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Tight

By: LenNeal



"I was an ugly, fat girl."

That's what she'd said, although he had trouble believing it, the way she looked now. Then she bent over, and leaned on the fabric covered table. The brown thong slithered between her ass cheeks, and with her deep tan, it was barely visible as an article of clothing. A turquoise jewel on the triangular patch at the small of her back gleamed against her skin. She was stunningly hot and curvaceous, smoking.

She reached back, arching her back and making her shoulders into a deep valley. She hooked her fingers in the band of the thong and pulled down, exposing her ass completely. He looked down at her asshole and pussy, and touched the rounded globes, caressing and palming her body, smoothly, then roughly, until he heard her breath change. 

"Come on, do it!" she said, almost snarling. 

She bobbed her head at the glass bottle on the table, making her tastefully blonde-colored hair swish in front of her face. He reached for the container, and dabbed some on his left hand, saving the right for her swaying tits. Cupping her breasts and flicking for the nipples, he rubbed the viscous liquid on her asshole, pushing and pressing. She grunted and pushed back, impatient. He pulled back and coated his first finger with the stuff, and pushed it directly into her pulsing asshole.

She squealed and shoved forward, then took a deep breath and shoved back on his finger, until it was in her up to the last knuckle. She cursed in a deep voice, and said something unintelligible. He squeezed her tits and pinched the nipples, now hard, through the thin brown fabric. He felt the turquoise jewel, another one, between her breasts, twisted it to pull her tits together, then letting go to catch a hard nipple between a finger and thumb. She tried to pull away a little, but with one firm hand on her tit and another with a finger up her ass, she couldn't go far. 

He pulled the finger out of her ass, and she gasped; he let go of her tits and used that hand to pour a good amount of the liquid on his hand, and with two fingers, he pushed into her. She put her head down, breathing heavily and muttering. He put his free hand on the back of her neck, pushing, and used his fingers to fuck her asshole, sliding nicely and smoothly. She managed to turn her head so he could see her face, and she had her teeth together, lips pulled back, grimacing. She looked at him, caught his eye, and a look of absolute lust walked across her face. She shoved back on his fingers. 

He pulled out, and this time her asshole stayed open for a brief second, open and round, and the sight of it made his cock rage. He couldn't believe how intense it was, and he wanted that ass more than he'd ever wanted anything in the world, ever, in his life. He lubed up again, and pushed three fingers in; she cried out. When he looked at her again, her eyes were heavy-lidded and slightly open, and her tongue was moving on her lips. Keeping the digits in her tight asshole, he leaned over, pinched a nipple hard, and kissed her on the mouth. Sliding in and out of her, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, abusing her fine tits, and she groaned into his mouth, trying to say things.

She finally managed to communicate, "F-fuck me-!" 

He pulled the fingers out, looking again at the impossibly sexual, dilated hole between her fabulous, round, tight ass cheeks, and carefully but rapidly spread as much liquid on his rock hard cock as he could. Her asshole pulsated and tried to close, but he pressed the head of his cock on the opening, which fit him almost perfectly, just tight enough to grip but not too small, and with a single, rocking motion, he pushed into her constricting asshole. 

She yelled out, a high-pitched little squeaking grunt, and he waited for a second, with just the very head in her hot, yielding body, while she wriggled and stretched. He grabbed a handful of breast and cruelly yanked on a nipple, and she yelled, this time for real, and shoved back on him. He pulled back, quickly slathered a touch more liquid on the shaft of his cock, and pushed, hard. 

Her head went down and she groaned loudly while he molested her tits and fucked her in the ass. He got his cock all the way into her incredible asshole, while she swayed and moaned and swore. He pulled back, almost all the way out, and she exhaled loudly; when he pushed back into her she collapsed on the table, cursing and writhing, grabbing the cloth and shoving her ass over his cock. 

He pumped her asshole, pounding her as hard as he could, for what seemed like an exquisite century, then, with no warning to himself, his cock pulsed violently and he started coming. 

He couldn't help but shout out, a series of foul invectives, calling the gorgeous, sexy woman under him every name in the dirty book. He couldn't stop his outburst, and pounded her ass helplessly while his cock, on it's own life, splattered semen into her unbelievable asshole. He mauled her tits and grabbed at her round cheeks, groaning and saying filthy things while she squirmed and cried, held down and fucked in her delicate ass.

He wasn't done coming, but he couldn't stand it any more, and he yanked his cock out of her body. When the tip came out, her asshole stayed open, and he watched while, incredibly, his cock sprayed its very last bit of come into the cleft of her ass cheeks, where the pearls of semen crept down and wriggled into her distended, pulsating asshole. They'd almost all gone inside her when her asshole clenched and, like a reversed, slow-motion film of a flower opening, slowly closed, trapping his come in her body. He almost fell on her, and felt weak, and he came close to tipping over. He stumbled over to the chair next to them and sat heavily, worn out. He felt like he'd sprayed out his entire life energy when he came in her. He felt confused and unable.

She laid on the table for a while, gasping and heaving, her bikini bottoms still around her ankles, her hair over her face. Her ass, her sublime ass, curved beautifully at the edge of the table, and her legs were shaped by her position into statuesque perfection. Her round, tight tits pillowed on the table's surface. He watched her body, then watched as she stood up and pulled her bikini bottoms up. 

Then she pulled them down again, showing off her nicely sculpted pubic hair, and when she moved he could see her pussy was wet. She kicked off the bottoms, picked them up, and left the room. 

He was slumped in the chair when she came back, bottoms back on, and she smirked at him. He weakly waved his hand, trying to smile, and she laughed. 

He tried to put together a snappy comment, but all he could manage, and he didn't mean to say it, was, "I can't believe you did that."

She smiled, a big, wide, thinking smile, a Cheshire cat smile, so much so he almost expected her to vanish into thin air. Then she said, "I worked hard on this body; and if I've got it, I'm going to use all of it."

She adjusted her swimsuit, jewelry dangling slightly, rotated on her feet, arching and testing, and said, "Nothing lasts forever."

Tight



Part One:

I had a busy life. I was 20, a junior in college and also supporting myself with work as a waitress. I was receiving financial aid, but it wasn't enough to support me completely – that's where work came in. And I enjoyed it. I was working in Chicago and I got to meet a great many people in my line of work. 

I dug my heels into the bright lights of Chicago upon high school graduation. That's when I met Jack – who was now a frequent customer at the restaurant. I was a crazy kid out on the town, hitting the clubs, using fake I.D.s, getting drunk, etc. 

I had grown up in a very academically-driven household and even though I was in college (pursuing my Bachelor's in Creative Writing), I followed my arrow to a liberal arts college. My parents were terribly harsh and strict, and by the time I found myself as an independent adult, I was unable to control my free-spiritedness. 

One night I got drunk and threw up on the sidewalk and passed out. That's when Jack found me. He picked me up and carried me to his car, back home to his couch and supplied me with a pillow and blanket. The next morning I had an awful hangover and it was awkward, but we got to know each other. I learned he was an early retiree (only 55) and that he had been divorced for nearly eight years. He had no children and not that I could really blame him. There I was, a horrible mess, and not feeling well, a wild child, and he treated me with nothing but kindness.

There was something attractive about him, although he was average in looks. He had a round stomach and sexy green eyes and was average in height, but he had a commanding presence. For my 20th birthday he had sent me flowers and a card. But I wanted more than a friendship with him. And I think he wanted more than a friendship with me, too. But, God, was he something else! He was a true manly man. 

When he was 32, Jack had become supervisor of a UPS unit where he had worked since his early twenties. Before that he had worked at different places, here and there, wherever he could – he seemed restless. He had tried the college thing, but it didn't suit him and I couldn't blame him for that either. College just wasn't everyone's dig. And he turned out to be a helluva man and smart as a whip. You don't need a degree to read the writing on the wall.

We had exchanged phone numbers and occasionally we went out to lunch, but nothing more than that – I think he saw me as a lost child in a big city and he was my protector. I liked our roles thus far.

On that particular day, I had had two classes in the morning and then I had to work second shift at the restaurant. I had my own girlfriends, but my tastes in friends varied, as you can tell. When my second shift was over, I was beat. I stripped and drew myself a bubble bath in my apartment. I had seen the dorms that were available on the campus tour and they were blah. They were cramped, so I decided to pass and instead work for my own independent living space.

I sunk into the cloud of bubbles. I had longish red hair with a natural wave in it and a tight body with pointed, high breasts, a petite stomach and flared hips. I had slept with two men; one was a drunken mistake and the other I had been dating for about two years. They had both been in my age group, but I was curious as to what an older man would be like. That's where my thoughts about Jack came in.

As it turned out, I didn't feel much like a bubble bath, so I made a quick grilled cheese sandwich and hit the hay.


Part Two:

"How is your salad?" Jack asked me.

I nodded. "Real good. How's your sandwich?"

"Really good. Do you feel like catching a show or do you have homework to do?" He looked at me over his glass of Pepsi. Ah, those wonderful green eyes!

"I'm supposed to do some reading, but that's it. I feel like a show." I paused and then showed him my hands. "Look. Do you like my manicure?"

He smiled at me. I loved his smile. "Yes, of course, very nice." He put down his fries and showed me his hands. "Do you like my fingernails?"

"You didn't get a manicure."

He laughed. "I know."

We laughed. He had clipped his fingernails crooked and sideways, with hangnails like ugly hinges. 

We had decided to see Lincoln, and as I got up from the booth, he helped me slip on my coat, which is something he had never done before. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The theatre was only about a block away and the weather was permitting, so we decided to walk. Coming out of the restaurant, I strapped my purse over my shoulder when I felt a fierce tug. A man was trying to steal my purse.

"Stop!" I screamed. "Get off of my purse!" I began to tug at it. People around us stopped to watch.

Jack intervened, who was easily three or four inches taller than the perpetrator. He gave him a good sock in the jaw and the man fell back into the gutter and gathered himself up and ran away, shocked.

"Oh my God," I said.

"Get outta here!" Jack yelled at the man. He then held me by the outside of my biceps and stooped, looking into my eyes. "Are you all right?"

I nodded. "I'm okay, just a little shook up. Jesus!" I laughed. I then wore my purse strap across my chest like I always did and we went on our way to the theatre, via a cab this time.

During the movie I was distracted by Jack. I wanted to hold his hand. I liked the way the screen highlighted his face. Occasionally our hands would touch as we would dig into the tub of popcorn and we would exchange a smile. But the popcorn ran out, and now there was no reason to touch. And I wanted to touch him. In the bedroom, I was submissive and wondered what power his charms would work on me. Before I had time to act, he put his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. It seemed so natural. I felt so excited inside. This man was old enough to be my father, but that didn't seem to bother either of us. In all his years, he must've had plenty of women, but if we were ever to sleep together, I wanted to be his greatest and his tightest.

Lincoln ended sadly, but I barely noticed – I was only noticing Jack. Once we got outside, the night had set in and it was lightly snowing. He zipped up his coat.

"Jesus, it got cold," he said. "Now let's catch a cab, we don't want to be walking after what happened this afternoon."

"A cab? Well, at least let me pay for it."

"Oh, I couldn't let you do that."

"But you paid for lunch and the movies."

"All right, if you insist."

I laughed and hailed a taxi and he held the door open for me. The plan was that the cabbie would drop him at his place and then drop me at my place, as I was farther uptown. When we came to Jack's complex, he invited me upstairs. I pretended to think about it for a moment, but inwardly I was jumping up and down. I paid the cabbie and we went upstairs. 

"How about a glass of wine?" He asked when we walked into his apartment.

"Sure. White wine if you have it." I said and unzipped my coat and hung it on the rack.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said.

I took off my heels. I knew Jack liked heels. I remember him telling me that once and these particular pumps went well with my jeans and sweater. And this particular sweater was tight and showed everything. 

His apartment was basic and clean without being fancy or showy about anything. He came out with two glasses of wine. He raised his glass. I did the same.

"To a great friendship and beyond," he said and threw his head back.

I took a sip of wine. "Very good. You really inhaled that wine, I have to say," I laughed.

He smiled. "That really hits the spot. Have a seat."

He went into the kitchen for a minute and came back with his hands empty. I sat down on his couch and set my wineglass on the coffee table. He sat beside me, very closely. I shifted my body sideways to face him, my arms resting on the back of the couch. I began to slightly touch his face with my hand. He was blushing. I think I was too. He began to chuckle.

"What's funny?"

"I was just thinking of that time you spent the night here. You were really a mess."

I tilted my head back and laughed. "I really was. Thank you for picking me up off the street. Literally!"

He leaned his face close to mine. "I'm glad I did it."

Our mouths met. His lips were soft and warm. Our passion began to grow fast. I cuddled up close to him. His large hand was rubbing my back on the outside of my sweater.

"Oh, Honey," he said. 

"Yes, Jack?" I said, kissing his neck. His five o'clock shadow was starting to come in. He was so gruff. 

"I want you so bad," he groaned.

"I want you, too, Jack." I started to unbutton his shirt buttons and kiss his chest. It was lightly hairy and very sexy. It had some flab on it, but that was to be expected.

"Sit up for a minute, Baby," he directed me.

I did so, my feet tucked under me. He unbuttoned my sweater and took it gently off my arms and stared at my 34B's trapped in their white bra. The bra straps were coming down around my biceps and he put his head in my cleavage.

"Oh Baby," his face came up to my face and he cradled me. "You know tonight's the night, right?"

I almost had to roll my eyes, but I smiled. "Yes, I know. I've been wanting to do this with you for a long time."

"You have?"

"Of course."

I sat back up and unbuckled his pants and took his cock out. It must've been seven inches or so. It was delicious looking. It was leaking desire for me and I was so wet for him as well that I was wiggling.

"Come on," he held my hand and led me to his bedroom. 

Once inside his bedroom, he turned on the lamp. It gave off a soft glow. His bed was made and gave off the same vibe as the living room – basic: a man's bedroom. 

Standing there, our clothes were disheveled and we began to kiss once more. His caresses were the sexiest thing I had ever felt. They were so gentle and yet so commanding – I knew he was in charge of the situation and I wanted to please him. His hands wandered down to my butt and began to rub it and tucked his hand in one of the back pockets.

"Mmm," he groaned. His groans made me melt.

We moved over to the bed and he laid me down and tried to take my jeans off. He laughed and I was being stubborn and of no help to him. I grinned.

"How do you take these things off? They're painted on."

"Makes your job difficult, huh?" I replied and giggled.

I helped him get my jeans off and he took his shirt off. We lied in bed kissing and he took my bra off. I loved exposing myself to him because he seemed so much to enjoy it. He sucked on each of my tits as if I were mothering him. I stroked back his brown/greying hair, arching my back in the moonlight. I didn't know how he felt about me, but he was the greatest lover I'd had thus far. I told him to stop for a moment while I slid off my panties. My crotch had a slight amount of hair on it, but not a whole lot. Jack was treating me like a queen.

He parted my thighs with his dominant hands and first fingered my pussy. My pussy was so wet that it was making squelching sounds. Jack and I groaned in unison listening to this. He licked his finger then started to lick and kiss my pussy. It felt so good, and it relaxed me, too. I could feel my desire flow out of me. I could feel his tongue dig inside of me, greedily, wanting more. I was ready.

"Jack, I'm ready, I need it now."

He stood up all the way and dropped his shorts.

"Oh, Penny baby, I need it too." He held onto his cock and directed it into my pussy. I could feel it open up to him. We began to screw slowly, his eyes looking into mine.

"Oh Jack, that's it, oh it feels so good."

"Damn, you're so tight, Baby," he told me. "You feel so good."

He picked up his pace and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

I humped my hips forward to meet his thrusts. The mattress was squeaking and the bed was banging the wall with our fucking. I was wearing a film of sweat over my body and especially the back of my neck and my back.

"Oh God! I'm cumming, oh God, here it cums," Jack whispered.

I came shortly before he did, my pussy clenching onto his cock. I bit his shoulder as our bodies were tangled together. He came into me. I loved feeling his cum just flowing into me. He slowly eased his dick out of my body and plopped next to me. 

"That was heaven," I told him. We were both panting. "I have to go put on my patch. Hang on just a second."

I went to the living room and dug into my purse and found one of my birth control patches, peeled it back and put it on the outside of my arm. I came back and lied next to Jack.

He smiled. "Good thing you have your patches. I have condoms in the house, but I had no control to use them in this case."

I laughed and curled up to him. "You were so good, Jack."

"So were you. Are you sure you're only twenty?"

I giggled. "I had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration. It's been a while for me."

"For me too. And being around you wasn't easy. Those tight sweaters and those little jeans. Jesus."

I grinned at him. "So you've been noticing. Well, I've been noticing you too, you know. I love your eyes and your laugh. And now I've found out I love your chest hair."

He laughed. "Oh, do you now?" We kissed

I nodded and smiled. "I just have to use your bathroom real quick."

"Say, are you hungry by any chance?" He asked, sitting up. "It's only seven-thirty."

"I am hungry," I said. "But first let me pee!"

In his bathroom, I did my business and washed my hands and crawled into his terrycloth bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. When I walked into his room he was fully dressed.

"What gives?" I asked. "I like you stripped down."

He laughed that sexy laugh I so adored. "I ordered us a pizza and didn't want to answer the door in my underwear. I remember you like pepperoni, right?"

"Yep. You remembered."

"Good. Now come here before I have to throw you over my knee."

I smiled at him and walked over to where he was standing. We kissed passionately, the heat rising. We erupted in giggles and fell onto the bed.

"You know, you remind me a lot of myself when I was younger," he told me.

"I do?" I said, propping myself up on one elbow.

"Yeah. I may seem like an old man now, but I was a wild one when I was a kid. Of course, when I was your age, I never would've slept with a woman in her fifties."

I giggled. "No?"

"No. Not that I disapprove of you sleeping with me. I approve of it very much. By the way, my bathrobe suits you. Very sexy."

We cuddled and flirted for a while until the pizza came and sat up in his bed watching one of his Seinfeld DVDs, a show of which we were both a fan of and a show which both made us laugh hysterically, even though we had seen each episode at least five times.

We screwed once more that evening and then hit the sack. Apparently Seinfeld, screwing and eating were our favorite past times because we seemed well-suited for each other in the bedroom and for these activities. I was a very studious student and a well-behaved, determined worker, but when it was time to punch out, it was my time, and I was happy Jack was in a phase in his life where he wasn't attached to a woman.

The night and traffic hustled on while I slept in his arms. This was our time to be together now, to bust wide open our sexual frustration that we had for one another. He was mine, and although he was asleep, he was mine, and I watched him sleep. And if I wasn't watching him sleep, he was alive in the air bubbles of my dreams.



Tight & White



My love for panties goes back as long as I can remember. When I met my girlfriends mother I knew I had to have her panties. She wore a tight fitting skirt with an iridescent white blouse. The blouse showed her lace bra underneath and just a hint of her dark nipples trying to break free. Her panty lines were evident, full granny panties it appeared, yet there was a slender look to them. My anxiety to see what lay beneath was soon quenched as she stepped over her daughter and I. I snuck a peek that seemed to take hours for nothing more than a glimpse. She had a white slip under the skirt that may be why her panty lines had been subdued.

I hinted to my girl that I needed to wash my work clothes if I were to stay. After changing she told me to follow her down the hall to her mothers room. She had just finished her laundry so she had nothing to add. Without a thought she threw open the hamper next to the laundry and started adding to the load. Playing dumb I commented that I thought she had already done her laundry. It's not mine it's my mothers she stated and continued to load clothes in the washer with mine. The scent of perfume, sweat, smoke, and musky gussets were filling my nostrils.

My first glimpse at her panties was that they were a nylon and cotton combination. All were white and all were a full bikini size as far as I could tell. My girl slammed the lid of the washer and started it on its way, while also closing the lid on the hamper. We went back to the living room where we laid on the floor and watched tv. Every now and then I would get a glimpse up her mothers skirt while pretending to be in idle chit-chat. During one such view the washer buzzed loudly at its completion waking me from her crotch. I can get it I told them both and headed down the hall. I could here them talking about me in the background as I opened the washer then the dryer. Her mom and her seemed impressed that I was willing to help out, not knowing that I was already in the hamper looking for anymore goodies.

