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Lady in Red

By: ruralgoddess



Fiona had finished her apprenticeship and was now ready to find a sub of her own. She had learned well, and her teacher knew she would make a fine Mistress for a lucky slave or two. "Or maybe even three, with her appetite," he thought. He kissed Fiona's cheek and wished her well. He knew she would not have much time for him once she found her way, but he hoped she would still find time to share herself with him once in awhile. 

She was a beautiful woman and a most energetic lover, his equal in every way. He found it intriguing that no matter what he tried, she had never truly been submissive to him. She had gone through the motions at first, but when he had gotten a new slave and let Fiona take charge of her he had seen her true calling. She was meant to be the one in control.

Fiona went to a club her teacher had taken her to several times. He had wanted to expose her to some of the public scene, but he wanted her entrance to this side of society to be a surprise so he'd always had her shield herself with hats and veils. Others just assumed he'd had a new slave and was not ready to show her off yet. 

She dressed just as he had suggested--all in red; her long legs clad in thigh high boots, latex mini shorts that snugly clung to her fine, trim ass, and a soft, supple leather halter that hugged her ample breasts to perfection. She wore a belt wound crisscrossed around her hips, and her hands and wrists were clad in red, mesh finger less gloves, showing off her red fingernails. With her vivid blue eyes and shoulder length brunette hair, she made a stunning picture, she knew. 

Everyone noticed when Fiona walked into the club. Her bearing was that of a confident woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. No one had ever seen her before, or at least they did not realize they had, but doms and subs alike all wished they could be hers, if just for a moment. 

Fiona absorbed the atmosphere of the place, noticing all the different patrons. The array of costumes was amazing. as many different displays as there were personalities. There were also as many varying degrees of dress and undress as Fiona looked around her.

There was a woman bound to the rack near the back of the club, stripped to her bra and panties and being whipped. As the man whipping her handed the instrument of torture to her master with a nod and a few words, Fiona approached him. "What did your slave do to deserve such a whipping?" she asked the unfortunate girl's master. 

"She let another man fondle her breasts and kiss her." he replied as he laid another "whack" to her buttocks. The woman on the rack gasped and shuddered.

"Surely you don't mind sharing her now and then," Fiona answered.

"I don't mind at all when I'm asked," he replied, "but I do insist that I am asked first. This is to remind her who she belongs to." 

He administered another "whack" to his slave and then turned back to Fiona. "I don't recall seeing you here before, but I recognize that look in your eyes. Would you like to lend an assist?" He handed her the flogger he had been using. "Consider it my welcome gift to you." Fiona took the flogger and hefted it in her hand for a moment, then asked if he minded if she used her own. He smiled and nodded. "Go ahead."

She quickly whipped her belt off and held it in her hand. She took a step forward and without hesitation swung the belt. She knew that by acting without hesitation she would affirm her position. It was very satisfying to see the woman on the rack jump and hear her cry out as the belt struck her ass. Again Fiona swung and watched the woman react as the sting of the belt found her. 

She smiled at the woman's master and wrapped the belt back around herself. "Thank you, that was most satisfying." she said to him as she stepped back out of the way. "But I don't want to take advantage of your hospitality. And I would like to mingle with the rest of the patrons as well. I am currently looking for a new sub and was told this was a good place to start looking." "I'm sure we'll see each other again," the man said. "My name is Max. I am well known here, so if you need anything, please feel free to call on me. I will be glad to assist you."

"My name is Fiona," she replied and held out her hand. He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it. He smiled at her and let her hand go, then turned back to the still unnamed woman bound there. Fiona heard him ask the woman if she knew who she was yet.

Fiona smiled and walked away to look around the rest of the club. She stayed in the club's main area now and then watching the entertainment, but mainly watching the other patrons. She noticed a couple of men and a woman sitting together talking in a corner. None of them appeared to be the dominant type, she thought as she looked them over carefully. 

"I would take them all three and handle them all," she thought for a brief moment before knowing she could not. After all, this would be the first time taking a sub of her very own, and she wanted to make sure there were no mistakes. 

She walked over to the three. She said nothing, just stood there staring at them all, waiting for one of them to speak. Finally one of the men spoke. "May I get you anything, Mistress?" he asked. She looked into his eyes. 

"Yes," she clipped at him. "You could start by giving me a chair. Preferably yours. You may kneel beside it."

Both men rose and offered her their chair. She took the chair she had asked for. She told the second man, "Since you have risen without being asked, obviously you do not need one either. You may kneel beside my chair as well."

It was a rush to see both men quickly comply to her orders. "Maybe I could take two of them anyway," she thought. 

The other woman at the table was staring at Fiona in awe. Her eyes were drinking in every inch of her magnificent body and powerful persona. "You wish to ask me something?" Fiona inquired gently.

"Yes," the woman blushed and dropped her gaze. "I was wondering if you were looking for a female slave. I think you are beautiful and I would be honored to serve you."

This was getting better and better! Fiona had been thinking she would be lucky to even meet someone tonight, and here she had three people volunteering to submit to her desires already! No, it was too risky, she battled with herself. She knew it would be hard enough establishing a proper bond with just one of them. It would be impossible to develop the trust required for a good match with all three of them at once!

"May I speak?" the man on her right asked.

"Please," Fiona laughed. "I have not declared myself your Mistress yet." 

"I am Roger, this is Doug and Lucy. We were all together in a beautiful relationship with one Master." he said. "We had all been together for over a year when suddenly our Master was killed in a car accident. We have been without an anchor for 2 months now, and there is not one Master or Mistress here who will take us on together. 

Won't you please consider us? We can tell you are an experienced Mistress who can understand just what we mean to each other. And we can promise we will delight you. Take some time with us. Let us show you how badly we need to serve. If you do not wish to remain our Mistress afterward, we will understand, or you may chose one or all of us if you wish."

Fiona could not resist such a plea. She answered him, "My name is Fiona. You may call me Mistress for tonight, anyway. Come with me now and we will see if you mean what you say." She stood and strode off to the rear of the club without looking back. The trio quickly followed behind her. After a quick conversation with the bouncer at the head of the hall, Fiona led the way to a large room. It contained everything necessary test the mettle of any slave, she thought. 

She turned to the three. "The first thing I require is that you be naked," she told them. "You will not wear clothes in my presence unless I tell you to. The second thing I require is that you shower. Do not ever wear any cologne or perfume in my presence unless I tell you to. Is this understood?"

Roger, Doug, and Lucy each answered, "Yes, Mistress," and walked to the shower in the back corner of the room. She watched them undress each other and step into the spray. They were all beautiful to watch as they soaped each other. She could see Roger and Doug on either side of Lucy, lathering her thoroughly. 

Fiona turned her attention to the rest of the room. She decided to keep things simple. She wouldn't need much tonight, the table over on one side would be fine to start. She licked her lips envisioning the rest of the evening. She selected a small vibrating plug for Lucy and turned back to the shower. The three were toweling each other off. "Good." she thought. "They don't waste time.

The three of them rejoined Fiona as soon as they were dry. She noticed both men had an erection already. "Good." she noted as she inspected them. "I see you don't have a problem being ready when needed." She wrapped her hands around each of their cocks and stroked them a couple of times, noting how they got harder with her touch. Both men were nicely built, their cocks about seven inches long and pleasantly thick. She smiled.

She walked around behind them and caressed each of the three asses presented to her. She slid her hand between Lucy's legs and delicately probed her folds. She smiled again when she found wetness there, and brought her fingers to her lips and tasted. 

"Mmmm..." she purred in Lucy's ear. "You taste good. I'm going to lick your pussy so good for you. And if you cum really nicely for me, I'll let you have some nice hard cock." She felt the shiver that ran up Lucy's spine at her words. 

"Get up on the table and kneel facing me," she told Lucy. "Now spread your legs."

Fiona turned to Doug and Roger. "Get her nice and wet for me."

She watched as they played with Lucy, working her nipples into hardened points. They both sucked her nipples while they fondled and stroked her pussy inside and out. Then they began to take turns licking and sucking at her clit while the other kept busy at her breasts, making sure her nipples got plenty of attention. Soon Lucy began moaning, and Fiona could see how wet she was getting. 

"Stop." she gave the command, and the men instantly stopped what they were doing and turned to her. Fiona put her hand between Lucy's legs and slid her fingers into her wetness. She spread her lips with her fingers and inserted the plug to get it nice and wet. Then she pulled it out and began sliding it back and forth from her pussy to her ass. 

"Bend over," she told Lucy. Lucy turned and bent way over, her ass spread for all to see. Fiona pushed the plug against Lucy's tight little hole until it began to slide in. She pushed it in and out, working it further in each time. Lucy began to moan as the plug worked further in. Fiona gave one final push and it popped in all the way. She turned it on and watched as Lucy shuddered with the vibration.

"Now turn back around and stand up," Fiona directed her. Lucy stood up with her legs spread, the plug vibrating nicely in her ass. "I'm going to lick your pussy," she told Lucy, licking her lips. "Doug and Roger are going to takes turns licking mine. I'm going to make you cum, but don't cum before I do. If you do, you can be sure you'll be punished." 

Fiona turned to the two men. "You two can take turns licking my pussy. The other can lick my ass while he waits his turn. If you please me, I'll make sure you get what you deserve." She quickly unzipped the hidden zippers on both sides of her shorts and whisked the pieces away. Her pussy was neatly trimmed with just a small triangle of hair remaining. 

Both men smiled, and instantly went to their knees. "Yes, Mistress." they said in unison. Fiona smiled, too. They had all been well trained. All they needed was someone to look after them.

She turned and stood in front of the table, her attention focusing on Lucy. She had very little hair on her pussy, most of it shaved bare, except a small strip just above her clit. Fiona made a mental note to tell Lucy to shave it all off. She loved the look of a totally bare puss, just wouldn't remove the last patch of hers. She had once, at her old master's request, but had not enjoyed it at all, probably because it had been at someone else's desire.

Fiona leaned in just a little to run her tongue up Lucy's wet slit. She could have moved the table so it would be positioned under a bar Lucy could have grabbed for support, but Fiona had purposely left the table where it was. Lucy would have nothing to hold onto, except her Mistress, if she dared. She ran her tongue back down between Lucy's slightly swollen lips, and felt the woman shudder. Fiona shuddered herself at the feel of the two men against her ass and pussy. They began working their tongues expertly against her, seeking all those places they knew would feel so very good.

Fiona felt a sudden rush, a powerful feeling, knowing all three of the other people in the room with her were dedicated to fulfilling her desires. She could feel her pussy getting very wet under Roger's tongue. He was licking her clit with light, quick strokes, alternating them with plunging his tongue deeply into her and thrusting it in and out. 

Doug had started by licking up and down the crack of her ass and now was rimming her so nicely. The two men seemed to work as a team, instinctively knowing when and where to move to please her the most.

