall and very slim, with small cone shaped breasts and narrow hips. 

As she moved the pictures to the new folder, Terry said, "This is my younger sister, she lives on one of the Caribbean islands and works at a nudist resort there. You should take a vacation and go down there sometimes; she would love to meet you, I'm sure. You're a nudist and she likes older men, so you two should get along great. I've mentioned you to her a couple of times, since you're the only nudist I know, and she seemed interested. Interested enough to ask for a picture anyway. When I told her that I didn't have one, she told me to get one."

I laughed and shook my head before I said, "Terry, you're almost too young for me. You're baby sister would be way too young to find anything interesting about an old fart like me."

Terry turned and looked at me before she said, "You're not old and you're very interesting, at least I think so. She would love you. She's younger than I am but she's a lot more mature than I am, in many ways. It's just a thought, which you should keep in mind. You never know, you might end up my brother." 

She laughed and clicked on the web cam icon. "Now that this is working, I'll get her a picture, ok?"

I laughed and said, "Ok." 

She leaned over, put her head next to mine, and took a picture. The picture clearly showed her as being nude, at least from the waist up. 

"Uh, what's your sister going to think of you sitting on my lap without any clothes on?" I asked.

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek, "My sister knows me, and she knows all about our life style. We went on vacation down there several years ago and believe me, she won't bat an eye at this picture." Terry pulled on the front of my t-shirt and added, "She might wonder why you have your clothes on more than why I have mine off. You're the nudist after all." 

Standing up, Terry said, "Why don't you get naked with me and I'll get her a better picture. Let me get the digital camera." She turned and went over to the dresser and opened a drawer.

I stood up, pulled the t-shirt off, and then kicked off my tennis shoes. As I slipped the shorts off, I asked, "You're going to scare her, sending a picture of a fat old man to her"

Terry turned around with the camera in her hand and froze. Her eyes were riveted to my manhood. After a moment, she grinned and licked her lips, she glanced up at my face, and then her eyes returned to where they had been. 

"I don't think that slight bulge around your waist is going to scare her, in fact she won't even see it for a while. Her eyes will be where mine are." Her eyes flicked up to my face and then back to my manhood. "Just how big is that thing anyway?"

I shook my head and chuckled, "Big enough to satisfy me at any rate."

She laughed, opened the cover to the camera, and took a picture of me. "Big enough to satisfy me too and then some," she said as she moved closer and took another picture. 

She lowered the camera and walked over to me, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, they did not meet by a half-inch or so. "Damn, you felt big through those shorts but I didn't think it was this big. It's not real long but boy, is it thick." She raised the camera and took a picture of her hand holding me. 

"That should get her attention," Terry said and laughed. Then she added, "It sure has mine."

Her hand gently caressed my shaft and then rubbed the head lightly. I felt a drop of pre-cum smear across her palm and she took her hand off me and looked at it. She grinned and licked her palm. 

"Ummm," she said and laid the camera on the desk as she knelt down in front of me. 

She took a lick up the bottom side of my shaft and teased the raised flange just below the head. As she dropped her head for another lick, I picked up the camera and took her picture. 

With a laughed she said, "I don't know if I'll send her that one or not. Lonny will get a thrill out of it though. He likes to watch me suck a dick, almost as much as I like to suck one." 

She pulled my manhood down until it was level with her face and then she licked at the clear drop of fluid on the tip. I took a picture of that and then another as she sucked on the head. She sucked a little more of the shaft in and swirled her tongue around the head. I groaned softly and she slipped me out of her mouth. 

"Oh, you like that do you?" She looked at my dick and then back up at my face. "I ain't sure how long I can do this; it's almost too big for my mouth. Why don't you get one more picture of me with as much of you in my mouth as I can get. Lonny with cum all over himself when I send it to him and it'll give me a thrill whenever I look at it." 

She sucked me back into her warm wet mouth and slowly worked down as far as she could. I groaned twice more from the feelings she was generating and almost forgot to get a picture when she could not go any farther. She had a little over half of me in her mouth when I took the shot and shortly after that, she had to come up for air. 