There in my hand I held for the first time a pair of her panties. The gusset had a perfect white stain in the middle. While loading the clothes from the washer to the dryer in one hand I lifted the crotch of her panties to my nose with the other. Old and musky were the first observations I could make from them. With a twist of the wrist e newer section of them came in contact with my nose. Heaven was the only way to describe the smell from the front portion of her gusset. A hint of perfume could be realized just at the edge of the white stain. My cock was instantly hard and I knew I had to finish and return to the living room. One last whiff and back into the hamper they went.

It would be a few weeks before the first of many exciting days were to take place. I got off work earlier than my girl and her mom so one day her mom offered the key to the house. I was dumbfounded at the opportunity that had presented itself. Well if you don't mind that would be great. She rose from her desk in tight dark slacks, much like the ones she wore the day before. They were wedging into her pussy and creating a cameltoe I will never forget. I raced to the house and straight to the hamper. Right on top were her clothes from the day before. Her panties were still bunched up in her slacks. I slowly unwound them from her pants trying to remember exactly how they looked so I could put them back unnoticed. The excitement was overwhelming and I could fell my balls swelling in anticipation of being released from my pants. I barely had to touch my cock as I sucked in her scent. The thought of these smelly panties being wedged between her pussylips the day before was all I could take. With only a handful of strokes I blasted my load all over the floor. Cum kept pouring from my cock. With each surge of my balls I would take another sniff from her gusset.

As I calmed and looked at my mess I was hit with the urge to lick the creamy stain. The taste was sweet in comparison to the smell. As I sucked and licked at the crotch I could smell the scent of her panties had also changed. Without more than a few minutes rest I blasted load number two. Guilt was flooding my emotions as I gazed upon her now wet panty crotch and my cum all over the floor. I quickly cleaned my mess and returned the panties in her pants. As I sat in the living room waiting for my girl or her mom I had a thought. What if I get a second pair of hers or my girl to use also. I glanced at the clock and realized only 20 minutes had passed so back down the hall I went........ 

To be continued



Tight Ass Twink Massage



It had been a quiet day at my salon this Friday.  I run a small salon in a midsized town in the western U.S.  I do hair styling of course, manicures and pedicures and some massage.  Some of my women clients like a relaxing massage, but since I’m gay, I assure you, it’s strictly professional.   

Yeah, I’m gay, but I don’t really fit the stereotype of a gay hair styler.  My hair is dark brown and a little on the short side.  I go to the gym 5 days a week and have a pretty buff body.  I’m 34 yo,  6 ft tall, 170 pounds and I can bench press almost 300.  I’m not a hunk, but I still get a lot of attention from the ladies – and the guys too.

It was busy this morning but as the day grew on, it had gotten quieter and quieter.  I usually close at 6 pm on Friday’s, but it was 5:30 now and I’d already cleaned up and I was thinking of closing early.

I was in the backroom when I heard the bell at the front door ring.  I went up front and saw that a cute teen guy in shorts and a t-shirt had just come in.  He was about 18 or 19, with sandy brown hair, blue eyes, probably about 5’10” or 11” and a lean lanky body.

“Come on in,” I welcomed him.  “I’m Dan and this is my salon.  I was just about to close because it’s been so slow, but I’m sure I can find some time for you.  What can I do for you?”

The kid looked around, obviously impressed with the décor and cleanliness.  He replied, “My name’s Justin and I’m a new freshman at the college here.  I’ve been spending too much time studying in front of a computer and I feel sorta tight and very tense.  I haven’t been sleeping too well either.  I know I need more exercise, but I found you online and it said you give massages and I thought one might help.  I’ve never had one before but I’ve always wanted to.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place, Justin,” I grinned.  “As I said, I was about to close, so you’ll be my last customer.   Go on down the hall into the first room on the right while I lock up so we won’t be disturbed.”

As I locked up, I smiled at my good fortune.  I love twinks and this was a hot one.  Hopefully I’d be able to get into his ass and my cock stiffened at the thought.

I walked into the massage room and found Justin sitting on the edge of the table.

I smiled to relax him.  “Let me get to know you first, Justin.  I like to have some rapport with my massage clients.”

“Tell you what, since it’s the end of the day, I’m going to have a drink while we talk.  If you’re as tense as you say you are, I’m sure it would help you too.  Do you like scotch?  Think of it as medicinal if you don’t drink much and we won’t tell anybody.”

Justin grinned.  “I’ve only drunk alcohol a little, but sure, I’d love one – thanks.  It might help me to relax.”

I poured a couple of small scotches (about half water in his) handed one to Justin and sat back down, crossing my legs.

“So tell me about yourself, Justin – where you’re from, what your hobbies are, what you like to do – that sort of thing.

He took a couple sips from his drink first.  “I grew up in a small town near San Luis Obispo in California.  My mom and I live by ourselves, although now that I’m gone, I suspect her boyfriend will have moved in.  There’s not much to tell about me.  I spend a lot of time reading when I’m not doing homework, mostly sci-fi and fantasy and a good deal of time on fantasy computer games too.  I like to swim and spent some time at the beach this summer and in my dad’s pool.  I like to bike a lot too – in fact I biked over here.”  But really, I guess I’m sort of a nerd.  I’ve never had much of a social life and have dated very little.  I’m pretty shy really.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Well,” I answered, “you look like you’re in great shape – all that swimming and biking must be helping.  Plus there’s that high metabolism you guys have – I wish I had it still.”

“So what about sex?  From what you’ve said, I’m guessing you’re a virgin.  Right?”

“Yeah” he said embarrassed. “ ‘fraid so.”

“Well, don’t let it bother you – I’m sure that state won’t last long around here.  There will be plenty of hot girls and even guys that will want to get you in bed with them.”

“So, tell me, which do you like, girls or guys?”

Justin coughed.  “I don’t know – girls I suppose.”

I laughed, “Well, you’ll figure it out soon enough I suppose.  I’m gay myself – I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

He looked surprised and a little nervous, but just shrugged.

“O.K.  that’s enough for now,” I said.

“Let me check you out some now.  Why don’t you take off your t-shirt and turn around so I can find your areas of greatest tension?”

Justin did as I asked and I was impressed with his pecs and flat stomach which I saw before he turned around.  He wasn’t very muscular but it looked like he was well-toned.  Just like I like them.

I felt around his neck and shoulder.  “Yes, I can feel all the tension in here.”

I raised up his right arm and was pleased to see a nice growth of hair.  It was trimmed and I smelled his armpit.  Luscious!  I love a guy with trimmed armpits. 

“Nice extension, Justin – not too muscular, but nice muscle tone.”

“Now lean over the table, so I can check your lower back, gluts, and legs.”

He still had his pants on but I could see down the back of them and took a look and inhaled deeply.  Not bad at all – besides I like my boys to be a little ripe.  I felt through his pants and his ass was nice and firm and tight – no flab, but not boney either.

“A lot of tension in your back and gluts, Justin – I can certainly help there.  Your legs seem to be in great shape – probably the bike riding.”

“O.K., turn around and let’s talk.”

“Now about the massage, I offer two types, the first is for 30 minutes and is basically a regular rubdown.  It won’t help you much with your tension, but it would feel good.  The other is a full body massage which is 90 minutes and it’s where I work on all your muscles – especially the gluts, your ass muscles.  Most people don’t realize how much tension is stored in their ass and how that affects their lower back and legs.  Have you ever heard the expression, ‘tight ass’?”

He nodded yes.

“Well, it means cheap, but it also means a person difficult to live with, who’s picky and often cross.  You know the expression, ‘he’ or ‘she needs to get laid’ or ‘what she needs is a good fuck’?”

He nodded again.

“That’s because they’ve got a lot of tension – and I’ll guarantee a lot of it is centered in their ass.  Sex, by the way, is a great way to lose that tension.  But then you’re a virgin so far, so you haven’t had that outlet available yet.

You’ve got a lot of tension in your ass and I could relieve some of it for you if have the full body massage.  As it happens, I’m having a special this month for college students and I’m offering the full body massage for the same price as the regular – only $30.  Sound good?

He seemed nervous, but he nodded yes again.

“O.K. then.  Take off your clothes, including your shoes and socks, and get up on the table laying face down while I warm up the massage oil and prepare the room so there will be a nice soothing ambience in here.”

I filled a bowl with warm water and put a bottle of massage oil in it.  I have a special oil I use for guys.  It feels good, is good for the skin, and it doesn’t soak in too quickly - but, more importantly, it has a slight fragrance that is musky and very sexy.  I never fail to get turned on when I use it.

Then I lowered the lights so we could still see each other and lit the aromatic candles I had placed around the room.  Lastly I turned on some of my favorite massage music which is trance-like, but has a nice, slow heavy beat in the background.  I like to call it ‘music to fuck by’”

Justin was laying there, his head face down in the head rest, and I feasted my eyes on that beautiful, long, lanky, sexy, teen body in front of me.  Some days it really does pay to come into work!

I took a towel and folded it and lifted his head and put the towel on top of the head rest.  I wanted him to be able to see me and besides, I think it’s much more comfortable.

“That should be better, Justin.  Are you comfortable? Warm enough?”

“Yeah, I’m fine – although I feel a little weird, being naked like this.”

I chuckled, “I suppose it does take some getting used to at that.  Just relax, listen to the music, close your eyes if you want.  Let your mind float. ”

“If at any time, what I’m doing hurts, let me know right away.  Some of the things I do may hurt at first but should feel better after a few seconds.  OK?”

“Sure,” he gulped.

“I’m going to take off my shirt too because I don’t want to get any oil on it.  I hope you don’t mind.”

 “Sure, no problem,” he answered.

I pulled off my shirt revealing my smooth chest and abs.  It must be warm in here, because it sure felt better this way.  I decided to take my shoes and socks off as well which would probably save me some time later.  I then made sure Justin was comfortable, tested the oil on my arm, put some on Justin’s back and began rubbing it on.

“This isn’t too hot, is it Justin?”

“No, he said,” with his eyes closed, “it feels really good.”

Using long strokes, I spread the oil evenly over his back and then moved down to his legs and applied some more.  He had his legs next to each other, so I spread them some, so I could get to the inner thighs.  Lastly I put some on his ass which was tight and firm.  I pulled his ass cheeks apart until I could see his pucker.  I leaned over and took a sniff – nice! - and then dribbled some oil in his ass crack and especially on his hole so it could soak in.  This oil is vegetable based and actually tastes pretty good, so I didn’t mind using it on something that I’d probably taste later.

“How’s it feeling so far, Justin?  Relaxing?”

“It feels great – I love it!”

“Good, now don’t go to sleep on me, OK?”

“I won’t,” he replied.

I decided it would be easier to work on him if he were spread-eagled, so I moved his legs until each one was at the edge of the table and the same with his arms with his fingers hanging slightly over.  I then proceeded to work on each arm, beginning with the hand.  I started with his right hand, massaging the finger joints and flexing the palm.  Then on to the wrist and the lower arm, raising it high enough so I could see the hair in his armpit.  Finally on to his upper arm, letting his lower arm dangle so that his fingers were brushing against my shorts.  When I finished that arm, I went on over to the other side and worked his left hand and arm.

I worked his shoulders and upper and lower back next, working down along his spine, letting my crotch slide along his fingers each time I went by them.   Then on to his legs and feet, working from the feet up to his inner thighs and back.  I could see his balls as I lifted his legs to work on them.

Finally I went back to his ass, applying more oil and this time dribbling some lube in his crack and onto his hole.  I did some deep massage on his gluts this time.   Next I spread his cheeks wide and rubbed along the crack, over his hole, and along his perineum to his balls which I touched lightly.  I then came back to his hole, and rubbed my fingers several times around the pucker and finally pushing a finger slightly in and out so he could get used to the intrusion.  He didn’t object, but actually lifted his ass some, so I pushed it in a little further, but he was really tight and I didn’t want to cause him any pain.

Next I got my favorite vibrator which is really a long dildo with ridges all along it.  I positioned myself at the head of the table with my crotch pressed against his head and began rubbing it along his shoulders and back.

“Are you doing alright, Justin?  You seem a lot more relaxed.”

“This feels so good, Dan.  I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I feel a lot better already.”

“I’m glad to hear that – you were really tense.  Your ass is still pretty tight and I’d like to loosen it up some more.  Are you OK with that?”

“Whatever you think it takes, sure.”

I moved to his side and ran the vibrator over both of his cheeks, then I spread his cheeks so I could get a clear view of his pucker.  It was a beautiful pink opening and I would have liked to tease it with my tongue, but unfortunately it was too difficult to get to from where I was and besides I felt it was too soon.  Instead I turned the vibrator on and ran it all along the edges of his hole, occasionally pressing the tip against it.

His hand was hanging slightly over the table and I pressed my crotch lightly against it.  He turned his hand and as I was rubbing the vibrator over his hole, his fingers were feeling my hard cock through my shorts.  I knew I had him.

I teased his asshole with the vibrator some more until I could tell that it was relaxed and ready for more.

“Try to relax some more, Justin.  Take some deep breaths.”

I put some lube on his pucker and the tip of the vi I began pushing the tip of the vibrator into him, rotating it as I did.  I got the tip into him as his ass lips spread under the invasion.

“You’re doing good, Justin.  Keep up the deep breaths and relax your body as much as possible.”

His fingers had wrapped around my hard cock through my pants and held it firmly as I continued.

I managed to push the vibrator in further and got perhaps an inch into him and held it there, letting the vibrations do their work.   Then I pulled it out and repeated the process.

His asshole was responding and it became easier and easier to push the vibrator into him.  I continued doing this until I was able to get about 4 inches of it into his ass, holding it in him so his muscles couldn’t push it out.

“Very good, Justin,” I told him.  “You’re loosening up nicely.  How does it feel?”

“A little weird,” he said, “but it feels sort of good.”

I pushed it in a little further and then left it there.   I moved his hand off me and then dropped my shorts and moved further up the table.  I rubbed his back and some shoulders and neck some more to relax him as the vibrator did its work.

His head was laying on its side away from me.  I walked around and saw that he had his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to his body.

I massaged his face muscles and then used my fingers to open his mouth until his lips formed an “O”.
“A little wider, Justin,” I told him.

When his mouth was open wide enough, I traced my cockhead around his lips several times and then slowly slid it into his mouth and let him suck on it lightly.

God!  What a turn on to see my cock in this beautiful twink’s mouth!! 

I continued to rub his shoulders and neck as I fed him my cock.  At first he was just holding it in his mouth, but after about a minute, I could feel his tongue exploring it.  I slid it in some more but carefully so as not to gag him and fucked his cute mouth.  It was clear he was enjoying sucking his first cock.

But all good things have to come to an end and I didn’t want to blow my load yet.  I pulled my cock out of his mouth and went back to his ass.  I pulled the vibrator out and then pushed it back in several times until when I pulled it out I could see his pink hole was staying open and almost winking at me.   It made me salivate and even harder, it was that pretty and sexy.

“O.K. Justin, time to turn over and I’ll do the front.”

My eyes rejoiced to see this long, lean beautiful teen body displayed before me.  His cock was fully hard – about 7” – coming out of a nice light brown bush.  His chest was smooth with some definition and he had a nice flat stomach that had a trail of hair leading down to his bush.  I took his hands from his sides and had him hold them under his head so that I would be able to see his gorgeous pits as I worked on him.

Of course, all pretense of a legitimate massage was long gone by now and I was just going to enjoy this fantastic teen body in front of me.

I began by rubbing and then licking his delicious nipples which quickly hardened to small pebbles under my tongue.   At he same time I was running my hands over the rest of his body, but avoiding his dick – I wanted to save that for a little later.

Next I feasted on his armpits, licking the hairs until they lay wet and heavy.  I loved the way he squirmed and moaned while I was doing this.

I worked my way on down his body, licking and kissing his throat, nipples (again), running my tongue over his flat stomach.  Then I moved down to his legs, kissed his inner thighs, licked his perineum and sucked his balls into my mouth, one at a time, giving them a tongue bath.  

Justin’s cock was by now rock hard. I slid my fingers over his slick 7” shaft and licked up from the base to the flare several times, each time licking under and around the head.  Justin moaned and jerked each time I concentrated on the V where the flare met.  I then slowly slid my lips over the head until it was buried in my mouth.  I ran my tongue all over the head but concentrated on the underside.  Then I deep throated him and massaged his cock with my throat muscles.  When I felt he was getting close, I pulled off and said, “Not yet tiger.  Soon – but not yet.”

“Let’s have you turn back over.”

I positioned him so that most of his body was face down on the bed, but angled so that one leg stayed on the bed while the other dangled over the side.  This exposed his cherry hole perfectly for me and I gazed at the beauty of his rosebud.  I couldn’t resist it and knelt down and smelled it.  It was clean and yet fragrant with the smell of his young body.  I pointed my tongue and ran it lightly around his ass lips until he squirmed.  Then I flattened my tongue out and took several long licks up his ass crack, making sure to get his hole very wet with my saliva.  Then I pulled his cheeks further apart and teased his hole with the tip of my tongue until it began to relax and I could insert my pointed tongue in and lick his inner lips.  Soon I was able to get my tongue all the way in and his hole was completely relaxed.  Of course, that was about to change.

I spent a few more minutes enjoying his hole before I straightened up so I could begin the penetration.  I had decided to fuck Justin bare.  This wasn’t something I would normally do, but I had just gotten my lab report back and I was completely clean and I was sure I wouldn’t catch anything from this virgin.  Besides a cherry isn’t really taken until a guy is fucked with a bare cock and a heavy load of sperm is deposited deep in his guts and I wanted Justin’s first time to be real, if you know what I mean.

I lubed up my cock and Justin’s hole and massaged his shoulders and back as I laid my meat along his crack.  I slid it up and down several times to get it harder and to build up Justin’s anticipation of the pleasures coming.

“All right, Justin.  We’re going to get rid of your tight ass problem once and for all.  This may hurt a little at first as we begin the loosening process, but it will feel really good after a few minutes so bear with it.”
With that, I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and put my bare cockhead against his pretty pucker.  It was still relaxed from my rimming and I watched the lips spread as I began my entry.  He was of course very tight and I had to apply some pressure before my cockhead finally opened up and it went in.

“Don’t tighten up, Justin, we’re making good progress.”

He whimpered some but I could see he was going to be man enough to take it.

I pulled out and put some more lube on it and pushed it back in and let him feel it.  His ass was opening up nicely and it wasn’t long before I was able to get a couple more inches into him.  His ass felt fantastic around my rod and it was tempting to go faster, but I knew it would be better for him if I took it easy.

“How’s that feel, Justin?  Not too bad, huh?”




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He mumbled that it hurt some and I held it there and rubbed his shoulders for a few seconds to distract him and to allow his hole to adjust to my invasion.

“Relax, Justin, and take some deep breaths.  The pain will go away and then it will start to feel good.”

He moaned and I took that as agreement.  I began moving in and out slowly, just half an inch at a time as his hole opened more and more and my cock went deeper and deeper into his young body.

“Nice, man – I think we’ve got it where we want it now.”

I began fucking him a little faster and with longer strokes.  It wasn’t long before my 8” cock was sliding the full distance in his tight hole.

He started moving his ass back in time to my sliding into him and I could tell he was starting to enjoy the fuck.

“Yeh, Justin, move your ass.  Hot!!!

I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him up slightly so I could rub and pinch his nipples.  I kept to a steady medium speed fucking, letting him enjoy the sensations of a cock fucking his ass for the first time.
After a few minutes, I stood him up almost straight and wrapped my fingers around his cock and brought him to a full erection.  I put some lube on my hand and rubbed his cockhead and kissed his neck and back as I continued to fuck his hot boy hole.

I really prefer to be able to look at a guy’s face while I’m fucking them, especially when they’re as cute as Justin, so I pulled out completely and had him lay down on his back on the table.  I then got up on the table with him, raised his legs onto my shoulders and slid my cock home again, watching his facial expression as my cock sank deep into his ass.

His expression was one of lust and desire and I leaned down and kissed his lips and then french kissed him as I began fucking him once more.  He humped back against me each time I shoved in and I could feel his asshole was wide open now, practically begging my cock to go in as deeply as possible.