Fiona slid her own tongue back down between Lucy's wet, swollen lips, and along the little ridge of flesh to her ass. She could feel the plug vibrating in Lucy's ass, and the wetness it was creating in her. She slid her tongue back up to her clit and began to flick her tongue over her, lightly teasing. 

"Oh Mistress!" Lucy moaned, pressing her pussy just a little closer to Fiona's mouth. Fiona could feel her own well-tended clit swelling, her ass tingling.

Roger and Doug chose that moment to trade places, so quickly and smoothly Fiona hardly felt the break at all. Roger slid his tongue right into her ass and began fucking her with it as Doug began licking and sucking at her clit. She could feel her muscles tightening, her body building toward an incredible orgasm.

She kept her tongue working back and forth over Lucy's throbbing clit, then reached up and started wiggling the plug humming in Lucy's ass gently back and forth. Lucy cried out, "Oh, Mistress! Please... I'm trying to wait for you!" Fiona knew Lucy was about to cum, but so was she, and she had no intention of stopping. If Lucy could hold out long enough Fiona would not have to think of a punishment for her, but if she could not, Fiona knew she would have no problem finding suitable punishment they might all end up enjoying.

Doug was diving his tongue straight down into the core of Fiona's clit, pushing hard against her as Roger slid his tongue in and out of her ass. Fiona continued to lick at Lucy and wiggle the plug, moving it in a circular motion. Lucy groaned and tried to pull back, but Fiona pushed against the plug and Lucy moved forward against her. 

"Please, Mistress! I can't help it!" she cried out and she began bucking against Fiona's face. She sucked Lucy's clit hard, and grabbed her ass with both hands to hold her firmly against her as she rocked with orgasm. 

The sensations in Fiona's own body finally overcame her and she began to spasm hard. The two men continued their tongue work on her until at last Fiona pulled her mouth from between Lucy's soaked thighs and told them to stop. She told them to stand up. Their cocks were swollen and dripping pre cum. Her lips were covered with Lucy's cum.

"You look like you enjoyed it." she smiled at them. Now if you will clean my face, I will let you both cum." They instantly began to lick her face clean, their cocks rubbing against her. She had to punish Lucy somehow for cumming first. She decided what that would be, then pushed the men away from her. She told the men to go to Lucy and they could have her pussy and her mouth to fuck, but to not cum until she told them to. "Just tell me when you're getting close," she told them.

She watched as the men pulled Lucy to the end of the table and Roger began fucking her pussy. He thrust quickly inside her and began pounding her hard right away. She wrapped her legs around his neck as he kept slamming his hard cock into her. Doug watched Roger fuck Lucy for a minute, then he climbed up on the table and straddled her chest. He put his cock up to her lips and she sucked him in and began bobbing her head back and forth, taking more and more of him.

Fiona watched the two men use Lucy. She reached over and turned the plug in Lucy's ass up on high. Lucy jumped and then continued to shove back against Roger as she kept sucking hard on Doug. They were both thrusting their cocks into her relentlessly, and she could see Lucy struggling to keep up with both of them. Roger slid a hand around and began rubbing at Lucy's clit. She began moaning around Doug's cock as he kept it sliding fast and hard into her mouth.

Roger was the first to speak. "I'm close, Mistress, very close." 

"I am almost there, Mistress," Doug spoke up. "Almost..." he groaned.

"Then I want you both to stop fucking her and shoot your cum all over her face," Fiona told them. "Lucy, if you'd like to keep rubbing your clit, you may."

She watched the three. Doug withdrew his cock from Lucy's mouth and wrapped his hand around it, pumping it hard. Roger pulled out of her dripping pussy and walked over to the side of the table, his fingers stroking up and down his hardness. Lucy reached down and began rubbing her clit in quick little circles, her hips moving up and down slightly as she humped against the vibrating plug. Almost at the same exact time the men groaned and their cum shot out, little globs landing all over Lucy's face. She cried out as her own orgasm hit, her body spasming and shuddering under Doug. 

They came away from the table after a few minutes. Fiona told them they had done well, and she was pleased with all of them. "Then you will take all three of us?" Roger asked.

"Yes," Fiona smiled at them. "I believe that would work very well."

"Then we have something to tell you," Roger continued. When our Master died, he had left one fourth of his estate, including his home, to each of us. The other one fourth of his estate was to be given to whoever our new Master or Mistress turned out to be. If you stay with us for a year, it will be yours."

"Then let's go home," Fiona replied. She couldn't wait to see what else was in store with these three.

Lady In Red



You remember what it was like in high school right?

You worked so hard for just one fuck, but everything was always so awkward. Most high school girls put up a fight for every little feel. You'd spend so much time and money romancing a girl and then all you got at the end of the evening was a good night kiss. How many nights did you spend jerking off thinking about some goddess who sat two rows ahead of you in math class, who teased you mercilessly on date, but who wouldn't ever close the deal?

Of course some guys were luckier than others.

While the chess club only got to beat their meat for four years, the jocks usually could always score off one of the more obliging cheerleaders or maybe one of the preppy wannabe sluts. You know the type: some hot little bitch that couldn't wait to get your pants down and suck you off as long as you were on one of the sports teams. But even that usually only amounted to a blowjob. Maybe she'd jerk you off after practice. Sweaty nights in the backs of cars were few and far between.

Whatever you got though: kiss, suck or fuck, you'd still made the most out of it, bragging about some lay to the rest of your posse, trying to one up their own 'adventures'.

Most of those girls I knew in high school were worried about their reputations. But there were enough exceptions to fill my dance card during those years. I remember this one time with a girl up against the wall behind the bleachers in the gym, she was tight, but hell, you know what I mean, man. Even now, as many times as I got laid in high school, I still get hard just thinking about all that unused snatch.

Then I went to college!

That was a whole other story altogether.

It seemed like once you got to college, women were just lining up. There were no more of those stuck up, uptight, frigid types either. These women were smart, beautiful members of the sexual revolution. This was the real world.

You'd cross the quad, flash a handsome smile, and it didn't seem like you had to do anything more than snap your fingers at them before you'd be in their beds in no time. Hell, you didn't even have to ask. These chicks would come up to you and give you their numbers! And the best part? They didn't expect you to make any pretense of love either.

Those were the days!

Those were the nights.

And one of those nights was one I remember from a little bash that was thrown by my fraternity to celebrate some college event.

It'd been quite a party and there were quite a few people there. I made my rounds, it was expected.

Then I saw her.

I'd seen this girl around.

She was fine. You'd never forget that face. Or that ass.

She was a little Latina filly in a red dress that was so high, and so low, it showed off just about enough to make you crazy. She had long, black hair and a deep tan on her smooth skin. I kept seeing her all night. First at the bar, then in the kitchen, and finally on the dance floor.

My buddy Doug said her name was Theresa. But she went by Resa for short.

I could tell she was into me.

She had to be because she kept running into me! I wasn't even trying to make it happen. On the dance floor she came right up to me and ground her ass against my package.

She had to know what she was doing to me. But I couldn't seem to get her alone for five seconds. She was more slippery than a greased weasel.

Late in the evening the party started to wind down a bit, but Resa and I still hadn't managed to connect at all, despite sharing some very close encounters. I figured she was trying to avoid direct contact with me enough to keep my curiosity going strong. And by that point my curiosity wasn't all that was going strong, if you know what I mean.

After I had lost track of her for awhile for the third time after grinding with her on the dance floor, I decided to head upstairs to see what was going on. My frat had a den upstairs in the house where we could smoke and hang out. There were a group of people in there playing drinking games. Seems like most everyone else in the house had started hooking up by then or had given up and gone home.

I hadn't really been playing the scene like I would have been if Resa hadn't attracted so much of my attention. So I was getting pretty horny and would be more than a little pissed if I missed out on getting laid because of some phantom vision in a red dress.

But there she was in the den.

She was giving my frat brother, Doug, the biggest, longest, wettest kiss I'd seen in a while. There was plenty of tongue action going on and everyone was cheering them.

I felt an irrational pang of jealousy.

"Five minutes, man!" Jamie, my other frat brother and former roommate, told him. "Hey, dude, come up for air already!"

There were three girls and four guys in the room. I already mentioned Jamie and Doug. Another of my brothers who was there was Kelly the Red, so named because of his flaming red hair. The fourth guy I didn't know at the time, but whose name I later learned was Ian.

The girls were Resa, Amy and Brenda. I knew Amy and Brenda. They were two sorority sisters from a neighboring house. I hadn't fucked them before, but I'd always wondered what it might be like. I called them the titty sisters, for the very obvious reason that they both had two of the biggest pairs I've seen outside of porn magazines.

It turned out that Ian was Brenda's boyfriend from back home.

With no better prospects, I decided to join them. Turns out they were playing spin the bottle. Whoever spun the empty bottle had to take a drink from another very full bottle of beer and whoever the empty bottle landed on had to pull a dare from the hat, perform it, and then take their turn to spin.

Doug took his drink and then spun the bottle. It landed on Ian. Ian pulled out a slip of paper that said he had to take off his shirt, which he did with about as much show as he could manage. He made a big deal out of it and the girls made a lot of noise. Ian took a drink. It was pretty obvious that we were all more than a little drunk. Ian spun the bottle pretty hard and it landed on Resa. The slip of paper said she had to give him a lap dance. I held my breath for a minute.

At least whoever had come up with these dares had put a little thought into them, made them interesting.

Resa was a consummate performer.

She started moving real slow and sexy like and there wasn't even any music playing. She gave him a thorough going over. I couldn't get a real good view, but Doug was into it. He and Kelly kept nudging each other. It was obvious that Ian was hard.

I looked over at Brenda, but she was just getting into the action too, enjoying the show.

Brenda was giving Ian these sexy, longing looks, and making little playful gestures with her tongue. When Resa finally finished she got up nonchalantly and took her swig and spun the bottle. I had started eyeing Brenda and didn't even realize at first that the bottle had landed on me.

"Hey man, pay attention," said Kelly as he gave me a playful punch in the arm.

After realizing what had happened, I reached into the hat and took out a piece of paper.

"It says: Spend seven minutes in heaven with the person who spun the bottle," I read.

Doug started to laugh! And Jamie hollered.

"Dude, fuck yeah, lucky bastard! You can use the closet," Kelly said, motioning to the door across the room.

I looked up at Resa. She only waited a second to get to her feet, heading for the closet. She gave me this come hither look. I just grinned and looked at the guys.

"See you in seven minutes," I said, as the catcalls followed me to the closet.

Resa opened the door to the closet, and then went inside. I followed her and shut the door behind me. The light was dim, but I could see well enough.

"Well hurry up," she said smugly, "We're on the clock."

