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Two For One

By: Cal Y. Pygia



Matt Powers had bought a newspaper and a cup of coffee and come to the park, where he could sit in the shade and read as he enjoyed the hot beverage. He'd been divorced for two years, and his days were mostly empty, so he invented such routines as enjoying his daily newspaper over a cup of coffee in the park to fill the vacant hours. He liked the park's shade trees, flowering shrubs, and green grass. He also liked being surrounded by families and by single mothers and their children. He didn't feel as alone or lonely, surrounded by young women and laughing, shouting children.

Today, there was an especially good looking woman to ogle. He wasn't making much progress in reading his paper. Instead of scanning the headlines and perusing the articles that caught his attention, he found himself studying the young brunette with the long, curling tresses. She was beautiful. Full-bosomed and leggy, with a great ass, she had a lovely face, too, with dark Bambi eyes, thick with long lashes. She had a girl with her, about four years old, whom she called Susie. It was her daughter, Matt supposed. After swinging Susie, she played with her on the playground equipment that resembled a gigantic gerbil habitat. Susie climbed through its maze of bright tunnels, to the top of an attached sliding board. She looked down the spiraling trough, and began to cry.

"It's all right, honey," the brunette reassured her. "Come on down."

Susie wailed.

Other kids were stalled behind her.

"Come on down," the dark-haired woman encouraged her again. "I'm right here, waiting for you."

"No!" Susie shrieked. "I'm scared!"

The other children were becoming annoyed. "Go on!" a chubby boy demanded.

"Yeah," another, skinny boy agreed. "Get out of our way!"

"Maybe we should help her down," a freckle-faced redheaded girl suggested. "Give her a little push."

"Don't you dare!" the brunette ordered. "I'm coming up to get her."

Matt smiled. He liked this good looking babe. He'd done the same thing, if it had been his daughter at the top of the slide.

The brunette managed to twist her way through the bright plastic tubes. A minute later, she scooted up behind Susie. "Ride down with me, sweetie," she suggested.

The little girl still looked frightened, but it was obvious that she trusted her rescuer. She nodded. "Okay, Donna."

Matt frowned. He didn't like the fashion of children, young or old, calling their parents by their first names. The woman didn't seem to mind, though. She just smiled, enclosing Susie in her arms, and, together, they slid down the sliding board, circling round and round as the trough spiraled down to the ground. They slid off the end of the board, landing in the sand.

"That was fun!" Susie cried. "Can we do it again?"

Donna laughed. "Not today, sweetie, but we will again soon."

"Aw, Donna!"

Inwardly, Matt cringed. It was disrespectful, he thought, for a child to call its mother by the mother's given name.

"We have to get you home. Don't forget Betty."

Susie frowned as she stooped to retrieve the dark-haired doll she'd set on the ground before entering the twisted tubes of the gigantic gerbil habitat.

Donna took the little girl's hand. They walked across the park, toward their car. On the way, Susie dropped her doll. Neither she, Donna, nor Matt noticed.

Matt wanted to follow them, but he was afraid to do so. The woman might not welcome his company. She might think he was some sort of creep, stalking her or, worse, Susie. He glanced at his newspaper and coffee. Suddenly, his daily routine didn't seem appealing. He crumpled the newspaper and pitched it and the coffee cup into the nearby wastebasket. Feeling foolish and reckless, he trotted across the park, to catch up with Donna and Susie. He had no idea what he'd say to them, but he'd think of something. He had to! He couldn't let this beautiful, sweet, kind lady slip away without at least trying to ask her for a date.

As he sprinted across the park, he almost stumbled on the doll he'd seen Susie pick up from the grass. She must have dropped it, he thought. He smiled, picking up the doll. Returning Betty to Susie was the perfect excuse for following Donna and Susie to their car! Providence was smiling upon him today.

"Excuse me," he called, as he ran the last few yards that separated him from Donna and Susie. "Your daughter seems to have dropped her doll."

Donna frowned. "My daughter?" she asked. "Oh! You mean Susie."

"Isn't she your daughter?" Matt asked. "I just assumed. . . ."

"She's my niece. I'm babysitting for my sister while she's interviewing for a job. Susie and I were just going back to her house."

"I see." Matt handed the doll to Susie.

Susie beamed.

"Say 'thank you' to the nice man," Donna prompted her niece.

Susie looked at Matt. "Thank you," she repeated, her manner, like her voice, shy.

Matt smiled at her. "You're welcome, Susie."

Donna looked at him. "Thanks," she said. "Betty is her favorite doll. If she lost her, I don't know what she'd do. I don't know what I would do."

"I have a daughter of my own, about Susie's age," Matt said. "I know how important a little girl's doll can be."

"You do?" Donna looked dismayed. "You're married?"

"Divorced. Two years now."

"Oh. I'm sorry," Donna said.

She didn't look, Matt thought. She looked hopeful--or was he imagining that she looked hopeful because he wanted her to look that way.

Donna hesitated, waiting, as she gave him a chance. When Matt didn't say anything further, she smiled at him again. "Well, I have to get Susie home."

"Take good care of Betty," Matt told Susie.

The little girl smiled. "I will," she promised. She climbed into the car seat that was strapped to the automobile's rear seat. Donna fastened the car seat's safety belts. Then, she climbed into the front, behind the steering wheel, and started the engine. "Thanks again," she said, smiling. Deep dimples appeared in her lovely face.

As she backed the car out of her parking space, Matt cried, "Wait!" His voice was full of panic.

Donna slammed on the brakes, and the car came to an abrupt stop. Her eyes were wide with concern. "What is it? What's wrong?"

God, Matt thought. He was such an ass. He'd scared the hell out of Donna and, most likely, Susie, too. He swallowed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

She frowned. "What is it?" she repeated.

"I was wondering--I mean--I'd like to ask--would you like to go somewhere this Saturday? Dinner? A movie?"

Donna laughed.

Matt blushed, thinking she must suppose he's an idiot.

"I was hoping you'd ask," she said.

Matt looked surprised. "You were?"

"You're a good looking guy," she confessed, "and sweet. You seem kind and considerate and caring."

"I am," Matt blurted.

Donna smiled. "And modest, too, right?"

He blushed more deeply. "And stupid," he said.

"Pick me up at seven? I'm dying to see Horror Hotel." She looked sheepish. "I love horror movies."

"I do, too. I'd love to see that movie."

"Be careful," Donna warned. "When I get scared, I hold on tight to the person next to me."

Matt blushed. Donna could hold on tight to him anytime, anyplace, he thought.

"By the way, my full name is Donna Summers." She gave him her address and telephone number. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me, too."

"Bye, mister," Susie called from the back seat.

"Bye, Susie," Matt answered.

Donna completed backing out of her slot. She waved to Matt as she drove away.

Matt returned her wave, "See you soon," he muttered, smiling. He couldn't believe his luck! Donna was gorgeous, and she'd agreed to date him. Providence really was smiling upon him.

All the rest of the week, Matt thought of nothing else but Donna. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He recalled her dark eyes, with their long, thick lashes; the high cheekbones, pink with the faintest hint of blush; the full, sensuous lips, soft-looking as rose petals; the heart-shaped face framed by the long, curling tresses of lustrous black hair. He recalled her full, high, round breasts; her taut tummy; her narrow, boyish hips; her long, sleek legs; and her round buttocks. Thinking about her made him hard. His penis stiffened and swelled, and he wanted desperately to masturbate to relieve the sexual tension that demanded release, but he refrained. Somehow, masturbating to fantasies about Donna would cheapen the real thing, he thought. When he came, he wanted to be inside her, with her nails in his back and her thighs around his legs, squeezing as she pitched and rolled beneath him, wet and wild and moaning with pleasure.

He flossed and brushed his teeth shaved, showered, applied deodorant and after shave lotion, and dressed in casual, but expensive, clothing--gray slacks and a red polo shirt, with a charcoal blazer, and loafers.

It was all he could do to refrain from speeding as he drove to her house, a brick rambler in a charming neighborhood a half hour's drive from his own condominium. Carrying a dozen long-stemmed roses, he told himself not to run as he walked up her sidewalk, past flanking junipers, and rang her doorbell.

A moment later, the front door opened, and Matt frowned, puzzled, at the handsome, dark-haired man who stood on the other side of the threshold, who wore slacks, a shirt, and a pair of loafers similar to Matt's own.

"May I help you?" the man asked.

Matt looked at him more closely. There was a strong resemblance between him and Donna. Maybe he was Donna's brother, Matt thought hopefully. "I'm here to see Donna," he replied.

"Donna?"

"We're going to a movie," Matt explained.

"Let's go," the man said.

Matt frowned, taking a step back from the doorway. "What?"

"I've been waiting all week to see Horror Hotel," the man declared. "Haven't you?" The first sentence was spoken in the same tenor voice that the man had used to speak to Matt before, but the question was spoken in the sultry, feminine voice that Donna had employed when she'd spoken to matt in the park.

Matt was confused. "I don't understand," he said.

The man smiled. Deep dimples appeared in his face as he looked at his puzzled date through his dark, sparkling eyes. "I'm Donna," he announced, "and Don. I'm a transsexual."

Matt's eyes widened under arched brows. "Huh?"

"You know. A shemale."

Matt shook his head, trying to comprehend what the handsome stranger was saying to him.

"If you want to change your mind about our date, I'll understand," Don said.

Matt didn't know what to say. Donna was beautiful. Donna was sweet. Donna was sexy. Don was handsome, too. He seemed kind as well. Matt tried to resist the idea that Don was sexy, too, but he couldn't, because he was sexy. Matt found that he was attracted to Don, just as he'd been attracted to Donna.

"Whoever becomes my boyfriend doesn't get just a woman or a man; he gets both and neither," Don informed Matt. "With me, a guy gets two for one."

Matt remained silent. He remained confused and uncertain. Did he want two for one?

"If you want to change your mind about our date, I'll understand," Don repeated.

"No," Matt heard himself reply. "I don't want to change my mind." He held the roses out to Don. "I brought you these," he said.

Don accepted the bouquet, sniffing the roses. "They're beautiful,: he said. "Come in, please. I'll just put these in a vase of water and, now that I know it's me you're interested in, and not just tits and ass, I'd like to change. If we're going to snuggle in a movie theater, I think it's best for me to wear something a little more feminine, like a skirt and blouse and heels."

Matt looked relieved. "Thanks."

"A girl wants to look her best when she's watching a horror movie and holding onto her man for dear life."

The thought of Don-Donna clutching him tightly in the dark made Matt's cock swell again. Dating a shemale was going to give him many more erections, he thought happily. After all, he would be getting two genders for one, and he was aroused by both. With a transsexual lover, he'd be getting the best of both worlds, that of the male's and that of the female's. Yes, Providence was smiling upon him, for sure!

"I'll be just a minute," Don said.

True to his word, a minute later, Donna appeared, lovelier than ever. She draped her dainty hand over Matt's forearm, and Matt escorted her across the threshold, down the steps of her front stoop, past the junipers that lined her sidewalk, and to his car, opening the passenger door for her, before climbing behind the steering wheel and starting the engine. As they drove to the movie theater, Donna put her hand on Matt's thigh, caressing his leg through his slacks, and Matt's cock bulged.

"I'm glad we found one another," Donna said.

"Me, too," Matt agreed. He muttered a silent prayer of thanks to God, whose providence he appreciated more than he could ever say.

Two for One



My sister, Sandra, is 35 years old, and 3 years older than me. I have known for quite some time that my sister is bi-sexual, but she has just recently informed my parents that she is living with a woman, and it's more than a platonic relationship. I was introduced to my sister's girlfriend over the holidays, and was pleasantly surprised. Kelly is 25, blonde hair, with long legs. She stands about 5' 8", has a very pretty face, but smallish, almost non-existent breasts. Sandra, has dark hair, is about 5' 3", but has large 36D breasts. When I was going through puberty I would sneak peaks at my sister when she was in the shower or getting dressed, and would beat off thinking about those big boobs, with the large pink areolas.