I wanted this to last as long as possible because both of us were enjoying it so much, so I raised up on my arms and kept a steady pace but varied the length of my strokes.   He was stroking himself now and his cock was very hard and the head was almost a deep purple – I knew he would cum soon as his strokes got faster and faster and his face showed extreme pleasure.  I picked up the beat and began slamming into him, my balls bouncing off his ass.  I was getting close myself and as I sensed he was going to cum.

“Cum for me, Justin!  Shoot that boy juice all over your chest!!

He gasped and a long rope of cum shot from his cock and hit his chin.  More and more cum shot all over his body and I slammed into his ass two more times and my cock released its load deep into his bowels.  I held still as I emptied my sperm into his ass and finally collapsed on top of him, my cock still buried deep within him.
We laid there a few minutes and I kissed his eyelids and forehead and cheeks and lips as we enjoyed our post-coital sensations that I’ve always found very special.  Finally I pulled out and got up and got a towel to wipe up the mess.  But before I wiped it up, I scraped some of his cum off his stomach and licked it off my finger – slightly salty and sweet – so good.

After wiping him off, I got a warm washcloth and wiped the sweat off his face (we’d both been sweating a lot) and also wiped up my cum that was starting to dribble out of his ass.  (He might be sore down there for the rest of the day, but that would go away pretty quickly.)

“OK, Justin, that’s it for the day.  I hope you enjoyed it and feel more relaxed and less tense than when you came in here.”

He got up and mumbled something as he started pulling on his clothes.

“You did really well, Justin – I hope you know that.  You should really feel good about it – you’ll never be that virginal kid again and you have a lot to look forward to in the years to come.”

He looked up hopefully and I could see the beginnings of a shy grin as he glanced at me.

“You have a good weekend now.  I’m going to give you my card with my personal phone number on it and you’re welcome to call me at anytime.”

He mumbled, “thanks,” and slowly walked out of my salon.  I could tell he wasn’t looking forward to his bike seat.

I did see him several more times over the next few months.  In fact, he called me a couple days later and we had a repeat performance of today and it was even better if that’s possible.  After awhile, I suppose he got a boyfriend because I didn’t see him anymore.  That’s par for the course and I know there are other Justin’s out there and I hope I’ll meet a few of them sometime - the sooner the better!

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Tight Confines



*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author.*



In the couple of weeks following having sex on her living room floor, Jerry and Jenna discussed what the future held for both of them. They knew they were supposed to be feeling guilty. After all, they had started an affair. Instead they both felt great. Jenna was delighted to have found a sexual partner that matched her own wild libido and desires. Jerry felt young and alive and, for once, excited about the future. They knew that their opportunities for sex were going to be rather rare. After all, hotel rooms weren't cheap, especially with a spouse looking over your finances. But they knew they'd have opportunities to fool around...

Jerry rode down to Jenna's house for their weekly yoga class. They met Matt for dinner at a local Italian restaurant as soon as he got off of work. Jenna had a great time during dinner, with the two men paying full attention to her. Matt was oblivious to the "footsies" going on under the table. Dinner went by quickly before it was time to rush to the gym and get to class. 

Jerry and Jenna spent about half the class absorbed in their own poses, and the other half absorbed in each other. After class, they gathered their things and made their way out into the parking lot. Without thinking about it, Jenna reached out and held Jerry's hand. They were best friends and slowly becoming lovers. All seemed right with the world.

Jenna had purposefully parked in an out of the way spot in the parking lot. There was a small grass knoll that ran in front of the car and a concrete wall to the right, so no one could see in from those directions. The gym didn't have any windows along this side, and, by fate, no one had parked in the adjoining spots to the left or behind her car.

Jenna popped the trunk and threw her mat in. Jerry did the same. She closed the trunk and set her keys and towel on top of it. Jerry looked at her, questioningly.

"Thanks for coming down for class," she said, and gently kissed him.

"Where else would I be tonight?" he replied, and kissed her back. After a couple chaste kisses, Jerry parted his lips and slowly licked along Jenna's. He moved his free hand along her side, gently lifting her shirt a few inches. He wanted to feel her soft, smooth skin as he kissed her. 

She broke off the kiss. Jerry lowered her shirt, thinking it was time to go home. 

"Jerry, do you have to go home right away? I was thinking that the car's in a pretty secluded spot and..."

"You want to make out?" Jerry felt like a dorky teenager for stating something so forward, but it seemed like the right thing to say. He was feeling like a teenager a lot these days. Jenna seemed to have that effect on him. Of course, the situation didn't help. It has been a long time since he had to sneak around; necking in cars was a lot different than the routine foreplay that occurred in his bedroom with his wife. He realized Jenna might have planned ahead for this.

Jenna unlocked the car and got into the driver's side. Jerry opened the passenger door and got into the car. They both closed the doors and looked at each other in anticipation.

"Do you think we should move into the backseat?" she asked.

Jerry looked into the backseat and shook his head. Her little economy car didn't have much of a backseat. Jerry, at 5'10" and around 195 pounds, wasn't even sure the two of them would fit. "We're going to need to find a bigger playground," he joked. Jerry shifted the passenger seat back a bit and reclined the seat. He scooted himself around a bit and looked at her.

"I think this will work. What do you think?"

Jenna responded by setting the keys into the cup holder and leaning towards him. He pulled her head towards his and began kissing her. She shifted in her seat a bit, trying to get comfortable. "I'm coming to you," she stated, putting her hands on Jerry's shoulders, twisting her body towards his, moving her left leg over the middle console, and then placing it between his. Jerry had no complaints, as Jenna was in a comfortable position on top of him.

Jerry continued kissing her, moving from her lips up towards her ear. He sucked along the top ridge of her ear. He took his tongue and traced along its lines, before bringing his tongue to a point, as if it was a tiny penis, and thrusting against the inner reaches of her ear. Jenna relished the sensation and moaned. "Delicious," he replied, moving his tongue from her ear to lick along her neck. 

Jenna reached along the side of Jerry's head and did the same thing to his ear. As soon as she started along the top ridge, he began panting. "Oh, that just drives me wild," he said. By the time she got to the inside of his ear, she could tell that he was getting really, really turned him on. 

Jerry loved the fact that Jenna was now on top of him, her body pushing against his, her torso easily accessible to his hands. He reached down to her waist and slowly pulled her shirt up and off of her head. Jerry then removed her bra and pushed her back against the dashboard. He lifted her left breast to his mouth and sucked on her nipple for all he was worth. Jenna laid her head back, enjoying the sensation.

"Harder, Jerry," and he began sucking even harder on her left nipple. "I need you to play with the other one, too. Hard. Please, hard." Jerry's nipple play was bringing Jenna to the edge of orgasm. She pressed her body against his and began humping his leg in frustration. 

Jerry was hard as a rock and began humping himself against her. The car began rocking. He let go of her nipples and held on to her ass, trying to push himself even harder against her. They both had their eyes closed, concentrating in sexual frustration, and dripping sweat in the hot confines of the car.  

Jenna was the first to open her eyes and slow down. She realized that this wasn't going to work. She sat back in her seat, needing a moment to cool off and try to recompose. Jerry tossed her shirt over to her so she could cover her chest, and then opened his door wide, allowing some cool air into the car. The windows began to unfog a bit.

Jenna gave Jerry a strong hug and sat back into her seat again. She was about to suggest that they call it a night when he reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his right nipple to her. He coyly looked at her and smiled. Jerry didn't have to say a word; his intentions were pretty obvious.

Jenna smiled back. She loved sucking on nipples, but rarely had the chance. She immediately slid her body across his thigh and moved her head towards his chest. She swirled her tongue around his nipple, while moving her hand under his shirt to find the other one. He happily obliged, pulling his shirt the rest of the way up and off. She gently brushed her finger tips around his small, pink aereola, and then used her fingernail to lightly move over his nipple. She looked up, briefly, and saw his eyes closed in pure bliss. She took her fingers and gently pulled and twisted on his right nipple while continuing to suck on the left one, gently pulling it with her lips. When he moaned, she used her teeth to nip him. He groaned, obviously turned on, and pushed her head against his chest. She sucked hard on his nipple, and then moved across his chest to the other one, giving it equal time and attention. Although both of his nipples had been hard before, now they were fully erect, wet, and dark red from the attention. 

That wasn't all that was erect. Jerry moved his hands down and said, "There's something great about wearing running shorts. They're easy to push out of the way" and instead of undoing the drawstring and pushing them down, as Jenna expected, Jerry instead reached down and pulled his penis out of the right leg hole of his shorts. He adjusted a bit, and then reached in again to pull his balls out as well. His penis was close to its full six and a half inches. His balls were already pulling against his body, as if he was ready to cum just by exposing himself to her. 

"Jerry, close your door!" Jenna was a bit shocked that he'd expose himself with the door wide open, not that anyone was around. He closed the door and then looked over at her, hoping she might be willing to "service" him before they drove back to her house.

Jenna thought about Jerry's ease at flashing her with the door open. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Well, sometimes you're driving along and need a little relief. I can't pull my shorts off with one hand, and I don't want to be naked if a cop pulls along or something."

"Fair enough," and with that, Jenna bent across to the passenger seat. She placed her right hand along his thigh, pushing his shorts farther out of the way. She reached out her tongue and gently licked the head of his penis, tasting him for the first time. He must have sweat the day's dirt and musk away during yoga class, as the only thing she could taste was the sweet, slightly salty taste of his skin. Having finished tasting his head, she broadened her tongue and slowly ran it down to the base of his penis and back. 

He moaned, "Oh, Jenna, I was hoping you would do that," and shifted slightly lower in the seat, giving her better access to his balls. She used her left hand to caress and rub his testicles before moving her mouth lower, kissing each in turn. She gently grabbed part of his ball sac in her lips and sucked it into her mouth. Jerry hissed slightly, but the hand on the back of her head urged her to continue. She let go and then continued gently rubbing his sac as she licked and drooled her way upward, making sure to thoroughly coat his shaft.

She stopped at the head of his penis and looked it over. By now he was fully erect, his shaft close to the light brown color of his tanned arms, topped by a darker pink head. In one swift movement, she engulfed his dick with her mouth. He moaned again, saying simply "Oh, thank you." Jerry was so appreciative that this girl, his best friend, would be willing to give him a blow job. He thought that, by his fifties, his days of attracting new girls were long over. Jenna continued to amaze and surprise him by showing him that their large age difference was no issue.

Jenna swirled her tongue around the shaft of Jerry's penis. She licked along the bottom seam of his head, and then slowly, almost imperceptibly, moved her mouth down towards the base of his shaft. He started to buck up his hips to enter her more quickly, but she used her hand against his thigh to push him back down. Jenna got as far down as she was able to without gagging, then moved her way slowly back up, using both her lips and tongue to stimulate him. She began slowly moving faster, bobbing up and down along his penis, swirling her tongue in lazy figure eights beneath her lips. To Jerry, it was just heavenly.

Jenna began to moan and hum along his penis. Although entranced, Jerry realized he was doing nothing for her benefit. "If you could move your legs up here, I could do the same to you," he offered.

Jenna's mouth slid off his penis with an audible "pop" and she started nonchalantly stroking him with her hand. She looked at the angle of passenger seat. Although he'd laid the seat back down quite a bit when they first started, she didn't think it would be easy to get her body up there. Also, there was nowhere to easily balance her legs.

"I don't think I can get up there for you to eat me out," she finally replied, "but I'd like it if you were willing to lend a hand." 

Jerry looked at her, taking a moment to soak in what she had asked for. Then he quickly perked up. "I'd be more than happy to do that."

"These pants are stretchy, you can just move them down," Jenna replied, and used her free hand to start moving the waistband down. She shifted herself slightly, moving her bottom away from the driver's side door and towards Jerry's head. 

"I've got it," he replied, pushing her hand out of the way and reaching over her with his left hand. He easily pulled both her pants and underwear out of the way. He then felt along the smooth skin of her ass and thigh, before encountering the damp, short mat of her pubic hair. 

Jenna opened her legs a bit wider to make room for Jerry's hand, then bent her head back down to continue her blow job. She licked his penis up and down again before sucking it back into her mouth.

Jerry spent a moment relishing the feel of Jenna's warm mouth against his penis before deciding to concentrate on pleasuring her. He gently felt her from back to front. He rubbed along the outside of her tight, hot hole, causing Jenna to wiggle and eliciting some quiet moans. He continued forward, rubbing and pulling along the fold of skin that separated it from her vagina. This elicited stronger moans from Jenna. He made his way up along her folds until he found the top. He rubbed around a bit with his thumb until he found her small, hard clitoris. This immediately produced a jerk and a small cry from Jenna, which reverberated along his penis. Smiling, he continued to rub her clit in small, slow circles, gradually building up speed. He began to slowly buck his hips towards her, fucking her mouth in time to the circles along her clit. He enjoyed feeling her engulf his penis with each circle he made. 

After a few minutes, she came up for breath and looked up at him, with a slightly pained expression. "Jerry, I need your fingers in me to get me off. I really need to cum." 

Jerry kept his thumb on her clit, almost as a placeholder, while slowly pressing one finger into her tight pussy. She was soaked. Her juices ran into his hand and onto his wrist. He desperately wanted to taste her, but was determined to hold off until she came. He inserted another digit and began fingering her. 

She moaned against his penis, "Harder, Jerry, harder!" Surprisingly, he was able to understand her. He inserted a third finger, encountering a bit of resistance, but more moans from Jenna. He began thrusting his fingers deeper into her. He found the circle of her cervix and began pushing around it in fast, hard circles. 

He'd found the sweet spot. She immediately began to orgasm, his penis still in her mouth, but her movements slow and erratic as she lost all concentration. She screamed and bucked against his hand, gripping his fingers tightly inside of her. He kept circling, adding circles with his thumb against her clit. She began shaking, she was cumming so hard. 

He wanted to put her truly over the top. He thought about her reaction when he first touched her butt and, when he felt that her orgasm was starting to slow, he pushed his pinky along her anus, just barely penetrating her back door. He was rewarded as her screams and moans began anew. "JERRY! Oh FUCK that feels good! Ohhh" her words became garbled in between moans of delight. She wasn't even trying to blow him now. Her head was laying in his lap as she gasped for breath, her hands were wrapped about his thighs holding on for dear life as she continued to cum. Jerry was enthralled – he'd never had a girl cum this hard on his hand. He relentlessly fingered her, slowing his thrusts for a little bit, then starting harder again. Jenna lost track of the number of orgasms she had while stretched over Jerry's lap. 

Finally, Jerry's penis forced him to stop. It was rock hard and starting to turn purple. Jenna's head and hair had been rubbing against the head of it, stimulating him like crazy. He slowed his fingers and, with her other hand, gently moved Jenna's head a bit further down his lap, towards his knees. He began to stroke his penis in time to his slow strokes along Jenna's pussy. He removed his pinky from her anus and the third finger from her vagina, giving her some room to recover and enjoy the sensations while he masturbated. 

Jenna's breath finally slowed and she opened her eyes. He was glad to see she hadn't passed out, she had been breathing so hard. She smiled up at him and then watched his hand stroking along his shaft. She shifted her hands down and removed his hand from her pussy. "I think I'm good now," she joked, pulling her panties and workout pants back over her hips.

Jerry licked his fingers and then switched hands, using the remaining juices to lubricate his penis. He began working furiously along the shaft. "Do you want me to cum?" he asked Jenna.

"Well, yeah," she replied, rather puzzled by his question. She then realized that he could probably use a little help. She opened her mouth, sucking on the head of his penis while he continued rubbing hard and fast along the shaft. Using one hand for balance, she reached up with the other and began tweaking his nipples. He groaned.

"Oh, Jenna, I'm almost there. I can feel it building up." Jerry began panting and moaning. He was so close and really, really needed to cum. Jenna moved up his chest, now using both hands on his nipples, and pushed her tongue into his ear.

That was all Jerry needed. He practically cried as his orgasm burst forth. He gasped and moaned as Jenna continued to play with his nipples and ear. Spasm after spasm racked his penis. Finally, he felt relief. He slowed his hand and then opened it, letting his member fall against his leg. Jenna felt the movement of his hand and lifted her body off of his. She looked up at Jerry. He appeared slightly ashen. "Honey, are you okay?"

He had to take a few deep breaths before being able to answer her. "Oh, yeah. I'm good now." They both laughed. It had been a hard release for both of them.

Jerry pulled his workout towel out from the backseat to clean both of them off. They dressed and then opened all the windows of the car, hoping to air out the obvious smell of sex by the time they got back to Jenna's house.

Jenna unlocked her front door. The house was silent; Matt had gone to sleep. Jerry gathered his gear quickly and headed home. Jenna snuck into the shower as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Matt until after she has removed all traces of her orgasm from her body. She softly climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep, exhausted, a slight smile on her face as she dreamt about the adventures to come.



Tight End, or Why I Love College



This story is complete fiction, anything that sounds familiar is just part of your own dirty thoughts...

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At 6' 7", 285 lbs I admit I get a lot of stares, most people walk up asking me if I play basketball, but I prefer a pigskin to a round-ball. I play tight end for my college team, were in a small conference in the Midwest, but I'm pretty good for a sophomore, some scouts even told me I have the talent to play pro some day. Our team was doing well, we're 2-2 so far and we beat a school from a much bigger conference than us today. It was my best game so far, I got to play a lot since the senior starter in front of me went down with a knee injury in the first play of the game, and I ended up playing the rest of the game. The best part was that I scored two touchdowns in the win; one was a 50-yard pass play where I made a diving catch in the end zone.

After the game some of the guys were going to go out to a bar to celebrate, it sounded like a good idea to me so I put on a black t-shirt and some jeans and we took off. The first place we went to was full of preppy sorority girls and frat guys, It wasn't really my scene so after a few drinks our best wide receiver, a 6' 5" black guy named Marcus and I decided to go off to find a better place. He was a junior and said he knew of a cool place down the street with a more eclectic crowd, so we headed that way.

The bouncer at the door knew Marcus and let us in right away, we walked down some stairs into a dark lounge. It was lit with red lights and had some cool hip-hop being spun by a DJ. The air was filled with incense and marijuana smoke, we walked up to the bar and each ordered a beer. I looked around the place, there were maybe 30-40 people there, and most were chilling out on couches or on the dance floor. There were a lot of girls there, most of them pretty cute. A guy Marcus knew, this black guy named David came up and congratulated us on the win. 

"Hey Brian," he said to me shaking my hand, "hell of a game, you looked like Antonio Gates out there. If it wasn't for you and my man Marcus here with that crazy punt return, we would a never won. I won $100 by betting you guys today!"

He wanted to but us shots so he flagged down one of the cute waitress'. She walked up with a tray holding test tubes full of shots that were bright colors. I checked out the waitress, who was about 5 ft 9 with long black hair, pale skin, and her outfit was black vinyl. It was a halter with a mini skirt and it had a gap down the middle that showed all her cleavage, which was plentiful. We all had two shots from the lovely lady and David invited us to join him in a booth in a dark corner. We sat down and chatted while watching the room. Several people were on the dance floor, a few of them lovely ladies, so we watched them as we drank a round of beers the beautiful waitress had brought us.

We drank several rounds and I was beginning to get quite tanked when I noticed a table with three lovely ladies drinking what looked like martinis. I was looking in their direction when a brunette at the table caught my eye; she smiled at me and shyly turned back to one of her friends. I mentioned the table to both Marcus and David and we decided to buy them all a round. We told our waitress to ask them if we could and she walked over to them. They giggled and shook their heads yes, and waved to us, we waved back and they all got up and came over. We asked if they wanted to sit and join us, I stood up to allow the girls to scoot in, they sat and the last girl who slid in a small brunette, said I must be the biggest guy she ever met, her friend, a long haired blonde, laughed and asked her how she could possibly know how big I was already. Everyone laughed and we all introduced ourselves. 

The tiny brunette next to me was Robyn; her hair was short and straight, just above the shoulders, it had two pink streaks on either side of her face. She was fair in complexion, porcelain skin, dark brown eyes, and probably 5ft 3 tops. She was wearing deep red lipstick, and a black dress that dipped a bit in the front. The dress showed her legs and cute ass off, she was petite and her breasts were small but she was top notch and looked in great shape.