I got on my knees immediately and slid my hands up behind her long luscious thighs, pulling up her dress. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her pussy was beautifully shaved. It doesn't get any better than this, I thought, as I moved my lips to her pussy and started licking and sucking, moving my tongue over every nook and cranny. Man, she was getting so wet and heat emanated from her body in waves. I could feel her warmth on my face and her musky smell was all over the enclosed space.

I set to work on her nether regions with a vengeance and she started moaning loudly. Man, it was so hot! I just wanted more and more of the taste of her. I could hear the muffled cheering from outside. Resa was very worked up and she came suddenly. There just was no other word to describe the onslaught from her pussy. She arched her back and held my face to her pussy as she finished.

I stood up when she was done and pulled her dress up and over her head, so that all she had on was a lacy black bra. I expertly moved my hand to her back to undo the clasp.

She was feeling the same urgency I was and she moved her hands over my chest and down my back, groping to get under my shirt. She quickly had the buttons undone and my chest naked. I had taken my hand and started cupping and stroking her gorgeous breast as I moved my tongue down to suck on her nipple. Her moans got louder. My breathing got heavier. The noise outside increased.

I can't imagine what everyone else outside was thinking. Resa and I were so busy we were knocking stuff around everywhere without a care. I knew I had to have her and my cock felt like steel.

Her hands were all over me. I reached behind her to cup her ass, pulling her close.

"Oh, your muscles," she sighed, feeling me, a sense of urgency in her voice, "You ... are ... so ... hard ... all ... over."

"Darlin," I groaned in turn, "I wanna fuck you."

"Oh," she moaned, "Go ahead. I want you right now."

I quickly pulled my emergency condom out of my wallet, which along with two others I kept for situations like this as she reached down to help me with my belt. Once it was loose my jeans fell to the floor. I pushed my boxers down too. I still had on my shoes, but I was in way too big a hurry to worry about them and get my jeans all the way off. I slipped the condom on.

I grabbing her firmly by her ass and lifted her up to take better advantage of the situation. Using the back wall of the closet to pin her up against, and to keep my balance, I positioned her over my throbbing dick.

"I hope you're ready for the big time darlin!" I said.

"Hurry up!" she said impatiently, "I've waited all night for that fucking cock!"

I didn't need a further invitation. I knew where her hole was and I slid her down my nearly ten inch flagpole, gravity doing most of the work for us. What a fucking salute! I needed a second just to catch my breath.

Her pussy gripped me like a vice, and with an intense heat. It was so velvety smooth. My animal lust kicked in and I started moving her up and down on my prick like there was no tomorrow. She had some incredible control and she really knew how to work the muscles in her cunt. Her tits were crushed against my chest, and I could feel her hard nipples imprinted on my chest.

"Come on baby," she whispered in my ear, "Fuck me harder."

I didn't think I could get any harder! I was having trouble getting the leverage, and I was getting a workout just keeping her in the air.

Just then the closet door opened.

"Your seven minutes are up already!" I heard Kelly say.

I wasn't stopping for anyone. This Latina slut was going to get the ride of her life. 

"Man," I said to him, "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"

Kelly just laughed, "I can see that, man. I just thought maybe you two wanted to join the rest of us."

I turned my head to get a better look and realized that Kelly was standing there buck-ass naked.

"Well alright, man," I laughed, "We'll be with you in a minute!"

I kept pumping into Resa and she was in full swing. I think she was cumming again from the moist, wet feeling I felt on my balls. Her moans went into overdrive and her fingers gripped the muscles of my back. I thought now would be the time to finish the bitch off. I went into overdrive, from merely hard thrusting to the rhythm of a jack hammer. I was, as Jamie would have put it, like a hamster in heat.

Resa's pussy was flexing in response and her juices were now flooding down my balls to my thighs. Understandably as it is a pretty intense experience to be fucked by an almost ten inch dick.

"You ready for me to cum, bitch?" I snarled at her.

My balls were churning and I let loose, my cum squirting up in the condom buried deep inside her. I kept thrusting to make the most of the sensation.

And damn it all I think the bitch was even cumming again!

When I finally finished, I continued to hold her up for a minute as we kissed full on the mouth. Kissing after sex is so fucking hot. My dick had gotten softer and it pulled out of her as I lifted her up and off of me, setting her gently on the ground. I threw the used condom on the floor.

Resa smiled at me, gave me a sexy little flick of her tongue, and walked out of the closet into the den. I took a second to take off the rest of my clothes and followed her to see what was going on.

When I stepped outside I saw that Doug, Kelly and Jamie were all standing around Amy. And Amy was on her hands and knees giving Doug one hell of a blowjob. Kelly and Jamie were both holding their dicks, slowly stroking them. I turned my head and saw Ian on top of his girl Brenda, really nailing it to her on top of the couch. Resa didn't waste any time. She walked over to Jamie and pulled him to her by grabbing on to his pecker.

She got on her knees and started to suck him off.

"Hey, man," I called over to him, "You should try that hole, it's tight."

He just let his head fall back and said, "Oh, yeah, man."

I was more interested in Brenda at that point. My cock sprang back like it had a life of its own.

It had the right idea.

Ian had started to groan louder and in a couple seconds he came in his girl's pussy grunting.

He just stood there and I was feeling the need to fuck. I went over to him and muscled him off Brenda, his dick made a slurping sound as it was pulled out. He just looked at me stunned. Although we were the same height, my frame was much thicker than his, densely packed with muscle from eight intense years of working out. I made one tough looking customer and I knew he didn't want to mess with me. Looking down I surveyed his little dick and wondered how it kept a girl like Brenda satisfied.

"Hey pencil dick," I asked him, motioning to the armchair, "Why don't you go over there and amuse yourself?"

Turning back to Brenda, I said, "Are you ready for a little more action, darlin? Want to feel some real meat in your pussy?"

She smiled traitorously at me, "Bring it on stud!"

Ian didn't make a move.

I sat down on the couch and she got down on her knees right away and started sucking my dick.

I like a suck as much as the next guy, but I was in the mood for a little tighter, wetter action. I fucking love sloppy seconds. Maybe it's the fact that I'm a country boy at heart or that I was brought up to share. I just don't know, but I love used cunt. When I do a virgin, she always seems to have some pain taking all my nearly ten inches of big, thick dick. Find a used fuck hole and you never have any problems! Still feels tight, but goes in like a well oiled machine after a few strokes.

"Get on your knees bitch!" I ordered her.

Ian eyed me wearily.

"Give your boyfriend a blowjob," I told her.

Ian apparently didn't need any more excuse. He moved off that armchair so fast I thought I saw smoke. He was in front of her and soon she was sucking on his hardening dick.

"Okay, darlin, hold on!" I instructed Brenda.

I wanted her bareback, so that I could feel all that warm pussy juice and wet cum. I slid myself inside her damp, wet and waiting hole.

She was not as tight as Resa, but considering that she had just been fucked by Ian's little pencil dick, she was feeling none too bad around my cock. I was going to give her a good stretching to remember my passing.

Ian said to me, "Man, you know she's never fucked anyone but me before."

Strangely, however, he didn't seem too bothered anymore. Probably because his dick was in her mouth. I know it's been my experience that I'll agree to just about anything while I'm getting a blowjob. Ian was probably no different.

"There's a first time for everything," I told him, pulling out momentarily to survey my handiwork. "She's had the man, now it's time to have the legend."

"Quit talking," she told me, pausing for a second from servicing her boyfriend.

She was wet and still juicing, cum and pussy juice all mixing together. I pushed inside her again, my dick getting well oiled in the process. I slid in and out of her pussy a couple more times and decided to go all the way. Ian's cum had my dick really lubed, so I pulled out and positioned myself against the tender cheeks of her ass. My tip was wedged against the bud of her asshole.

In retrospect I probably could have been gentler, but with the amount of alcohol I drank that night I was feeling a little mean.

I pressed against her. The head of my cock felt so big and thick against her tight sphincter. I pressed and pressed and pressed and then I was in. I pushed some more and pushed and shoved, her whole body shaking, as I forced myself further into her. She opened her eyes in pain and surprise and tried to scream out but whatever came out was muffled around Ian's prick. And then my thighs were pressed fully against her ass, lost in my own masculine power, and feeling really, really big insider her really, really tight space.

I groaned and grunted, "Oh baby...you're so fucking tight!"

I needed to tell her. She deserved to know.

She was so tight that it was actually hurting slightly; her virgin ass was stretched like never before. I withdrew a bit and then suddenly pushed deeper. Then I withdrew, and thrust deeper, and deeper, and suddenly, my balls were slapping against her pussy. I was all the way in, filling her insides to the hilt, totally stuffing her.

Ian looked over at me and said, "Whoa, dude! You ass fucking her man? The bitch never let me do that before."

I just ignored him, lost in my own little world. I looked over to see Resa moving up and down on top of Jamie's dick. Amy meanwhile was servicing both Kelly and Doug in a classic double penetration: one filling up either end of her.

I began to thrust slowly, real slow, to get her used to it. Then I built up the tempo, and began to thrust faster and faster and faster. Within a few minutes I was pistoning in and out happily, balls slapping against her pussy, and she was pushing back on me!

"Yee haw!" I crowed, slapping her ass a few times.

It felt really good now. I began to stroke her pussy as I pumped into her, my thick fingers strumming her clit, playing with it. Brenda's pussy began to undulate in an orgasm. She came and came. I was more than obliging, playing with her, stimulating her to the best orgasm of her young life.

I could feel that little tingle in my balls telling me that I wasn't going to be too far behind her. As she continued cumming, in perfect timing, I came too. Our bodies tensed and shuddered together and we were locked for that moment. I felt so big inside her, and that sense of fullness just overwhelmed my senses. I pumped my load deep into her ass. Catching my breath, I shrank and pulled out from her gaping hole with a popping sound. Looking down, her asshole gaped open, but it slowly shank back to its usual size. She was panting around Ian's cock, as her sucking of him returned to a more leisurely pace.

This party was in full swing now.

I walked across the room, passing Resa, who was by now being nailed by both Kelly and Doug. I went up to Jamie who was fucking Amy's pussy. His eyes had that glazed look that told me he was nearly there, so I started to stroke my dick in anticipation.




Lady In Red



After a couple minutes he pulled out of her and said, "All yours man."

I didn't wait long to take up the invitation. I wanted to see if she was like I had imagined her to be. I knelt down over her and slipped into her waiting pussy. I pushed my dick forward with a gentle thrust of my hips and the pink lips of her horny pussy parted for me and allowed the head of my thick shaft inside. She had been so well lubed by Jamie, Kelly and Doug that it was pretty much like slipping on a satin glove. I let her silky, wet hole contain me as I moved in inch by inch, stroking in and out, slowly trying to get every bit of sensation out of her as I could.

"Man!" she groaned, arching her head back and closing her eyes.