She worked her jaw from side to side and then chuckled, "Damn, I think I just about dislocated my jaw. Talk about a party favor, Barbara would have a fit over you. She has a bigger mouth than I do and loves everything oral. Once, she sucked Lonny and her husband both at the same time, you talk about a mouth full of meat, she had one. I think she came three times before she had to quit. I know she liked to have drown me." 

She kissed the tip once more and then stood up. "Lets send these pictures to my sister and to Lonny, ok."

I sat down in the office chair and she sat back down on my leg, the branding iron heat even more intense from her sex. After a moment, I wiggled my leg and she laughed and shifted her position, pressing her sex even tighter to me. 

"I'm putting my brand on you," she said and wiggled from side to side.

"No shit," I said and laughed. "That is one hot little box you've got there."

"Yeah it sure is and it stays that way most of the time. Lonny says the only reason I don't burst into flames is because it stays so wet down there all the time," she said with a laugh. 

I had my arm around her waist and as she said that, I let my hand slid slowly down to cup her mound and the upper part of her short sex. She was downloading the pictures from the camera and wiggled again as my middle fingertip brushed against the hard nub of her clit as it slipped easily between the slippery, wet folds of her sex. 

"Be very careful," she whispered. "Or you'll have a wild woman sitting on your lap in a minute. I was already turned on from you coming over here, then sitting here with just that towel on and looking at those pictures added to it. Seeing you naked for the first time and sucking on that dick of yours has me on a medium to high boil right now. If you play with that very much, I'm going to go ballistic in a hurry and I really want to take it slow and make myself wait, if I can."

I moved my hand up slightly and caressed her mound lightly. "Ok, I can wait, anyway I like slow and easy. It makes things last longer and then when you do go boom, it's so much more intense."

She nodded and said, "Ain't that the truth. After three weeks, I'm surprised I haven't gone boom already." 

She copied the pictures to a new folder with her name and mine on it and then set up an e-mail for her sister and then one for Lonny. Lonny got all the pictures of her sucking my dick and her sister got the ones of me, the one with Terry's hand wrapped around my dick, and the last one of Terry with her mouth full. 

"These should blow both their minds," Terry said with a chuckle. "Plus Lonny's cookies, if I know him. He won't get his until after supper tonight but he'll be on the phone quicker than shit when he does." She laughed and added, "I can just hear the phone sex we'll be having, right now. I'll give him all the details of what we do today and then we'll both come our brains out."

She sent the two e-mails and leaned back against me. I ran my hand up across her stomach and cupped her right breast gently before I gave it a light squeeze. Her back arched slightly pressing her breast tighter to my hand. I massaged the firm globe for a second and then pinched and rolled the hard nipple. She made a soft murmuring sound in her throat as the nipple grew longer and harder. 

"You like that, I see," I said softly and she nodded. 

I brought my other hand up and caressed her other breast the same way. She arched her back more and made a sound half way between a moan and a whimper. 

After a moment of me caressing and teasing both breasts, she sighed and whispered, "Oh yes, you have good hands and know how to use them. Lonny has big hands like you do and I'm going to die if I ever get all four of them on me at one time." 

When I kissed her neck and ran my tongue up along it to nibble at her ear lobe, she did moan softly. I kissed back down her neck and out along her shoulder. Her hand found my dick and she squeezed it. 

"Take me to the bed and fuck me. Please," she whispered huskily.

I picked her up in my arms, which I think surprised her, and carried her to the bed. I laid her down on it and crawled in next to her. She rolled over against me and we were locked in a gentle embrace and a passion filled kiss. Her leg came up over my hip and she rubbed her sex against me as she moaned, a shiver running through her body. 

I rolled over onto my back, taking her with me. She ended up straddling me, her hot sex pressed against the head of my manhood. She broke the kiss and sat up, pressing her sex tighter to me; the heat from her was incredible.