Eve was the blonde next to her, she had long wavy hair, her eyes were green and she had a very disproportionate upper body to her skinny frame, her breasts must have been D-cups, and her green halter-top showed them off nicely. She wore black pants over her tiny hips and ass. She was very hot, and she was the type that knew it. She immediately had her eyes on Marcus.

Rosa was the girl next to David; she was a very curvy Latino. Her dark black curly hair was worn up with some spilling on the sides of her face. Her face was round, her eyes big and dark brown, her dress was red and her tits were mashed together giving her lots of cleavage, her body was thick but nice, and her ass was nice and round, her dress hugging every curve. It was slit up one side to her hip and she wore black stockings with heels.

The girls got a round of long island ice teas and we chatted for a bit, all three were communication majors, and Robyn and Rosa were on the Girls swim team, Eve worked at the health center where the girls did their training. The football team had its own facilities so we had never seen them around. The girls had been to the game earlier and once they discovered whom Marcus and I were they got excited. 

"I can't believe you caught that pass!" exclaimed Robyn, looking up at me, "I figured the QB had overthrown you, but then you dove and got it by your fingertips, it was amazing!"

"I didn't think I'd get it either, but Marcus's 89 yard punt return was more amazing, I've never seen a guy make that many guys miss him." I answered.

"I've never seen a guy run so fast." Eve said, winking at Marcus. Robyn polished off her long island so I asked her if she wanted to dance. She said yes and we joined the 20 or so on the dance floor, Robyn danced real good, I tended to stand in one place and bobbed up and down, 6ft 7 white guys don't have many dance skills. When I scored a touchdown in the end zone, I usually just jumped up on the wall where the fans were, I never did any dance moves like Marcus, he seemed to collect penalties for his celebrations all time, but he was a damn good receiver so the coaches didn't care too much.

Robyn was smooth, she wiggled her cute ass and rubbed up against me, she was super sexy, I noticed David and Rosa had joined us, David obviously could dance he had said he was into martial arts earlier, and he was in real good shape. He grinded up against Rosa, and she grinded back. I noticed Marcus was making out with Eve in the booth, his hand running over her breast thru her thin halter-top. I caught Robyn looking at Eve and Marcus and she giggled and winked at me.

"Eve looks like she's going to having a long night, god she likes black guys" Robyn laughed. 

"What do you like?" I asked her.

" I like big guys, I like you." She smiled and pulled me down so she could kiss me. 

I could taste her lip-gloss, it was strawberry flavored. We pulled away from me and grabbed Rosa and they danced together, they were so close, their bodies rubbing on each other, they even had a long lingering kiss. David and I watched, our jaws dropping, it was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. They broke their kiss and Rosa grabbed me and Robyn grabbed David. Rosa was about 6ft tall, she grabbed my hips and pulled me close to her, her breasts mashing against my chest. She grabbed my butt and grinded up on me. I grabbed her ass and grinded back, she had an ass to kill for, she even let out a low moan when I grabbed it and squeezed. 

The song ended and we all came back to the booth, Marcus and Eve were still making out, but released each other as we sat down. We finished one more round before Rosa announced that everyone should come back to the apartment she shared with Robyn. We all agreed and luckily they lived within walking distance to the bar. Robyn said her feet were killing her in her heeled shoes, so I swiftly picked her up and threw her on my shoulder. She started to laugh and beat on my back as she kicked her feet. She joked that I was a big brute and I needed to put her down. Eve and Marcus trailed behind us stopping to make out along the way. Rosa and David were chasing and stumbling around after each other laughing hysterically. Soon we arrived at the girl's apartment. I put Robyn down and she thanked me for carrying her.

Their apartment was like most others at school, the front door opened into a living room and open kitchen with a bathroom to the right. There were two bedrooms, one on either side of the apartment. There were two couches in the living room with a TV and stereo. Some posters on the wall of some Salvador Dali paintings, and pictures of the girls with their friends were on the walls. Rosa poured everyone a shot of tequila; we toasted and slammed them back. The girls were getting pretty drunk at this point; Robyn said she wanted to show me her room so off we went.

She closed the door behind us and jumped up with her arm around my neck kissing me deeply. I wrapped my arms around her and slid my tongue in her mouth. We made out, me holding her up, leaning into her door. Holding her with one arm, my other hand slid up her thigh under her dress. I pulled her panties off as I put her down on the ground, they were black thongs. I looked around the room as I took off my shirt. Robyn's bed was big with a big headboard consisting of lots of spires. I noticed that there were 2 sets of leather handcuffs attached to two of the posts. The rest of the room was covered in posters of bands, guys and even some hot girls. Robyn pulled her dress off over her head and stood in front of me naked. Her body was perfectly petite, her nipples small and pink, her tits looked like they were a cups and her hair shaved clean. She smiled as she looked at my eyes looking her over. 

"Come here big guy, I need it bad, I need you to fuck me deep and hard, lets see that big cock I felt thru those jeans." She purred.

I walked over to wear she stood; she unbuttoned my jeans as I kicked off my shoes. She pulled down my jeans and my boxers at the same time. My semi hard cock swung as she helped them off my feet with my socks. Looking up she gasped, and her shock turned to interest and her hands ran up my thigh and her fingers wrapped around my meat. My cock is thick and long, its 9 inches in length and a little over 2 inches thick. She began to stroke it gently, it was growing in her hand when she looked up into my eyes and wrapped her lips around the head swirling her tongue. Watching me intently she took my length in her mouth and throat, which surprised me, most girls can barely get half of it in. Soon I was rigid, and she was on her knees her head bobbing up and down, her technique was great she'd suck deep and hard for a minute massage my shaved balls while her licked and spit on my cock to get it nice and slicked up. She blew me for a good ten minutes before I guided her to her feet and led her to the bed.

She lay down, her eyes glistening watching me. I climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply, I moved down to her neck nibbling where her neck meets her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around me and moaned loudly, her hands grabbed the bedposts and she purred as I sucked each of her nipples. I bit them softly and her moans increased, so I increased pressure while she yelped happily. I began to get a picture of this young lady, she seemed to like her sex a little rough, and judging by the leather handcuffs, she liked to be dominated. I took her hands, which were still holding the bed and wrapped each leather restraint around her thin wrists. Robyn's breathing quickened, she whispered in my ear that there was a blindfold in her drawer by the bed. I smiled at her, kissed her lips softly and opened the drawer. Inside were a blindfold, a large dildo, a tube of KY lube and some lotion. I took out the blindfold and slipped it over her eyes and around her head.

I moved down between her legs holding her legs spread apart; my hard cock teased her glistening pussy. I held her by her hips lifting her body and sliding my thick cock inside of her. I could tell that while she may have been used to sucking a big cock, fucking one was going to be a bit harder. She was very tight and it took several minutes to ease most of my hard on inside of her. She gasped and was very erratically breathing as I began to fuck her slowly. 

"Oh yeah Brian, fuck me baby, fuck my tight pussy, make me cum all over your huge cock, I want to be your fuck slave, your sex toy, your cum slut, and you can be my big daddy." She gasped as I started to fuck her deeper. 

Geez, what a wild chick, I thought to myself. Her words just encouraged me, and I fucked her deeper and harder grabbing her tight ass and shoving me hips into her. The headboard started tapping against the wall as she moaned that she was cumming. This just made me fuck her harder; she bit her lip as she moaned. Her tits shook with every thrust and her nipples were hard as rocks.

I felt I was going to blow soon, so I pulled out of her and rolled her over, the restraints allowed her to do so. She pulled her knees up so her ass was in the air and spread her legs. I slide my cock over her wet lips and told her to hold on, she was going to get fucked nice and hard. She wiggled her ass in response and I spanked it hard. She squealed in response so I spanked her again, then I slid in deep. 

I fucked her like this for a good five minutes slapping her ass and driving her hard. She was moaning into her pillow and screaming every time she came. I fucked her until I could take it no more and exploded inside her. She and I both collapsed into a pile. I took the blindfold off her eyes, and they were wet with tears. I asked if she if she was ok, and she told me yes, that she cried when she orgasmed. She told me she had cum five times, which is the most she ever had. I unfastened her restraints and she hugged me and kissed me deeply.

She was asleep in about 4 minutes, so I got up to get a drink, I really needed a beer. Not caring that I was naked I walked out of Robyn's room into the Living room. Marcus was lying naked on the couch asleep, I laughed to myself at the sight, his cock draped on his leg, his mouth open and his head crooked on the pillow. The TV was on and the lights were out, but I didn't see Eve. I could hear moaning from Rosa's room so I was sure David was still banging away at her. I walked in the kitchen and grabbed a beer, popped it open and slammed it. I was putting it down when I noticed Eve walk out of the bathroom naked. She came into the kitchen and stared at me.

"Want one?" I asked her.

"Sure," she said glancing at my cock, "why not?

I laughed and grabbed two more beers, opening hers and handing it to her. We drank in silence for a second, eyeing her over the can. My god, her body had to be fake, but her tits were not, they were definitely real, yet she had this skinny body. Her pussy hair was trimmed to a nice landing strip, and her as a bit of a curve to it. 

"So what happened to Marcus?" I asked.

"That fucker fell asleep after I sucked him off, he said he'd take care of me another time." She quipped.

"Wow, that fucking sucks...for you," I laughed. "I would have at least fucked you before passing out."

"Yeah well I usually would say no thanks, but after hearing Robyn go nuts and seeing you now, I guess I could fuck a white guy." She replied smartly. 

I kind of wanted to tell her fuck herself, she seemed like kind of a bitch, but another more persuasive part of me said, "lets put this girl in her place by fucking her silly." Needless to say that part won out, and I walked up to her and kissed her. My hands slide up her sides cupping her gigantic breasts. She slid onto the counter top with her legs spread, she grabbed my cock and rubbed while we kissed and I played with her tits. My left hand came down between her legs and rubbed over her slit, it was already wet. I slid two fingers inside her and she was gushing, rubbing her clit she moaned in my ear.

She had gotten me hard again so she scooted to the edge of the counter and I slide inside her. Holding her legs spread wide, she leaned back against the wall as I started to pump inside of her. Her grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together with her eyes closed. She lifted them one at a time and licked her own nipples, sucking on each one as I fucked her. She moaned as she sucked her nipples and I fucked her deep and hard. Her other hand found its way to her clit and she rubbed that as I fucked her. She came in quick short bursts, whimpering each time, as her breathing would get erratic. It was fun to watch, this girl who had seem so stuck up before kind of falling apart as orgasms flowed through her body.

"Oh god yeah fuck me big guy, I want you to fuck me till you can't stand it then I want you to cum in my mouth!" She moaned.

I fucked her as hard as I could, looking down at my glistening cock as it slid in and out faster and faster. Her tits shook like Jell-O, bouncing all over as she came one last time. I pulled out of her after she recovered and she slid off the counter onto a rug. She knelt there and began to suck me like a porn star. She took me deep down her throat and didn't stop sucking and licking till I shot my second load of the evening. She swallowed every drop, and not missing a beat once I had finished she stood up and poured us both a shot of tequila. We said cheers, slammed back the shot and she said goodnight, walking into the living room and curling up next to Marcus with a blanket. I went to the bathroom, cleaned up a bit and went back to Robyn's room and curled into bed with her still sleeping form.

When I awoke, it took me a second to get my bearings. Robyn was missing from bed; the sunlight was streaming in thru the windows. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was 11:30. Glad it was Sunday and had a day off from football I stretched out and put on my boxers. I walked out of her room and saw the couches that had Eve and Marcus the night before was empty. No one seemed to be home because Rosa's door was open and no sign of her or David. I went to the bathroom and the door was cracked and the shower running, I figured it had to be Robyn so I sneaked in and took off my boxers. I peeked around the curtain while saying hello and was surprised to see a smiling Rosa looking back at me.

"Hi Brian, everyone went out to breakfast and left us here alone." She said. "Would you like to join me? I could use someone to wash my back."

I smiled at her and nodded, climbing into the shower with her. Her brown skin was glistening and sudsy. Her tits were full and her nipples were big and brown. Her hair was trimmed but still a full triangle, she handed me some soap and I rubbed my hands together to make some lather. She washed my front while I did hers. She ran her hands over my muscled chest and down my abs, she soaped up my now growing cock and balls. I washed her tits carefully, enjoying her every curve of her breasts and hips. She turned around facing the water and said I needed to do her from behind. I washed her back down to her full ass, rubbing my hands all over fingering her asshole. She bent over and arched her back to give me better access, so I took my hard cock and rubbed it over her ass to see how she reacted. 

"Mmmmm, yeah baby, slid that big cock into my tight ass, make me cum for you!" she said.

I pushed gently into her warm tightness. The soap and water helped my cock sink in slowly. Rosa grunted as I entered her, one of her hands was against the tile wall the other was reaching between her legs rubbing her clit. After a minute or two I had filled as much as I could, I pulled out and started to slowly fuck her ass, I flexed my cock each time I got as deep as I could. The hot water ran down Rosa's back and over her as and my cock, it felt so amazing. As she relaxed I pumped faster and faster soon she was moaning then screaming that she was cumming. I took several more pumps and then shot deep inside her tight ass. 




Tight End, or Why I Love College



She stood up and turned toward me and we kissed deeply my hands running around her squeezing her ass. We finished washing everything off and she shut off the water handed me a towel and we dried each other off. 

"Thank you sweetie, that felt so good, I've never been with a white boy before, you were amazing!" she said kissing my cheek.

"Rosa, I can honestly say that was the best shower I've ever had." I replied.

"Well Brian, you can come over anytime you want, I'd like to have you like Robyn had you, or Eve for that matter." She said winking at me. 

I Put my clothes on and took Rosa to the corner dinner where the rest of the group was in the midst of a huge breakfast. We all agreed it had been a great night and that we should party again real soon. Though out the meal all 3 ladies caught my eye and winked and afterwards all three made sure I had their phone numbers. I walked with Marcus for a bit, but since he lived in a house on the east side of campus we parted ways. I got back to my apartment building and hit the button for the elevator. I waited a couple of minutes and finally it dinged. I got in and hit the 10th floor; the doors were closing when I heard a voice yell, "Hold that please!" I stuck my arm out and stopped the door from closing and in walked a girl dressed in a black vinyl halter-top and mini skirt. I looked at her pale face with her long dark hair and I smiled, she looked at me and smiled back as she recognized me. 

"Hi there big guy, I'm Laura." She said offering me her hand.

I love college...



Tight Feminization



I decided to ride home that afternoon with the windows down and satellite radio off. The day had a surreal feel to it and somehow, the norm didn't seem appropriate. After many years of hard work, I was retiring. I didn't plan on just sitting at home, I just wasn't sure what the next section of my life would entail. My wife, Sara, had planned something special I am sure so I was kind of in a hurry to get home, but it was a nice day so I decided take my time.

I walked in the door to meet a very excited wife. Her normal hug and kiss was replaced by an exceedingly more passionate version. This was going to be a great night. My wife's anxiety was palpable. 

After a great meal and sex we laid in bed together where I secretly wondered what surprise my wife had in store.

As I laid there, my wife stroked my hair.

"You know I love you right?" she asked.

It seemed more like an actual question than our usual after sex banter.

"Of course!" I said. "I love you too."

As soon as I finished my response, I sensed the presence of someone behind me. Someone was in the room with us. Almost immediately, the person jumped onto the bed on top of me. I braced myself on the bed and began to push myself up when the person snatched my hands out from under me. I fell back on top of my wife. My wife seemed unaltered by the presence of the intruder and then confirmed my suspicions.

"I got his legs," she said as she locked her legs around the back of mine. She also wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down. Normally, I could easily overpower my wife. Here I had absolutely no leverage and there was still the issue of the person straddling me. 

The person behind me had my arms and forced them together behind me. I could tell it was a woman and my wife clearly knew her. She placed what felt like a zip tie around my wrist and pulled it tight and cinched my wrist together. She yanked up on it one last time making sure it was as tight as it could be. I felt the zip tie dig into my wrist as she tried to get one more notch out of it. I tried to protest but I was face down into a pillow my wife had placed on her chest. Without a hesitation I could fell another zip tie going around my ankles that was cinched tight. 

I could feel the woman on top of me testing the restraints to make sure they were secure. I could already tell that they were. 

"You ready," the woman asked my wife. 

"Yes," my wife replied and then released her arms that had been locked tight around me.

Immediately after her release, the woman behind me pulled my head back and off the pillow. No sooner than I had opened my mouth, the woman behind me swung a ball gag in front of my face. My wife grabbed the gag and pushed it into my mouth. The woman pulled the straps tight around my face. Sara assisted her by making sure the gag was firmly inserted by pressing on the gag with her thumbs. I could feel the gag being buckled at the back of my head. I hadn't even got out a full word. Now, I wasn't going to be able to say anything.

As soon as the woman had sufficiently checked all my restraints one last time, I felt her get off the bed. I strained to get a look at who this person was, but she was just out of my view. 

"You okay then?" she asked.

"Yes. Take the guest bedroom. We have a long day tomorrow."

The woman exited and flipped the lights off as she left leaving only the side lamps lit. With her gone, my wife turned her attention back to me. She knew I didn't understand what was happening. "Relax. I will explain."

"First, don't be scared. I know you are upset and confused, but you shouldn't be worried. I love you very much and would never hurt you. We were a little rough because we knew we had to restrain you quickly before you could stop us. I have some plans for us and I needed to make sure you would comply, whether you liked it or not.  It will all become more clear over the next few days."

She reached over and cut the lamps off and then turned back to me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head close to her chest and whispered, "Now go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a very long day for you as well."



I woke up late the next morning since it took me quite a while to fall asleep. Sara was already up and out of the room. My arms were sore from being pinned behind me and my wrist ached from the tightness of the zip tie. It didn't help that I had struggled against the bonds for an hour before falling asleep. No doubt I was using muscles that I don't normally use having a corporate job for most of my life. My jaw was sore from the ball gag in my mouth, but there wasn't much I could do about it at the moment. I began to struggle against my restraints again since I was alone and this seemed like my best chance to free myself.

Shortly thereafter Sara came in the room and seemed amused that I was squirming around on the bed. "Ahh, that's so cute baby. I love to see you wiggling, but you aren't going to get free." she remarked as she set on the bed and brushed the hair out of my face. She kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I hope you slept okay. I figured it might be hard for you to sleep so I let you sleep in a little longer this morning. But, you're up now and we need to get started."

She quickly got up and left the room and then returned with a large box that she sat on the nightstand. "I have some things to show you and two things to tell you. I will show you some things now and I will tell you one of things I need to tell you in about an hour. The other I will tell you this evening. I am pretty sure you will not like either one of them. Regardless, it is imperative that you stay tied up and not be able to get free for reasons that will be completely clear by the end of the day." 

"So, let's get started," she said walking back over to the box. "First, I can't keep you in zip ties all the time. Its not good for your wrist and they can break. So I bought these." She pulled out a bag pull of leather cuffs and sat back on the bed to show them to me. "These are much more secure than zip ties and little more comfortable for you. Plus, they are pink which you know I love. I won't always use these, of course. That would get old. I'll switch it up. Sometimes rope, sometimes tape, and even some other things which I will show you later."

She went back to the box. "This next two items I am sure you will not like and will cause you much discomfort. For that, I am sorry but it is necessary." She pulled out what appeared to be a small chain and came back over to the bed. "The first item is the same chain that connects handcuffs. It is very strong and isn't going to break. For you, I am going to put two of those pink cuffs on your arms right above your elbows. I am then going to connect them using this chain. That will be painful enough I think since you aren't that flexible really. I will start with six links. Every couple of days I will remove a link. I want to get you to the point where I will use only one link and your elbows will be touching behind your back. I know, in the end, you'll appreciate it."

"The second item is a bit scarier." She reached into the box and pulled out several ball gags. She sat back on the bed and placed them in front of my face. "Now let me explain what these are for. The ball gag you are wearing now is an average size ball gag which is about 1 3/4''. The three that I have here are 2'', 2 1/4'', and 2 1/2''. You are going to wear all of these and I promise you, it will not be pleasant. I got just white for the moment cause it makes it appear slightly larger than it is, but I have more colors coming. We'll get to all that though in due time. Now, I want to reveal the first think I have to tell you though. To do that, I need you in the other room. So, lets go ahead and try out some of these cuffs."