After college, I moved about 60 miles away from home for work, but my sister still lives in our hometown, and now shares a house with Kelly. A couple months ago I had business in our hometown and rather than stay in a motel my sister invited me to stay overnight at her house. I arrived around 7:30 and was greeted at the door by Kelly. When she opened the door, she was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, without any bra, as I could see her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. Before I knew it, she stepped forward and gave me a big hug. I was somewhat startled as I had only met her once before, but this was a pleasant surprise. I was able to pull away before my growing member became too obvious. 

Kelly told me that my sister was at the store, and would be back soon. She showed me to the guest room, and asked if I'd like something to drink. 

I said it would be great if she could get me a beer while I changed clothes. When I finished changing, I walked to the living room, and found Kelly and my sister kissing each other passionately. I cleared my throat, and they turned and broke their kiss, both of them looking a little embarrassed. Sandra handed me my beer, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, as that was our normal greeting. Kelly and Sandra were drinking white wine and I was drinking my beer as we sat around the kitchen table just chatting. 

Sandra complained that she had strained her back at work that day, so Kelly suggested that she go for a soak in the hot tub. I got up to get another beer, while my sister went to her room to change into her swimsuit. Kelly had gone out back to make sure the water temperature was okay, and I poured her and my sister another glass of wine. 

My sister came back into the kitchen area wearing a thong bikini, and I was taken aback by how good she looked. Maybe it was the two beers without dinner that was affecting my judgment, but for the first time in a long time I was looking at my sister as a woman, and not just my sister. Her large breasts were spilling out of her top, and her recent infatuating with running had done wonders for her ass. It was round, and high and tight. The thong left nothing for the imagination.

Sandra went out to the hot tub and Kelly went with her. Kelly was standing outside the tub while Sandra was relaxing in the warm, bubbling water while I popped open another beer in the kitchen. I was thinking to myself that if I played my cards right, maybe I'd get a chance to spy on them while they had sex later that night. Those cards would have been a pair, but little did I know that I had just drawn a full house! 

After a few minutes Kelly came back inside and said that my sister felt that they were abandoning me and said that Kelly and I should join her in the hot tub. 

I told Kelly that I hadn't brought a swim suit with me, so I would take a pass. She was pouring another couple glasses of wine and said that I could just wear my underwear, and she would do the same. I was still a little reluctant, so Kelly stepped out of her sweats and stood before me in her tank top and a pair of thong underwear. "Come one and join us" she said, and she stepped out of the kitchen and into the backyard, carrying the two glasses of wine. 

"Don't be a party-pooper" my sister called from the hot tub, "it's not big deal, it's just like a swimsuit" she said.

"What the hell" I thought, so I took off my shirt and pants and walked out into the backyard in just my boxer-briefs. Staring at Kelly in her underwear had given me a "semi", so there was something of a bulge in my package as I approached the hot tub. 

Sandra and Kelly began whistling and cat-calling me, as they noticed what was preceding me across the yard. I hurriedly hopped into the tub to avoid any further embarrassment. Kelly and Sandra were cuddled up next to each other as I took a seat across from them. 

Kelly teased Sandra saying "your brother seems to be packing something bigger than that new strap-on we just bought". 

My face must have been turning three shades of red with embarrassment, but I was a little flattered at the same time. 

Kelly asked if it were true that guys always got turned on by watching two women kiss? 

I told her that not "always", but usually, especially if the women were good looking. 

She then asked, what about two women who looked like her and my sister? 

I told her I believed that most guys would definitely be turned on by that. Before I could say anything else, Kelly turned to my sister and began tongue kissing her and fondling her breasts. Through her water-soaked t-shirt I could see Kelly's nipples hardening and sticking straight out through the material.

As quickly as they started kissing, Kelly broke the kiss and asked if that had turned me on?

I was embarrassed to admit that my cock had grown almost to its full length, so I tried to explain that it was different if one of the women was your sister. 

Kelly could see I was fudging with the truth, so she glided over to me and grabbed my cock under the water. "If your cock is this big without being turned on, I can't wait to see it at it's full size" she said as she gave me another quick squeeze before sliding back over next to Sandra. Her hand fell below the water line, and I could tell she had placed it between Sandra's legs as my sister's hips were rocking back and forth, causing small waves in the hot tub. 

"Didn't Sandra tell you I'm bi" Kelly asked? "She didn't tell you that I had never been with a woman before your sister corrupted me?" 

Sandra tried to interject, but before she could Kelly must have slipped at least one finger into her pussy because Sandra's voice caught in her throat and she threw her head back and closed her eyes. 

"Well, she's told me lots of things about you Sam", Kelly continued. "Sandra told me how you used to spy on her when you were kids. She also told me that she would spy on you when you were jerking off in your room or in the bathroom. You didn't know she was turned on the by the sight of your hard cock, did you?"

"Kelly, that's enough!" shouted Sandra, as she pulled away and jumped out of the hot tub. "I told you those things in confidence" cried Sandra as she stormed off, back into the house. 

"Don't worry about her, she's just a little embarrassed" said Kelly. "She'll be fine, and she'll thank me for it in the morning" Kelly asserted with a wink. Kelly glided across the water, and sat on my lap with her arm around my neck. My hardon was pressed against her tiny little ass, and she wriggled a little bit as she came to rest. 

"Mmm, that feels nice. I haven't had a real cock since I started with your sister 6 months ago." "Wait here for about 15 minutes, then come looking for us in the bedroom" said Kelly. She gave me a quick kiss, and hopped out of the hot tub and walked back into the house, shaking her tight little ass for my viewing pleasure. 

Those next 15 minutes were the longest minutes of my life. I couldn't believe what I was thinking I was about to do, but I was more than ready to do it.

I stepped out of the hot tub, and stripped out of my soaking wet underwear, wringing out the water as I walked toward the sliding glass door. As I walked through the door, I could hear soft music coming from down the hallway and could see the flicker of candlelight in the darkened corner of the house. I softly walked down the hall, toward the sound of the music. It was coming from the master bedroom, and when I got there the door was about half way open. I looked into the room, and there on the center of the bed was my sister, completely naked, lying face up with Kelly lying with her head between my sister's legs. 

Kelly was also totally naked and I watched as her ass twitched from side to side as she stroked my sister's pussy with her tongue. Sandra's eyes were closed, and I once again was staring at those wondrous tits, with their pink areolas and large nipples. Sandra was moaning, and I could hear Kelly slurping up Sandra's juices as she began to buck on the bed. 

Kelly wrapped her arms around Sandra's thighs to hold her tight as Sandra screamed in orgasm and collapsed onto the bed. Kelly remained between Sandra's legs, lapping up her juices. 

Just then, Sandra looked up and saw me standing in the doorway, absent-mindedly stroking my cock. Sandra jerked her head to the side, looking away from me. I was about to retreat to my room to jerkoff when I saw Kelly looking at me, and motioning me to join her on the bed. I slowly walked across the room, the sweet smell of sex was mixing with the scent of vanilla from the burning candles, causing my cock to get even harder. 

Kelly patted the bed next to where she lay, between my sister's legs, as she spread Sandra's legs even further apart. Now Kelly and I were both lying between my sister's legs, and I could see the moisture glistening from her pussy, mere inches from my face. Kelly kissed me and I could taste my sister's juices on her tongue. Kelly turned from me and went back to licking my sister's outer lips. 

After a few seconds she said "mmm, Sam, come taste your sister's cum". 

Sandra quietly said "no" and tried to push my head away, but Kelly removed her hand from my head as I drove my tongue into her pussy. "Ahhh", she cried in ecstasy as she pounded her fists into the bed, and thrust her hips upward forcing my tongue deeper into her snatch. She tasted even sweeter than I had imagined all those years ago in my bed at night. 

Kelly and I began taking turns, licking my sister's lips, and clit, and tongue fucking her slit until Sandra came twice more.

"I've tasted Sandra, now I want to taste her brother" proclaimed Kelly as she rose to her knees and began teasing my cock with her tongue. She was cupping my balls with one hand while she licked up and down the 8 inches of my dick with her tongue. 

At the same time, Sandra and moved around and had positioned herself underneath Kelly so that she could eat her pussy while Kelly sucked my cock. After teasing me with long licks like you would a lolly pop, Kelly finally took the head of my dick into her mouth as she pumped the shaft with her hand. Her lips and cheeks were spread wide as she tried to get more of my cock into her tiny mouth. I was tweaking her erect nipples as my sister sucked on Kelly's clit, sending shivers through her body, which I could feel on my dick. 

I was really getting into it now, and I grabbed Kelly by the ears and began fucking her face while my sister was slapping her ass and tongue-fucking Kelly's pussy. I could feel Kelly's body tensing in orgasm as I blew my load down the back of her throat. Kelly's throat contracted reflexively, taking every drop of cum I had to offer.

We all fell into a pile in the middle of the bed, with Kelly's head resting near my semi-hard rod. "Come taste this" Kelly said to Sandra, meaning my cock. 

Sandra just shook her head "no" at first. 

"Come on, you know you want to" Kelly said, as she grabbed Sandra by the hand and pulled her toward my waiting cock. 

Sandra leaned forward, and I could feel my sister's breath on my cock, which caused it to twitch as it began to fill with blood once again. She lightly flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue, and my dick jerked upward hitting her in the lips. With that, she grabbed it around the shaft and sucked the head into her mouth. 

This was completely surreal, this was my sister with my cock in her mouth! I could feel the heavy weight of her breasts pressing against my thighs, which only made my cock harder. As it swelled some more, I heard my sister begin to gag on its length as she took it down her throat. Her nose was pressed against my pelvis and I could feel the tip of my cock pressed against the back of her throat. 

"You never knew your sister was such a great cock-sucker, did ya" asked Kelly? "Now I want to see if you can eat pussy as good as your sister can" she demanded. 

With that, Kelly climbed above my face, and squatted down so that her pussy lips were resting just above my nose. I arched my head back, and began licking her outer lips. 

Kelly let out a soft moan, and sank lower so that her ass was resting on my forehead, giving me greater access to her snatch. She was rotating her hips as I licked and sucked at her pussy lips and clit. Just then, I felt Sandra's mouth leave my swollen cock. I tried to look and see what she was doing, but my view was blocked by Kelly's body. 

I felt a hand on my shaft, pulling it straight up toward the ceiling. A second later I felt my cock engulfed by warm flesh. Kelly readjusted her position, and I could see my sister was now riding my manhood. She was grinding back and forth, while she and Kelly kissed and stroked each other's tits. I now had Kelly's clit firmly between my teeth and was sucking on it with all my might, when she came in a gush all over my face. She almost fell forward, but was caught by my sister who was now beginning to thrust up and down on my shaft.

Kelly spilled over to the side, and my sister leaned forward so that I could suck her nipple into my mouth. I reach around and grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands and began to help her ride up and down my cock. Sandra grabbed my head and pulled it forward so that I could suck more of her tit into my mouth. She leaned back a little bit and pressed her tits together with her hands so that I could lick and suck on both of her nipples at the same time. 

I was concentrating so hard on those tits that years earlier I had only dreamt about, that I hadn't noticed where Kelly had gone. However, I soon felt a warm liquid dripping onto my balls. I took my attention from my sister's boobs for a second and looked behind her to see Kelly kneeling behind her wearing a strap-on, and slathering some kind of lube on to the dildo and onto my sister's ass. 

Sandra stopped moving, and I spread her ass cheeks apart with my hands. Kelly moved closer with the strap-on, and then Sandra let out a short gasp, and fell forward upon my chest as the head of the dildo slipped past her sphincter.

As Kelly slid the dildo into my sister's ass, I could feel it pressing against my own cock through the thin folds of Sandra's flesh. This caused my cock to grow even more. Once Kelly had pressed the full length into my sister's ass, she began thrusting in and out. I held Sandra's body tight upon my cock as an anchor as Kelly began pounding her ass with the dildo. 

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass" Sandra began to scream in a tone I had never heard before. 

My sister had become just another fuck toy and wanted to be used. As Kelly pounded her ass, I began to thrust my hips, shoving my cock up her twat to match Kelly's motions. In no time at all, Sandra was shuddering in orgasm after orgasm. I could feel my balls tightening, and let loose with a deep thrust and a scream as I filled my own sister's pussy with my cum. 