She placed her hands on my chest and rocked gently back and forth, my dick working deeper into her slit. She moaned and arched her back as another shiver ran up and down it. She stopped moving and sat there, perfectly still for nearly a minute. She opened her eyes and smiled down at me. 

"I was fixing to come," she said softly. "I will when you enter me and it's going to be awesome, so just hold onto me tight."

She lifted her hips and took a hold on my shaft with her hand, lifting it up to rub the head around her wet opening. She took a shuddering breath and centered it up on the hottest spot yet and then she lowered her hips. Her weight drove me into her about three inches. The heat was like sticking your hand in a fire and her sheath was squeezing me tightly. 

She yelled and then yelled again as her hips bucked and jerked. I held onto her hips, trying to keep myself inside her. Her orgasm was long and drawn out, I could feel her juices running down my shaft as she slowly settled downward on me. When about two thirds of my manhood was inside her, she suddenly lifted her hips slightly and lay down on top of me. She was breathing raggedly and her inner muscles were squeezing and rippling along my shaft and the head of my dick. 

We lay this way for a long time. I was beginning to wonder if she had gone to sleep, when she stirred and sighed deeply. "Damn, I needed that," she whispered as much to herself as to me. She lifted her head and smiled at me. "Somehow, my fingers and toys just don't satisfy like the real thing. Don't get me wrong, they're fun, but they just don't scratch that itch completely."

I smiled back at her and hugged her to me tighter. "Maybe it's more a matter of another warm body than it is the sex act itself."

She chuckled and nodded her head, "I think you may be onto something there." She wiggled on top of me and sighed, "You're comfy; big and solid." She giggled and wiggled her hips on my manhood, "I don't just mean that either." 

She giggled again. "I know one thing, if we do have that threesome, you're going to have to be where you are now. You have got me stuffed here and I don't think it would fit in my ass. Lonny's a tight fit there." 

She took a shuddering breath and let it out slowly. "God, I'll probably explode with the two of you in me. I'll blowup like a balloon with to much air in it."

I chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "You ain't even got all of me in you yet."

She wiggled her hips and giggled as a shiver ran up her body, "Yeah, I know." She sighed, laid her head on my chest, and kissed it. "I'm going to see what I can do about that in a minute, as soon as I get some energy."

I grinned as I rolled us over until she was on her back. I lifted my upper body with my arms and looked down at her. "You save your energy, just relax and let me see what I can do."

When I lifted my hips and pulled halfway out of her, she whimpered and bit her lower lip. When I lowered my hips and went back into her slowly, she moaned and lifted her hips to meet me. I fucked her slowly with medium length strokes, each punctuated with a whimper and a groan. 

When my hips touched hers, she rolled her hips up to press against me, she groaned even louder, a shudder running up her body. Her hands on my back gripped me tighter, her nails digging in slightly. We held still, our bodies pressed tightly together as another shuddering shiver ran up her body. She was squeezing and milking at my shaft with her hot wet sex.

Terry's hands relaxed and she took a long shuddering breath; there was a trembling in her hips. I knew she was very close to an orgasm. I held still until the trembling stopped and she opened her eyes. She smiled up at me and then grinned. 

"You're in trouble now, when I do go boom it's going to be twice as hard on you." Her hips trembled and her eyes closed, as I tightened my ass muscles and caused my manhood to move inside her. 

I did it again and she whimpered. "Oh shit! Don't! Please don't! I'm going to come if you do." She pleaded in a whispery voice.

I held still and let her relax again. She took a deep breath and let it out slow, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Damn! I could feel you swell up and then press tighter against the front of my vagina. I feel like I'm stretched to the limit now, and when you did that.... Damn!" She took another deep breath and let it out noisily. 

"What are you going to do when I pull almost all the way out and then ram it back in?" I asked with a grin. 

A shudder ran up her body and she whimpered just from the thought. "That's what I thought," I said and then did just what I had asked her about.