I was in complete heaven; the top portion of my cock was engulfed in Amy's warm insides. I pushed harder, squeezing a full half of my dick inside her. Even as wet as she was, I had to stop as her tightness would not allow me in any further. She was that tight, and I was that big. She opened her eyes, looking up at me lustfully. Her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath. I felt her run both hands down my back until they locked onto my bare ass. She pulled me forward, needing more of me inside. I could feel my rod keep sliding a little further into her pussy, as it was slowly enveloped. 

"Oh, fuck!" she sighed, wriggling her pussy upwards, gobbling up the last of my dick.

I held myself inside her, grunting, relishing the sensation of my entire cock buried in her oven. She gently ran her toes up and down my legs. Her cunt was stretched to the limit!

I began to slowly slide my manhood in and out of her tightness, using long strokes. My lips were on hers, kissing her urgently as we made love. My tongue shot into her mouth as my shaft shot into her tunnel. As I moved in and out of her a little faster, her hands grabbed at my ass, urging me onward. 

She moaned into my mouth, an orgasm quickly rising within her. Her tongue shot eagerly into my mouth. I couldn't get enough of her. I could have given her my cock all damn night long!

I broke our kiss, holding myself up on my arms. Looking down between us, I saw my raised hips, and slid most of my dick out of her body. I could see my slick rod when I looked down between my legs. Her chest was heaving, breasts jiggling like some divine Venus.

Then I thrust hard, sliding my cock home.

She cried loudly. I began to drill into her, my long dick jabbing in and out of her needy hole as fast as I could manage. She was losing it; the sensations overwhelming me too. 

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she hollered, suddenly cumming, drenching my dick and the carpet.

I was really groaning. She raised her feet up into the air, prolonging the sensation as I hammered in and out of her helpless body. I looked down at her quivering flesh. Her eyebrows were raised in ecstasy, and her eyes were closed.

She was amazing!

I continued fucking her as she recovered from her incredible orgasm. But decided to catch her off guard and prolong our pleasure. I slipped my cock out of her soaking wet pussy with an audible slurping noise. 

Kneeling between her legs, I grabbed her head roughly, raising her into a seated position. My cock was an inch from her face, and Amy had no choice but to take it. She grabbed me and shoved me into her mouth, sliding her lips down my shaft hungrily. Her own pussy taste coated my dick. She slid her lips up and down sloppily, sucked loudly without missing a beat. 

I placed my hand underneath her chin and raised her head up. My cock popped out of her mouth and she looked up at me. I grabbed her by the shoulders and gently urged her onto her hands and knees. I intended to take her doggie style, but when I saw that beautiful ass sticking up at me, I couldn't help myself. I had to kiss it. 

I kissed her right cheek, and then kissed her left one. I began to lick and shower kisses all over her smooth white ass as she knelt helplessly before me. My lips trailed closer and closer to the crack of her ass, and my hands grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them. I spread her cheeks wide, exposing the swollen pink lips of her pussy to me. Then I buried my face in her gorgeous ass, my tongue sliding into her pussy again and again. I was staring right at her tight little asshole as my tongue tasted her delicious juices. 

Amy moaned. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, my hands still caressing her ass, spreading it as wide as I could. I loved looking at that tight little asshole, and the more I looked at it, the more I wanted it. 

Amy was still on her hands and knees, breasts hanging beneath her, panting as she felt me lap at her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and I could feel yet another orgasm begin to stir within her. I let my tongue leave her slit and slowly lick up the skin between her pussy and her asshole. My tongue slowly circled the rim of her asshole.

I kissed her pussy again, and she gasped. Then I slowly licked up the skin to her asshole and dipped my tongue inside. 

"Oh, Marc," she whispered, overcome by the sensation.

She was at my mercy, one hundred percent. I circled my tongue around just inside her asshole, my hands spreading her cheeks. I slid my tongue further into her ass, burying my face in her crack as I worshipped her beautiful body. 

I could take it no longer. I pulled my face back, giving her ass one more kiss before getting on my knees behind her. She was panting, her legs subtly opening wider as she anticipated being entered once more. 

I grabbed my fat cock in my hand and slapped her playfully on the ass with it. This may be the only time I would have the chance to do this with her, and I was taking full advantage of it! I slowly ran the head of my dick down the crack of her ass. She sucked in her breath when she felt my probing member touch the sensitive lips of her treasure. 

I rubbed it hard against her slit, up and down, up and down. Amy was squirming, unable to take much more.

"Put it in!" she whined.

How could I argue? I pushed forward, and the head of my cock forced the petals of her pussy wide open and I slipped inside. Amy was so wet that I sank my entire dick inside her in one hard thrust.

She cried out, arching her head back. I went in so deep! I had her hips in a tight grip, pressing my groin hard against her ass. I was relishing the feeling of having her warmth completely surrounding me. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned loudly, filling the room.

The rhythmic slapping noises filled the room as I slammed my long, fat cock deep inside her over and over. Her cheeks rippled with each impact as I fucked her as hard as I could. My hands gripped her hips hard, preventing her from being driven right through the wall. I was banging off the back of her cunt. At the same time, my balls felt so good slapping against her clit.

Our fucking had gotten the attention of the others as Kelly and Doug started cheering me on.

"Yeah, man," one of them said, "Fuck her harder!"

"Go, man, go!" said the other.

I smiled just as Amy moaned with another orgasm overtaking her. I continued fucking her mercilessly as she came all around me. Her tits were swinging back and forth to the rhythm.

I didn't think that I would last much longer if the current state of affairs continued. I would cum soon, and there was nothing I could do to put it off. Amy was just too incredible! I wanted to cum all over beautiful body.

I looked up at the guys and had an idea.

"Want a little four-way, guys?" I asked.

They looked at each other and then at me. I could see 'yes' written in their eyes.

I slid my long cock out of Amy's body and she found herself being flipped over helplessly in the air until she was on top of me. I lifted her up until the tip of my cock was barely in her, then I slammed her back down on me. Now she was slowly riding up and down on my python. But her pussy still held me deeply inside her tight cunt. I dug my fingers into the cheeks of her ass, which were sticky with her cum. Amy started playing with her tits as she rode me.

I felt someone's cock brush against my leg. I saw Jamie stroking his cock in one hand. Suddenly, in one quick jab he had pushed his cock deep in her ass. She gasped in response, her back arched and her beasts rose up towards the waiting hands of Doug. Jamie's strokes grew long and hard. Kelly appeared beside me and moved his mouth over her breast, sucking on her nipple. I brought my hand down towards her slit to play with her clit while my cock thrust inside her, getting into a rhythm with Jamie's. Kelly sucked and nibbled away at her like a hungry baby.

Doug climbed up over the fray and made her take his cock in her lips. I looked up to see his balls swinging free as his cock entered her mouth. Jamie finished his business and pulled dirty cock from her hole.

Suddenly in a flash Ian was there to finally get a taste of ass as he pressed his mushroom tip to her asshole and planted his engorged member deep into her ass next to my cock in her cunt. He began to wildly thrust, but after five strokes he was pumping his cum far inside her along with Jamie's.

"Oh, God," Amy moaned pulling away from Doug.

Sensing my opportunity, being the only person left inside her, I flipped her onto her back and thrust into her fast and deep. Her feet were bouncing off my ass as I pounded her into the floor. 

The men watched us as my ass flexed over and over again, forcing my cock deep inside her. Each pulling on his cock.

"Oh, God," I cried finally, "I'm gonna cum!"

I grunted a couple time, closed my eyes as my member glided in and out of her hungry pussy over and over again.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned, smiling up at me.

I could feel myself lose it and pulled out just in time to fire a long, thick stream of hot cum out the end of my cock all over her stomach and pussy. It dripped in thick ropes of white. I grunted as my dick twitched, unleashing the last few jets.

We were both out of breath.

Things got really hazy after that point.

Jamie, Ian and I sat around drinking beers for a while. Resa had left by that point and before the night was through Amy and Brenda got into a little lesbian action, to which Doug and I joined in at the end. It was like being trapped in some weird porn flick, seeing my frat brother Doug sitting on the couch, while Brenda eased herself up and down onto his dick. They were both facing me. Her eyes were closed, but Doug looked me right in the eye with this crooked little smile. All the while Amy was giving a good, hard ride.

Meanwhile, Ian had totally lightened up into a cool guy.

Finally in the early hours of the morning, I decided to go to bed. I hadn't sat around jerking off with another guy since I was twelve and discovered my brother's collection of dirty magazines.

I had had the sense to lock my room before the party started, so I didn't have to kick anyone out. When my head hit the pillow I was out.

I didn't remember anything else for some time...

But at some point I dreamt about something warm and wet down near my crotch. I imagined this girl named Sherry that I had meet at a party last weekend. We had gone back to her place and fucked, I think she was in my English Lit class. Oh, I was getting into this wet dream. When I reached down to give my boner a stroke, I felt silky hair instead. Half asleep I realized that the good feeling on my dick wasn't just a dream. I awoke fully and looked down. Some chick was going down on me while I was sleep! I grabbed her gently by her black hair and pulled her head up so that I could look into her eyes.

It was Resa.

She gave me a smile. She was so hot; I couldn't believe I'd only screwed her once last night. I pulled her up so I could kiss her mouth. I wanted to feel all over her body. I wanted to lick every inch of her flesh. My left hand moved gently down her back to cup her lovely ass. My right hand worked away at her tits, and I rolled her over so that I could get on top, my mouth moving to suck on her nipples. I rolled her over again and mounted her doggie style like the slut she was. I positioned my tool near her entrance and rubbed it around the engorged flesh, massaging her clit, making her really wet. She started rocking a little, trying to take me inside her. She moaned, and finally I slipped into heaven. She was still well greased from earlier, and I knew she had probably taken Jamie, Ian, Doug, and Kelly each at least once. Normal men might have been bothered by that, but it just turned me on knowing that it was my thick dick she'd come back for more of.

I rolled her over and lay on top of her, pressing my naked body against hers, my cock deep inside her. I cherished the feel of her hot pussy gripping my cock. We kissed passionately, loudly, as I began to slide in and out of her slowly. Our lips were smacking and we ere kissing frantically. She moaned into my mouth, running her hands up and down my broad back as I slid my long dick in and out of her hole. I broke the kiss and raised myself up on my arms. I began to fuck her harder, watching her tits jiggle beneath me. She closed her eyes and ran her legs along mine. The bed was loud and it was squeaking to our rhythm as my headboard thumped against the wall. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh!" she groaned rhythmically, almost drowned out by the loud squeaking of the bed.

It continued to squeak as I drove her into it with my thrusts. She stretched her legs above me, as I continued to piston in and out of her horny cunt. She cried, cumming hard, giving my neighbors a real show. Her wet pussy gripped my naked pole as I fucked her through an intense orgasm. 