The three of us collapsed into a pile on the bed and slept for a few hours. 



Two for One



I was having one of those "I feel sorry for myself" days. I had been with Don a few days earlier and as most of the time I was satisfied and yet there was an inner feeling that something was missing. 

Don had awakened many feeling of lust and desire in me over the few weeks we had known each other. The group of singles we had both joined were seeing a great change in me and they all knew Don was fucking me. I guess that is a given when your our age and date more than once.

Anyway a few nights ago Don was up on his knees next to me so I could suck his cock while he finger fucked me. We both like this as a starter for a night of sex and pleasure. However this night Don had brought a plastic vibrator larger than his handsome cock. It was pink, soft on the out side and hard underneath with a couple of batteries that made it work. 

I had never used one and it sounded like fun. So Don added some K-Y jelly and soon had it planted well up inside my cunt. It felt very good and I was eager to show Don how much I liked it by giving him a quick blow job and let him see this cum on my tongue before I swallow it. That kind of turns him on and I like it too. But when he turned on the vibrator I forgot all about sucking his cock and just laid back and let him fuck me with this wonderful plastic cock. 

He pulled it out except for the tip which he let vibrate along the outer edges of my pussy lips. God, damn; did that felt good. I thought I better do my part so I returned to sucking Don's cock. 

It was feeling really good and Don was getting harder when Don said "Wilda I bet you would really enjoy two real cocks at the same time." I was about to reject this idea when Don's cock shot off and I got busy licking and swallowing his sperm. I also could not hold back and I gave up my own climax and for the first time with an artificial cock it was a darn good one at that.

Later after Don had gone I washed the vibrator off and placed in my night stand with the K-Y jelly right next to it. That was two days ago and now here I was thinking of how low I had sunk since I met Don and the singles group. 

But was it so bad to think of having two men attend to my needs at the same time. I loved to suck cock and I loved to feel Don's finger in my cunt as I sucked him so why not have the real thing between my legs and in my mouth. 

Besides there was that new guy, the retired military guy that was really nice looking and he looked at me the first time with a smile in his eyes. I guess since I was with Don he did not hit on me. But I thought he would if he got the chance. 

But what if he did not go along with this idea? Would he ever try to hit on me again? Would he think I was a terrible woman? He had not yet made a pass at anyone else so what should I do? 

So here I was thinking of sex with two men and yet thinking that this new guy was kind of special and maybe it could become a regular thing between us. But how? I had not even said more than a few words to him. 

Crying in my beer, feeling sorry for myself I was a fucking mess for a woman my age.

I returned to the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee. It was still early and I had on a terry cloth robe over my naked body. I saw the Singles news letter and picked it up. On the back page was a list of the members and there phone numbers. Kenny's was there.

I reached for the wall phone and at the same time let my robe fall open. After all I was alone. It was stupid of me to stand there with the phone in my hand leaning against the wall with my other hand pressed up between my legs with pressure on my clitoris. My eyes went closed and I let my mind drift into a place full of shadows and unreal figures moving around seen and yet unseen. 

It was so strange and yet it was a place where I felt excited to be. The figures were men, naked men. I could not see there cocks but I knew they were there for my enjoyment. I felt as if I could pick and choose any one I wanted and I could change one for another any time I wanted. I could do any thing with these men any thing I wanted.. I was queen for a day.

I felt a hand on my back up between my shoulders pushing ever so gently. So I bent at the waist and there before me was a long hard cock. It looked so handsome and so very hard. The pointed head was shaped like a plow and it looked so beautiful I just had to take it in my mouth.

The hand was still on my back up between my shoulder blades but there was something else. There was pressure being applied to my pussy from behind. I was so excited I felt the instant wetness flow from me welcoming the cock that was probing me from behind. If there is one thing I do like it is getting fucked doggie style. I was so eager to feel this unseen cock push into my cunt I was nearly ready to climax even with out it pushing into me. 

But then I felt two hands grab me by the hips and pull me backwards as the hard cock moved easily into my wet hot cunt. I was so excited I lowered my mouth down over the cock in front of me and for the first time in my life a new thrill, a new sensation filled me and aroused me so I exploded inside. 

My legs failed and I slid down the wall the phone falling from my fingers. The power of the mind is awesome. What a wild wonderful day-dream.

A couple of hours later I was resting on my bed wondering how I could let my imagination take over my body in such a way. I had really had a climax while day dreaming in the kitchen. I thought that maybe I should see a doctor. I needed to get my head on straight. But the longer I laid there the more I felt as if I needed to get out of the house.

Bending over I let my 40-DD's fit neatly into my bra. Over my head I pulled a tight cotton top. I looked in the mirror and my tits looked very expressive and out standing. I knew any men I ran across would see what I have and take a second look. Then I let my eyes move down to my bare belly and the thin patch of hair that formed a thin "V" veil above my chubby legs. I wondered why Don enjoyed looking at my pussy before he licked me. The thought of a cock in my pussy or a tongue while I also had a cock in my mouth rambled around in my head one more time before I pulled my black leather skirt up to hide my bare ass. 

No bra, no panties just a terrible feeling of needing to have sex with someone. I drove my Jaguar down to the Stark Brothers hotel and went in to the bar. It was just a few minutes after six and the business crowd was thinning out after happy hour. I slipped on to a stool and ordered a drink. Ten seconds later a man slipped on to the next stool. He said "Hi Wilda." I looked up into the face of a total stranger. I had never seen this man before but he knew my name. I was still stammering and wondering who this man was when he smiled. I smiled back as I did know this man it was Kenny the retired military from the singles group. 

It turned out that Kenny worked here in the hotel as the head of security. He said he was off duty and would like to buy me a drink. We moved to a booth in the rear and he sat close to me in the darkest booth in the bar.

"I am glad you came by Wilda. I hoped I could get to see you alone. But I guess you're Don's lady. So if I am tramping on anyone's toes let me know." He aid.

I was so excited my nipples were hard and my pussy was getting wet. But I did not what to let Kenny see how fucking horny I was. So I tried to control my self and act like a lady until the second drink. Then I can always say it was the booze. 

"No; you fine, Don and I only date once in a while we are not a couple. So don't feel as if you're jumping on Don's toes." I said. I lifted my drink took a long slow drink and watched as Kenny's eyes lowered to my tight cotton top. He could see even in this shaded booth that my nipples were stiff. God I can not hide my feeling in this outfit. 

I lowered my glass and our eyes met. He could see through me like the glass I held in my hand. He lifted his glass but let the back of his fingers brush my nipples and I could not keep my self from shivering. He saw me close my eyes and tighten up. So he moved the back of his fingers up and down a few times across my aroused nipples. 

"Kenny, please don't, not here. No in public please!" But he only smiled and kept on playing with my very hard very aroused nipples. Then his hand between us touched my leg my bare leg. My tight leather skirt had pulled up so high his inquisitive fingers touched my thin vee of hair. 

I gasped and said "Please don't" as I opened my legs a little wider. He leaned close and kissed me. I responded like a Tigress in heat. My tongue darted out of my mouth as I tried to suck his lower lip right off his face. Well so much for the coy approach. So much for the lady like shit it was just not happening. Kenny knew why I had come to the hotel dressed like this in the first place.

We were turned and trying to face one another in this booth. I let my hand slide into his crotch. I found a nice firm swelling in his trousers. The fucker had me pegged right from the start and he said "Wilda would l you like to see my office or would you like to suck my fucking cock right here?"

We moved out of the booth and into a small hall away from the bar area. He opened a door and locked it behind us. 

The only light came in from a shuttered window so the office was very dark. He moved me to a long sofa where we stood kissing and feeling each other. Before I knew it I had his cock out in the real world and my fingers were trying to crush it. But that was a no go because this cock was rock hard.

I bent at the waist and found his cock to be very warm and slightly salty. I guess it was the taste of a days pissing and just flopping it back into his shorts. But I did not mind and soon had most of his cock in my mouth. My head was moving up and down like a jack-hammer as I wanted to suck his guy off and I wanted to show him how good I was at giving a guy I liked a good time.

Kenny reached back over my ass and with nibble fingers he pulled my skirt up over my ass. He managed to find my ass hole and wiggled a finger tip across the sensitive puckered opening. 

"Nice ass, Wilda" he said. "I bet you've taken a few cock up the old shit shut." 

His words were crude and rude and they were turning me on. I soon found that words can add a lot to a sexual moment. So I wiggled my ass and took more of his cock into my mouth. 

Kenny pulled me up letting his cock fly free of my mouth. He kissed me and we let our tongues dance and wash out each other mouth. Kenny sat on the sofa as he told me to sit down in his lap facing toward him. My short skirt was already up around my waist so I sat on him and felt his hard cock slip easily up into place. He took me by the hips and started to slide me back and forth making his cock flop around inside my pussy. I had never fucked like this before and it was exciting and wonderful. 

I arched my back and felt his cock go deeper. Then came a load knock on the door. "Boss, are you still here? There is trouble on the third floor. A fight in room 313 I have called the police. Boss! Boss!" 

"Shit God damn it." Kenny cries out and helped me up from my position. "I'll have to go see about this Wilda. I am truly sorry. You're a wonderful lady and I want to see you later. Can I call you at home later?" 

I told him yes and followed him out after giving him a few minutes. I looked out and it was all clear. 

I arrived home and quickly jumped in the shower. Why I don't know but it helped as I was still very excited inside. I came out dripping wet and just flopped on the bed. 

I opened the night stand and took out the pink vibrator. I rubbed on the K-Y jelly and placed the tip on my clitoris. Turning the cap it started to vibrate slowly. I just laid this long pink cock along my pussy and let my head rest back on the pillow. It was soothing and yet it was erotic to feel it pressed along my cunt. I moved it up and down just letting it slide along my pussy lips. I closed my eyes and saw Kenny's cock and remembered how it felt in my mouth and my pussy. I liked Kenny and I saw why he had been a Marine for twenty years. He was so strong. 

I tasted his cock in my mouth as I turned the pink cock around and let the head slip into my pussy. Then I pulled it out and pushed it down farther until the pointed head was touching my tender tiny ass. Now that was wild. The vibrating tip sent strange feeling through out my body. It was so exciting I pushed and the head went into my rectum. I rolled on my side and lifted one leg and pushed. Half of the vibrator was in my ass and still vibrating slowly so I turned the cap a little. It vibrated faster and with greater motion. 

I was beside myself with erotic thoughts and I was fully stimulated. So when I climaxed the damn thing was so far up my ass I thought I would loose it in there. I was cumming and screaming at the same time. With my free hand I was pounding my clitoris and pussy. I was going crazy and it was wonderful. Now if only I had a cock cumming in my mouth. As they say "Life just doesn't get any better than this."

The call came around seven thirty. I was in the kitchen re-heating the coffee from earlier that day. It was Don and he wanted to come over. Also he said if I had not eaten yet he would bring the pizza. So I told him my choice and hung up. Before I could turn around the phone rang again. This time it was Kenny and he wanted to come by. I told him to come on and I asked him to bring a pizza plus a six pack. He laughed and said he had it in his car already. First the Caddy pulled up and right behind it came Kenny's F-150 pickup truck. Nice collection of vehicles were filling my drive way. Maybe if all went right I would also have a nice collection to fill me up front and back. 

No introductions were needed as the two men came around to my back door with arms full of pizza and beer. God I knew this night was going to be a great one or was that two. 

Part-III to follow...



Two for One



Lovin' at the Office

The rush hour traffic was moving at a reasonable pace. I was anxious to get to his office because I looked forward to what was waiting. I swung into an empty space near the door and slid some gloss across my lips. I walked into the building and then into the office marked with his name. 

The bell made a little dining noise and he emerged from the back office. He walked toward me and pressed his body next to mine as he reached across and locked the door. Giggling, I followed him back to his semi-messy office. He shut the door behind us just to be on the safe side. I took of my coat and set it on the chair. 