She froze as I moved my hips up, a wide-eyed deer in the headlights look on her face. When my hips went down, she yelled and bucked her hips as her nails raked my back. The yell went on as I lifted my hips and slammed into her again. Her whole body was trembling and jerking wildly as she came with a hot wet gush that worked its way down my shaft and out onto my balls. 

When I made a third solid stroke, the yell cut off sharply, and her hips moved up to meet me. Her eyes were now closed and her mouth was open, a slack look on her face. 

I fucked her with full hard strokes, her hips meeting me solidly at the bottom of each one. Her legs had come up off the bed, and were now wrapped around my hips. This tilted her ass up and seemed to line me up better in her hot boiling sex. 

She was so wet; I could hear a squishing noise, as I moved in and out of her. I felt my orgasm starting to build and I slowed my pace to hold it off. Terry's heels drummed on my lower back and I sped back up. 

A dozen strokes later, I was very close to coming, trying to hold it off by a force of will. Terry had started a wailing moan that was going up the scale and up in volume. She was now using her legs and back to ram herself against me at the bottom of each stroke. Her inner muscles were grabbing and sucking at me as I moved back and forth in her. 

With a loud groan, I planted myself as deep in her as I could and hunched with short sharp motions. She worked her hips with me and let out a yell as we came, together. I froze but she kept on moving wildly, her nails once more digging into my back. Between the two of us, she was flooding like a lake with a busted dam. 

Suddenly she was yelling even louder and her arms wrapped around me as she lifted herself completely off the bed. I moved back, wrapped my arms around her, and rolled over, sitting up as I did. As her weight settled on my lap, driving me a little deeper into her, she yelled again and wiggled her hips and ass. 

How long we stayed this way, I have no idea. I slowly came back to my senses hugging Terry tightly and rocking her gently. Her arms were tightly around me and her head was against my chest, a soft whimpering murmur coming from her throat. 

I took a deep breath and kissed her hair. She shivered as I did and mumbled softly. I stroked her hair and then her back; she hugged me tighter and murmured contentedly.

My manhood had softened to a semi hard state but did not seem to want to soften completely. It probably had to do with the steady heat of Terry's sex, still wrapped tightly around it. From time to time, her inner muscles would give a little twitch and then a light squeeze. Each time they did, she would shiver slightly and then sigh. 

I continued to stroke her back, as I would have done to reassure a child. Other than her size, there is nothing childlike about Terry, believe me, she is all woman. It just seemed to be the right thing to do at the time. She sighed deeply and snuggled her head against my chest. I kissed her hair and hugged her gently to me. 

She sighed again and whispered, "I think I hurt myself." She chuckled softly and added, "Be careful what you wish for, you might get it; and oh brother, did I. I knew sex with you would be good but wow." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I wonder how I could explain a second husband to the rednecks around here."

I laughed and hugged her tighter. "Your daughter would be more of a problem, not to mention Lonny."

She chuckled and nodded, hugging me back. "Then I'll just have to get you married off to my sister. That way we can at least keep it in the family." She chuckled again and I chuckled along with her. 

She straightened up and looked up at my face, smiling. I smiled back at her and then leaned over to kiss her. As the kiss went on for a few minutes, I felt her pussy tightening up around my manhood and start to pulse with little rippling waves. I tightened my ass cheeks to make it swell and jerk, which brought a soft moan from her. 

She broke the kiss and grinned at me. "Be careful or you're going to get me started again." When I made my manhood move again, she took a short sharp breath and grinned. "Oh, I guess that means you're not scared, huh?"

I grinned and leaned back, falling over onto my back with her on top of me. She ended up sitting on me with her feet, one at each of my shoulders. She had a wide-eyed expression for a moment and the grinned. "Damn, we sure get around don't we? I think we started out in this position, only facing the other direction. I'm just glad you're not fully hard like you were then or I'd have a problem." 




Terry



As I twitched my slowly hardening member, she moaned and closed her eyes for a second. "Oh shit! I'm in trouble now. In this position, I can't move without getting off you and with it growing, I'm going to have more than I can handle in a minute." 