Then I slid my thick dick out of her wet pussy and lay on my back. Resa was pretty quick to straddle me. She eagerly grabbed my long cock in her hand and jammed it into her accommodating pussy. She moaned as her hungry twat slid down my pole. 

I grabbed her beautiful ass and helped her bounce up and down on my shaft. Her tits were bouncing in front of my face and I let go of her ass and grabbed her tits. I sucked on her nipples as her pussy gobbled up my cock over and over again. My cock pulled her pink pussy lips out slightly, before shoving them back in, over and over again. She was gasping for breath. The bed was squeaking. 

I was totally enraptured and could no longer contain my lust. I rolled her onto her back and got between her legs, my dick found her pussy and she sucked me right back in. There was just something about this girl. Her lips found mine as I pounded her hard on the bed. She moaned into my mouth, raising her feet in the air. My bed springs were screeching loudly and pounding hard against the wall, drowning out all other sounds.

Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!

Then she was cumming again, moaning in my ear all the way. She was still so tight I wanted to last as long as possible, so for the longest time, whenever I felt myself cumming, I would pull out and wait for the urge to pass. We fucked slowly for minutes and minutes, until well over an hour had passed. But finally my fucking was reaching a crescendo and in a last fit of urgency, I couldn't wait any longer. I pounded her helplessly hard on her bed, jamming my entire cock into her vagina. I moaned cumming hard inside her. A steady river of hot semen shot into her defenseless pussy. After a few minutes, I pulled my dick out of her juicy hole. I held her tightly in my arms as we watched it soften together.

Some time later we fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I woke up in the afternoon she was long gone. I hadn't really expected her to stick around. It wasn't really my style and I don't really think it was hers either. I saw her only a couple times after that, but I never had a chance to get with her again.

I heard she transferred to another school.

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Copyright © 2001, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.



Lady in Red



The throaty grumble of the bike echoed off the brick walls of the bar as he pulled into the near empty parking lot. It appeared that the late hour and the earlier rain had chased all but the most faithful patrons back to their homes. Home was where he should be also but after a particularly rough work day all he wanted was to wash away his troubles in an ice cold beer.

Parking next to a cherry red Trans Am, he cut the bike’s engine, dropped the kickstand and dismounted. The leather of his jacket creaked as he paused to stretch out the weary muscles in his back before going into the bar.

Maybe a dozen patrons, mostly regulars who interrupted their drinking long enough to wave a greeting, sat in scattered groups around the cozy interior. The bartender reached down to get his beer and had it waiting for him on the long bar. 

Seated on a stool at the end of the bar was a woman he had never seen in this bar before. Waves of ebony hair drifted across her bare shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Dark, smoky eyes over a rich, sultry mouth gave her an exotic look and he idly wondered where she was from. With long, tanned legs that disappeared into a red dress so tight he was surprised she could breath and so short all of her charms would be exposed if she moved, she sat watching his reflection in the grimy mirror behind the bar. 

In a black leather jacket and snug fitting blue jeans, he looked slightly out of place in an uptown bar on a Thursday night. His brown hair was slightly longer than what was considered fashionable and curled over the collar of his denim shirt. The scent of night wind and faint musky aftershave completed the aura of the tall, dark stranger.

All in all, he was far more interesting than the other customers and when their eyes met in the reflection, she smiled. Putting down her drink, she uncrossed her long legs and walked over to the battered juke box in the corner. She could feel his eyes on her as she made her selection and, as the sounds of an old Righteous Brothers tune began its melody, she walked up to him and held out her hand. Her voice was soft and suggestive. “Dance with me.”

He looked at her, a crooked smile touching his lips. Dancing with her had not been the first thing to enter his mind but he was not about to pass up the opportunity to hold this beautiful woman in his arms. Taking her hand, he led he onto the wooden floor and pulled her gently to him. The first thing he noticed as they began to dance was the clean, sweet fragrance of her hair and warm smooth feel of her skin. With their bodies swaying to the music, he could feel the soft mounds of her breasts graze against his chest and the firm pressure of her hips close to his. He could feel his cock stir as his hand moved boldly down the silky material of her dress from her back to rest on her ass, knowing she wore nothing underneath. As the song ended, she looked up at him and lightly licked her red pouting lips then asked. “Show me your motorcycle?”

Taking her hand again, pausing only long enough to retrieve her purse from the bar, they walked out into the still night. The asphalt was still wet and the moon cast shimmering reflections in the puddles left behind by the rain. The only sounds were the occasional car on the distant highway and the clicking of her high heels. As they walked through the dark parking lot to his bike, she tossed her long hair back and breathed deep the moist air. In the dim light, her red dress appeared painted onto the full curves of her breasts and he ached to reach out and caress them.

She walked up to the bike and bent slightly to run her fingers over the supple leather seat as if it were the taut skin of a lover. The hem of her dress lifted ever so slightly, but from where he stood, he clearly see the creamy flesh of her ass and upper thighs.

Unable to resist any longer, he stepped close behind her and stroked his hand across her warm soft skin. He had half expected her to react in shock or anger. Instead, she merely rested her elbows on the leather seat and rocked her ass against his hand. Emboldened, he slid her dress up her hips to expose her to his touch. Reaching between her spread thighs, his fingers parted the soft pink lips of her pussy finding them moist and hot.

A soft purr escaped her mouth as his fingers slowly, deeply entered her. As one hand explored her wet depths, the other mover to her breasts and quickly freed them to the cool night air. Her hard nipples grazed against the palm of his hand and she moaned with delight. 

She arched her back and began to rock her pussy against his soaked hand. Hot and eager, she looked back at him. In a husky, desire laden voice she demanded “Fuck me. Now. Please.”

Shrugging out of his jacket, he quickly unbuckled his pants and freed his pulsing, hard cock. Sliding the purple head between her thighs, it was wet and slick in seconds. Grapping her hips, he lunged forward and impaled her pussy on his cock. She grunted as he filled her, suddenly, completely then began to fuck her in long, slow thrusts.

He gripped a handful of her dark hair and pulled her head back to kiss her ruby lips, their tongues meeting in a dance of pure lust. She groaned against his lips and he could feel her pussy clench and milk his thrusting cock. Like a velvet fist, her body demanded more. His fingers moved over her hard clit in rhythm with his cock and in seconds he felt her twist in orgasm. Her hot cum flooded over him and as her pussy convulsed around his cock, he had to smile at her abandon.

Leaning heavily on his bike, she stood with trembling legs awaiting his next move. His cock was still rock hard within her and she could hear the heavy panting of lust in each of his breaths. His hand moved over her ass and down to her dripping pussy. Getting his fingers slick with her cum, he moved back to the perfect pink bud of her ass, pressing gently until his wet finger slipped inside.

He heard her soft gasp and could feel the tight muscle clenching and relaxing. Slowly, carefully he teased her ass until she was ready to accept him then began pushing his cock into her. Inch by inch his hips pushed his cock into her tight hot ass until it was buried. Feeling her body clench around him was more than he could bear and he began to fuck her quickly, deeply. Their hips thudding together, they fucked as if the rest of the world ceased to exist. He could feel the hot cum swirling through his balls and sear up his cock into her ass. Their passions exploded through them in a blur of wet, salty, shuddering waves and leaving them trembling in their wake.

He stepped back from her and leaned heavily against his bike while the woman in red readjusted her dress. With a soft smile, she leaned over to him and kissed his lips lightly. Then, walking over to the Trans Am she opened the passenger door and got inside.

The big engine roared to life and, with a sharp squeal of tires, the Trans Am was gone.

With a puzzled scratch of his head, he put his jacket back on and wondered what the late movie tonight was.



Lady In Red



The Lady In Red (just for sex)

Friday night is my night out. I’m not married and I work hard all week. 9 to 5 is bullshit. It is more like 9 to 9 and sometimes 9 to 10 or 11. Then back home to bed. Sex is what I have only on the week ends. Friday and Saturday I go out. I hit the bars, gay and bi bars mostly. I’m bi. That way I can score twice as much as a normal person. Tonight I was looking for a woman. And I think I found her.

Betty was standing at the bar when I walked in. All I saw was her red dress. Not that her dress covered that much. Her face was okay. Betty was not a knock out but she was nice looking. I have seen her a few times but never bought her a drink. The dress was showing off her breasts. And she had a lot to show off. Down to her hips. Nice...... is all you could say. Then came her legs. And legs, and legs. Long , long legs. Her dress was more then half way up her thigh. I could see a garter belt and the stocking tops. Now I knew I had to buy her a drink. And more then one. I have a thing for legs. Not just any leg, but legs that make an ass out of them self’s. And Betty’s legs did just that. Many of nights I would think of her and wish that I could look at all of them. And I think tonight might be that night.

“May I buy you a drink”. I know that it is what all guys say. But then way try to act like I wasn’t? I sat next to her and just said it.

“Sure. I have been hoping that you would. I have seen you here a few times and was thinking that you didn’t like me. You do like me”? DID I!!!!!! 

“Give the lady a drink, I’ll have a coke. And yes I do like you”. We sat a talked for about an hour or so. Since this was a Bi bar and some straight people come in Betty just came out and asked. 

“Bob, are you straight, bi or gay”? The look on her face never changed. Looking right at her. And hoping that she would not leave. “I’m bi Betty. Is that okay with you? And if I may ask are you.......”?

“I’m bi very bi. And right now I would love to go for a ride with you. If that is okay with you”? Was it okay with me. I have been dying to get her in a car or alone for weeks. We downed or drinks and walked out. I had my small van with me and when I told her that we just jumped in. I has driving down Euclid coming up on E55 when I felt her had on my cock. I looked over at her and she just smiled. Her fingers found my zipper and down it came. Then I felt her hand looking for my cock. Her dress had come up to about 6” above her knee. Then I felt her fingers pulling me out. I just looked at her and then started to drive once more. 

“I have a thing about jacking-off guys as they drive. I find it so sexy. The way it feels. The look on your face as I do it. Would you like me to stop”? Stop fuck no I thought. But then I could not say that. But I thought why not.

“Fuck no. Just do what ever pleases you. I might even run my hand up your dress and finger you as you .... say jacking me off”. I put my hand on Betty’s knee and started to move up. Her other hand went on top of my hand.

“Just hold on. I started this and I make the rules. Just drive and let me watch as I ...... jack-you-off. I do get off doing this. Okay”? All I could do was nod my head. Her hand felt great. I have had a few hand jobs and this broad could jack a cock. Her head was on my chest and was looking down watching as she jacked me off. I could hear her breathing. I could see her breast raise and fall. I knew that she loved doing this. Faster and then slower. Hard and then soft. Her fingers knew just what to do. I was going to cum. Betty started to jack me off faster. Then just when I thought I was going to cum she stopped. 