I sauntered over to him slowly while I unbuttoned my first two buttons on my shirt. He smiled as he sat down in the oversized leather chair. My breasts spilled out of my shirt and I undid another button to emphasize. I leaned over him and placed my breasts in his face. He rubbed his stubble between them and kissed the sides. He growled low in his throat and grabbed my back to pull me closer. 

I kissed his waiting lips and traveled down his neck. I kissed his skin that was exposed at the top of his shirt. I started to unbutton his shirt and kissed my way down as I went. I reached for his belt buckle and rubbed the hard mound between his legs. I unzipped the fly and let the warm erection fill my hands. 

I fell to my knees and took it in my mouth. Slowly I moved it in and out feeling it grow in the warmth of my mouth. I played with his balls as I sucked the shaft. Quickening my pace, I teased him by slowing. While his eyes were closed I had finished unbuttoning my shirt and removed my bra. Spreading his legs a little wider I slid closer to him and dangled my breasts around his cock. 

Slowly I let them settle around him and the wet from my mouth let his dick slide easily between my tits. I tipped my head down and as I swept down I flicked the head with my tongue and slid back up. I moved up and down sliding the thick member between my chest. I slowed as he reached between my legs and felt the wetness there. He stood me up and slid his hand higher up my skirt. He kissed me with passion and I felt the heat from his body. 

His fingers slid into my fold and he flicked my clit with perfection. He did things with his fingers that I had never felt before. His fingers alone could make me come again and again and I didn't want him to stop. My breathing was heavy and I moaned through my teeth as he withdrew. He turned my around to face the desk and hiked up my skirt above my waist. He grabbed my waist and spread my legs apart with his foot and positioned himself between me. 

At the moment of penetration the feel of his cock sent shivers through my body and a river to start. He slid easily in and out bracing himself on the desk. He leaned back and dicked me at an angle. The feeling was so intense that I felt I would die from the pleasure. I squeezed my pussy around his dick to create a heated friction. Faster he went with his cock sliding it in and out making me scream his name over and over. Deeper he pushed making me feel like his cock was in my mouth. I could tell he was going to cum and I wanted it in my mouth. 

At the point he was going to blow I turned quickly and feel to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked the tip. I felt him tighten and opened my mouth slightly. The white cum shoot into my mouth and some dribbled from my lip. I swallowed and licked the remaining off his shaft and lick my lips. I smiled up at him as kissed the head again and stood up. No sooner had I re-buttoned my shirt then we heard the front door open. The element of being caught is always a turn on.

*

 Sex on the Floor

It was late. I thought he was sleeping so I slipped into the bathroom to shower off the remains of our previous lovemaking session. I undressed and set the water temperature for luke warm since my body was still on fire. 

I stepped beneath the spray and tipped my head back for the water to rinse my hair. I shampooed my hair and let the soapy water slide down my back. I reached for the body wash and felt his hand over mine. Startled I turned around, and saw his naked body with me in the shower. He flicked my erect nipple with his finger and moved his hands over my wet body. The water was streaming off my face and he turned me and began to lather my body with the sweet smelling soap. The way that his hands traveled over me was so pleasurable. 

He turned me around for so he could do the front. He drug the soapy loafa between my breast and down my stomach. He leaned in and kissed each of my nipples and then bite them ever so lightly. The steam was building in the bathroom and the smell was intoxicating. I took his cock in my hand and slowly worked up a lather with the soap from my body. He moaned and seethed through his teeth. His hands paused as I began to slowly move my hand up and own on his dick, jacking it slowly. 

He opened his eyes and looked at me with a passion I had never seen. He reached behind me and turned off the water. I started to protest, but he shushed me and pulled me gently from the shower. Our slippery bodies meshed as we walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. Too anxious I pulled him to the floor and began to kiss him. I started at his neck and slowly moved my way down his chest. I skirted around his cock, kissing the inside of his thigh and at the edge of his balls. 

I licked the underside of the penis and took in the head. I played with it in my mouth not giving him the satisfaction of putting it all the way in my mouth. He got to his knees and pulled me to mine. He kissed my mouth roughly and bite my lip. He ran his hands through my wet hair and tugged it lightly. He pushed me back lightly to get me to lay down. Readjusting himself, he spread my legs and slid down to his belly. 

Slowly his tongue flicked the top of my pussy lips. Unhurriedly, he moved lower, teasing the moistness that has accumulated. Using his mouth, he parted the lips and dipped his tongue into the heat. He played with the clit with his tongue every so lightly. The touch was barely there, but the pleasurable pain was almost unbearable. He smiled and dipped lower. 

He drug his tongue up and down catching the clit on the upswing. He nestled his mouth over my mound and began to work his tongue over and over my clit. He quickened his pace when he knew I was close. I grabbed his head and begged him not to stop. Faster he went, as my moans increased. I told him I was going to come and he flicked his tongue again over my clit at the moment of my orgasm. He tugged at it one last time pulled me back to my knees. He turned me around and bent me over at my waist. 

From behind he spread my legs slightly and positioned himself just inside. I rocked backwards trying to catch it in my pussy, but he made it perfectly clear that he was the one in charge. Slowly he dipped into me, pushing it all the way in and taking it almost out. The pleasure that went through me was more then the cold air making me shiver. Faster the pace went, and harder he banged into me. 

I reached back and played with his balls as he continued to rock in and out of my wet pussy. The heat from his dick was so intense I was screaming his name. I wanted it harder and faster and he was quick to comply. My screams were getting louder and louder the harder he thrusted. He pulled out at the last second and cam all over my ass. I felt the hot syrup slid down my rump as he finished the load. Unhurriedly, he withdrew and pulled me to my feet. Now we had to take another shower, but in separate bathrooms.The rush hour traffic was moving at a reasonable pace. I was anxious to get to his office because I looked forward to what was waiting. I swung into an empty space near the door and slid some gloss across my lips. I walked into the building and then into the office marked with his name. 

The bell made a little dining noise and he emerged from the back office. He walked toward me and pressed his body next to mine as he reached across and locked the door. Giggling, I followed him back to his semi-messy office. He shut the door behind us just to be on the safe side. I took of my coat and set it on the chair. 

I sauntered over to him slowly while I unbuttoned my first two buttons on my shirt. He smiled as he sat down in the oversized leather chair. My breasts spilled out of my shirt and I undid another button to emphasize. I leaned over him and placed my breasts in his face. He rubbed his stubble between them and kissed the sides. He growled low in his throat and grabbed my back to pull me closer. 

I kissed his waiting lips and traveled down his neck. I kissed his skin that was exposed at the top of his shirt. I started to unbutton his shirt and kissed my way down as I went. I reached for his belt buckle and rubbed the hard mound between his legs. I unzipped the fly and let the warm erection fill my hands. 

I fell to my knees and took it in my mouth. Slowly I moved it in and out feeling it grow in the warmth of my mouth. I played with his balls as I sucked the shaft. Quickening my pace, I teased him by slowing. While his eyes were closed I had finished unbuttoning my shirt and removed my bra. Spreading his legs a little wider I slid closer to him and dangled my breasts around his cock. 

Slowly I let them settle around him and the wet from my mouth let his dick slide easily between my tits. I tipped my head down and as I swept down I flicked the head with my tongue and slid back up. I moved up and down sliding the thick member between my chest. I slowed as he reached between my legs and felt the wetness there. He stood me up and slid his hand higher up my skirt. He kissed me with passion and I felt the heat from his body. 

His fingers slid into my fold and he flicked my clit with perfection. He did things with his fingers that I had never felt before. His fingers alone could make me come again and again and I didn't want him to stop. My breathing was heavy and I moaned through my teeth as he withdrew. He turned my around to face the desk and hiked up my skirt above my waist. He grabbed my waist and spread my legs apart with his foot and positioned himself between me. 

At the moment of penetration the feel of his cock sent shivers through my body and a river to start. He slid easily in and out bracing himself on the desk. He leaned back and dicked me at an angle. The feeling was so intense that I felt I would die from the pleasure. I squeezed my pussy around his dick to create a heated friction. Faster he went with his cock sliding it in and out making me scream his name over and over. Deeper he pushed making me feel like his cock was in my mouth. I could tell he was going to cum and I wanted it in my mouth. 

At the point he was going to blow I turned quickly and feel to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked the tip. I felt him tighten and opened my mouth slightly. The white cum shoot into my mouth and some dribbled from my lip. I swallowed and licked the remaining off his shaft and lick my lips. I smiled up at him as kissed the head again and stood up. No sooner had I re-buttoned my shirt then we heard the front door open. The element of being caught is always a turn on.

*

 Sex on the Floor

It was late. I thought he was sleeping so I slipped into the bathroom to shower off the remains of our previous lovemaking session. I undressed and set the water temperature for luke warm since my body was still on fire. 

I stepped beneath the spray and tipped my head back for the water to rinse my hair. I shampooed my hair and let the soapy water slide down my back. I reached for the body wash and felt his hand over mine. Startled I turned around, and saw his naked body with me in the shower. He flicked my erect nipple with his finger and moved his hands over my wet body. The water was streaming off my face and he turned me and began to lather my body with the sweet smelling soap. The way that his hands traveled over me was so pleasurable. 

He turned me around for so he could do the front. He drug the soapy loafa between my breast and down my stomach. He leaned in and kissed each of my nipples and then bite them ever so lightly. The steam was building in the bathroom and the smell was intoxicating. I took his cock in my hand and slowly worked up a lather with the soap from my body. He moaned and seethed through his teeth. His hands paused as I began to slowly move my hand up and own on his dick, jacking it slowly. 

He opened his eyes and looked at me with a passion I had never seen. He reached behind me and turned off the water. I started to protest, but he shushed me and pulled me gently from the shower. Our slippery bodies meshed as we walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. Too anxious I pulled him to the floor and began to kiss him. I started at his neck and slowly moved my way down his chest. I skirted around his cock, kissing the inside of his thigh and at the edge of his balls. 

I licked the underside of the penis and took in the head. I played with it in my mouth not giving him the satisfaction of putting it all the way in my mouth. He got to his knees and pulled me to mine. He kissed my mouth roughly and bite my lip. He ran his hands through my wet hair and tugged it lightly. He pushed me back lightly to get me to lay down. Readjusting himself, he spread my legs and slid down to his belly. 

Slowly his tongue flicked the top of my pussy lips. Unhurriedly, he moved lower, teasing the moistness that has accumulated. Using his mouth, he parted the lips and dipped his tongue into the heat. He played with the clit with his tongue every so lightly. The touch was barely there, but the pleasurable pain was almost unbearable. He smiled and dipped lower. 

He drug his tongue up and down catching the clit on the upswing. He nestled his mouth over my mound and began to work his tongue over and over my clit. He quickened his pace when he knew I was close. I grabbed his head and begged him not to stop. Faster he went, as my moans increased. I told him I was going to come and he flicked his tongue again over my clit at the moment of my orgasm. He tugged at it one last time pulled me back to my knees. He turned me around and bent me over at my waist. 

From behind he spread my legs slightly and positioned himself just inside. I rocked backwards trying to catch it in my pussy, but he made it perfectly clear that he was the one in charge. Slowly he dipped into me, pushing it all the way in and taking it almost out. The pleasure that went through me was more then the cold air making me shiver. Faster the pace went, and harder he banged into me. 

I reached back and played with his balls as he continued to rock in and out of my wet pussy. The heat from his dick was so intense I was screaming his name. I wanted it harder and faster and he was quick to comply. My screams were getting louder and louder the harder he thrusted. He pulled out at the last second and cam all over my ass. I felt the hot syrup slid down my rump as he finished the load. Unhurriedly, he withdrew and pulled me to my feet. Now we had to take another shower, but in separate bathrooms. 



Two for One



I hadn't seen my boyfriend Roger in two weeks and I was hot for him. Since enrolling in a professional chef's school I had to live two states away most of the time. I burst into Roger's apartment ready to head straight for the bedroom, but found him in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a gourmet meal. A bottle of Merlot was on the coffee table with two crystal glasses. The delicious scent of goose and orange drifted from the oven. I threw my arms around Roger and turned him around to meet my willing lips. He eagerly circled my waist, a bit thicker now that I'd started sampling my homework assignments, and pulled me to him. His hot mouth found mine and we kissed long and hard. As he pulled away he said, "I wanted to surprise you. The chef shouldn't always be the one to cook. The duck has a while so let's see if you like the wine I picked out."