She rocked her hips from side to side and groaned. "Oh, that feels so good, so very good."

When I twitched inside her again, she groaned and leaned back, resting her upper body on her arms, lifting her hips slightly to relieve the growing pressure in her sex. The only problem was that it also pressed me tighter to the front wall of her vagina. As she moved her hips slowly, up and then down, the head of my dick rubbed against that front wall. 

She groaned long and deep, her hips shivering. "Oh shit!" she whispered. "I'm not going to last very long like this."

I could not move very much with her in this position, so I grinned at her and said, "Well, I guess you'll just have to get off the pony ride then."

"Oh, hell no!" She shot back as she raised and lowered her hips again. 

The shiver was back in her hips and her stomach muscles jerked and rolled. "Oh God, I don't know what you're hitting in this position but...." 

Her hips lifted and she let out a yell as she slammed them back down, her orgasm rolling over her hard and fast, her hips jerking and rocking in quick short movements. The yell was now a grunting groan in time with her hips. 

She kept on moving and coming until her arms gave out and she lay down between my legs, pulling me part ways out of her pussy. This brought another loud yell and her legs up toward her stomach. 

I sat up quickly and grabbed a thigh in each hand, pulling her tighter to me. She yelled again and wiggled her butt from side to side, her legs now on my shoulders. I rocked back and forth, moving my manhood slowly in and out a little. 

She tossed her head back and forth on the rumpled sheet and grabbed a handful of it with each hand, pulling herself closer to me, a loud whimpering moan coming from deep in her chest. 

This went on for a couple more minutes and then she used her hands and legs to pull and push away from me. I eased my grip on her thighs and stopped moving as she did, letting her get away. She groaned loudly as I was pulled out of her and then she sighed, as she got far enough to roll over onto her side and curl up. 

"Oh God, enough!" she said hoarsely. 

I grinned and moved over to lay down behind her and cuddle with her. She shivered and then sighed as I hugged her to me. Her hard breathing slowed and my arm across her lower chest told me her heart rate came down. I kissed her on the neck below her ear and she shivered. 

After a while, she sighed and whispered, "I think I've finally met my match." She took a deep breath and giggled. "I've never called Uncle at sex before in my life. I always considered myself the Energizer Bunny when it came right down to it." She chuckled and cuddled back against me. "I think I'm going to sleep for about a week."

I grinned and replied, "Ok darlin, you do that. I'll hold you for a while and then I'll get dressed, then I'll finish up with your daughters computer and shut yours down." 

She nodded and sighed as I pulled the covers up over us. 

*****

Terry was snoring with a softly purring sound when I eased off the bed and went to the bathroom. I cleaned up and found my clothes before I went to check on her daughter's computer. It had finished defrag so I tested the speed with which it opened and closed a couple of programs. It was much faster so I shut it down.

Back in Terry's room, I shut off the web cam and brought up the software for it. I went through the video recording quickly and clipped it at the point I had pulled the covers up over us. 

Smiling, I found two blank CDs and copied the file to both of them. One I put in her CD player and the other I slipped into my work case. I deleted the file from the computer and turned the web cam back toward the chair.

I wrote her a quick Postit note and stuck it to her monitor. It just said, that I had really enjoyed myself and for her to call me when she woke up. That I had a big surprise for her and I hope she liked it.

*****

Our adventure has been going on for a couple of years now. There are now four of us as I'm with her sister, who moved back to the states. We both work at a nudist ranch about ninety miles from Terry and Lonny's house. If anyone is interested, let me know, I might write about some of the other times we have had.



Terry



I was a cock fiend & I knew it. Since my adventures had started with Chris, then Jay I'd craved cock. Not that I wasn't fucking Anne, my wife, in fact our sex life was considerably more enjoyable. But as much as I liked sex with her, there were pleasures only a man could give me & I wanted more.

My forays into the local video store had yielded some erotic thrills, so I decided to try a gay Male hook up website. No "dating", no "LTR", it was about random hook ups plain & simple. I took the plunge & waited.