“You like this, don’t you? The feeling of my hand. Should I let you cum? In my hand? In my mouth? On my tits? Maybe on my face? What would you like? Pull over and tell Betty”. Pull over I did so fast I thought I would fall out the door. When I came to a lot I pulled in found a space to park. We both got into the back. Betty had my pants down and off by the time I was sitting down. She was kneeling in front of me. Her hand back on my cock. Now using both her hands. One was jacking-me-off. The other found my balls. She cupped my balls in one hand and started to squeeze, pull and turn them. With my right hand I unbuttoned her dress. All I could see was tit. She must be 38 DD or bigger. I put one in my hand and felt her nipple. As Betty squeezed my balls I pinched her nipple. It was like a game. 

“So you would like to cum on my tits? Or is.........”. She never got it out. I felt her squeeze and I knew I was going to cum. 

“Betty. I would like to cum here”. I reached down and put my hand between her legs. I love your legs and I would like to cum right between them. I have thought of this all night”. That was a lie. I have thought of it since I first saw her. But why tell her that. Betty’s tits were out of her bra. I could see to large breast’s. I moved my hand down lower. Hoping to feel her.

“First...... You have to tell me. Man or woman”? Then it hit me. She could be a he. Is that why she asked if I was bi. Or is she a she and is just looking to see if I wanted a she-male. Or is she a she-male thinking I might like a woman. WHAT THE FUCK. Now I hand to think. And think fast. What should I say.

“I’ll let you look and then you tell me. I’ll pull my dress up and my panties down........ some. And then you tell me. If you are right we go on. If you are wrong. You pay....................... the price. Deal”?

Betty’s hands pulled her dress up. Her panties came down. But just to the top of what might be her pussy.

“No hair. I like that. Smooth. That way when I kiss and suck I can feel just your skin. My I feel some”? I knew she would say no. But what the fuck.

“Put your hands on the side of my hips. That is all you can feel”. As she said that she let go of her panties. But just for a quick second I could see her....................... YES Now I know. My hands went to her hips. Then I felt her raise up. I went to pull them down. A smile on my face. She never knew that I saw the top of her pussy. She had it shaved and I saw a small opening. As I pulled her panties down I looked at her face.

“I know..... Your a woman. But man or woman I would suck you dry. Now I get to suck your cunt and finger it. And then if your lucky I might let you sit on my cock. Now show me”.

Her panties came down and I saw the top of her. What . Not pussy lips. Just a opening. But it looked like a pussy. Then it came into view. A cock. Tucked under her. Pulled back by a cock holder. What I saw was just a..................

“Wrong. Now you pay. Jack-me -off as I jack-you-off”. Her hand went back to jacking me off. I took hold of her cock. About 7” and started to jack her off as well. Faster and faster. We both knew what we wanted. To make the other one cum first. 

“Do it. Faster. Harder. Make me cum. The one that cum’s first has to suck the other one off”. Now that is what I need to hear. I was jacking her off but not that fast. All I could think of was sucking her cock. The thought of sucking her as she wore that dress. In her garter belt and stockings. So I thought I would let her win. 

“So you would like to suck my cock? I knew it. You like to suck cock? Then do it. just ask me”. 

“May I suck your cock? Let me kneel in front of you and feel your cock in my mouth. Feel it as you fuck my face. Please let me please you”. We changed and now she was sitting and I was the one kneeling in front of her. Her hands now on my face. I took hold of her cock and licked the tip. I looked up into her eyes and felt her pull my face down. Down till I felt her cock on my lips. Now I was going to show this bitch that I knew how to suck a cock. One that was in panties garter belt and stocking. One that had a pair of tits on top. I could feel her shaved cock going in. Then out, back in, out back in , more and more of her went into my mouth. I could feel her soft skin. The smooth skin slide into my mouth. The soft head rubbing my tongue sliding down my throat. It was hard but I took it all. Soon I could feel her soft smooth balls hitting my chin. I pulled back up and felt it slide out of my mouth. I swallowed and took her back in. I could hear her breathing hard. I knew that it felt good. I always loved when someone would do a deep throat on me. And this one I was going to deep throat. I took it all back in. I looked up at her. Betty’s eyes were looking right at me. The look on her face told me she liked what I was doing. I felt her move and I knew that she was trying to get in a spot that she could face fuck me in. I let her lead. I let her put me in the place that would give her the most pleasure. I was half kneeling and half sitting. Betty was now in a spot that she could do what she wanted. 

“You like this don’t you? You like sucking my cock. You like to look up and see a woman but feel her cock fuck your mouth. This is not what you thought it would be. But I know when I saw you. I knew you would please me. Now I’m going to fuck your face. Fuck you till the cows come home”. With that I felt Betty start moving. Her hips shot forward and the she pulled them back. Her hands holding my face in one spot. Then I felt it going back in and then pulling out. Soon it was in out, in out, in out. Now I know way woman like to suck a cock. It is the feeling you get when it is going in and out, in and out. I felt her balls slapping my chin. I could feel her move faster and harder. Tears came to my eyes. My mouth was full. But some how she got more in it. 

“Open your mouth. I’m going to cum and I want to see it shoot out and land on your tongue. I want to see your eyes light up when I cum. I want to see it come on and in your mouth. Now...... Open now”.

Betty jacked-off her cock and I open my mouth. This was what I was looking for. The feeling of her shooting on me and in me. I looked up at her and then down at her cock. I could see her jacking off and then I felt the first shot. Right into my mouth, then one more. A long rope of a shot. Then she held her cock. It filled up and then she let go. One more shot hit my face. Then she just jacked off all over my face. A long cum shot on my face. She shot about a shot glass full. It was dripping off my face. I took my hand a got some. I licked it off and then I felt her push her cock back into my mouth. I sucked about two more shots out of her. I was looking into her eyes as I did. Her eyes never left my eyes. 

I looked at her....... All of her. Her face. Her eyes. They looked like she was crying. The top of her dress was open. I could see her breast over her bra. The way I pulled her bra down. Her breast looked bigger. Down I went. Her garter belt and her panties. I could see her panties pulled down so her cock was sticking out the top. Her legs open so I could kneel. I took her once more into my mouth and sucked till she was soft. 

“Betty. At first I thought ...... But then now I’m glad that you are a............... I hope that we can do this.......”. I was just looking up at her. 

“Bob, I think I would like to spend the night with you. I think you need to fuck me so you and.............

And I did. Feel free to e-mail and let me know what you think of Betty. A nice looking lady. But what a cock.



Lady in Red



Alex hated this hour, this intervening hour. He wished they could get it out of the way at once – but Mrs. Hague insisted on an hour of carols, an hour’s break, and then a further hour. He didn’t even get paid for the hour inbetween, or any food – not normally at least. That’s why this time Alex decided he was fed up of this gig, and was going to go join the party. He accompanied this choir quite often, and had got to know some of the guys quite well. They couldn’t believe it when he got up to leave the old kitchen where they were penned for the break. They were riling him up about getting caught, but Alex knew secretly they were just jealous; they had to wear silly cassocks and would never be able to mingle – the time had come to take his chances.

With some trepidation he made his way down the hall, but a couple were wandering behind him, so he had to stroll nonchalantly out into the main room. There must have been a hundred, maybe more, people there, all talking in excited voices. It was the run up to Christmas, and there were only a few more working days left – the mulled wine was lowering inhibitions all around. The heat in the room was almost unbearable, everyone was glazed in a layer of sweat. Alex had played these carols hundreds of times before, and knew them by heart, which left him time to gaze around the room. There were plenty of girls at the party; Mrs. Hague might be getting a bit long in the tooth, but she was a fine woman in her day, and still liked to be surrounded by beautiful people. The finest reds and golds were out in force tonight, all the dresses were festive, quite a feast for his eyes. But one stuck out, and his gaze now fixed upon it across the room. The dress was quite unremarkable when compared to some that were present; plain, short and red. It was the perfect amber legs and arms protruding from it which held him transfixed. He had to move in order to gain a better view, but was it well worth it. This girl was something special, deep brown hair fell about her long neck onto her shoulders and her eyes sparkled as she laughed, surrounded by three men competing for her attention. As she turned, she caught Alex’s eye and held it for a moment before moving to talk to somebody else. Alex could do nothing but stare, bedazzled.

The gaze was dropped in angst; Alex heard the unmistakably grating strains of Mrs. Hague behind him, and dived into the nearest doorway. He stood rigidly pressed against the wall, but soon was chuckling at himself, after all, why would anyone come in this darkened room during a party. To his relief, Mrs. Hague’s voice moved to the far side of the other room, still piercing through the crowd. Brain decided he’d probably be best off going back to the kitchens and facing the ridicule of the other musicians, rather than take the risk of being caught. He was so desperate to get another glimpse of the girl in the red dress again, but then he could always watch out for her while he was playing. He was just about to slip back into the corridor when, as his eyes grew accustomed to the light, he made out the unmistakable shape of a grand piano in the far corner of the room. In the other room he had been playing an upright, incongruously placed by the doorway; a horrid instrument with no tone. This looked to be something quite different.

Alex walked over to this piano; afraid to turn on the light, he instead drew back the curtain and let a small pool of moonlight fall upon the instrument. A Steinway, and from the carvings on the lid it was an early model, worth hundreds of thousands. As for the sound; he knew the tone would be amazing. It was rare he even got a chance to see an instrument like this, let alone play one. He told himself he would just tinkle a little, and should he get caught, he could just claim he was practising. He threw his jacket on a chair, pulled back the stool and adjusted it slightly. His fingers tentatively stroked the keys, the ivory absorbing the sweat from his fingertips. Nervously he played a few notes, and even quietly the tone was fabulous. He might never again have the chance to play such a wonderful instrument and started, very slowly, to play a few chords. Closing his eyes, he moulded the music into a variation by Rachmaninov. Some of the most romantic music ever written, he often played it on a piano he was virgin to, and this instrument responded very well.

Just as the second phrase began, something brought him from his dream, a smell he thought, a subtle perfume as he took deep languorous breaths in time with the music. His eyes flicked open, but nobody was at the door. Something was different, though, he was sure he hadn’t pushed it to. He took his fingers from the keys, and was about to stand when, behind him, and just above a whisper, he heard, “Please play.” The voice stunned him, partly in shock that someone had slipped in unnoticed, but mainly the creamy, angelic tone of voice. He started to turn to see who was there, but as his shoulders shifted, the girl spoke again, with more urgency, “No, please, just play. Please.”