The ruby-colored wine was fantastic. Only one glass was enough to fuel the hot desire I had for Roger and I unbuttoned my blouse and led his hand to my voluptuous breasts in the lacy bra I had selected just for him. With a low growl, Roger tore my bra off and began to suck my hard nipples. That was like an electric jolt straight to my dripping pussy and I became even more anxious to have his thick cock buried deep in my pussy. I tugged at his belt and soon his erect cock sprang to view. I started to remove my skirt but he muttered "Oh, no, baby, I want you NOW," and pushed me back against the cushions on the couch, shoving my skirt up around my waist. He effortlessly slid his cock into my hungry pussy and lowered his head to my breasts, gently biting one nipple while pinching the other. I moaned and began to meet his thrusts. 

I shrieked when his apartment door flew open and his best friend Craig entered. I attempted to cover myself but Roger huskily said, "No, baby, keep going." In spite of how naked I felt in front of Craig, I was so close to a mind-blowing orgasm that I immediately began to cum, moaning as I did so. Roger finished thrusting as his cum shot into my pussy and throatily said, "Remember when you said you wondered what it would be like to have two men? Well, now you can find out."

I HAD said that but it had been after most of a bottle of wine and I had always thought that it would only be a fantasy. My mind whirled. Craig, who had taken his cock from his pants and been stroking it while Roger and I were cumming, now began to approach my face. He nudged my lips with the head of his cock, which I noticed was longer than Roger's but not as thick, and I opened my mouth and sucked him in. Craig began to pinch my nipples as he fucked my face and that familiar electric jolt traveled again to my wet pussy. I used my teeth and gently dragged them down Craig's cock and he threw his head back in ecstasy. 

Incredibly, Roger, who had never pulled completely out of my pussy, was hard again and beginning to thrust. As Craig blew his load at the back of my throat, Roger shot another load into my impossibly wet pussy. Craig never removed his fingers from my nipples and I was a quivering mass of jelly. For several seconds after the guys had cum I rocked from the multiple orgasms I was having. When I was again still, Roger slapped my ass and said, "That was just an appetizer. Let's eat and we'll see what's for dessert." He headed to the master bathroom to shower and I went down the hall to the guest bath which I had decorated to my liking. To my surprise, Craig followed me, peeling off the rest of his clothes. He stepped into the shower behind me, sliding his hands around me to get to the liquid soap. He liberally soaped his hands and slid them over my breasts and erect nipples. His hands then dipped to my pussy and he shot several fingers in and out while I helplessly braced myself against the shower stall wall. I was on the verge of cumming again when he stopped abruptly. He soaped his hands again and began to slide first one, then two, and then three fingers into my tight asshole. My asshole was virgin and I instinctively tightened on his fingers. "That's good, baby, real good," he said. "We'll come back to this all right." He then left me to finish my shower, shaken and wondering what he meant.

Roger had become a fine cook somehow (listening to me discuss the new techniques I was learning?) and the meal was delicious. Among the three of us, we had finished two bottles of a dry red wine that Craig had brought. I wondered what the guys had in mind for dessert and knew, whatever it was, that I would be up for it.

We went into the living room and Craig produced a small black box about the size of a notebook-style date book and the bottle of creme rinse from my shower. He opened the box to reveal a series of asshole plugs, each one slightly larger than the one before it. I gulped, remembering Craig's fingers in my asshole barely an hour before. Craig quietly explained that these dilators would gently stretch my sphincter so that I could take an erect cock up my ass. I shivered, realizing that I was going to enter a new realm of fucking. While Roger watched with approval, Craig tugged off the white robe I had put on and pushed me over the back of the couch in the center of the large living room. He had placed a mirror in front of the couch so that I could see everything he was doing. 

He slathered the plug in my creme rinse and then slowly forced it into my ass. It hurt a little but Craig, nibbling at the back of my neck, assured me that I would soon forget about it. That was truly the case as he began to stroke my nipples again and to kiss the nape of my neck. I could feel his cock becoming hard as he pressed it against my ass. With his skillful stroking of my breasts and pinching of my nipples, I quickly became wet again. He abruptly thrust into my pussy and rocked in and out while continuing to administer pleasure to my nipples. I began to cum and he quickened his thrusts until we were cumming together, me nearly screaming with the wonderful sensations. Right before he pulled out, Craig whispered to me, "Those big tits of yours are pretty sensitive. Maybe next time I visit I'll bring some nipple clips."

I can't wait! 



Two for One



I had always liked the enjoyment another woman with my husband. I wanted to see him give to other girls what he gives to me. He always seemed extreme with his fantasies but not wanting to act upon them in fear of embarrassment. Although we had been married for eleven years and we had other women before, he still seemed skittish about the whole thing. 

We both work and are in our early thirties. We have become accustomed to each other and generally do our own thing when it comes to time without family. I read a lot and he loves his computer. Email, my space, eBay... name it and he has a profile. I'm done now with getting angry about it and moved on to just enjoy life. We still love each other very much, just never anything new to say.

I was out one evening, my husband at home working on his computer like usual. I had become a regular at a little corner bar in my neighborhood. As most in the bar were regulars. Until one night a pretty little fem-me, with shoulder length, mostly black but mixed colored hair, walked in. A ring on the left of her upper lip. A very small Rolling Stones t-shirt, and a full on pair of baggy jeans that the chains on them barely held at her hips.

I turned my head automatically to the sound of the opening door, I watched her as she walked in. Instantly she felt my eyes on her and stared back. I turned away quickly as to seem like I was just watching the door and not her luscious breasts in the tight white shirt.

Her stomach was exposed and as I sipped on my sea breeze I imagined pulling on her already loose jeans, to lick the exposed skin. I threw glances her way a few times and every time she was staring intently back.

I had worn my long brown curly hair down that night. Seemed almost fate as I realized I had put make up on as well. I was wearing a black and white t-shirt that showed my breasts well, and the contouring pants that I knew got the looks of strangers every time I walked by. All of a sudden I felt her presence behind me, before turning I knew it was her and that she had saw me in the same as I had saw her. She commented on my beautiful hair and I offered to buy her a drink.

After she ordered, I complimented on her ice blue eyes and made no attempt to hide my attraction. Before long we were flirting unconsciously and the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

She explained that she was twenty two and a college student, workingn care in the summer. After a few drinks, she told me that she was bisexual and I admitted that I was too. 

She twirled towards me in her stool and slightly opened her legs to position me between them. She whispered in my ear, and I nodded.

As we left I imagined the excitement on my husband's face as I came home with her. She and I had previously discussed this and she was in the mood for the attention she would be getting. I parked the car and walked around to open her door for her, as she stepped out she lifted herself up to kiss me. I took her soft lips like I had always hungered the kiss of a woman. I ran my hand along her body and my fingertips gently pinched her already hard nipples.

I brought her inside and with my husband still looking at the computer in his lap he asked my how my night had been. I giggled and he looked up, with the slight realization falling over his gaze as his eyes met with hers. 

I introduced them and before I had a chance to bring it up, she exclaimed to him how unbelievably horny his wife had gotten her. She came closer to me and gently kissed me again. Moving slowly to my neck and lifting my shirt just enough to cup my breast.

Just as I started to moan at her caresses he took our hands and led us to the bedroom. Where he then took charge and demanded that we both strip for him. As he put on some soft music we began to pull of our shirts, then our pants, all the way to nothing. He sat there for a minute looking at us arm in arm before he told us to kiss.

"That's great, now put your hand on her tit. Good... and you, put your fingers to her clit." A slight moan came from deep inside me as she began to massage my already moist clit.

"Oh, that's nice." He began to undo his pants. "Now lay her down honey." He said to me as he pulled his pants off.

We both lay down next to his naked body and continued to caress and kiss as he started to rub himself gently. She took her lips from my mouth and brought them gently to my nipples, all the while gently fingering my clit. She added another finger and he opened my legs to get a better view.

She saw this as a green light and moved the three fingers she was using, roughly inside of me, the aching throb of being so horny was suddenly washed away by sheer pleasure. She moved her lips to my clit, and my legs began to shake gently with every pass of her tongue. She moved her fingers up into me methodically with her mouth. 

He moved, as she was leaning over the bed pleasuring me, he positioned behind her. Knowing my husbands methods, I asked her if she liked it in the ass. A slight muffled moan came from between my legs.

He didn't go right at it. Taking his time and watching her pleasure me, he bent down and smoothly ran his lips and tongue across her butt cheeks. Using his hands to rub her dripping pussy.

"Do you like your ass licked?" I asked her. I didn't know if it was a response or if it was the moan of pleasure she got from his tongue lapping at her rosebud. I heard her moan again as he inserted his fingers into her pussy.

I shivered, knowing the pleasure he was giving her while she was giving it to me. He removed his fingers from her pussy and gently started to push into her rosebud. I could feel her jerk with each push. Finally he had gotten the finger into her and moved steadily in and out of her. He move his other hand to her pussy and began with one finger there. 

Feeling her loose control of what she was doing to me, I got up. I stood beside my husband for a moment, intrigued by the way he was pleasing her. I watched him add another finger simultaneously to both of her openings, and another. He had gotten three fingers into her tight ass and continued to add to her pussy. Four... He began to move harder and her gasps became louder. I made a move to the night stand and pulled out a sixteen inch double ended, plus ten inch vibrator and a slimmer seven inch vibe. After total lubrication, I gave him the double ended dildo. I watched as he removed his fingers, fist still ramming hard into her pussy, and he inserted the wide head of the dildo into her ass. She moaned almost paralyzed by what she was feeling. He pushed the dildo in farther, two inches in her tight ass, he moved it slightly, twisting a wiggling. Then another two inches.

I barely heard her say "more" as I watched him shove another three inches in, he gave up on his gentleness now. His fingers started ramming her harder and harder. The dildo moving in and out quickly, deeper every time. 

"Hold it." I said and he held the dildo inside of her and I took over on her ass. She was taking ten inches then and I began to ram it as hard and as fast as I could. Her moans became screams, the screams forming the words "fuck me". She let out a shrill moan as she burst onto my husbands hand. She fell limp and I removed the dildo as he removed his fingers.

We were not finished, and she was still willing. "Get up on your knees." I told her and she was instantly on all fours. I laid under her in the sixty nine way and I begun to lap up her juices. I gave her the vibrator.

As I was licking her juices she licked my clit. She turned the vibrator on before she was ready to stick it inside me. She pushed it up inside with force on the first thrust. She banged it as hard as she could and held her tongue steadily on my clit. I moaned loudly with pleasure, and with my head in her juices my husband moved to stand behind her. Knowing he has loosened her pussy too much he moved to the rose bud.

She rammed me harder as he started to fuck her ass. I moved my tongue rapidly in and out of her pussy, over her clit and down to the ass my husband was fucking. I licked his shaft as he entered her, sucked his balls. I used the other end of the sixteen inch dildo and rammed it into her pussy.

My husband and the beautiful woman we were with moaned at the same time as the pressure inside of her condensed.

I knew it was time. With the dildo almost a full ten to twelve inches inside her pussy, and my husband's eight in her ass while I was licking his shaft and his balls. With her licking my clit and slamming me with the ten inch vibrator. I lifted my free hand into position to spread his cheeks. I move my mouth to his rosebud and licked each time he came back for another thrust into her tight ass.

I grabbed the slick slim vibrator and turned it on low. I spread his cheeks with my thumb and little finger, slowly I inserted it into his rosebud. With a low male grunt, he pushed back on it and then thrusted back into her. I held it there as he moved himself back and forth. Each time wanting more of the vibration shoved into his ass.

He move a hand down to mine and turned the vibration up as he pushed my hand down farther into him. I positioned three fingers around the vibrator and started to insert them as well. He began to shake, and with his hard dick pounding harder and harder into her ass. I moved the dildo I had in her harder and faster, and the one in him quicker and more forceful. And almost simultaneously, they both screamed with the pleasure of explosion. Him into her ass, and her onto the double end I had as far into her as I could. 