I almost gave up, I received many flake messages & the rest were no shows. Weeks went by, then I found a local guy, not 2 miles away from where I lived, his profile looked OK, he sounded reasonable & sane & the pics were certainly attractive. His name was Terry, we swapped a few IMs & he suggested we meet. I turned up at the coffee shop we'd agreed on & sat down, my heart thumping.

To my amazement, after so many let downs, right on time he walked in. Based on his photo there was no mistaking his short, spiky blonde hair, muscle hugging T shirt & piercing blue eyes. I was taken aback, I'd not realized how short he was, maybe 5' 4", but he looked slim & muscular. He strode up confidently, giving me time to ogle his crotch & notice the wriggling bulge in his tight jeans. He stuck out his hand, "Greg?" he said, smiling. I nodded & we ordered Americanos & my heart thumped even more.

We actually talked for a lot longer than I'd anticipated. I wanted a quick, horny fucking but Terry wanted to take it a lot slower. He told me that he'd recently divorced, after raising a family of 2 daughters for over 20 years he'd been unable to hide from his wife that he preferred men & he'd come out. He seemed sad about it all. Then it was my turn & I told him about my sexual awakening. 

It seemed odd just to be sat in a coffee shop, ordinary folk not far away, as we talked about our desires. In fact it struck me that I'd never actually talked to ANYONE about it, rather I'd simply gone out & done it, the only talking had been limited to "Mmmm, nice cock...that feels good." & so on.

Suddenly he drew the conversation to a halt & said, "Soooo, do you want to come back to my place?"

Did I? Did I ever!

We drove the short distance to a small rambler & at the door he apologized for the mess. He'd only recently moved in & was remodeling, but it wasn't that bad apart from some piles of wood, kitchen cabinets stood in ranks ready to be installed & some wiring awaiting electrical outlets. We settled onto his leather couch in the living room & he lit a real wood fire.

Fancy a movie to get things started?" he asked & I nodded. He clattered trough a pile of DVDs & fired up the TV & slid a disk in. A quick selection with the remote soon had the boring bits of the movie out of the way & the screen was immediately filled with cocks being stroked, sucked & plunged into ass holes. My own cock stirred in response, catching up some of my pubic hair in a knot & making me uncomfortable. I reached for my groin to sort My Boys out & Terry noticed.

"Allow me." He reached over & unzipped my pants, it felt so erotic, his fingers dipped inside & running themselves up & down my hardening shaft. I reached over & returned the favor, finding his stiff cock with the palm of my hand. Soon we were both groaning with delight, eyes like slits, occasionally opening them wide to check in on the action going on in the movie. A guy was taking it up the ass while sucking off a big cock, while all around jocks stood, stroking huge hard ons.

He fiddled with my belt buckle & spread my jeans open, diving into the waist band of my boxer briefs & finding my throbbing cock head. I nearly leapt off the sofa. "OH! That's good." I groaned. I luxuriated like this for a while, but I was here for cock & before I got too hot under the collar & I likewise found his belt buckle, undid it & peeled down his jeans. 

There, under tight, black briefs, was a rock hard piece of meat. Not huge, 6.5 inches, not thick, kind of your average cock, but even through his briefs I could tell that it was unbelievably hard. I began to feel a strange sensation inside, I had to have that cock. As wonderful as it was to have Terry expertly stroking my own hard on I wanted his & I wanted it now.

I tugged at the waist band of his briefs & that was all it took for him to raise his ass off the sofa, allowing me to wriggle his underwear down, his glass cutter of a cock leaping out & standing incredibly erect. I let out an involuntary gasp of "WOW!"

Terry smiled, clearly flattered, "You like it?" I nodded dumbly, "You want it?" I jabbered something, "Wellll," he purred, "don't let me keep you."

I leant forward, taking one last look at his magnificent member, seeing it twitch slightly, then sank my lips around that shiny head. Terry gasped, resting a hand on my head & settled back. I bobbed, sucked, nibble & licked, my cock worshipping skills much improved by my encounters with Jay, I breathed through my nose to stop me coming up for air & sank all the way down, my spare hand finding his nuts & gently squeezing them.