Alex was confused, but had no doubt what he was going to do. He felt nervous, a different kind to before, this was excitement, not fear of reprisal. He started the variation again, with a little more confidence, and let the full texture of the instrument fill the room. He heard a rustle and then the cold sound of a key turning in a lock, juxtaposed with the lush sound of the piano. He began the second phrase again, and he knew she was standing behind him once more, he could sense her, smell the same intoxicating perfume, more stringent now, coupled with a more human smell. The hairs on the back of his neck rose a little, and he felt blood pumping to all parts of his body, his heart racing as the tempo of the music moved on. Another rustle behind him, but this was different, he knew she had not moved. He felt something be draped around his neck, cold against his flushed skin. It felt strange, the softness of a silk scarf. He glanced downwards, and was the loops of a dress, the exact same rose red colour from the girl’s dress outside.

His heart leapt, and the phrase startled, as he eagerly rushed a few notes through the throbbing central passage. The dysfunctional rhythm was accompanied by a slow “tut, tut, tut...” from behind, and he regained his concentration, desperate to find the phrase again. He did so, and perfectly matching red pants soared over his head and landed on the end of the piano, the bra tumbled over the empty music desk. His vision blurred, but all that mattered to him now was the music, which grew and grew in passion. Her hands were on him now, at first massaging his shoulders, but soon caressing his torso and moving down. He sat bolt upright, struggling to reach the keys, as she untucked his shirt and slipped her hand past the belt of his trousers. She uttered a little moan of pleasure as she felt his hard, rigid member. He strained at her touch, looking down he could only see her slender bronzed arm snaking across his chest.

The growth of the music was tremendous as it moved relentlessly to the climatic passage. He had never played this well, she moved around to the front of the piano stool, but he didn’t dare look. His eyes were firmly closed, following the invisible line of the music as she impatiently unzipped his fly and released his manhood. She began to suck the tip, and he nearly lost the phrase, her tongue darting in and out, tickling him. She bit gently down on the engorged flesh and ran her tongue along the length of his erection. His back arched back giving her more space, and he heard the music he knew so well as an audience, hearing himself play, manically, desperately. Slowly and deliberately, she took his penis fully inside her while Alex desperately pushed the music forward, aiming for climax. He couldn’t move, fixed to the stool, but loved the feel of her fucking him with her mouth. The groans of pleasure as she relaxed the back of her throat told him that she was enjoying it as much as he was. He had never felt such pleasure, such intense excitement which grew and grew. He was sure he should have climaxed by now, but instead the music took him forward, and climaxed itself, in a tumbled arpeggio of notes which fell to the final chords of the piece.

In the warm silence she rose up, in front of the keys, and he was able to study her body fully for the first time. She leant over him a little, and whispered, “Nobody has ever played this piano that way before. Not like that. Not for me.” Her golden breasts swung in his face, and instinctively he moved to kiss her erect nipple, sucking it and tweaking it with his tongue. His hand, still shaking from playing, reached between her legs, to the moist passage between her thighs. She had waited long enough and he would torment her with anticipation no more. He placed his fingers inside her, massaging her clitoris with his thumb. His skill at the piano was as well suited to her. She was an instrument of beauty, herself emitting rapturous tones of pleasure and swaying to her own inner rhythm, which he massaged as he did the keys of the piano. She trembled as long-awaited orgasm burst over her like the crash of timpani. She pulled back, the curve of her bum pressing against some keys, playing a chord no fingers could produce. She reached for his still rigid cock and whispered, “Take me. Take me now,” again a glint in her eye, this time magnified, desperate.

He stood and she placed her feet on the stool behind him, opening her cavity further. As her weight shifted her buttocks pressed more notes, passionately diatonic. Alex thrust himself inside her, the warmth enveloping him with a pleasure greater than any music could produce. She gasped with pleasure as he thrust backwards and forwards, gyrating in rhythm with each other, the tempo increasing and increasing. This time the orgasm came in waves and she reached desperately sideways with her hands, pressing high and low notes together, but now the sounds were disjointed from their bodies as they collided together, both coming as the sound echoed in the empty, high-ceilinged room. After the echo, a moment of absolute silence passed as they embraced, glistening together.

The stillness was broken by a new voice, a gong, and Mrs. Hague’s announcement, “The carols shall recommence.” The girl slid back the stool, and at still no more of a whisper said, “Hadn’t you better go an play some more.” The twinkle was still there, satiated, and she slipped the dress from about his neck and effortlessly slid it over her slender naked body.

Speechless, he watched as she glided gracefully to the door and slipped out into the corridor, looking as pristine as when he had first seen her; perhaps her hair a little ruffled. He redid his fly, grabbed his jacket and ran to the room, slinking onto stage as the choir took their places. He anxiously glanced around for her, and there she was talking in a new group of people, effortlessly, beautifully laughing and joking with them all. 

“Any requests?” the choir-master called out. “O come all ye faithful” called out the girl in the short red dress.



Lady In Red



Brad curses at the car in front of him. It’s going at least 10 mph below the posted speed limit and he is in a hurry to get home. His girlfriend, Rachel, called him before he left work and told him she was horny and needed him. 

Brad loves it when she builds up to the moment like this. She told him she would be wearing a red dress that just barely covered her perfect ass. It would have a plunging neckline that allows her c cup breasts to strain against the fabric and it would tie behind her neck. She promised to be wearing sheer stockings and, of course, red high heels. Just thinking of his girlfriend dressed like that is making him hard. 

Finally the car in front of him turns off and he races down the 2 lane road. When he walks in the front door Rachel is waiting for him. She looks just like she promised. Her long blonde hair is cascading down the front of her dress almost hiding her perfect tits. Brad can’t wait to start. He knows what the color red means…it means Rachel wants it a little rough tonight and he is more than happy to give her exactly what she’s asking for. Rachel is a very giving lover but on the nights that she wears red she is in the mood to be ravished. Brad can’t wait. He feels his cock stiffening just at the sight of her.

“Welcome home honey” says Rachel. “I’ve been waiting for you all day” Brad puts down his briefcase and takes off his suit coat and tie. Rachel begins to walk up the stairs, shooting him a wanton look over her shoulder. As Brad follows her up he hangs back a little to get a good view. Shit! It is better than she promised! Her sheer stockings end just under the hem of her swishing red dress. The black garter straps attach to a lacey black garter belt. Her perfect little ass is twitching back and forth as she walks slowly up the stairs. Her tan cheeks are wonderfully exposed by her barely there lacey black thong.

“Oh my god baby, you look so sexy tonight.” Brad whispers. When they reach the bedroom, Rachel turns and presses against Brad. She can feel his growing erection and loves what she is doing to him. Brad is so sexy. He is 6’3” with broad shoulders and wavy brow hair. And his cock, oh his cock. When fully erect is almost 8 inches long and very wide. Rachel shivers in anticipation. Brad begins to kiss her. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, invading her roughly. Rachel presses harder against him and grabs his head, pushing his tongue farther into her mouth. Brad throws her onto the bed and she lies back, waiting for him to take her. She loves it when he has control over her. 

Brad starts to kiss her neck, nibbling at all the right places. Rachel writhes underneath his body, grinding her hips against his cock. Brad reaches behind her neck and unties her dress, cupping her gorgeous breasts as they spill out of their confines. He licks from her neck down to between her breasts leaving a hot trail of saliva. Rachel grabs his head, pulling on his hair. She is moaning in pleasure

‘Oh, Brad, you’re getting me so wet” Brad licks her right breast in circles. Getting closer and closer to her erect nipple but never quite touching it. Rachel groans in frustration and tries to push his head onto her nipple. Laughing, Brad reaches over in the nightstand drawers and pulls out the velvet lined cuffs they use for nights like this. Kissing Rachel slowly and deeply, he gently cuffs one wrist and then the other to the headboard. With her arms stretched out above her head her breasts point straight up, just waiting for him. Rachel looks at him with lust in her eyes and squirms as he runs his hands down to the waist of her dress and pulls it off. Rachel knows she looks like a whore. Laying there, cuffed to the bed in her lacy thong, garter, sheer stockings and red high heeled shoes, but she doesn’t care. In fact it excites her…..she likes to be Brad’s whore. All of a sudden Brad stops teasing her and stuffs her right breast into his mouth. Rachel stiffens and arches her back.

“Oh YES Brad, oh yes baby, just like that” Brad sucks and bites on her nipple causing her to undulate with pleasure. He pulls her legs up so her knees are bent and her bare ass is exposed. While he pulls and twists her left nipple and sucks and bites her right one, her raises his other hand and lands a resounding slap on her ass cheek. 

“OH GOD BRAD” Rachel screams. Rachel loves it when he gets a little rough and her pleasure causes Brad to get rock hard. Unable to resist her mound any longer Brad begins to kiss his way down to her juice soaked thong. Powerless to contain himself he rips and tears at the panties and garter that are in his way and not even bothering to remove the sheer stockings buries his face into her sweet, juice soaked pussy. Rachel’s body shakes with delectation as he digs his fingernails into the tender flesh of her inner thighs. His tongue flicks and teases her swollen clit.

“Oh, Brad, tongue fuck me baby” Rachel breathes. Brad reaches up to grab one of her still erect nipples and pulls on it. He knows what Rachel wants; she wants to feel like a whore. 

“Is that what you want me to do slut?” Brad asks his quivering lover. “Do you want me to tongue fuck you, you little whore?” He punctuates his question with a pinch on her bare ass.

“Oh yes, Brad, tongue fuck your little whore. I’m your slut” Brad shoves his tongue roughly into Rachel’s waiting hole. Rachel raises her hips to meet his wonderful tongue.“Oh god you feel so good, Brad” Brad revels in her sweetness, lapping up her juices and he rams his tongue into her as far as it will go.

He raises her up and puts her knees over his shoulders. Rachel screams in rapture as he spanks her on her ass. With every thrust of his tongue, Brad strikes Rachel’s ass and thighs. Rachel’s cries and moans of euphoria heighten every time Brad’s hand makes contact wither reddening cheek.

“Oh Brad I want to feel your cock in me. I want you to fuck me like a whore.” With Rachel’s knees still over his shoulders Brad undoes his pants and pulls his pants and briefs to his knees. 

“First, slut you’re going to deep throat me.” He slaps her on her ass again and then gets up off the bed to finish undressing.

Rachel eyes his pulsing cock appreciatively. She squirms with delight when he straddles her and places the tip of his cock against her waiting lips. Rachel begins to suck and nip playfully down his shaft and Brad moans in pleasure. He undoes Rachel’s cuffs so she can pleasure him with her hands as well. Rachel digs her fingernails into his ass pulling him into her mouth as far as he will go. With gusto, she sucks him slow and deep, cupping one of his balls and applying slight pressure to it. Brad’s knees almost buckle and he can feel his load building. 

“OH Rachel. Yes baby!!!! That feels so good. Swallow my cock like a whore” Rachel becomes even more excited at his language and pumps furiously with her mouth on his swollen cock. Brad pulls away from her suddenly so he doesn’t cum too soon. He begins to ravage her chest and stomach, biting, sucking and pulling.