It ended with me catching the dripping cum of his from her ass, and hers from her pussy. I didn't finish, but there will always be next time. It's safe to say now that my husband and I have something to talk about for a while.



Two for One



The following story is fiction and any resemblance to real people is simply coincidence. The author expresses his appreciation to Copperbutterfly for her editing efforts.

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"Well, it has been a most satisfying trip." 

The speaker, sitting next to me in the second row of first class seats, was my boss, who also just happened to be my father for the last seven years. I called him Dan when we were by ourselves although I always called him Mr. Raddison when we were in a business situation. 

I had married his one-and-only daughter just a couple of years after I had started working for his company, Raddison Controls Company. I was fresh out of college and he took a chance on my mechanical engineering skills; I knew he had a wealth of options, considering the soft job market of those days. There had to be many experienced mechanical engineers out there with a much better resume than I had. I had always been grateful that he took a chance on me.

"Yeah," I responded. "I really thought that Johnson Controls was going to take the biggest piece of the pie from these folks. Every time I talked to Kennedy or Pierce in their purchasing department, they seemed to be leaning pretty heavily to the more entrenched supplier."

"You know, I'm convinced that you were the difference, Rick," my father said. "Three times their design team threw what-if changes in the specs at us and all three times you shot back two or three alternative designs that would fill their requirements. I think they were greatly impressed with the way you thought on your feet, son. In fact, I think you deserve a nice bonus for the way you represented the company in Atlanta. I'll take care of that when we get back home."

"Just trying to do the best I can for the company, sir. Hope it helped," I replied, uncharacteristically bashful.

"It did. Now all we have to do is make sure we can deliver what we promised," Dan said.

"I'm sure we can. We've got a good team and they'll be too proud of their work not to deliver," I said. "That's the advantage of a mid-sized company."

Dan laughed and nodded. We were silent for a while. After the pilot announced that we were on the approach to our home airport, we buckled up again.

"When we collect our baggage and load your car," Dan said, "I'll probably need you to help me tote the boxes of prototype items into the house before you head off to meet your little bride. I promise I won't keep you long."

He grinned at me rather devilishly. He knew how much I wanted to get home to my sweet wife after five days away from her ... and our bed. In the seven years we'd been married and the preceding year while we dated exclusively, I'd never gone more than three days without her love and sex. Sure I had traveled a few times in those years but never for as long as this trip. Now I was extremely anxious to see my wife, Kayte, as soon as possible and was just as sure that she'd be anxiously awaiting my return.

All the way in on the long glide path, I turned off all my thoughts except for my beautiful wife. Kayte had been 19 years old when we first met in college. We had spent a year dating off and on and then the next year decided to make it exclusive. She was 21 when we married and she still looked about the same, except that her beautifully round bottom and her 34-C tits had put on just a little weight, making her more of a coke bottle figure than before. 

That was definitely to my liking. I loved playing with those 34-Ds and holding onto her hips while pounding into her hot, wet pussy. Thinking about her, I got a hard-on just anticipating what it was going to be like to get Kayte back into bed.

I glanced over at Dan and the look on his face convinced me that he was thinking along the same lines as me. His wife was now a 48 year old and every time I looked at Karen and Kayte, I knew that the acorn didn't fall far from the tree. Karen was definitely just a mature Kayte. Her hips were a little larger, her tits were even bigger but there was little else different about them. They both kept their hair in a light strawberry blonde. They both walked and played tennis for exercise, leaving their legs strong and shapely. If Kayte morphed into a Karen over the years, I would be tickled to death ... didn't someone once say that an orgasm is a mini-death?

We finally touched down and taxied to a jetway. It didn't take us long to deplane, since we were up front. However when we walked to the baggage carousels, we had to wait another 40 minutes for the baggage to start dumping out. By the time we collected our luggage and the two large boxes of prototype parts, Dan and I were both getting antsy to get home.

Fortunately the drive home on a Saturday afternoon was not bad. Karen and Dan lived only about two miles from our house so it wasn't that much of an imposition to take him home.

However we got our first surprise when we pulled into his circular driveway. There were three cars parked there, including Kayte's BMW and two cars that I didn't recognize.

"Do you know whose those are?" I asked, nodding to the other cars.

"No," Dan replied sullenly. I glanced at him and noticed that his face had turned really dark. "I've got a feeling we've got a problem. Be quiet and follow me."

We got out of the car and left the doors open so there would be no sounds. Dan quietly tried the front door but it was locked. Even after his key released the handset lock, the deadbolt lock was on. He was shaking his head as he clicked it back.

The living room was empty. So was the den but there were clothes scattered about. We heard sounds coming from the hallway and quietly walked down to the entrance to the master bedroom. The door was standing wide open and neither of us could believe what we saw.

On the bed were two naked women, both on hands and knees with their butts high in the air. Behind them were equally naked men that I had never seen before, pounding their hard cocks into the wet pussies before them ... well, I guess they were fucking the pussies. I couldn't really tell; they might have been fucking the two asses.

It only took an instant to recognize that the two women were Karen and her daughter, Kayte ... my wife. Just as quickly, I thought of reading about men who loved to see their wives getting porked by other men ... and just as quickly I knew that I found nothing ... NOTHING ... erotic about what I was watching.

Listening to both of the women urging their lovers on with words like "Harder, baby!" and "Yes, honey, fuck me faster ... deeper!" indelibly printed on my mind that Kayte and Karen were not being raped. They had consented to this breaking of our wedding vows, both of them.

I felt a touch on my arm and looked at Dan. He indicated that I should be quiet and nodded back the way we had come. I followed him back to the den, where he opened a closet.

"Son, I think I know you well enough to know that you won't put up with what we just saw. Is that right?"

"No, sir, I won't. That just ripped our marriage apart!"

"Yep, me too. I've been concerned that Karen might be stepping out on me but I never saw any evidence of it until now. Okay, here's what we're going to do." He reached into the closet and pulled two aluminum softball bats out, handing me one. He reached up onto a shelf and pulled out a digital camera. "We're going back in there. You take the far side. I'll take the near side. Let me get a couple of pictures and then we're going to tee off. I want to hit both of these fuckers just below their asses."

I almost laughed. I knew what Dan meant. The target was their balls.

Just as we got back to the open bedroom door, I heard Karen say, "Oh, God, baby, I just love getting some strange cock. Pound that big thing into me, honey."

Kayte's voice was muffled as she responded, "Oh, yeah! Mamma, I love you! Think of all the cocks I'd have missed out on if you hadn't shown me what ..."

Her voice trailed off as Dan's camera clicked. I don't think she saw him because her head was buried in the mattress but the sound got through. Suddenly she was struggling to get up.

Before any of the four could materially change positions, Dan put down his camera and as one we swung the bats. The sounds of illicit sex suddenly were overcome by the high-pitched screams of two guys in extreme pain. Both of them suddenly scrambled off the bed onto the floor, curling into a fetal ball and covering their testicles with their hands.

Our wives scrambled to the head of the bed, turning onto their backs to try to protect themselves. Karen mumbled, "Oh, my God! Please don't hit me!"

I heard Kayte say something but it didn't penetrate my enraged state of mind. I drew my bat back and prepared to take another swing at the guy that had been screwing my mother.

"Rick!"

I looked up at Dan. He motioned me to put the bat down. He picked up two pairs of pants that had been discarded on the floor, searching the pockets until he came up with two sets of keys. He walked to the window that fronted on the street, opened the window and pushed the storm screen back. He drew back his arm and fired a fast ball, consisting of the two sets of keys, through the window. I didn't hear them hit so I assumed they found the grass somewhere between the house and the street.

Dan turned around, grabbed the guy on his side of the bed by his left hand and shoulder. Giving him a yank toward the window, he got the guy moving and heaved him through the opening. I heard him scream as he fell into the rose bushes outside but I was busy picking up the other guy. Using the same technique, I gave him the bum's rush and tossed him out the window. Similar screams quickly followed but Dan closed and locked the window.

The women were both trying to talk at the same time. Both of them were trying to declare that it wasn't what it looked like, that they loved only us, that this was the only time they had made such a mistake.

"Shut up!" Dan said with venom in his voice. "You just admitted that you've done this same thing many times. You can't back out of it now. And you can be damned sure it was just what it looked like. You two were both screwing someone you weren't married to. Well, babe, I've got good news for you. As of right now, you are free to fuck anybody you want to. You've also got ten minutes to get anything you want out of this house. After that, anything you leave here will be dumped in the garbage ... just like you!. The clock is running. Be gone in ten minutes."

I looked at Kayte. "My dear sweet wife, the same thing applies to you. You'd better get to the house pretty damned quick. And when you arrive, you have ten minutes before you get tossed out on your cheating ass. Now MOVE IT!"

I turned to Dan and said, "I'll talk to you later. I'm heading to the house."

He just nodded and rechecked his watch.

Like I said, it was just a couple of miles to our house but I had to stop twice to toss my cookies before I got there. I had to struggle to take my baggage into the house and then I dropped into my recliner in the den. It was five minutes before the front door opened. Kayte walked in tentatively. I had my left wrist across my middle looking at my watch.

In a very conciliatory voice, Kayte said, "Rick, isn't there some way we can work this out?"

I looked at her with disbelief in my expression, my mouth gaping open in surprise. "No, there isn't! I had no intention of marrying a whore and that's exactly what you are, whether you charge for it or not. You're down to nine minutes."

She tuned up and started to cry. I just shook my head, amazed at her betrayal.

"But, honey, you're the only one I love," she whined. "You can't just throw what we had away."

"Kayte, you idiot! I'm NOT the one who threw it away. YOU did!" I yelled. "Eight minutes."

In a flood of tears, she turned away and headed to our bedroom. She was moving so slow, dead lice wouldn't have fallen off her. I sat and contemplated how my life had just taken a 180 degree turn in such a short time. My stomach was churning again but I was determined that I wasn't going to heave again.

I waited until a good fifteen minutes had passed before I got up and trudged down the hall to our bedroom. Kayte had put two open suitcases on the bed and put a few clothes in them but she was taking her time and they were no where close to full.

I walked over to the two suitcases and closed them both, zipping them up. As I started away with them, Kayte screamed, "What are you doing?"

"I told you ten minutes. I gave you fifteen. Now you are outta here!"

I walked to the front door and tossed the suitcases out the door. I turned back to find Kayte had followed me but hung back a little. I made a dash for her and grabbed her arm. Using the same technique as with the other bastards, I swung her through the door and onto the front lawn. Picking up her purse from the table where she had left it, I fished out her keys and tossed the purse after her. The door slammed on her screams and I flipped both locks on.

I went to my home office, fired up the PC, signed into our bank accounts and began moving funds from joint accounts to my personal account. I knew I'd have to give her something but I sure wasn't going to let her strip our savings.

Going to our bedroom, I began to strip out everything that reminded me of Kayte. I opened the window and tossed out handful after handful of dresses and shoes from the closet, lingerie and personal hygiene items from the dresser, and followed that with items from our bathroom. I smashed the glass on a picture of us, ripped my image from it and tossed the rest outside.

I heard Kayte begging me to talk to her but I ignored her. She had killed everything there was between us, apparently long ago and I was too blind to see it until now.

Dan and I commiserated on Sunday afternoon and made plans for the coming week. We both would retain his attorney and use the same pictures as evidence of infidelity. In spite of the many men that "didn't want to hurt their cheating spouses", Dan and I agreed that the grounds for our divorce would be adultery. In our case, the only offspring to be hurt was part of the problem! We made our plans jointly, found that each of us thought of some 'base' to be covered that the other hadn't and together we consoled each other on our loss. I had to admit that Dan's loss of a wife and daughter was even greater than my loss of a wife, although not by much.

By end of day Monday, our attorney had been briefed and stated that he would have the papers filed by the end of day on Tuesday. He advised us on our responsibilities financially to our wives, which impacted Dan even greater than me, since he owned the business outright. However our liability would be reduced if the court agreed with adultery as the reason.