Sara pulled me over so I was laying on my stomach. I could see her opening the pink leather cuffs she had just showed me. She pulled out six of them and laid them on the bed next to me. She pulled one under my arm and began buckling it right above my elbow. Its counterpart soon followed on the other side. She grabbed the chain and removed all but six links and attached it to one of the cuffs. She then got up and straddled me I can only assume to get better leverage. She pushed my elbows closer together and snapped the other side in place. My arms strained against the pressure but the cuffs held my arms tightly behind my back. She continued this process on my ankles and wrist with the exception there was only one link. She then cut away the zip ties which was a considerable relief. However, I still couldn't really move.

"There," she said. "That should be a little more comfortable for the time being. I don't want you to get used to this though. I will be mostly using rope and tape and a few other ingenious little devices, but for today I will use these cuffs. Just one more thing and we can get started. I need you blindfolded. This won't be a normal thing but just for today."

Sara got off the bed and once again reached into her box. She pulled out a roll of what appeared to be tape. "This is bondage tape," she said. "It doesn't stick to you, only to its self. Also, it can be reused a few times which is nice. Anyways, I will use this so you can't see and we will get started."

After the first strip went across my eyes, I was in pitch black darkness. I could feel the tape winding around my head for two or three more times. I felt her press the tape down on the side of my head making sure it was secure. "I got an idea actually, " she excitedly stated. I felt more tape going around my head. But this time, it was around my mouth. This time she was pulling it tight as she wound it around. Each time pulling the ball gag further into my mouth and sealing my lips around it. "Oh my god, honey. That looks great. I will keep some of this around as well."

I could barely make a sound as I felt two sets of hands pull me off the bed. I can only assume the other person was the woman from the night before but there was no way to be sure. They dragged me into the living room as I couldn't effectively walk anywhere with my ankles fastened together. I tried to mutter something but each time I moved my mouth at all it seemed the tightness of the tape around my mouth pulled the ball gag in deeper. We got to where there should have been an open spot and I felt them hoist the top half of my body on to some sort of table. I couldn't really move with my arms pulled so tightly behind me but they made moving pretty much impossible by pulling my feet completely off the floor. I could feel one on each side of me as they unhooked my ankles. Maybe they were going to let me go, I thought, but I found out pretty quickly that was not going to happen. They took each leg and hooked the cuff on each ankle to something that kept my feet off the floor and spread a few feet apart. I knew it wasn't far since I could just touch the floor with my toes but it was enough to make sure I didn't have any leverage.

They walked up to the back of the table and then proceeded to hook several things to the cuffs on my arms. Immediately I could feel pressure trying to pull my arms apart but the links on my cuffs held tightly. One of them pushed my elbows together as the other unhooked the links and then did the same with my wrists. The pull from the new links now pulled my arms down flat on the table. I tried lifting my arms but whatever they were attached to was heavy. Additionally, my struggling against my restraints all night had left my arms quite weak. So, now I was tied down to a table with my feet spread and lifted into the air. I couldn't see and my mouth was filled with a ball gag that although Sara said was only average size seemed quite large and then sealed in with several layers of tape. 

It was quiet for a minute. I must say that up to now, I hadn't really been that worried, but this now seemed way more than our usual playing. My wife grabbed my face and lightly kissed me on top of the tape. "Honey, the next couple of things that happen are going to be unusual for you. The first, you will figure out soon enough with no explanation. The second, you will not truly understand until tomorrow, though it will start tonight."

I could tell they were moving around but for the next few minutes nothing seemed to be happening to me. Then, without notice, someone grabbed my boxers and cut them off with scissors. After ripping them off of me, someone slapped my ass. Not very hard, just a light tap. My wife knew I was into spanking but it was usually me doing the spanking. A brief pause and then another slap came across my ass. I tried to speak but the gag that filled my mouth kept my kept my words completely incoherent. I wasn't sure where this was going until I felt someone under the table. Another slap now made created a steady rhythm that I was unable to stop. The person under the table was definitely my wife which meant that the person spanking me was the unknown second woman. 

I was getting harder as my wife fondled me while I was getting spanked. My wife started giving me a blowjob. I would not have resisted even if I could. It didn't last long unfortunately. Being handled so roughly, being blindfolded, being gagged, being spanked, and having your cock in someone's mouth resulted in a very short experience, albeit a great one. 

The spanking stopped and everything was quiet again except for some slight rustling. I guess I didn't understand why my wife thought I needed to be restrained for this. I would submit to this willingly anytime she wanted. There had to be something else. She did mention that she didn't think I would like whatever I was going to find out so there was clearly more coming.

I felt someone start to unwrap the tape around my eyes. Eventually all of it came off and I could see again. My wife was standing in front of me with a smile on her face. I looked up and tried to speak again, but the gag and the tightness of the tape sealing it in prevented anything other than a slight murmur. "I know sweetie. The gag will be coming out soon but not quite yet. I took the blindfold off because I really want to see your expression for this next part." She turned and pointed at the box from before that now sat again in front of me. "There are some more things I need to pull out of the box. Please keep in mind that I love you very much and I am not going to hurt you. That being said, I really like how this black bondage tape looks wrapped so tight around your face. And, as you can probably tell, it does a better job at keeping you quiet than just the ball gag."

She smiled as I squirmed on the table. The cuffs held me down on the table so tightly that I could only muster a slight wiggle. With no leverage still, there just wasn't anything I could do to stop whatever was about to happen.  She began pulling more items out of the box and setting them on the table. I watched as each item came out. They consisted of a 3 inch roll of duct tape, a 2 inch roll of duct tape, rope, electrical tape, a maxi pad, a bikini, a push-up bra, and 2 rather large balloons filled with water. This seemed bad whatever it was. 

"Now! These items are going to be how you spend the rest of the day. It will not be pleasant for you, but its good practice for what I have to show you tonight." She began by pulling off a strip of the 2 inch wide tape about 6 inches long and set it down on the table sticky side up. Then she pulled off a strip of the extra wide tape about 12-15 inches long and set it beside the smaller tape. She took both roles of tape and put them back in the box. She grabbed the pad and opened it up. She unfolded it and pulled off a strip that was covering the sticky side. She then placed it sticky side up on the extra wide duct tape. It wasn't all the way at the end of the strip, but about 3 inches from the top. 

Now, she turned her attention back toward me. "Now honey. This is the first thing I mentioned that I had to show you are not going to like. This will be quite unusual for you so I am told, but you will be much more submissive after we are finished."

"WE!!" I had forgot about the other woman who now seemed to be moving around behind me. I had been transfixed on the items Sara had been pulling out of the box. 

"I am not going to do a lot here though, except watch your face." she said after sitting down right in front of me. "I want a front row seat to watch you experience this." I saw the woman's hand reach from behind me and grab the smaller strip of tape. She then quickly disappeared again. 

"Oh, my god." I thought. "What was this all about?" I finally felt the woman grab my penis from underneath the table. After the experience with my wife only a few moments before, I was effectively limp. I looked at my wife who stared back at me with an evil grin on her face. I bit into the gag as the woman placed the end of the strip of tape on the top of my penis. I felt her pushing my balls back up into my body. With my balls pushed up, she pulled the tape and pulled my dick back between my legs which also held my balls up in the position she had just placed them. I felt her pull the tape and stretch my dick as far as it would go. She then pressed the tape down on my ass and held it for a second to make sure it stuck. My eyes felt like they rolled back in my head a little. My wife seemed almost giddy with delight.

The woman now reached onto the table and grabbed the wide strip of tape with the maxi-pad on it. She went back under the table. I looked back at my wife and tried to plead with her as best I could with this ball gag sealed in my mouth. I felt the woman place one end of the tape at the base of my abdomen and then slowly pull it back between my legs. As she did, I could feel the pad slowly being pulled up between my legs. As soon as the tape was pulled taut, I felt her pull up on the tape with such force that it actually lifted me off the table. She then pressed the tape down and held it for a few seconds. When she released, the tape held and was unbelievably tight. 

My wife came over and grabbed my face. "The purpose of that piece of tape is to keep your dick pulled back and pushed up tight against your body. The pad is there for two reasons. It will help protect your sensitive parts from that very strong tape and also it helps smooth everything out. You can't even tell now that you have a penis at all, which is what I was going for."

I pulled against the straps that held me down on the table, but what ever was holding my arms down just wouldn't give. "There is no reason to struggle honey. You aren't going anywhere." She handed the blue metallic bikini to the woman behind me. I felt her pull the bikini between my legs and start tying it around my hips. She tied one side to hold it in place. When she tied the other side she pulled the strings tight drawing the bikini as far as it would go. She then went back to the first side and again pulled the strings as far as they would go. She kept pulling each side as tight as she could until I felt her try to put a finger between the bikini and me. When she couldn't, she told my wife she was done and slapped me hard on the ass.

My wife again got in my face. "How's that for tight?"

She was right. I could feel the strings on each side digging into me and I could feel the crotch pushing up on the already tight strip of tape. My wife disappeared behind me and then rubbed her hand on my ass. "Wow, that is nicer than I thought it would be."

She pulled a lever and the pressure holding the cuffs and my arms down ceased. Almost immediately, the weights pulled the cuffs back toward each other and behind my back. Sara and the other woman re-attached the clasps connecting the cuffs and once again my arms were pinned behind me. My wife grabbed the rope that was still sitting on the table and began wrapping it around my wrists. The other woman had picked up the electrical tape while my wife was tying my wrists. I felt her force my hand into a fist and begin wrapping the tape around my closed hand. Eventually she had both of my hands fully taped. I at first didn't know what she was doing. Now, it was perfectly clear. With my hands forced into fists and then covered with tape, I could not make use of my fingers.




Tight Feminization



With my wrists now tied together, my wife removed the cuffs but left the ones holding my elbows together. They unhooked my legs that were spread apart and reconnected the cuffs on my ankles. I was now as I was when I was brought into the room with the exception of the tape and bikini. The tape and bikini were so tight that I could not even feel my penis anymore. Without warning, someone began wrapping the vinyl tape around my head again covering my eyes. I suspected they were about to move me again.  



Before they pulled me off the table they pulled the bra around my chest and fastened it. With my hands tied they had to disconnect the bra straps and connect them again over my shoulders. I couldn't see anything but I knew what was coming next. They pulled me upright and off the table. I could fell them place the balloons in the cups of the bra. With the size of the balloons, it easily filled the C cup bra to its capacity.

I felt my wife kiss me on the tape holding my ball gag and press her body against mine. "I love feeling your new tits honey," she said. "I hope you also will feel the constant weight of them so you will know what we go through. I won't be using balloons for long though, so I would enjoy this if I were you. Its going to get a lot worse."

I moaned into my gag which seemed to really delight my wife. I had no idea where this was coming from or where it was going. They picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom and pushed me down onto the bed. I wanted to fight back but my situation seemed inescapable. Also, the tape and bikini actually made any movement difficult.

I felt someone get on the bed with me. I could tell they were sitting behind me. From her touch I knew it was Sara. She had spread her legs and was pulling me up to her between her legs with my back to her. She pulled me all the way to where my head rested on her chest. She began fondling me. Repeated kisses on my neck and the constant feel of her hands all over my body was exciting. She eventually had her right hand on my crotch. She began rubbing in between my legs with her fingers. This was something I often did to her, though not against her will. I was really turned on by her exploration of my restrained body, but even my sensuality seemed restrained as my dick could not get hard.

The one-sided make out session lasted a few more minutes and then Sara began removing the tape around my gag and eyes. "I know this ball gag has made you a little sore, so I am going to remove it." She finished with the tape and then reached towards the dresser where she grabbed some two small metal devices. They looked similar to scissors but much smaller. Although, instead of being naturally closed, these devices were open. Squeezing the handles actually closed the device. I felt my wife squeeze one of the devices shut and then lodged it between my teeth on one side. When she let go the tension opened my mouth as wide as it could be opened. She added the other device on the opposite side. With both in place she removed the ball gag from my mouth. I had hoped to ask her what all this was about but I could not force the devices closed so that I could speak. "I know these are not comfortable so I will be removing them as quickly as I can, honey." She reached in another bag on the dresser and pulled something out and then unwrapped it in front of my face. It was 2 pairs of panties. She was making sure I got a good look at them. She leaned over close to my ear and whispered, "I'd like to tell you these are my panties, but they aren't. These are yours. I've actually bought you a whole bunch of stuff which I will explain later. Panties are great for a couple of reasons. One, well you need something to wear. And two, they make for a comfortable and very effective gag."

With that, she pushed the two pairs of panties together and began pushing them into my open mouth. I was unable to offer any resistance. Very quickly my mouth was completely packed with panties. My wife seemed annoyed she hadn't got everything inside. "This just won't do," she said. I felt her brace her hands on the side of my face and began using her fingers to force the last bit into my mouth. It made sort of a creaking sound as she was pushing the last bits behind my teeth. "There we go," she said as she removed the metal hinges. 

I saw her reach for a roll of tape that was sitting on the counter. "This is a special kind of tape," she said. "It is the strongest you can buy that isn't superglue. That way I don't have to worry about you getting those panties out of your mouth." With that she ripped off a small piece about 4 inches long. She placed the top part of the tape just above my upper lip and pressed down. Once she was sure it was stuck she pulled down and sealed the bottom of the tape as far down below my lower lip as she could get it. Then she covered the entire piece of tape with her hand and held it for a few seconds.

"Now there is no way you're getting those panties out and you're not going to be able to make a sound. I'm doing this for your benefit since this is definitely going to be more comfortable than some of the larger gags that we are going to be using. You can thank me later." 

She was definitely right. I couldn't even move my mouth, much less make a sound since it was completely packed. She purposely left the light on I think so I could see my horrible predicament. My legs and arms were bound ridiculously tight. I was wearing a bra stuffed with massive balloons. My mouth was packed with panties and sealed shut with tape. And to top it all off, my dick was pulled back and sealed against me with a maxi pad and tape and I was wearing a bikini that was so tight it felt like it was cutting off my circulation. What on earth could be the second part to this?



Tight First Time



My first full sexual experience occurred at the age of 20; a bit late by modern standards but I'm talking about the mid 1960s and the sexual revolution was still getting into full swing. 

We hadn't got to the stage of assuming intercourse on the first date or even after three months. Also, my experiences were tied to a strict religious upbringing in the Pentecostal Church in England. Sex was not mentioned and it was assumed that it could take place only within marriage. This had left me with a strange mixture of feelings, combining guilt with an overwhelming curiosity and a desire to make up for lost time. Little did I realise on that day in November 1964 that my mind and senses would be opened to the two major influences on the rest of my life: sexual excitement and corset fetishism.

At a northern English newish university in an industrial town, I was in my second year as a student of mathematics and economics. For location, think of parochial Bradford, Manchester, Liverpool, Sheffield but not Leeds, which even then was a cosmopolitan European city. My subjects are now and were then immaterial to the experience of the next few weeks, but they give you some background to my activities and expectations in a career. I belonged to the student religious society, of course, and had met a number of others with the same hang-ups and desires. Every single one of us was serious about our religion but also on the lookout for new experiences. For me, the former was assuming less importance as the weeks went by, and the latter more. This wasn't universally the case in the society and some were real zealots with an American tendency to preach perfection all the time, and show little tolerance of humanity and its frailties. 

Another member was Mary; her real name but it is sufficiently common that I needn't hide her behind an alias. Mary was not a great beauty. She was too tall to be petite but not tall enough to be model-like or willowy. She tended to wear tweeds when the rest of our generation had moved into flower-power, and she had "proper" shoes; no stilettos or boots for her. Her features were rather masculine and her smile didn't show a straight row of pearly white teeth. Her posture and movements were unusual. She always carried herself with an uprightness that I interpreted as reflecting her religious conviction, and she didn't slouch or collapse into a comfy bundle on a sofa or easy chair. She seemed to have a nice figure and especially neat shapely waist and hips. I thought that she displayed the very essence of her family membership of the Plymouth Brethren. It was true that they were the "Open" Brethren, so she was allowed to communicate and take part in the Christian observances of other denominations.

Mary always showed an openness and friendliness towards me that took me by surprise at first and then became a sort of routine. Mary would touch my arm whenever we met and beam a smile straight into my eyes. I never touched her, assuming that she'd be offended if I did and, anyway, I didn't know where to touch or hold her for safety and decorum. In many ways, I treated her as I would my older sister although she was a year younger than I was.

Every week, the Christian society met for prayers and other religious activities. We met twice during the week; say Tuesday and Thursday. It became a routine that I gave three other students a lift back to their lodgings because I was one the minority with a car. Don't be impressed by this; the car was 33 years old then and cost me all of £12 10s 0d or £12.50 as we would say now; or €20 or $25. It cost me more in repairs and spares each year than I spent to buy it originally. Anyway, I gave a car-load of students a ride home twice a week and Mary was one of them. Usually, she was delivered to her door last because it was the furthest from the university meeting room, and the journey took about one hour after touring various suburbs. The first time I dropped her off, I hoped she'd ask me in for a coffee or something, because it was so long since we left the university and it would have been hospitable. I let her out of the car and walked with her to the front door of her "digs", only to be told that her landlady and husband wouldn't wish me to enter since they were Exclusive Brethren and didn't welcome non-members into their house. I thought then that was a strange sort of Christianity and now I find it easy to reject utterly such exclusive and discriminatory notions. However, I left her at the door and drove back to my place.

On another Tuesday in November, the trip went the same as before but Mary said, "They're away for the week, so you could come in if you wish. They'll never know". So I locked the car and followed her into the house. It was nothing special and did not smell of sanctity or even sanctimoniousness. I turned to push the door shut and then back to face Mary. She got hold of my hands and raised them to her lips and kissed them. Then she let them go and reached up to kiss my lips, which I let happen and found her to be a good, erotic and forceful kisser. We held each other and did it properly. I ran my hands down over her shoulders and into her waist and onto her hips, which she wriggled slightly to indicate some pleasure, I thought. The feel of her figure was unusual; more curvaceous and less yielding than I'd felt with other girlfriends, but I wasn't aware of any reason or cause for it and let it pass from my mind. Then she said huskily, "Come to my room" and dragged me after her, not unwillingly.

As we entered her room, I realised it was a double bedroom with en-suite bathroom, which was extremely unusual in those days. We got ourselves into a clinch immediately and she was working on my jacket and my shirt buttons. I reached down and undid a belt at the waist of her skirt, letting the skirt fall around her ankles. Then I moved onto her blouse buttons and she didn't stop me as we continued to kiss and wander our hands around each other. I took off her blouse at the same time as she got my shirt off, also. Then I got a surprise. Her bra was the longest and firmest I'd ever seen except on my mother, although a much smaller size and fitting her perfectly. Looking back now, I think she must have been 36B and the bra went down and down into her waist, with a row of hooks at the back, and cuff around the bottom edge.

Then I got my second surprise: the rest of her body above her thighs was contained in a form of corsetry that I'd seen only in magazines for middle aged women, and occasionally among the older women in my family at weddings and suchlike functions, when they had to present a very respectable appearance. This garment was white, brilliantly so, and fastened at the right-front with a vertical row strong hooks, and I could feel that the back was held taut by lacings. She wore stockings attached to four suspenders on each thigh. Two were practically at the centre front and two more almost at centre back, so she must have felt them with every stride and whenever she sat down. I looked into her face and she sensed my surprise.

"Wait", she said softly, "I'll take this off."

The problem for me was that my erection was now raging and the more so as I touched her and felt at her underwear. The firmness and tightness of her shaped body exaggerated her eroticism for me, and I didn't want her to undress any further.

"No", I said equally softly, and drew her to me. "Show me other things later. I like this here and now. You feel wonderful".

It was her turn to be surprised. "Do you really like this?" she asked me, as if incredulous.

"Hmm. Certainly do", I replied and we moved to the bed.