He came suddenly. One moment there was a small dribble of pre-cum which I'd barely registered on my tongue, then he was gushing in my mouth. I sucked every last drop of him down as his shudders went over the edge & finally subsided. I sat up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand & savored his taste. His cock gave one last twitch then began to shrink. "Thanks," he said in a dreamy way, eyes half closed.

I was a bit disappointed, I'd hoped not to get him off so soon but took it as a compliment on my cock sucking skills. However I wasn't going to be disappointed for long. After a brief respite Terry got up to use the bathroom & came back in with some cold drinks. He sat down on the couch again & we watched some more of the movie & chatted. Slowly but surely, out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock rising again.

"Holy shit, Terry. The monster is awake again." He looked down at his growing hard on & laughed. We watched the movie some more & I tipped my drink back to finish it off, suddenly aware that a hand was again on my crotch, rubbing down past my cock, my aching balls & further down between my legs. I discarded my empty can, lifted my hips & scooted my pants down to my ankles. Terry's hand explored further & further, down to where the crack of my ass started, one fingertip brushing agonizingly close to my asshole. I squirmed in pleasure. I was so horny.

Suddenly he stopped & stood up. With a nod & a wink he pointed to a door & said softly "Come on." We both kicked off the pants from our ankles & I followed him into what I'd hoped for, the bedroom. We undressed, Terry taking a moment to rub my ass & comment "Nice."

Terry was one to talk. Fully naked it wasn't only his cock that was hard, he was utterly ripped. Not overly muscular, just really well defined, not an ounce of fat. I felt somewhat inferior! Not that it seemed to bother him, he stepped forward & embraced me, his hands searching out my ass again. Despite our height difference he tried to kiss me & I flinched which seemed to disappoint him.

"Sorry," I explained, "I should've said. It's the one thing I don't like doing with another guy." He looked at me searchingly, so I added, "Nothing personal. It's the same with any guy. I can't explain." He seemed to accept this, shrugging & muttering OK. We lay down on the bed & I began to run my hands all over his tight body, sucking his nipples & nibbling his ear lobes.

"JESUS! STOP!" he sad, pushing me off. I was worried I'd bit him. "You do all this but no kissing?" he was amused & gave a slight laugh.

"You don't like it?" I asked, always sure to communicate.

"Oh hell no," he giggled, laying back, "Have at it. I just ...oh never mind." He reached out to me & once more my lips found his earlobes while my free hand stroked his now fully rigid cock. Man, what a rod of steel. He giggled & wriggled again & I realized that Terry was ticklish.

But soon his hands started their own journey across my tingling skin. At first on my head, guiding my lips to where they could deliver the most pleasure, then my shoulders, my back & once more down to my ass. I shivered at every touch. "You want me?" he whispered in my ear, "Do you want me in your ass?" I trembled with anticipation & excitement, "You want me to fuck your ass?"

"Yes," I whispered back, as his ear passed close to my lips, his breath on my neck as he nibbled away, "fuck me. Fuck my ass, I want you, I want you inside me." I whispered in a trembling voice. Then reality set in.

The difference in height was a problem. Previously I'd simply bent over, either leaning against a wall, or a table, but preferably on all fours, doggy style. That wasn't going to work, so he had me lay fat, face down on the bed, with a pillow under my hips. Two hands on my ankles spread my legs & when I looked around Terry was rolling on a condom, a bottle of lube by his knee.

"Some ass!" he commented, an appreciative smile on his face. 

"Thanks," I said, "I've been working out a lot more recently."

"Let's see if it feels as good as it looks." I heard the cap of the lube bottle snap open, "OK, spread those cheeks!"

I reached behind & pulled my butt open, feeling the shock of cold lube being drizzled onto my hole, shortly followed by the electric tingle of a slimy finger rubbing around my sphincter & popping inside. I let out an involuntary gasp as the first wave of pleasure ran through me & my cock began to throb as it grew harder & harder.