Every day since Sunday, both Dan and I had received numerous phone calls from Kayte and Karen, both of them attempting to contact both of us. They called our home numbers, our work numbers and our cell phones. We both recognized their cell phone numbers and refused to answer those calls, although we both got some calls from numbers we didn't recognize and answered those, only to hang up the instant we recognized the whining voices of our wives.

Our attorney finally convinced us to have a meeting with the women to discuss the terms of the divorce, to see if an agreement could be reached to settle without a court hearing. We decided to meet jointly, since we were all 'family' and the marriage-ending event had been conducted by the two women jointly.

Just after I sat down across the conference room table from Kayte, she began to plead. "Rick, I never meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry you found out. Please forgive me."

I looked at her, astonished at her gall. "I don't understand. You didn't mean to hurt me? You're sorry I found out? You intended to spend our lives together cheating on me every chance you got, didn't you? You obviously were never faithful even when we first got married. Forgiveness is NOT possible!" I sat back in my chair and pulled back into an invisible shell.

Karen turned to Dan. "Dan, I understand that you're upset with me but surely you won't turn your back on your daughter."

Just as incredulous as me, Dan responded, "My daughter? You taught her to do the same cheating things you did, you slut. And knowing what I know now, I have no reason to believe she IS my daughter."

The two women visibly drew back in horror. Karen whispered, "Surely you can't believe that."

In a very controlled tone, Dan responded, "I don't believe a word you say anymore, Karen. And the only way I would believe she is my daughter is with a DNA test. Even if it proved true, that doesn't change what you've turned her into, which is a hateful, cheating slut who can't keep her legs closed."

Both women seemed to shrink and tears flowed copiously but no further arguments were offered. A few minutes later, Dan and I walked hurriedly from the room while the lawyers tended to the final details.

Of course we both ultimately had to share our resources with our ex-wives but not as much as if it had been an uncontested divorce. I had mixed emotions about splitting my finances with a cheating whore: we'd had some good times together, although apparently not as many as I thought, so she deserved something for that; yet it grated on my conscience that I had to give anything to a woman who had so obviously never been faithful to our wedding vows. Ah, well, water under the bridge.

Dan was true to his word once we got back to work and settled into a more sane routine. He gave me a very handsome five-figure bonus and a modest increase in monthly salary. I was pleased with the arrangements.

Although neither of us broadcast the events around our divorce, rumors run amok in a work place and sooner or later, most details came out. When we had his admin change our insurance beneficiaries, it was obvious that something was up and she put two and two together and came up with an approximation of the right answer -- that our wives had been caught cheating somehow.

As the weeks progressed, the single ladies of the office, who had always kept a business attitude when working with us, began to show a little more of their personal sides. We both knew that it was not a good idea to mix pleasure with business and yet we found we could not help ourselves. We both dated, both women from work and from the outside world, but tried to keep it from getting sexual with the women from the office. For me, that became impossible when I finally dated Nola from the accounting department.

Nola and I seemed to hit it off right away. She was fun to be with, intelligent, and had a wide range of interests, including some of the same sports I liked. Beside that, she was a good looking woman. She had long brunette hair complimented with a smoothly tanned complexion. She had the legs of a person who exercised for health, smooth and nicely shaped. Her bottom wasn't exactly a bubble-butt but not far from it, a nice round temptation that I had a hard time resisting. Although she didn't show what she had up top, it was obvious that she had a pair of well-developed breasts from the bulges in her blouses.

Although the temptation was great, I refrained from having sex until the divorce proceedings had run its course. I have to admit that I became even more familiar with Mother Thumb and her four daughters during that period. However the night I received notification that the divorce was final, I asked Nola out to dinner to celebrate. We had a wonderfully cozy dinner, after which I offered to take her dancing or ...

Nola led me back to my car, directed me to take her home, and then very firmly requested that I take her to bed. I made a hog of myself between her big tits and she seemed on the verge of cumming. When I finally slipped down her sweet form and tasted her pussy for the first time, she instantly shuddered and groaned about feeling so good as she came. Sometime between my continued tonguing of her soft folds and stabbing the tip of my tongue into her anus, she came again.




Two for One



When I slithered up her form and slid my cock into her hot sticky cunt, she grasp me tightly and I groaned from disappointment, knowing that I couldn't last as long as I wanted. However Nola quickly swapped directions, stuck my cock into her throat, and had me hard again in a few minutes. We explored several positions before I came again while pumping her sweet pussy from behind in the doggy position. Nola had rewarded me with two more climaxes, boosting my ego enormously.

That was a little over two years ago. Nola and I dated for about six months with some great sex but even better times simply sharing time together. She moved in with me then and we spent another four months together before we married, an event I have never regretted. Nola shows no signs of being unfaithful to me.

In the meantime, Dan has also found another partner. He dated and married his admin, who is still working for him as well as taking care of his needs at home. One good thing about their arrangement is that Dan often requires administrative support on his trips, and Janice just loves to travel with him. I've never seen him look more happy.



Two for One



This story is dedicated to Claire, she knows who she is. For being my inspiration, my encouragement and my proof-reader for this story. Thanks hun!

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Slumping low in the soft cushioned cinema seat she bit her bottom lip, holding back the silent tears threatening to spill at the ridiculously mushy scene on the screen before her. Wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her black hooded sweatshirt she shot a glance over to the girl sitting besides her, and smiled slightly as she caught her looking. 

It was Wednesday night, nothing unusual about that, two for one night at the cinema, and if everything had gone to plan then sitting to her left, in the vacant seat would have been her boyfriend; but things hadn't gone to plan, had they? He'd done the unspeakable and cancelled their date, told her that "something had come up." Again.

He'd increasingly found excuses not to go out with her lately, to a point where she was starting to wonder whether he was maybe seeing someone else. She just wasn't sure how best to tackle him on the issue, without feeling like an idiot should her fears be unfounded.

So she'd come out on her own, determined not to let him ruin her evening, but now, watching the happy couples on the big screen was only making her feel miserable. She couldn't hold back her tears, she was fed up of being let down, fed up of being messed around. Shaking her head she stood up, apologising to the people around her as she shuffled along the row of seats to the walkway where she ran towards the toilets, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. 

Once inside the toilets, in the bright, glaring light and away from the happy couples in the film and the visions of other couples in the back row, she looked into the mirror above the sinks as she wiped at the tears. 

'Stupid men. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.' She thought bitterly as she took in her slightly disheveled appearance, her brown eyes slightly red and puffy from her tears. Her light brown hair falling in a slightly tangled mess over her face, where she had been running her fingers through it all afternoon. Black skirt, black jumper and purple Dr. Martens completed her 'I don't care what any of you think of me' look.

She looked up as the door slowly opened behind her, a red haired girl entering, brown eyes and a white name tag that ready 'Claire - Happy to Help'.

"Are you ok?" She asked. "I saw you rush out of the screen, I was sitting next to you, you looked really upset." 

"I guess, just, fed up of being let down and then watching hopelessly romantic, fairytale love stories."

"That sucks. Let me guess, you were meant to be coming out with someone, but they let you down?"

"That's right, my boyfriend, but he had something come up. He always does these days." She burst into tears again as she thought about the number of times he had let her down recently. 

"Aww sweets, that's just no good at all." Claire replied moving in closer to the other girl, putting a friendly arm around her shoulder, drawing her in close, just letting her cry for a bit. 

"He, he, keeps making excuses to come out with me, I don't think he likes me anymore." The brown haired girl stammered through her slowing tears, her face buried in the other girls shoulder, unselfconsciously hugging her back, her arms around the other girl's waist. 

"Well, you're better off without him then, just get rid of him. Honestly, they're not worth tears, you can do much better."

Claire smiled encouragingly as the other girl looked up at her, her face was tear streaked, but she was still wonderful, her wavy hair framing her face perfectly. Her clothes might be baggy, hiding the body underneath but her imagination was running wild. She wondered what this girl would think if she told her that she found her attractive. 

She reached up and brushed a few strands of hair off the other girls face, tucking her brown hair behind her ears, watching her face for any signs of discomfort, but neither of them had taken the hands off each other. 

The other girl returned the smile, her left hand moving slightly higher up Claire's back, slipping underneath the material of her t-shirt, she wasn't thinking about what she was doing, just reacting to what felt right. She paused for a moment to let her eyes roam over Claire's body, the snug fitting black trousers, the loose, pale blue shirt that hid everything, leaving everything to the imagination. She was slightly shocked to find that she was liking the images her imagination were turning up. What would this stranger think?

Their eyes were locked as Claire's fingers hesitated by the other girl's ear, both watching each other for some sign to keep going, or to stop. Almost holding their breaths, watching, waiting. 

Making the first move Claire slowly lowered her lips towards the other girls', holding back at the very last moment, giving the other girl the final chance to walk away and never look back. She didn't, instead she moved into the other girl, closing that final gap between them, their lips barely brushing against each other, maintaining that minimal contact, until slowly, making it a harder and deeper and much more passionate kiss.

Claire slowly ran her tongue across the other girls lips, gently leading her into a deeper, open mouthed kiss, tongues exploring each others' mouths.

Both relaxing into their new found relationship, if it could be called that, they started growing bolder, their hands continuing their explorations of each others' bodies. Claire's fingers trailing down the other girl's cheek, and then down the side of her neck, to dance across her collar bone and the neckline of her t-shirt. 

The other girl's hand came up to cup Claire's breasts through her bra, she felt and heard Claire's sharp intake of breath as she lightly flicked her fingertip over her left nipple, feeling it harden through the thin cotton. 

Claire let her hand wander up the other girl's thigh, easily slipping under the skirt, massaging and stroking her inner thigh, stopping just as her fingertips brushed against the other girl's panties, eliciting a small moan from her. 

The brown haired girl reached around to undo the clasp on Claire's bra, allowing her hands to slide under the cups and gently tease and stroke her breasts, delicately exploring the soft, warm flesh. Deliberately ignoring her nipples until she felt Claire's fingers against her panties.

Her fingers roamed all over the panties, exploring, marvelling at the texture of tight, stretchy cotton, teasing along the delicate lace edging, q pressing the damp material where it covered the brown haired girl's slit. With deliberate flicks of her fingernails, Claire teased her hidden clit until it protruded from its concealing hood. Her body began to tremble, her chest heaving her breath shortening to desperate gasps.

Her fingers toyed with Claire's nipples, rubbing and squeezing, one hand moving down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans, undoing them with a seemingly practised ease, easing them down her thighs, letting them pool around her feet. She stepped back, finally breaking their kiss, giving herself more room to manoeuver, mimicking Claire's actions, teasing her through her panties, their eyes looked, each smiling at every moan, every involuntary thrust against each other's hands. 

Claire had the other girl's skirt bunched up around her waist as she slowly started to slide her panties down her legs, her fingers making small circles on her inner thighs as she let the panties drop to the floor. 

"Up on the sink edge sweets." She said, smiling warmly, her fingers drawing closer and closer to the stranger's pussy, feeling the first traces of wetness. 

The other girl did as she was told, hopping up into the sink, the porcelain top cold against her exposed skin, but it was a rush, knowing she was completely naked from the waist down, except for her boots, and that anyone could walk in on them, especially once the film finished. 

Claire gently stroked her fingers up and down the other girl's outer lips, feeling the heat emanating from her, the quickly spreading wetness, eventually leaning forwards and lightly 

licking where her fingers had been just seconds before, giving herself her first taste. She teased and tickled with just the tip of her tongue before finally pushing it inside her, as deep as it would go, causing the other girl to moan loudly, pressing herself forwards onto her face.

Grinning broadly Claire replaced her tongue with two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of the other girl, feeling her clench around them as she moved her tongue up to her clit, flicking little circles over it. Her fingers thrusting in and out easily, curling upwards, pressing hard against the other girl's g-spot making her arch her back and moan louder still. 

The brown haired girl was clinging onto the work top, digging her hands into the hard, unyielding surface as best she could, trying to control her breathing, wanting the feelings to last forever. This stranger was making her feel so good, her expert tongue and fingers finding and pressing all the right buttons. She could feel her orgasm building, quickly catching up with her. Her breath was ragged, her skin flush with desire as Claire's tongue tapped out an intricate rhythm on her clit, flicking, sucking and licking. 