After that, what can I say? I enjoyed a couple of hours with a hot woman dressed in underwear more restrictive than I could have imagined then and frequently do imagine now. She was easily orgasmic and I used my meagre collection of sexual techniques with her to give her whatever pleasure seemed to be right for her. Her responses were unequivocal; literally. She was vocal and noisy, and it left no room for doubt that she enjoyed the evening also.

For myself, I found my excitement rising throughout the evening with each touch of her corseted shape. From her shoulders to her knees and down to her stockinged feet, I kissed and stroked her and she loved every second and every inch of my attentions. I made love to her on top and from the side as we lay like a pair of spoons; lying on her front with me kneading her waist and thighs; her sitting on me; and doggie-style. Kneeling behind her, I got the full benefit of the view of her neat waist, contained and hardened by her corsetry and the cuff bra. My hands danced over her controlled hips and bottom, and over the lacings which fanned out either side of the centre back. I held her waist as much as I could wherever we lying and in whatever position we made love. I was amazed at my own stamina and knew instinctively that the corsetry was part of the allure and the setting. 

I expected her at any moment to tell me to stop short of ejaculation but she didn't. So I didn't either and filled her up, irresponsibly and carelessly I thought afterwards. When she explained to me some hours later, I realised how safe we were. She was being treated for severe monthly period pains and the doctor had told her that the treatment involved the new oestrogen pill which would make conception practically impossible. "Lucky us", I though later.

At one point, she said, "You can do anything you want, you know." I was too young and inexperienced to be able to take advantage of her offer, and assumed she simply wanted more of the same but rougher, perhaps. If I'd known how to respond, I would have used her mouth and throat, and put my hand inside her and tied her hands and .... lots of ideas came to me much later. As it was, all I could think of was rougher sex and some contortions. Actually, this latter point came as another surprise to me. She was more flexible in her corsetry than most women I met later when they were naked. The strain on her clothing must have been colossal, and the tension across her groin and over her waist must have been painful sometimes, but she showed no sign of it. At one point, her heels were over her head as she lay on her back and I was leaning on her and into her with my full weight. The corset was straining around her bottom and the suspenders were stretched to their limits. I think that's when the stocking tops gave way! Her eyes were screwed tight shut and her lips slightly open as she murmured her pleasure at this treatment. I still haven't experienced that level of commitment and pleasure in a woman, related to her underwear. Mary was wonderful.

Eventually, we became tired and she was replete. I was still stiff after numerous ejaculations and still handling her body and her underwear. The stockings hadn't survived and were laddered down to her toes and frayed at the suspenders, but neither of us cared by that stage. The corsetry had certainly survived and contained her as firmly at the end of the night as it had at the start. She said, "Please help me undress now", so I did and eventually got to hold her skin next mine, and to feel the creases and wrinkles left by the corset and bra.

In our semi-slumber, I asked her, "Why do you wear those things?"

"Because I always have", she replied quietly, "my mum put me into a girdle at the age of 12 and by 15 I was in the laced corset-type. I wear something like it all time, every day. My mum and dad think I need it for me to be a proper Christian woman. It makes me feel very feminine, you know. More womanly than some of these girls we see around. They look like boys to me!"

"Do you always wear something as tight as this one?", I continued to probe.

"Not always. Sometimes I need a bit more comfort -- every month you know -- and then I wear an elastic girdle with a zip", she offered more information, "and other times, I wear something harder and more firm. That's for formal occasions or for church on Sundays."

"Will you show me?" I asked, and she said, "Next time", which I took to mean that we'd be here again soon and that I'd get even more enjoyment then.

Morning came and I left her still half asleep, and went back to my place in time to get ready for university lectures at 10 o'clock. Later in the day, I met Mary and she spoke softly to me, "Thanks for last night. Are you free this evening?"

Of course I was and that night we enjoyed ourselves even more, and I learned a great deal about her underwear. She did a fashion parade for me lasting an hour or more, with six different types of girdles and corsets, complete with a selection of long bras. I learned later that she had styles by Berlei, Warner, Blair, M&S, Spencer, Spirella and a private corsetiere named Fawcett, which was a good joke for us since it rhymed so well with his or her trade. Her firmest corset-girdle didn't just make her tummy flat; she was concave between her hips bones and her waist even more firmly held than before. She was compressed into rigidity from her bra line to her thighs. Making love with her then was a life-changing experience and confirmed my corset fetish. From that evening I was a hopeless corset and girdle addict, and have remained so ever since.

Mary and I met this way for about six weeks, until the Christmas recess, but not again in the home of her landlady. We took motel rooms and she came to my bedsit a couple of times. In the New Year, things were different, somehow. She delayed some of our meetings and then cancelled one, and then told me she had to start thinking about the future, so we'd better be very good friends from then on. I was devastated: I'd spent all the recess imagining how we'd spend the first few weeks after being separated for a month, but it wasn't to be.

Three months later, Mary announced her engagement to a fellow student named Bob, and they planned the wedding for the week after graduation 18 months later. I don't know if Bob enjoyed her underwear as I did, or even if it became part of his special sexuality. I know it was a major part of hers. She was no virgin when I first made love to her and I never found out who had that privilege with her. I'm sure Bob got all the benefits of her experience and her special gifts of excitement.

They became an item in the Christian society and with the local Brethren assembly, to which Bob "converted" from his Anglican upbringing. I imagine that she showed him such excitement and pleasure that Bob was swept off his feet for the rest of his life. They had three children, all daughters, and I wondered it those girls of the 1970s submitted to the corseting regime of their mother. I haven't seen or spoken to Mary or Bob since 1972, and I wonder what became of them as they must now be I their sixties.

So there it is. My introduction to overt 60s-style sex but more than that; the start of a lifetime searching for corseted women and for corset sex. My own preferences expanded with time, so that I came to corset my own figure. Also, I began to enjoy my own bodily functions, but all this was much later and must await another time to recount.



Tight Fittin' Jeans



Author's Note: 

This story is based on the song by Conway Twitty.  I was driving down to the Cherokee Strip museum in Perry, Oklahoma and heard it on the radio.  An old favorite of mine seemed like it would be fun to write.

Thanks to Techsan for his editing support. 

Tight Fittin'Jeans
Composed by Michael and Mike Huffman
Performed by Conway Twitty


THE STAMPEDE, BIG SPRINGS, TEXAS

She tried to hide it by the faded denim clothes she wore
But I knew she'd never been inside a bar before
And I felt like a peasant who just had met a queen
And she knew I saw right through her tight fittin' jeans

I'd been coming to The Stampede since I was old enough to drink beer.  It was a well-known dance/music hall a few miles east of the Midland-Odessa area.  My mom and dad had started going there when Hoyle Nix and his brother Ben built it in 1954.  Dad had gone to school with Hoyle and knew him pretty well.

The brothers Nix had formed a band a few years earlier, somewhat patterned after Bob Wills' Texas Playboys, called The West Texas Cowboys.  The two bands played together a number of times and, after Bob Wills disbanded The Texas Playboys, Bob played off and on for Nixs' band until he had his stroke in '69. 

Hoyle's son, Jody, took over both his dad's band and The Stampede.  He wasn't what I would call a best buddy but we ran across each other once in a while at barbeques and such and would chat over a beer.  Before my ex, Dixie and I had split we came down from my ranch southeast of Lamesa to dance and drink every Saturday night.  Sometimes Jody's band would be there, other times -- when The West Texas Cowboys were on tour -- there would be other local bands.  All in all it was a great place for music and dancing.

Dixie was a piece of work.  I don't know how I ever wound up with her.  The first time I met her, when I was introduced as Jake Dancer, she smirked and commented, "Damn!  That means if we got married I'd be Dixie Dancer!"  She broke out laughing like it was the funniest thing ever.   But she was appealing, a short, buxom, high-energy blonde.  One thing led to another and we were married six months later.

She was, for sure, a high-maintenance gal. She 'bout ran the ranch bankrupt before we both figured out that the only thing we had in common was great sex and our love for dancing.   Maybe it could have worked out but the constant fights over money kept an edge on both our tempers.  Truth be told I think she hated the ranch and ranch life.

It all came to a head when she met an oil lawyer in Odessa and nervously asked for a divorce.  I tried to look sad but I had her packed and moved to Odessa that weekend.  On the way home I stopped at CC Liquors and picked up a case of Chicken Killer Barley Wine - known as the finest drink ever to be named after a death-dealing dachshund - from Santa Fe.  It was beer but they called it wine since it was as strong as many wines.  This was great tasting stuff and at ten percent alcohol it wasn't for the young and innocent.

I remember sitting on my back porch when I got home, watching the sun set on the broken hills rising to the north of my ranch.  My place was more east than south of Lamesa, and backed up against the edges of the hills.  I put the beer in a tub of ice and as I finished the first bottle I started getting a slight smile on my face.  By the time I'd consumed about four or so the smile had turned into a grin then a full fledged shit-eatin' grin.   I felt really relaxed sitting there in the now dark night for the first time in months.  The still warm fall evening and the high-octane beer were working well together.

This was all about six months or so ago and I kept going to The Stampede every three or four weeks or so just to drink beer and watch the girls.  A lot of them knew me and knew I was a good dance partner so I did my fair share of whirling around with the ladies.  Once in a while I got lucky and spent the night with one or another of my dance partners but I wasn't really looking for or pushing it.  I was a month short of thirty-five at that time -- a bit over six feet, lanky, and had what a couple of the girls had told me were "rugged good looks" with black curly hair.

Now it was a pleasant April evening and I was back at The Stampede slowly working my way through a couple of longneck Lonestars and idly watching the girls dance.  Jody was in town with his band so there was a pretty good turnout but it wasn't really crowded.  I'd been talking to the bartender, Molly, and swiveled on my barstool to check out the action.

About ten feet in front of me was a tall -- the better part of five-eight -- girl with long brown hair.  She was curvy in an understated way and an air of … well, elegance about her.   It wasn't in the clothes -- she had on a white lacy blouse, an old black denim jacket, and faded black jeans that were sure enough tight fitting.  She also had a red bandana around her neck.  I'd guess she'd had those jeans for a long time and had filled out some, making them nice and snug.

I knew right away she was a lady.  The way she moved was graceful but with a bit of awkwardness, like she wasn't used to the two-step and maybe hadn't ever been in a place like this before.  There were a couple of other tip-offs.  The black, tight fitting jeans had a Gucci label and flared legs.  I knew what they cost 'cause Dixie had come home from a shopping trip to Dallas with a girl friend with two pair of them -- at the better part of over four hundred dollars apiece!  The fight that led to was really the beginning of the end for us because I needed that money for a couple of bulls.

The other tip-off was the new Justin Black Lizard boots she had on -- those had to run over three hundred.  All together she looked like she had made an effort not to look out of place but for me she failed miserably.  I thought she looked like a queen and she made me feel like a peasant.

The next time she came around the dance floor she saw me watching her and she knew at once that those tight fitting jeans hadn't fooled me a bit.  Something changed on her face, a sort of pinched, embarrassed look come over it, and when the dance ended she walked over to where I was sitting. She plopped on the empty stool next to me, and looked a bit tired with a fine sheen of sweat on her upper lip.

I had to ask, so I looked at her and said, "What's a woman like you doing in a place like this?  I can see you are used to champagne but I'll buy you a beer," as I held up my almost empty bottle.

She didn't say anything so I waggled by bottle and held up two fingers towards Molly who was down at the other end of the bar.  When she brought the two beers, sans glasses, we both swiveled back to the bar.  I was looking at this out-of-place woman, discretely I thought, in the mirror behind the bar.  She was one lovely lady.  She caught my eye, an enigmatic look on her face, and turned to me as she put her hand on my arm.

"I saw you admiring these tight fittin' jeans I have on," here she flushed a little, "and for a dance or two I'll tell you the story behind them."

She grabbed my hand on pulled me onto the dance floor.  The band had just kicked in with a faster number, "Play Me Something I can Swing To," and she was clearly much more comfortable with this type of dancing. The band played several more fast ones then segued into a slow version of "Night Life."  She tentatively moved in closer, then after a minute slid full into my arms, with her head on my shoulder.  I could feel the faint whisper of her breath and when the band took a break after that number I could see her eyes were a bit damp.

We sat down at the bar again, Molly bringing a couple more beers unasked.  We were quiet for a minute, me wondering how come this classy lady was sitting next to me while she was moving the bottle around in a slow circle on the polished pecan wood bar, looking intently at the patterns she made.

Looking over at me she opened up a little, "I guess you have me figured out … I'm not what I seem.  I came from a well known family and I married money and, yes, I'm used to wearing pearls and drinking champagne.  But I've always had this dream of just being a "good ol' boy's" girl.  Tonight I walked away from those crystal chandeliers in that big mansion in Preston Hollow in Dallas to live this dream I've had.  And, partner, let me tell you, there is a tiger in these tight fitting jeans."

We danced every one of the dances from then on, and, oh Lord, the beer we went through.  I knew it was just a fantasy for her but for me it was a bit of heaven.  As she played out her dream right before my eyes, it seemed a cowgirl had come alive in those jeans.

We wound up at a nearby motel.  She already had the key so she must have go there earlier in the day.  That night, I experienced a passion I'd never known existed.  I'm satisfied I did my best to make her dream come true.  As I lay there in the dark, passion spent and her head on my chest in an exhausted dreamless sleep, I knew I had come to love her.

I finally drifted off and when I woke she was gone, leaving her faint, sweet scent behind.   She left her bandana on the bed next to me.  I saw that as a sign that this was a one-time thing for her.  She had lived her dream and had gone back to her world … and leaving me here in mine.  I think that's why she left the scarf - she wouldn't need it anymore.  She would go home and fold up those tight fitting jeans and put the new Justins in the back of her closet.

In my mind I know she's a lady and I'd never tell anyone what had happened that night … that story of a queen that wanted to spend a night with the likes of me.  We had parted but she took a large part of my heart with her.  I knew I'd held more woman in my arms that night than most men would ever see. I know she will always remember that night, that time a cowboy had lived a millionaire's dream.  Lord, I loved that lady with the tight fitting jeans.

She was gone now and all I knew of her was her name, Laura, and that she had been raised in Boston and had gone to school at Wellesley.  She was a class act all the way.  And that she had left me with a broken, sad heart.

It was hard to get back to what I now knew was a boring humdrum life.  Laura had made all the other women I knew seem like pale shadows of the real thing and I lost interest in any ongoing social interactions.  I tended to stay at the ranch and bury myself in work.  I was lucky I didn't have to pay alimony to Dixie and we'd never had children so I was gradually able to make improvements and put the ranch on a sounder financial footing.  But … well, I wasn't kidding myself. Every day I lived in various shades of gray.

I think I faced up to it okay -- anyway I did my best.  But there was this hollow place in me that nothing seemed able to fill.  I'd still go to The Stampede once a month or so, more out of loneliness than anything else I guess.  I maybe had this subliminal thought - buried so deep I didn't even want to voice it -- that one day I'd see that longhaired beauty again.  Oh, I danced once in a while with one or another girl, but I never went home with any of them again.

About three months after all that, on a cold, windy night a couple days after a lonely Valentine's Day, I was sitting at the bar and Jody walked over and offered me a beer.   We chatted for a while -- about this and that - when he looked at me curiously and asked, "I saw you dancin' with Laura West a while back … didn't figure you would know her.  She's married to the guy that owns the better part of that fancy new bank in Dallas; he comes from old time Texas money.  He hired my band for a barbeque party a year or so ago."

I was excited for a minute.  Now that I knew her name I knew I could find her.  But I slumped down on the barstool.  She'd had her dream fulfilled and would not be happy if I showed up.  I'd just be an embarrassment to her.

I looked over at Jody and answered his unasked question.   "She was just passin' through and wanted to dance a bit.  You know how the girls all like to dance with me.   I dance well and treat them nice … and with respect and they like that.  I guess she could see that in me."

He looked unconvinced but patted me on the shoulder and walked away.

It went on like that for a long time -- the ranch was doing great and I was drifting.  I ran into Dixie one night at a club in Midland.  We shared a couple of beers and a few dances … talked some.  I was getting vibes that she wanted to come back but I made sure she could see I wasn't picking up on them. She did look good though.

It was two years after that episodic, life changing night of passion and dancing that I was sitting at the bar at The Stampede half-heartedly flirting with Molly when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a hot breath in my ear.

"Hey, Cowboy.  They're playing our song."

I turned around fast and almost fell off the stool. It was Laura, and sure enough she was wearing those tight fitting jeans and the boots still looked brand new.  I started to ask her something but she kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered, "Later." 

So we danced and danced and drank some beer … thought not as much as the first time.  She wouldn't talk and wouldn't let me.  She was somewhat stiff for the first couple of slow dances and then seemed to decide something and flowed tightly into my arms.  I wanted to ask her … so much!  But she had her own agenda and I was happy to get even a few magical moments.

Time came when she took my hand and led me out to a dusty BMW.  She drove over to the same motel as before and already had a key.  I wondered if she had done this before: rented the motel room and then went looking for me.  I had a few agonizing moments thinking of this, and then we were in the room.

"I know you want to know what's going on, but please don't talk.  Pensively, she added, mostly to herself, "I just need to make sure."

She grabbed me a beer from the mini-bar and disappeared into the bath area.  I heard the shower running and she came back in a few minutes wearing a diaphanous black dressing gown that left little to the imagination.  She had a new bandana, yellow this time, and she laid it over the lamp on the desk and turned the other lights off.  Turning the covers down she sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand out.  I took it and slowly sat down on the bed next to her and put my arms around her, squeezing her tight.  

"Laura, that night, so long ago … I fell in love with you.   You haven't left my heart for a minute. I …"

"I know, Jake.  We'll talk ... sometime.  Now, just love me!"

We came together with a mutual passion born of a deep longing.  Later we loved with a gentleness that seeped into my heart and healed the lingering pain.  Once in the night I went to the bathroom to get a drink and looked at her lying there, the gown discarded and looking like a lovely alabaster statue in the dim light sneaking around the edge of the curtain.  Her slim body wasn't perfect but it was as close to as I would ever see.  

When I woke the next morning she was gone again but this time left a note instead of her bandana: "Jake, dearest Jake, I fell in love with you that night so long ago … but it was … complicated.  Be patient with me for a while longer -- I had to know for sure.  Laura."

I was left with mixed feelings -- this was more that I ever hoped for and it suddenly came to me that she didn't have any rings on her finger this time.  I lay there a while, trying to figure it out, but finally gave up and took a taxi over to pick up my truck.

I went into a period of stasis, drifting along through my lonely life again.  I did the chores, went down to Big Springs to Jody's once in a while but mostly just sat and thought.  On a late summer afternoon towards the end of August, I was walking back from the barn and saw a cloud of dust pursuing a long, black car down the gravel road to the ranch.  I stood waiting, my heart lurching.  The car pulled to a stop about twenty yards from me and Laura stepped out.

She gave me a funny look and opened the back door, fiddling around with something for a few minutes.  She turned and placed an adorable toddler in a pink dress with curly black hair and short chubby legs on the ground.  Laura whispered something in her ear and pointed her towards me.   The little black haired beauty walked slowly over to me as her mom watched me intently as she leaned back against the car. 

I flicked my eyes back and forth between them -- kinda figuring out what was going on but not really believing nor accepting it.  When the child got close to me she put hers arms out, tentatively saying, "Daddy?"  I knew she had been coached, but what the heck!  I scooped her up and held her against me, believing now.  Laura had followed over and the three of us shared a lasting, cathartic hug, the baby the only one without tears flowing.

Laura kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Yes, Jake, she's yours.  Wait until I feed her and put her down for a nap and we will talk."

I carried the stuff into the house, which thankfully was clean.  Besides the stuff for the baby there was a small bag of what I assumed was clothes for Laura.  Maybe I was just wishing this, but …

I watched, entranced as she took care of the baby and then gave her to me to hold -- an armful of naked squirming girl child - while she got her bath ready.  When she was asleep we went to the living room.  It was cool so I made a fire in the large stone fireplace.  Laura wanted a beer so I grabbed a couple and sat down in my big leather easy chair; Laura was standing by the fire.  She looked at me and taking the bottle settled down on my lap, wiggling around until she was comfortable.

She leaned her head back a little and smiled at me.  "I guess I'd better explain things, you think?"