This reverie didn't last long, soon the bed wobbled & Terry was on top of me, his breath on the back of my neck causing the hairs there to stand up & goose bumps run over my skin. I felt the first bump of his cock against me, man it felt like iron, then it slid around, searching out my hole. I was so horny for his rock hard meat & I wasn't disappointed by how it felt when he found my open ass & began to slide right in, slowly, agonizingly slowly. 

Perhaps he was being gentle with me but I couldn't stand it & after what seemed like forever he still wasn't all the way in. Suddenly I found myself saying, "Terry, fuck me, fuck my ass, slide it in!"

There was a moment's hesitation & a "Uh?" before he replied with a whispered "Well alright then." & with that sank his hard shaft into me, spinning my mind into a frenzy until the heat of his crotch resting against my butt cheeks & the bump of a warm, rubbery sack told me that he was balls deep.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah," he sighed, "My cock is loving your ass."

In a dream I pulled my arms up & grabbed onto the sheets, "And my ass is loving your cock." I could feel the pulse of his throbbing member deep inside me, he felt thicker than before, it felt even harder & it felt good. Then he started to move his slim hips. Not much at first, I was so horny I wanted more but with each thrust he eased into me a little further until he rested on top of me & a warm, rubbery bump against my ass cheeks told me he was balls deep.

Slowly he began to build a rhythm, I groaned & writhed in ecstasy as his rock hard cock rode my asshole. Occasionally he would gasp, grunt, pant & muter' Oh yeah...mmm. Yeah, fuck yeah!" M reply to which was to urge him on with "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me harder!"

I looked over to the mirrored doors on the bedroom closet & saw his lean frame working away at driving his hard meat into me in a flowing, erotically natural motion. Raising himself off the bed the muscles of his triceps & chest stood out, the cheeks of his ass clenching with each downward motion, the little beads of sweat sometimes glinting as they began to collect on his forehead.

Raised up as he was he became more energetic, banging me harder & harder, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. I knew he would come soon & slightly raised my hips so I could reach my own cock & started to stroke it, as I wanked away at my shaft the little pleasure spot under the tip of my cock brushed against the crisp cotton sheets adding a delicious new twist.

Terry let out a sudden "Ohhh!" & I felt a tremor run through his body, then came another & suddenly he was arched way up, grunting, gasping & straining, letting out a ragged "Uunnnh! F-f-f-fuck!" It was all I needed & suddenly I spat my own, satisfying load, feeling the warm stickyness spread up my belly, my ears humming & stars dancing before my eyes.

We lay there for a while, both pating. "Wow!" I finally managed to croak, shocked that the voice that came out sounded nothing like me. "Wow!"

"PHEW!" Terry yelped & slapped my ass, sending thrills through my body once more, mere faint echoes of my orgasm, "Yeah, wow, that was fun. That really is some quality ass you've got there."

I sank back onto the bed & managed to groan "Thanks." Then just lay there panting.

Through half open eyes I saw Terry pull off the condom, a thick dollop of milky white cum drooping from the end & he headed off to the bathroom. I heard the shower get turned on. When he came back he had a towel & was rubbing himself down. "You OK?" he asked.

"Nyurgh." Was all I could reply.

I took a towel from him & wiped down the cum on my belly, then looked up at him from the bed, propping myself up on one arm & reached out to stroke his limp cock. "I'd love it if you fucked me again, you were awesome." A smile played across his face as I curled my fingers around his cock once more & gently stroked it up & down. "I'm sorry about the bed." I said, looking over at the dark, damp patch.

Terry just shrugged, "It's nothing, next time we'll put a towel down first." he said as I continued to stroke away.

Suddenly I felt his cock grow in my hand again. I looked down at his stiffening member, as it grew & firmed. "Well," I Said, laughing, "I hope you've got a lot of towels because I think we're going to need them."

And yes, we needed them.