"That's so good... Oh yes..." She gasped. 

Claire responded by sucking the other girl's clit into her mouth, catching it between her teeth lightly, flicking her tongue across it hard and fast, pressing her fingers up inside her. There was nothing the other girl could do but ride the sensations as her orgasm peaked, washing over her, her pussy clenching around Claire's fingers.

"That feel good?" Claire asked, smiling as she slowly withdrew her fingers, looking up into the other girl's eyes. 

"Good doesn't quite cut it..." She replied, reaching out and pulling Claire towards her, kissing her hard and passionately, tasting herself on her lips and mouth. 

"Well, like the badge says, 'Happy to Help'." 

"Do you want to come back to mine? Or go somewhere other than this? I... I want to repay the favour, but we're going to be overrun by people when the film finishes." She wrapped one arm around Claire's waist, the other hand was resting lightly against her panties, teasing. 

"Sounds like a plan."

Maybe it was going to be two for one night after all.



Two for One



I passed by several times, on several different days, before finding the courage to go in. It wasn't the courage to face some personal demon that I needed, just the kind of everyday bravery necessary to face old friends going through a sad time. The store was closing. I'd read about it in the newspaper first, and then got the inside story from a girlfriend of mine who still worked there.

Reynolds Brothers was an institution. In business since the 40's, it was the only department store still downtown, with all the others moving to suburban malls decades before. And not only that, the Reynolds family still owned and ran the place. It was the third generation now, with brothers Jeff and James still providing good jobs, still offering credit to local families, and still placing special orders, whether for that prom dress for Tiffany or just the right chairs to match Mrs. Jones' dining table.

I had worked there during my freshman and sophomore years, full time in the summers and part time during classes, before having to quit this past year when I got the internship I needed for my major (communications, if you're curious). They'd been incredibly supportive of me, and it was truly sad to think of the business coming to an end. And in case you're thinking it was the typical case of an old family business falling prey to big box stores, I should set the record straight.

Turns out, the city had been trying for quite a while to buy the family out. Successful as the store was, the old downtown was crumbling around it, and the city had developed a plan to turn the whole area into a thriving new district - with the cornerstone being nightclubs and condos rather than traditional old department stores. And especially since the Reynolds building was a historic treasure in great condition, the city was eager to market that site in particular to trendy new businesses. The pressure finally became too much, and the family decided to go ahead with a sale to the city for a fair market value.

At first, some members of the family pushed to keep the business going, relocating somewhere else in town. But in the end, my girlfriend shared with me, Jeff and James agreed that they'd rather quit while they were ahead, put away nest eggs for themselves, and pursue other dreams they'd long ago left to simmer on the back burner. Too old to re-start the business in a new location, but still young enough to start fresh with new adventures.

So that brings us to yesterday, when I stood outside the store, unable to actually see in the windows because of the sea of banners declaring 'going out of business' and 'everything must go' sales. My inner shopper, sensing the great deals that awaited me, finally overtook any trepidation about confronting the long faces inside, and I entered through the revolving door.

I chatted with several old friends before finally finding my way to the clearance racks in women's clothes. It was already late - about 20 minutes before closing time, so I knew I'd need to move fast if I actually hoped to take advantage of any deals. Wow, 70% off, they really did want to sell off all this merchandise fast! I had gathered several items and was heading for the dressing room when I noticed Jeff and James walking by.

"Hey, guys! You probably knew I couldn't stay away, huh?"

"Hi Katrina, great to see you again," Jeff replied with a smile. 

They peppered me with proud former employer questions before I finally got a word in edgewise. "Um, if you guys want to close on time, I'd better start trying some of these things on?"

James looked at his watch, and replied, "Wow, you're right, didn't realize how late it is!"

"I'm happy to keep talking - hey, in fact, have a seat, and I'll show you what I've picked out!" I disappeared into the dressing room to try on the first of many outfits, and they sat down a few feet away, close enough that we could keep chatting.

The first outfit was a red sweater set with designer jeans, the next a sheer black top and long flowing skirt. They were asking now about my internship, and as I excitedly shared the details with them, I was surprised to realize that I was enjoying the experience of modeling for them. I tried to push the thought away as we continued our conversation, but soon it was impossible. I was suddenly more focused on their chiseled features then on their conversation, and more interested in whether their eyes traced my curves than whether the outfits were a good deal.

What happened next just made things worse. The girlfriend I mentioned earlier, an old friend who still worked at the store, walked by and greeted me as she would if we met on campus, "Hey, Hurricane!"

I blushed, James gave me a puzzled look, and I disappeared into the dressing room again, this time with a dress. I knew what was coming, and held my breath as I waited for it.

"Hurricane? I don't remember you having that nickname?"

"Yeah, well, it's something that I, um, picked up on campus this year."

"Because your name is Katrina?"

"Yeah, that's it, because of my name."

"That can't be the only reason, though, right?" Jeff was pressing the issue.

"Well, no, it's also because I like the drink. Which was discovered at a frat party not too long ago, when I had a few too many..."

I let my voice trail off, realizing I'd already said too much. These guys loved to tease - and I knew now they wouldn't let this one go until they had the whole truth. I remained in the dressing room while my former bosses wished my former coworkers a good evening, assuring them that they could head home, that they would take care of me, the last customer.

The voices trailed off as people walked away, and after a few moments of silence, James picked up the conversation where Jeff had left off. "And did, um, something happen once you'd had a few too many hurricanes?"

"No comment," I said as I emerged from the small room and showed off the form-fitting dress I'd finally managed to zip up myself in the back.

"Ah, we can't let you off that easy. Come on, you know you want to tell us!"

"Um, really, no I don't! How do you like this dress?"

"Nice, and I hear you can get it for a great price. But back to the topic - hurricane?"

"Nope, not sharing." I went back into the dressing room. "You may not be my bosses anymore, but it's still way too inappropriate to.... OUCH!"

"What, what's wrong?"

"I was trying to unzip this dress, and my hair got caught!"

"Come on out, we can help!"

I came out of the room, gave Jeff a sheepish grin, and turned my back to him, presenting him with the zipper. It was silly to try to reach it myself - it was one of those dresses with a zipper in the back which reaches all the way from the neckline to the small of the back. And with long blonde hair like mine, a zipper could be a dangerous proposition! I scooped what I could of my hair into a ponytail as Jeff grabbed the zipper and gave it a firm tug. No luck on the first few tries, but then...

When he finally did get the zipper to budge, it completely unzipped in one fast motion. My first reaction was pain, as a few dozen hairs were yanked out of my head. When I recovered, my eyes met James', and I realized two things: Jeff's hand wasn't moving from the small of my back where it had landed, and the fabric of the dress was slipping, slipping, so that I would have to move quickly to avoid flashing these guys.

Instinctively, I turned towards Jeff. At the same moment, he shifted as well, so that his hand ended up grazing my breast. I blushed, fumbled with the fabric, and lost my handle on it, leaving me completely exposed as I stood in front of the two men. I'm sure my mind should have gone elsewhere, but again, all I could think of was how attractive they were. And I could guess that they were wondering whether, since I clearly hadn't worn a bra, I was also not wearing panties?

As I watched them watching me, two 40-something brothers, handsome in their confident success, I decided there was only one way to break the silence. "Well, since we've already crossed a few lines, do you want the 'hurricane' story now?"

Jason replied with a wink, "As long as you can tell it without covering up those beautiful breasts of yours!"

"Oh, don't worry. In fact, I think I'll slip out of this dress altogether - it's not quite the fit I was looking for."

I slithered out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor around my feet, and was now standing before them in just my black thong panties and heels.

"Well, I don't remember the night very clearly myself, but apparently once I'd enjoyed a few hurricanes, I offered a certain service to some of the guys at the frat party, and it quickly got around campus that I can really blow. I don't remember how many guys it was, but I do know I enjoyed myself."

"Wow. I think we're going to need to see this for ourselves."

"Works for me!" I dropped to my knees as they scrambled to unzip their slacks, letting them slide to their knees, and present me with their half-hard cocks. Positioning myself between them, I grabbed a cock in each hand and began stroking, while I took turns taking each of them into my mouth. Fleeting thoughts entered and left my head - were all of the other employees actually gone, or could someone still be watching us? How amazing was it that I was on my knees, pleasuring these two men who had just a year ago been my bosses! But I couldn't focus on anything but the task at hand.

After a few minutes, they were pounding into me, each man taking his turn to fill my throat with his bulging cock before watching his brother do the same. Their praises only served to make me work harder - god, you can take it so deep - yes, Katrina, that's it, suck me off! Their hands began to explore what they could reach of my body, fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples, stroking my shoulders.

Jeff was the first to approach orgasm, so I focused my attention on his cock as James pulled my hair into a ponytail and encouraged my motions on his brother. I licked slowly from his balls to the tip of his cock a few times, then spit onto his shaft and began a fast, smooth motion, sucking firmly on the last few inches of his shaft as I also used my hands to fondle his cock and balls.

After about a minute of my expert treatment, he pulled out of my mouth, and with a shout, shot his load into my open mouth, his cum dripping down my chin and landing with a splat on my breast. Throughout Jeff's orgasm, James had continued to stroke his own cock, and now he watched eagerly as I massaged the cum into my breasts, leaving them glistening in the bright lights of the store.

Once Jeff had recovered, he made a suggestion. "Perhaps we should move things to a more suitable department in the store?"

Eager to get off my knees, I quickly agreed, and led the two men up the escalator to the second floor, where we found ourselves in the furniture department. The entire floor offered possibilities - from sofas and beds to chairs and tables - but I made what struck me as a sexy choice, heading for the corner of the room where there was a pool table as part of a display of rec room furniture.

James climbed on to the table and sat down, his cock still rock hard and jutting up from his body. I joined him on the table, positioned myself on all fours above him, and once again began giving him the expert attention of my mouth. Meanwhile, Jeff stood at the edge of the table behind me and began exploring my sex with his fingers. First on top of my panties, and then moving them aside, his fingers traced from my inner thighs to my already-dripping pussy.

I began to pant in pleasure at his touch, and truly lost control when he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Before long, I was crying out, and could no longer keep James' cock in my mouth. He quickly found a suitable punishment, pulling me forward and forcing his cock into my pussy before his brother could bring me to orgasm with his tongue. I whimpered, then deeply moaned, as he filled me more completely than I had ever been filled before.

As I began to ride him, he grabbed my breasts firmly, squeezing and kneading them as I encouraged him. "Yes, that's it, fuck me harder, harder!"

Before I had a chance to think about what might be coming next, Jeff climbed onto the table and I felt his warmth as he approached me from behind. James pulled me towards him, and as our nipples touched, I quickly learned of Jeff's plan - he was going to take me in the ass! I had never had a cock in my ass before, much less been double-penetrated, but any fear of pain I may have had was very much overwhelmed by the excitement of the situation.

James slowed his motions in and out of my pussy long enough to give Jeff a chance to press into me. I squealed as he took what seemed like minutes to completely fill my ass with his hard cock. Both men waited for me to adjust to the fullness of penetration, in fact allowing me to be the one to begin our motions once again. Once I was ready, I began rotating my hips, encouraging them, until finally they were both pounding in and out of me.

It wasn't long before I exploded with the most powerful orgasm of my life. I could feel my muscles clenching and my juices oozing out of my pussy as the two men continued to fuck me relentlessly. I had just barely come down from my high, just barely remembered where I was, when they both pulled out of me and shifted our position one last time. I quickly found myself on my back, my head dangling over the edge of the pool table, with the men now standing on the floor, one on each side.

They stroked themselves furiously for a few moments more before finally covering me in their cum. Exhausted, I caught as much as I could in my mouth, but much of the sticky goo landed elsewhere - on my cheeks, in my hair, on my breasts. It took quite a while to get myself cleaned up, but the mess was well worth it - best time of my young life.

Over the next few days, I got lots of complements on my new clothes, and I was happy to encourage my friends to visit the store and take advantage of must-sell pricing. What I kept to myself, though, behind a coy smile, was the great two-for-one bargain I'd gotten.