I nodded, not really caring as long as she stayed where she was.

"I guess when I came out I was a little rash, maybe not really believing I was doing it.  I didn't even think about any kind of protection and Melody is the result of that."

She must have seen the question in my arched eyebrows.

She hit me on the shoulder and laughed, "Melody for the music you made me feel that night.  I'm not insensitive, Jake. I knew when I left that you had strong feelings for me -- as I did for you.  I was confused by the intensity of what I felt for you … and it scared me.  Bill and I were having problems.  I wasn't really what he wanted.  He needed someone to stand pretty at his side and be the good corporate wife.  

"Our moms had gone to Wellesley and shared a room together.  They are still best friends.  It seemed like they had always been planning to have us marry.  Bill was handsome and fun but I didn't know that his heart was locked in a bank vault.  The bank came first, second and third.  He became cold and standoffish and we were drifting apart. 

"I knew there had to be more to life that what I had.  You can't drive a car around Texas without hearing country songs and I started listening to them.  I got this girlish fantasy of a cowboy throwing his arms around me and riding off together into the sunset on his big white horse.

"I got the name of the club from a girlfriend; she said the music would be good and to be sure and go when Jody's band was playing -- that there would be a good crowd on those nights.  

"Jake, what I never expected was for you to be such a dear, sweet man, full of caring and tenderness.  I don't think you were really the "good ol' boy" I was thinking I was looking for … you were so much more.  I believe I fell in love with you before we even went to bed.  And that was so very, very wonderful.  I've never been loved like that.  It was such a sharing I was almost overwhelmed.

"A couple of months after I got back I found out I was pregnant and I knew it was yours.  I guess I should have let you known what was going on.  I didn't tell you but when you went to the restroom I got the scoop on you from that girl behind the bar, Molly.  I was a bit afraid to go to the motel with someone I didn't know, but Molly set me straight about you … and gave me your address and phone number.  I have to confess that I called Molly once in a while to see if you had found someone else."




Tight Fittin' Jeans



She was stunning. Absolutely beautiful. Chad looked at the woman who had just walked into the dive club where he worked as a bouncer. She clearly did not belong here. From her fancy designer denim jeans to the rock on her finger right down to the pointy toes of her expensive cowgirl boots. This broad shouted money, lots of it. And class too. And he said, "Excuse me, I think you have the wrong place, Miss."

She stared at him for a long moment. Her blue eyes, or at least he thought they were blue, scanned him from the top of his cheap cowboy hat down to his battered boots and back up to meet his eyes. Then she looked around the club from the bar that was packed with Friday night boozers to the dance floor that was empty except for one older couple that came regularly to dance to the slow songs before going home early. He saw the place through her eyes and found it lacking. Then she turned those baby blues back to him, "No. No, I have the right place," she said as she opened her purse. "What's the cover charge?"

"Nothing. It's Ladies Night," Chad lied as he promised himself to keep an eye out for the little lady for the rest of the night. No matter how busy the place got.

And it did get busy. It was Friday in Houston after all. By midnight, the dance floor was full. Some couples dancing arm and arm. More than a few single ladies line dancing to the latest country song. He looked them over but she was not among them. He scanned the room once more looking for her. He had kept his promise, checking up on the little lady often during the night. 

He frowned as he noticed her chatting to one of the Friday night cowboys at the bar. He was worried about the trouble she could get herself into in a place like this. Although he supposed it really was none of his business. Still he could not get her out of his mind. "Hey, buddy, I'm here to relieve you," said his friend Mike from behind. 

Chad nodded as he thought about telling him to keep an eye of the lady wearing tight fittin' jeans. Then he thought better of it as he decided to stick around instead of heading home the way he usually did to his dogs and the empty apartment he had shared with them since he left the Marines. Tonight he would just hang out for bit, get a couple of beers...and keep an eye on the little lady himself. Make sure she didn't get into no trouble. 

Chad took up a spot at the end of the bar and grabbed a cold bottle of beer, opening it himself. He tried not to be too obvious as he watched the lady sip her pink frozen drink with the dumb umbrella in it. After a couple of minutes, he could see her body tensing as the Friday night cowboy, as they called the doctors, lawyers and accountants who dressed up and came in on the weekend just to pick up women, kept pushing closer to her. 

Enough was enough, Chad said to himself and he put the empty bottle of beer on the bar and walked over to them. "Excuse me, Miss, but would you care for a dance?" he asked Tight Fittin' Jeans as he had come to think of her as he kept his back to the Friday night cowboy. She smiled up at him and his heart dropped to the toes of his dusty cowboy boots. She nodded and held out her hand, making her excuses to the other man.

Chad cursed under his breath as the music switched to a slow country classic just as they stepped onto the dance floor. But he took the princess into his arms and drew her close anyway. The feel of her ripe, soft curves against his hard body was maddening and after a moment he looked for something to say...anything. "So what's a lady like you doing in here?" he reddened as the dumb line bypassed his brain and right out his mouth. 

She laughed then and the sound was like fingers running softly up and down his back after a night of making love. "You think you have me figured out; don't you, cowboy? Well, I'm not what I seem and for a beer I'll tell you bout this tight fittin' jeans." 

The song came to an end and Chad led her into a dark booth in the corner that was usually reserved for VIPs. He figured this little lady was the classiest one this place had ever seen. Way classier than the occasional athlete that stumbled in here drunk and looking to get laid. He ordered them a couple of beers and listened as she unloaded her life story over a couple of them. 

It was pretty much what he expected. Spoiled little rich girl marrying the moneyed older man that mommy had chosen for her. Her blue eyes swam with unshed tears as she emptied the second bottle of beer, "So there you have it...except that I have always fantasized about being just a good old boy's girl. So tonight while he was out of town on business I thought what the hell. It might be my last chance to live out my fantasy."

Chad frowned at her final words, "Last chance/ Why's that? You dying of cancer or something?" He tried to laugh and lighten the mood but her story had touched some protective instinct deep inside of him that had been raging like a wild fire across the West Texas brush since the moment that Tight Fittin' walked in.

She shook her head and giggled nervously, "Nothing that bad. Just that we are thinking about starting a family and..." Her fingers tightened nervously around the neck of the bottle as she looked down, "Well, I know cheatin' wives is a favorite subject for country songs, but it isn't something I ever thought I would do." She looked up and met his gaze almost like a shy little girl, "I take vows seriously especially where children are involved." She looked down at the table once more, "It is just that this fantasy won't leave me. Every time he touches me, it is like something wild inside of me wants to break free. Some tiger or something."

A tiger in tight fittin' jeans, Chad chuckled at the image. It just about summed up the lady sitting so close to him. "Well, little lady, I ain't makin' no promises but how about we dance the night way and you live out at that much of your fantasy." His fingers gripped her chin and he lifted her face until their eyes met, "For tonight, consider yourself this good old boy's girl."

He was a fool. A damned crazy ass fool. He cursed himself as he lowered his face slowly to press his lips against her soft ones. The kiss was gentle. Not quite what you would give a little sister as it was full on the lips. It was more like what you would give a goddess whom you worshipped, someone you knew was so far out of your league. Someone you could never have. 

But Chad did have this fantasy as they drank, danced and laughed until the bar closed early the next morning. He walked her outside. "You shouldn't drive," he mumbled, not knowing what to say or do now that the fantasy was coming to an end. 

She shook her blonde head and smiled as she reached into her purse and pulled out a keycard, "I thought of that already. I checked into the motel across the street before I came here."

Was it his imagination or was she as nervous and uncertain as he was at the moment. Of course, being a real cowboy and gentleman there was only one thing he could do. "I'll walk you back there then. It ain't safe for a lady to walk alone this late at night."

She nodded and slipped her arm inside his. They walked across the busy highway in silence. Battles as bad as any that Chad had seen over there waged between his head and his heart. He should say good night and leave before it was too late, before things got out of control, before it was too late, he decided as they stopped in front of a door. 

She looked down at her boots for a long moment. Chad tried to gather the strength to walk away. To say good bye to what he knew would be the best thing that ever happened to him. "Come in," she whispered. Chad thought he must have heard her wrong. But as she lifted her beatific face, he saw the tears swimming in those blue eyes once more as she whispered, "Please."

For the rest of his life Chad would replay every single moment of that night. He had taken the keycard from her trembling fingers and opened the door. Some romantic silliness had egged him into scooping her into his arms and carrying her through the doorway like a bride on her wedding night. She had wrapped those tiny arms about his shoulders and held tight as he lowered her to bed. She had tightened them, drawing him closer to her. Then she had pressed those soft lips to his once more and all sanity had fled. 

Clothes had been thrown about the dingy room in their haste to be skin against skin. The first time was rushed. The whole night had been foreplay and both of them were consumed with a burning need and passion. He had almost come the moment he was inside her tight cunt. But his little trick of replacing her face with his drill sergeant's from boot camp had kept him from embarrassing himself until the little lady reached her peak. They had collapsed in one another's arms and dozed for a bit.

But it was the second time in the middle of the night when he had awoken to her astraddle his hard cock, lowering herself slowly onto it. The neon lights that drifted through a crack in the curtains bathed her soft skin as surly as the candle light that this woman deserved. She had ridden him then. Like a cowgirl at the Livestock Show and Rodeo she had ridden him like a prize pony. She had put him through all the loops around the barrels. She had ridden him hard into the home stretch. Until she cried out like that tiger they had spoken of earlier. She had collapsed forward onto his chest and into his arms after they had both come.

They had woken twice more that night as if some demon reminded them both that the sands of the hourglass were slipping away. This fantasy would end for both of them with the first rays of morning light. But for this one night a cowboy held a lady...and she could be just a good old boy's girl.

***

Chad never knew what possessed him to look at the society page of the paper that morning. Sure, it was just laying there on the table as he slid into the booth of his favorite dinner near the bar. He had thought he would rifle through it until he found the sports section. But when he picked it up that familiar smile greeted him.

Except this one was not genuine. There was no light in those blue eyes that appeared a dull shade of grey of the grainy photograph. Some demon, the one that had haunted his dreams for months, drove him to read the article beneath it. His chest tightened as hope, what little he had ever had died. He knew her name now. And he knew too that she and her husband were expecting a baby. 

He remembered her words that night as he flagged down a waitress and ordered hot, black coffee. He wished he had a bottle of whiskey to pour into it. But he knew that all the whiskey in the world would not erase the memory of his tiger in tight fittin' jeans.

He lifted his cup of coffee just as you might a glass of champagne, "You still a lady to me," he whispered to the first rays of the morning light as he remembered how he had awoken alone that morning. But for one night he had held more woman than most men ever see. The night he held a lady wearing tight fittin' jeans.



Tight Fittin' Jeans



She got up and went to the kitchen for more beer.  She pulled me down on the big bear rug in front of the fireplace and we sat close together looking at the fire.  She took my hand, rubbed the calluses, and kissed my knuckles.

"Bill never said anything about the baby but I'm sure he knew it wasn't his.  I wanted to tell you about Melody but I was so confused -- it was a hard time for me.  Melody was born on Christmas Eve, by the way.  Bill came home one night, told me he had found someone he thought would be better for him.  It was strange; he was quite detached about it.  He offered me a good settlement, but hell, I've got twice the money he has from a trust from my grandfather.  He wanted the house because of the prestige and because it had been in his family for several generations.

"I moved back to Boston with my mom; she was pretty good about it.  Sorry, Jake, Melody is not a Texan.  She was born in Massachusetts." She laughed at this and continued," After the baby was born I was wrapped up with her for a while … then I started thinking about you.  I guess I was afraid of rushing into another bad marriage.  Then I just had to know if the magic of that night was real.  I was afraid I might have over-glamorized it into something it wasn't.  That was what the last trip was about.  I just knew it would work out okay, but, still … anyway it was magic and, if you'll have this city girl, I'm yours!"

I didn't answer.  I put the empty bottles away and we loved on the soft rug in front of the fireplace.  Later the baby started crying and Laura slipped away.  She came back a few minutes later and asked where the bedroom was.  I led her and we crawled into what had been a big lonely bed for me for so long.  This time we made love with a slow, sleepy touch and fell asleep still coupled, the bed no longer lonely.


THE DAYS OF HAPPINESS

She and Melody stayed on at the ranch with me.  She had several more suitcases in the trunk and a van bought the rest her belongings a couple of weeks later.   She loved the ranch and the three of us settled in comfortably.  The daughter of a neighbor would sit for Melody so we could go out once a week or so. 

We married a few months later.  Her mom and dad came from Boston and some of her friends came from Dallas.  We were wed at a church in Big Springs and had the reception at The Stampede.  Jody Nix provided the music and a good time was had by all.  I hadn't known I had that many friends.  Over two hundred people showed up, including my ex.  

Dixie had separated from the lawyer and cried a little when she saw Melody in her little white dress with the pink trim.  She was a good soldier about it though and I gave her a hug and told her she would find the right person.

Before the wedding, Laura and I had a talk about her money.  I told her I didn't care one way or the other -- to me it was just a tool and if she could do things with it that made her happy … well, great!  I had no problem with having a wife with a smile on her face.

We bought a couple of nearby ranches and a farm.  I hired a manager and turned the operation over to him.  He lived in the house on one of the new ranches.  I'd known his wife all my life and we all got on well.  I switched from cows to horses for the home ranch.  Laura got interested in miniature horses and we bred them for show.  They were sure a hit for the kids.

We remodeled, expanded and modernized our ranch house but kept its essential character.  I put up a couple barns and a workshop where I could go and putter around.  We hired a cook/housekeeper and a nanny -- that worked out well and allowed us to keep going down to Jody's place.  We had a lot of fun with that and Laura, of course, became very popular.  

Melody is showing all the signs of being the classic beauty her mother is - for sure a lot of boys will hear music in their heads when she is around.  Jake Jr. is now five and Travis three and they keep their mom slim chasing them around the ranch.  We will have the money to let them make their own choices in life … and I was comfortable with that.

Laura was still wearing her jeans but now they were mostly Lee's or Levi's.  Status just wasn't important to her.  And, yeah, she still looks damn good in those tight fitting jeans!



Tight Fitting Jeans



I was setting at the bar of my favorite hangout just drinking a beer and looking at the mirror behind the bar. I just happened to look it the door in the mirror when the most beautiful girl I had every seen come though the door. 

She seemed a little nervous and looked all around the place. I could tell she wasn't looking for any one particularly but just looking the place over. 

Even though she had on a pair of faded tight jeans with a cowboy shirt that had pearl looking snap button down the front and on the two pockets I know she was use to wearing finer cloths that jeans. These looked like they and be faded on purpose. 

The shirt was as tight as her jeans and there was gap between each snap that showed skin. The space between the top two buttons was so wide that I could see her cleavage and part of her round and slightly over size tits. You sure as hell couldn't have put anything in the shirt pockets, Her breasts had them pushed out so far. 

I wandered why she headed straight toward me when I realized the tool beside me was the only empty stool or chair in the place. 

I took a swig of beer just as she got to the stool and asked, "anyone setting here?" I said, "No honey I've been saving it just for you", and leaned over so she could get on the stool. 

She smiled at me and said, "Thanks for saving me a stool cowboy", as straddled the stool. 

I said, "I know a beautiful lady like you is use to something better than beer but I would consider it a honor if you would let me buy you a beer." 

She looked me in the face and smile, "Why think you, that would be nice of you cowboy." 

I said, "you look like a Bud lite woman, you sure couldn't drink regular beer and fit in those jeans." 

She said, "a Bud lite would be fine."

I yelled at Joe the bartender to bring the lady a Bud lite. Joe brought the beer but no glass. I said, "I know you don't see high class ladies like this in this dump but this lady don't drinks from a bottle bring her a glass."

She tuned the bottle up when the beer was hitting the bottom of the glass and making lots of foam. I took the bottle and the glass from her and said, "I knew you don't drink beer", and pour the beer down the side of the glass so it wouldn't foam.

I said, "See, If you tilt the glass a little and pour down the side it won't make a lot of foam. You don't like lots of foam do you?" 

She just smiled and took a couple of gulps from the glass and then made a face that told me she didn't dring beer at home and hadn't developed a taste for it. 

I said, "It don't have the taste of fine wine but it give you the same effect." 

She asked, "What affects do you mean."

I said, "Loosens you up, lets the true you come out, your feeling and desire come out." She drank the rest of that glass and poured the rest of the bottle in the glass like I had showed her. 

As we both continued to drink our beers she said, "You think you know a lot about women don't you?" 

"I sort of have a hobby of figuring out people and I'm very seldom wrong", I replied, and finished off my beer. She finished off hers too and I ordered another round. 

We were drinking our third beer when she said, "Tell me what you think about me." 

I said, "Let's dance and I'll tell you while wer're dancing."

As we were going to the dance floor she said, "You don't look like the dancing type." I grinned and said, "I am if those are steel toed booth you have on." 

We both laughed as I put my arm behind her and pulled her close. We two stepped all round the floor and I though in a couple of fancy steps. 

We were both feeling good after having three or four beers and after I had twirled her and pulled her hard nipples against my body. She said, "Now tell me who and what I am."

I said, "You come from a rich family and married a man with lots of money and live in a big house. Really more of and estate with servants. Your husband isn't talking care of you in bed and you have been planing for a long time to come down and see why us plain folks seem to have so much fun on Saturday night." 

She didn't answer and the band stopped playing and we went back to the bar and had a couple more beers. We both went to the restroom and by the time we go back the band was playing again. We when back to the dance floor and I held her even closer than the last time. 

I asked, "Am I close?" She said, "I don't see how we could be any closer." I laughed and said, "How close was I about you?" 

She just said, "You are a pretty good judge of women." 

I let my hand slip down on her firm round ass and rubbed her pubic area against my thigh and said, "And I will tell you something else. There is a hot wet pussy inside those tight jeans that wants a hard dick in it." 

She just smiled and said, "You're close but instead of a wet pussy down there, there's a hot hungry tiger that bits off hard dick that tries to go in it's mouth." 

I smiled and said, "I'm willing to bet that tiger wouldn't bit my dick if I put it in its warm wet mouth." 

She surprised me when she asked, "Where can we go to find out?" 

I smiled and said, "Joe has rooms back at the back that he rent by the hour." 

She said, "That don't seem to appealing to use a room that you know someone else has just got though fucking in. The bed would probably still be warm and covered with cum and pussy juices. I saw a pretty nice motel down the street. If they have a room I spring for a nicer clean room."

I said, "Honey you don't have to worried about that, I'd buy the hole damm motel just to get inside those jeans. You want another beer before we find out if that tiger bits or not?"

She smiled up at me and said slurred voice, "I don't think so, you might have to let me lean on you to get out of here." 

We left and when down the street. As we were staggering more than waking I said, "I need a name to call you even if it phony, I can't keep calling you rich lady." 

She said, "just call me Anne and I'll call you John and I hope you are a Big John", and laughed.

I check in to the motel under a phoney name.

The clerk asked,"You going us that room all night?" I smiled at Anne and said, "If I have my way we will." 

When we got to the room Anne just looked around for a few second and then she flopped on the bed, "Dam that beer get to you faster than wine."

I got on top of her and kissed her deep and wet and one by one unsnapped the pearl looking button. Anne put her arms around me and kissed me back as I kneaded her firm but soft breasts. Her nipple was already long and hard as I tweaked them between my fingers. 

I moved down and sucked her round but firm breast and then latched on to her long pink nipple and sucked it and circled it with my tongue.

Anne said, "A tit man hun? I just love to have my tits sucked, make that tiger want to jump out of my jeans." 

Anne hunched her pussy against my hard dick, which was still inside my jeans. 

I finally got off of her and set her up and took her shirt off. Anne laid back and I pulled her boots of and then worked her tight jeans passed her hips and down her legs. She raised her ass and I slipped her black lace panties under her ass and down her legs.

I cupped her hot wet pussy and ran a finger in her hole, "See, that tiger didn't bit my finger", and laughed. Anne said, "It's waiting for a bigger piece of meat", and smiled back. 

The smile left her face when I flicked her clit with my stiff tongue. Anne gasped loudly and arched her back and her hands went to the back of my head. 

Her little pink bud protruded enough I could get my lips around it and suck it.

Anne screamed, "OH MY GOD, most men don't even know where a girls clit is, but you went right to it. OH god yes you've got it, that it, suck it, oh god suck my clit."

I really didn't have much choice, she had my face buried between her soft full lip and was pressing my lip against her clit hard. 

She had her feet on the bed and hunched her pussy up and down my face screaming, huffing and gasping for air. She was filling my nose with her woman juices as she bucked so hard my nose was going in her very wet pussy and I was having trouble breath.

She quit moving and gasp, "Dam cowboy, you sure know how to get a girl off fast. That will sober a Cowgirl up in a hurry. It was so good but it isn't my favorite way to get off. I prefer a long hard dick in my pussy when I cum." 

I stood up and started taking my shirt off when she sat up and she said, "Oh no, I get to under dress you." 

Anne staggered to her feet and I took her place on the bed. She pulled my boots off and had to yank really hard to get my jeans off, even though I raised my ass to help her. 

She unsnapped my boxer and my hard dick sprung free. Anne said, "Hum, what a nice one", and she took my cock in her hand. "I just knew you would have a BIG JOHN that like to explore caves", as she licked and sucked the head of my dick and squeezed my shaft. 

I gasped loudly as Anne kept sucking me and circling my head with her tongue, then she deep throated me. I gasped loudly and said, "Oh my god Anne, you're going to get me off before I can feed that tiger."

She said, "I would want that to happen as she pulled my boxers off and crawled on top of me. She kissed me deep as she guided my hard dick in her wet hot hole, "Oh god that feels so good. You're so big I almost virgin again", she said as she took more and more of my cock inside her. 

"Oh god yes", she gasped and she raised and lowered her ass slowly on my hard cock. Her pussy as tight but she was so wet I slipped in and out of her pussy each. 

Anne gasped, "I haven't had one that big inside me since I was in college", as she road my dick hard and faster and move her pussy forward on the down stroke to stimulate her clit. "Oh god I'm gone to cum. I thought I was to drunk to cum again that fast. "Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes, god it fell so good to cum, Old god yes, Oh god yes", she gasped. 

I don't know how I kept from cumming except I had had about three more beers than she had. God her pussy was tight, wet and hot and milked my dick unmercifully. Her husband must not have a big dick as tight as her pussy was around my cock. 

Anne finally slowed down and took my cock in and out slow and deep. I asked, "How about a little dogie now?" Anne said, "Sounds good to me", and crawled off of me and got on her hands and knees and said, "Ram that big cock in this little heifer." 

I got behind her and pulled the cheek of her ass apart. God her lips were so full and wet from her on juice. I guided my cock inside her slick hot hole and took her hips in my hands. I ran my cock in her slow and deep for several minutes and she gasped each time I hunched her. 

I took her tits in my hands and kneaded them and pinched her nipples hard as I rammed my cock in and out of her hot pussy like a jackhammer. 

Anne gasped, "I want to cum again so bad but I can't.

I rolled her over on her back and put her legs over my shoulders. I guided my dick in her again and came down in her hard and fast. I had he knees spread so wide that my cock head was banging her cervix each time I came down deep inside her. 

Anne didn't scream this time but I knew she was cumming again when she started hunching me back and gasping, "Oh shit, Oh shit yes". 

I gasped, "Time to give the tiger cub some cream", as I shot massive stream of cum deep inside her hot wet pussy. "OH, OH, God yes, give my little tiger lots of hot cream", she gasped as she hunched her pussy up to me. 

I shot my last blast deep inside her and waited for her to finish her orgasm but she kept fucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. The next think I knew she had me on my back without my dick even falling out of her hot wet pussy and kept running the full length of you cock in and out. Dam, she was having either one long orgasm or several satisfying ones. 

Even though her tits were firm and round they were flopping up in down in front of my face. I grabbed them and pinched her nipples hard, which made her fuck my dick just that much harder and faster. 

Even though my dick felt so good inside her hot wet tight pussy I know it wouldn't be long before I started gone soft. I just hoped she finished before my cock fell out of her pussy. 

Anne collapsed on top of me and put her arms around my neck with my soft cock still inside her, "Oh God that was so good. I've never had a man to get me off twice or is that the third time in one night. Hell I don't know, who give a shit just as long as the fucking is good", she gasped as she tried to catch her breath. 

I was still kneaded her breasts softy when I replied, "All my pleasure tiger lady. I'm just sorry I went soft." Anne snickered and said, "Even soft, you are bigger than my husband's little peanut size dick. My tiger must have like you, he didn't bit you dick did he"? 

I smiled back at her and said, "He didn't bit but he sure squeezed my meat tight and slobbered all over it." Anne said, "I told you that it has been a long time since he's had meat that big in his little mouth." 

Anne rolled off of me and asked what time it was. I look at my watch as said "Almost two thirty. Do you have to be home at any certain time?" 

Anne said, "I should be home before the maid get there. I messed up my bed before I left like I had sleep in it just incase I didn't. We have plenty of time to let you feed the tiger again." 

I said, "It will be a while before I can feed your tiger again, why don't we go get something to eat?"

Anne took my cum covered dick in her hand and played with it as she said, "Naw , food might sober me up and I feel so damm good right now. I need to go pee and get your cum out of my pussy. When I get back I'll get your meat ready for my tiger again. I'm and expert at getting a man hard again." 

I relieved my self after she did and we both crawled back in to bed. She rolled over with her tits on my chest and her face over mine with a pleasant smile on her face, "I might forget to tell you later so I just do it now. I want you to know that you have fulfilled all this cow girls dreams. I'll probably never get the change to wear these tight fitting jeans again but I'll always remember the wonderful time we had at the bar dancing and drinking beer and the wonderful way you feed my tiger in this room."

I kneaded the side of her soft breasts and ran my thumbs around her nipples as I replied, "If Conway Twitty hadn't already written the song Tight Fitting Jeans I would swear he had followed us around tonight and written the song about us and this night. God, you are some find lady to be in bed." 

Anne smiled and moved the full length of her body over mine and moved her public hair over my limp dick and said, "This night isn't over yet." 

She smiled and then slid down without her eyes ever leaving mine and took my dick in her mouth, just sucking and circling my head with her tongue. I gasped as she sucked me harder and took more of my dick in her mouth. It wasn't long before I was fully hard again but she kept take me deeper in her mouth and kneading my balls. 

I was watching her so see what she was doing to make my dick feel so good and she was looking up at me and smiling expect when she had my dick down her throat. 

I really gasp when she started taking my dick down her throat so deep that she licked my balls with her tongue. I gasped, "Dam, girl where did you lean to do that?" Anne stopped sucking me long enough to look up at me and said, "A girl learns more in college than what is in the books", and went back to deep throating me again. 

I pulled her up off my cock and was going to roll her on her back, but when we were on our sides she threw a leg over my hip and guided my cock inside her hot wet pussy. She hugged me tight and said, "Slow and deep cowboy, make it last for ever." 

I moved my hands to her round full ass and squeezed her cheeks as I ran the full length of my cock slowly in and out of her hot wet pussy. I bowed my back and sucked as much of one of her breasts in my mouth. I would let it slip out and then raked my teeth over her hard nipple in rhythm with my dick going in and out of her hot pussy. 

Anne gasped, "I didn't think there is any way I'm going to cum again but if you keep sucking my tits I just might." 

I tried to keep the sucking and fucking slow but she wasn't having any of that, she was to close to the edge. Anne speeded up and hunched back when I went deep inside her, "OH God I'm so close Oh god I'm close but I just can't, ha ha,ha, God dam I just can't I want cum so bad, It feel so good all over when I cum but I can't", she gasped. 

I pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and circled her asshole with my index finger. Anne gasped louder and hunched me harder. I ran the tip of my finger in her asshole and she started taking my cock in and out of her pussy harder and faster. I ran my finger in her ass up to the knuckle. Anne screamed and her ass was moving so fast I could hardly keep my finger in her ass, "Ohhhh, Ohh god, Oh God yes." 

She raised the leg that was over me and grabbed my ass, pushing my cock in her so deep that I could feel my head hitting her cervix. 

I had brought several women to climax with the old finger in the ass trick but none of them had an orgasm as intense as Anne was having. She was hunching me so hard I thought my balls might go in her pussy along with my dick. 

She gradually slowed down and I took my finger out of her ass but she keep taking my cock in and out of her very wet and hot pussy. "Oh my god I though sure I had died and gone to heaven", she gasped as her tits heaved against my chest and her pussy was still milking my cock. 

I rolled her on her back with my cock still inside her and pumped her slowly while she got her breath back. 

I was on my elbows over her and looking down in to her smiling and contented face when she asked what time it was. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and said, "Just a little after four." 

Anne said, "I've got to good, the sun will be coming up by the time I get dressed and you take me back to my car." 

I said, "I know and I hate to see this night end, you're some find lady, the best pussy I've ever had." 

Anne smiled back and took my face in her hands and pulled me down and kissed me soft and tenderly, "I came down here tonight to play out a fantasy that I have dreamed of for years. I really didn't have any hopes of my fantasy playing out any were close to my dream. I didn't think I would have any trouble of finding some man to fuck me, but ever part of my dream came true thanks to you. You're some find cowboy." 

I said, Hell Anne, I'm far from a cowboy, I work on the assembly at GM. I've never been out west except when I was a kid." 

Anne chuckled and said, "You're my cowboy, you are the cowboy in my dream. You showed me a good time at the bar and then you brought me up to this room and fucked me so good and in so many ways. Even in my dream I didn't cum so many time and in so meanly different positions. I'll have to teach my husband the finger in the asshole trick when I want to cum", and smiled real big.

I pulled out of Anne and my cock was still hard as rock. Anne noticed how hard I was and said, "It's shame to waist something like that, but I really have to go."

I said, "Yea it sure would be, If you have fifteen more minutes I have a position that I guarantee you'll get off one last time and I can empty this thing so it will go down." 

Anne smiled and say even if I am late getting home it sound to interesting to pass up, take me in that special position but there is no way I'm going to cum again." 

I moved her to where her head was on the edged of the bed and then stood up and lowered her until her head was on the carpet and her ass even with the top of the mattress. 

She smiled real big and said, "Your cock isn't long enough to fuck me from way up there." 




Tight Fitting Jeans



I smiled back and stepped off the bed with a leg on each side of her and spread her legs wide apart. I bent my dick down until my head was lined up with her hole. I guide my head in her still wet hot pussy and then put my hands on her thighs to keep her legs wide apart. 

Anne said just before I rammed my cock down in her pussy, "What is so special about this?" She didn't have to wait long to find out as I ran the full length of my dick in and out of her pussy. I had never failed to get a girl off at least once and most time she had multiple orgasms. I really thing a woman has a G sport and it is on the front of their vagina just behind their clit. It's the pressure of my dick trying to spring back up that really rubs the front of their vagina hard. 

I hadn't run my cock in her more than three times before she started to gasp. 

The more I plunged my cock down in her pussy the wider her eyes got and her mouth flew open, "Oh god yes, oh god yes" and then there was a long squeal. Anne would stop make sounds except for her gasping for air and then start up again. She was either having multiple climaxes or one very long one as she keep screaming and gasping as I ran my cock in and out of her vertical pussy. 

If finally couldn't how my cum any more and pulled out of her steamy pussy and squatted down to were my cock head was inches from her face. I whacked my shaft hard and fast and covered her face and tits with more cum that I though I was capable of putting out. 

I pushed her butt on the carpet and let her lay out straight, she was having trouble breathing in the U shape I had her in while I was fucking her. 

Anne finally got enough air in he lungs to ask, "Why did you cum in my face and on my tits? I've only seen them to that in porn moves."

I said, "I think my head was in you womb and if I had fired with it in there I would have sprayed you ovaries with cum and even a birth control pill wouldn't have stop you from getting pregnant.

Anne smiled and said it was sort of sexy, I haven't tasted cum since a bastard came in my mouth when I was in college. Yours tasted much better than his", and smiled a loving smile.

As Anne went to the bathroom to wash my cum off her face she said, "I really should take a shower, if any one get within a mile of me they will know I've been fucked all night. 

We dressed and I really enjoy seeing her wiggle in to her tight jeans and try to tuck her shirttail in. She had to push them back down and pull her shirttail down and wiggle in to them again. 

We left the motel and waked back to Joe's bar with our arms around each other's waist smiling at each other. 

I waked her to her car and we kissed one last time deep but soft. I said as she started the car, "I you ever have another fantasy and need a partner to play it out with, you can find me at Joe's bar most every night."

Anne said, "Don't be surprise if I show up some night", and drove away. 



Tight Jeans



The nasty talk starting a dozen years after we were married—when we were at a church picnic no less. I was wearing a pair of jeans right out of the dryer, so they happened to be tight and clingy. My husband Carl told me he overheard two of his friends talking about how much they admired my rear end--only he used a three-letter word for it, a word he knew I didn't like. When I asked him not to use that language, he told me he was just quoting Raymond and Larry—both of whom were at the picnic with their wives, by the way. 

And did Carl warn those men not to dishonor his wife with their coarse—supposedly "harmless and flattering"--comments? Oh no. In fact, Carl laughed and started talking dirty to me himself. "It's time to overcome your bourgeois sensitivities about the allure of tits and ass" was exactly what he told me. That was the start of this campaign of his to make me "appreciate" myself "through a dude's eyes." 

To his credit, Carl didn't use dirty language in front of our daughters. And he would stop if I really got upset when he used words like T and A, but he kept telling me that no matter how conservatively I dressed, I still was the sexiest-looking woman he knew. "I would like you to be thrilled when you see some stranger admiring you," he said. "It's about time for you to love the fact that men automatically salivate when they admire the hot curves of your body."

Eventually I got so tired of Carl's dirty talk that I told my friend and tennis partner Marge how uncomfortable I was with my husband's comments. If I hoped she would give me some hints on how to shut him up, I was disappointed. "Face it, sweetie: deep down inside, all men are pigs," she said. "I found that out driving a cab in college. If I had been willing to go along with the propositions from half of my male customers, I could have owned my own cab company by now. Carl is right, Melanie; you should relax and let yourself be flattered that he thinks of you as his own Penthouse centerfold. Has he told you he would like to watch you have sex with another man?" 

"Oh my God, no. Is that next?" 

"Wouldn't be surprised. A lot of men have those fantasies."

I didn't ask how she knew that. If she meant her own husband, I didn't want to hear. "How can you say that so casually, Marge?" I asked her. "We go to the same church, remember? Whatever happened to believing that your body is your temple?"

"Yeah, well," she answered, "just be grateful that you're not the one who needs to lose ten pounds to get back her hot-looking temple." 

That was not what I wanted to hear. I felt so betrayed by Marge that I found myself skipping several of our tennis dates. And my relationship with Carl seemed wounded in a scary way that I couldn't pin down. We both knew something was missing. I tried filling that void by volunteering to chair the church picnic committee. 

Our new pastor Phil was our former choir leader. Phil insisted on serving as an ordinary worker on the picnic committee because he said he had a conviction that pastoring meant more than "preaching at the congregation." Apparently he got that message across, because I found plenty of other women, but not Marge, showing up for that year's first meeting of the committee. When young athletic-looking Pastor Phil also volunteered to be the first target to get wet in the dunk tank we always rent for our picnics, I was the only one who didn't clap and cheer. He obviously made it his job to notice my glum demeanor, because he came up to me at the end of the meeting. "Is there something weighing on your spirit, Melanie?" he asked. "If so, I'm here to listen." And perhaps give me some useful counsel? I followed him into his office and sat down.

"Now tell me what's upsetting you," he said. 

That was not exactly easy to do. I felt humiliated at the thought of telling our pastor, a man ten years younger than my own husband, the perverted things Carl had been saying to me. But I managed to stammer out that I wished my husband could simply appreciate that I keep my body in healthy shape.

"He doesn't give you that praise?"

"No, he does. In his way, I suppose. But..."

"Not often enough? Not convincingly?"

I blurted out what Carl had told me the two guys said at the last church picnic, and what Marge had said about all men being pigs. "Is she right about that?" I asked.

"Pigs? No," Phil replied with a quick laugh. "At least I hope I can say we're not."

But in the silence that followed, the notion hovered between us of all men being sex-crazed. Including Carl. Including Phil himself. 

For some reason that thought made me notice that my skirt was hiked up several inches above my knees. when I quickly uncrossed my legs and pressed my knees together, Phil looked away awkwardly. My breath caught suddenly and a powerful sensation surged through my body.

"Perhaps it would be good if I met with you and Carl together," he said.

I nodded. We both stood up quickly. I turned and left.

Carl seemed a little shocked that I had confided anything about our marriage to Pastor Phil, and told me he was not at all interested in "confessing or whatever" about our sex life. I was not surprised, since he only went to church occasionally—and only because I insisted that exposing our girls Tilly and Beth to religion was good for them. "Why not invite Phil for dinner?" he said. "That way we can discuss things without anybody forcing judgments on anybody else." 

I thanked Carl for being willing to talk with our pastor. Then I suddenly remembered Phil's embarrassment when I uncrossed my legs in his office. Once again that sensation surged through my body. 

"Look at you, you're blushing," Carl said.

"Am I?" I replied. "I guess I'm a kind of embarrassed about all this."

"I'm curious," Carl pressed on. "When you tell the pastor your version of our little problem, what are you going to say?"

I shrugged. "Maybe I will l will leave you two to talk while I do the dishes."

"Oh no." Carl shook his head slowly. He obviously could tell that there was something new going on with me, something that confounded my prudish discomfort with crude sex talk. "No escaping to the kitchen," he insisted. "If I have to give an honest account of my feelings, you will too."

"Honest account." Would that mean admitting my recent adulterous impulses and perhaps threaten my marriage? Somehow I intuited that what it really would mean was surrendering my scruples about frank sex talk.

That night I dreamed of being naked and writhing , with Phil's hands and mouth all over me. I woke with three of my fingers deeply probing my sloppy wet vagina. I climaxed quickly—loudly too, because I opened my eyes to find Carl awake and peering down at me. "Wow, what's going on with you," he said and immediately shoved my nightgown up above my breasts and began kissing my body. Soon his head was between my legs. Instead of trying to ward him off, I spread my legs wider to let his mouth consume my clitoris. Then, as I was just about to climax, he stopped.

"You want me to make you cum now, don't you," he said.

"Oh yes," I pleaded.

"Say what you want me to do."

"Just do me."

"Say it. Say fuck me. Go on, say it."

"Fuck me."

"With what?"

"Fuck me with your hard cock."

"Call me what you did when you were asleep. Say Fuck me, Phil."

"Carl, no. Don't make me."

"Say it." 

"Oh no."

Now Carl was on top of me, his cock lightly pressing against my clitoris.

"Whose cock did you dream about? It was Phil's, wasn't it? Say yes. I heard you, so go ahead, Melanie. Say it. Say yes."

"Yes."

"Ask for it. Say 'Fuck me, Phil'. Say it."

There was no escape. "Fuck me, Phil. Fuck me with your big hard cock."

"Yeah, baby." Carl's voice had an animal growl by then. He sounded more turned-on than I had ever heard him. Now he slowly pushed his rigid cock into me, one restrained inch at a time. "What woman has the nicest ass of all? Go ahead, tell me." 

"I do."

"How many men say so?" Carl started shoving his cock into me a little faster. "Tell me how many want to fuck you."

"All the men."

Say names. Say Phil, Raymond, Larry."

He was pounding me hard now, and I started coming again and again as the words spilled out of me. "Phil does, Raymond, yes, Larry, they all, oh yes, all the men, all of them want to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me." Then Carl's rigid penis jerked powerfully inside me as his orgasm exploded. Still he kept hammering me, as though he had to fill me with all those cocks, one after another.

It's months later now, and we still haven't invited Phil for dinner. However, as committee chair I will be very busy when it's time for the next church picnic. For instance, it will be my job to make sure there will be enough potato salad for several hundred people. But now that Marge has lost her ten pounds, at least two of us will be wearing tight jeans right out of the dryer. And we will have to flip a coin to see which one of us gets to hand a big towel to hunky young pastor Phil when he emerges all wet from the dunk tank.

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