“Oh Brad, FUCK ME” Rachel screams. Her screams turns to whimpers and moans as she thrashes underneath his mouth. Brad flips her over and re-cuffs her. He slaps her reddened ass and her thighs a few times as she moans and cries with frenzied enthusiasm. When Rachel is in this mood there is only one way she wants his prick; Hard and fast from behind. He pulls her up on her knees and she wiggles her ass in anticipation. Brad moves in behind her and reaches around to cup her breast. Giving her nipple a hard yank he shoves all eight inches of his rock hard cock into her waiting cunt. 

“OOOOOHHHHHHHHH” Rachel screams in ecstasy as Brad’s balls slap against her swollen lips. She rocks her hips back and tightens her muscles around his huge cock. Brad grabs her long hair with one hand and pulls her head back as he thrusts into her harder and harder, each time his balls slap into her pulsating clit.

“Do you like that you little whore?” Brad asks. “Do you like me fucking your little slut cunt?” Rachel gyrates with her hips, meeting each of Brad’s thrusts with her perfect ass. She can feel the muscles of his rock hard stomach collide with her cheeks. This combined with him filling every inch of her with his cock and his balls slapping her clit is sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He’s filling her and stretching her and it feels so good. Brad begins to punctuate each of his thrusts with a slap to her hips and thighs.

“Oh god Brad, you feel so good” Abruptly, Brad pulls out and positions himself between Rachel’s legs. Grabbing her ass he pulls Rachel down onto his face and begins to suck and bite her swollen clit. Rachel screams in total abandon and Brad pushes her over the edge. As she climaxes Brad slaps her ass and pinches the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Rachel’s body is wracked with passion as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsates through her.

Brad gives her no chance to recover as he buries all eight inches of his cock into her tight, wet hole. He bangs her mercilessly as she screams his name over and over almost incoherently. The walls of her pussy are still contracting and he can’t hold back any more. Pulling out of her, he flips her over so her arms are crossed over her head, bound to the headboard. He shoots his load into her mouth and all over her red, bruised nipples. Her breasts are heaving as she greedily sucks the last remaining cum from his huge cock.. The taste of his cum and her juices combined causes waves of pleasure to course through Rachel’s trembling body. Sensing that Rachel is on the edge of another orgasm, Brad reaches back and brings his hand hard down her mound over and over. Each time his strong supple fingers find their mark on her still pulsating clit. Rachel screams around his cock as another orgasm sends fire through her body.

Brad collapses on top of her, their sweat and his cum mixing as they kiss tenderly. Brad runs his hands softly over her body, sending delicious shocks through her. He un-cuffs her and they lay there, utterly spent. Slowly, they explore each others bodies, their tongues probing their mouths, savoring their combined juices. Rachel loves how slick and slutty she feels with Brad’s cum all over her bruised breasts. Content, they fall asleep in one another’s arms, the scent of their passion still lingering in the air. 



Lady in Red



Tina thanked Bob again as she closed the door behind him. He waved it off as usual because he knew she would return the favor ten-fold. He walked down the walkway to the sidewalk and strolled back to his own house two lots down.

Tina was a single mom with a teenage daughter and a pre-teen son that moved into the neighborhood about 2 years ago. Her divorce had been messy, which involved a prolonged battle for custody of the kids. Bob knew there had to be another side to the story, but the one Tina related to him indicated that her ex was an asshole of epic proportions. This guy made an easy six figure income and he put everyone through this drawn out legal process over a few hundred bucks a month of child support. Every time Tina spoke of it, she broke down into tears. Bob wondered what other crap this guy put her through that she was too proud to reveal.

Tina's pride was one of her weaknesses. She would only call Bob to help when she absolutely could not do the task herself. Bob would see her struggling with something and when he offered to help, she would tell him, "Thanks, but no thanks. I have to learn to do it myself." Bob would always reply, "Why? You have a neighborhood of guys here that are willing to help you out with stuff like this." It took her almost eighteen months to start to take Bob up on his offer and another 3 before she would actually ask his help.

Bob was also a single parent with 2 daughters, a teenager and a pre-teen. He lost his wife, Debbie, in a car accident a year earlier due to a drunk driver crossing the median and hitting her van head on. 

He joked that he lived in 'pussyville', that even the pets were females. Tina helped him out by cluing him in on the female thought process, and being there for his girls when they needed to talk to an adult female. A few of the other ladies in the neighborhood helped in that respect too, but since Tina was so down to earth, they gravitated to her more and more.

Having this connection of helping each other out, they became fast friends. They would talk about the quagmire of the world of dating, and how they were not really ready to get back into that scene yet. Neither of them would be considered social butterflies, but by no means were they wallflowers either. Meeting any new people was hard enough when they had to juggle work, home and the seemingly endless transportation of kids from one activity to another, much less meeting someone eligible.

Tina's company had purchased a number of tickets to a black-tie fundraiser being held at a 5-star hotel downtown, and due to Tina's position, she would be expected to attend…with an escort. Tina fretted about this for weeks, not having anyone in her life that she felt comfortable asking to such an important function where she would be socializing with corporate VIP's.

"Bob, maybe I should just call in sick the Friday before, so that I could have a plausible excuse for not attending."

"Do you really want to do that? I mean, this sounds like a great time. That hotel is top-notch and I am sure the food will be out of this world. Surely, there is someone you can ask that would be relatively fun and be able to understand the importance of this to your career?"

Almost in tears over her now apparent 'singleness', Tina sobbed, "No, I don't. You're the only one that I know well enough."

"Well, then, what about me?"

"You? That's sweet of you but I didn't mean to guilt you into offering."

"Hey, what are friends for, anyway? And besides, I'm being a little selfish here too. I'd love to get a free meal."

"Are you sure? It's black-tie. I don't want you to have to rent a tux."

"No problem, I have one. I bought it a couple of years ago when I had to go to these corporate functions myself. Self-employment took care of that requirement real fast."

With tears in her eyes, she hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "Thank you. You know you don't have to do this and I'll understand if you want to cancel. I can always pull the sick act if I have to."

Her hug and kiss awoke a feeling in him he thought had died with his wife. Her perfume was sweet and her hair smelled of flowers. He wondered whether he could be attracted to his best female friend.

Tina was a great friend but also a great woman too. She stood about 5'5" with shoulder length brunette hair that she usually wore tucked behind her ears. Her eyes were peculiar in that they seemed to change colors depending on her outfit. Bob joked with her about them, telling her she was a close relative to a chameleon. Not only did they change colors, but also they could keep you captive. Whenever she spoke of something she was passionate about, they would come alive and glitter like a Fourth of July sparkler. Her skin always had a faint tan because her brother owned a tanning salon that she could use for free. Her best feature was she had the sexiest legs and ass. When she wore shorts or a mini skirt, Bob couldn't help but stop what he was doing and admire them. He was sure she had seen him ogling her but she never mentioned it to him. The one quality she didn't have was breasts. She wasn't "flat chested", but they would not turn heads either. She was also not one for heavy make-up. Her philosophy is that make-up should be used to accent not cover up. On the whole though, on a scale of one to ten, she was a solid eight.

As for her personality, if she weren't a highly respected businesswoman, one would have expected her to be a kindergarten teacher or a librarian. She was sweet and gentle with everyone, very wholesome; someone a guy could take home to meet the parents without any worry what mom would think. That's why Bob trusted her with his kids so much.

Bob was just less than 6', and weighed in at 200 pounds. His exercise regime went by the wayside and most of his toning had faded. He always had the intention to get back to the weight machine in his basement, but something else always took precedent. His hair was thinning, and rather than deal with the unsightly comb-over, he cut it down a short as possible, and still maintain a professional look. He was told his best feature was his eyes, a steel blue that seemed to be able to look through people. He never felt he was a chick magnet, but women gravitated to him at parties. It wasn't necessarily his looks that women liked, but rather his relaxed demeanor and sense of humor. He loved to play practical jokes on his friends and family whenever he could. For his brothers birthday, he filled up his car with Styrofoam peanuts and replaced his license plate frame with one that said, "My other ride is a porn star." Needless to say, Bob's sister had a few choice words for him.

Bob went home that day and pulled his tux out of the closet to try it on. To his surprise, it fit, although a bit snug in the waist. He had two weeks left before the party, so he re-started his workouts, albeit a bit slower than before. He took his dogs on longer walks than normal and spent 30 minutes a day doing light weights and sit-ups.

Tina was feeling the same anxiety, but to a greater degree. She hadn't been out with a man since her divorce so her wardrobe had drifted to the more mundane styles of either work suits or the casual look. She did not have anything that she could wear, or more accurately, did not have anything she could wear that would not remind her of her disastrous marriage. Time to hit the mall!

She went to all the malls in the vicinity, and even those outside the metropolitan area every night after work, but to no avail. She liked Bob and wanted to look her best for him, since he as being so nice in bailing her out and going with her. With only a few days left before the big event, she was in a panic. She was about to give up when she headed back to the local department store to see if they had received anything new. Lo and behold, she found just what she wanted. It fit her perfectly, almost too perfectly, so no alterations would be needed. As luck would have it, they had shoes that matched like a dream.

The gala was to start at 7:00 PM but Tina's boss announced that he wouldn't be able to make it due to a family obligation and that Tina would have to represent the company. This meant that the other people at their table would be scrutinizing her and her escort to a greater degree. Even though they didn't report to her directly, her position was higher and, being a woman in a man's industry, made what could have been a nice evening more stressful.

Bob dress as carefully as possible, wanting everything to be perfect for Tina. He understood how important this was to her and wanted to make a good impression. He went back over their story that they would tell everyone in his mind. They decided to keep it as close to the truth as possible, with as few embellishments as possible so that there wouldn't be any slip-ups. He looked at himself in the mirror and was rather impressed at how good he still looked in a tux. Even his daughters gave him two thumbs up when he emerged from his bedroom.

He grabbed the wildflower bouquet he bought for her and drove the two doors down to pick her up. Apparently, his daughters had let the rest of the neighborhood know that he was going out with Tina and was in a tuxedo, because they were all out on their front lawns giving him catcalls and whistles. He waved to them and then did a model turn to show off a bit.

Tina's daughter, Megan, let him in and she too gave him a whistle. "You look great. I never would have recognized you."

"Thanks, I think." 

Just then, Tina appeared at the top of the stairs and Bob was spell bound as she descended the staircase. Her dress was bright red, sleeveless, with the hem cut to mid thigh and a high neckline. She had her hair up, which accentuated her slender neck and wore matching pearl earrings and necklace. Bob couldn't take his eyes off of her, especially her legs. Megan watched with mild amusement, as Bob stood there with his mouth open, staring at her mother.

When she made it down to the foyer, Bob was spellbound and came back to reality when Megan said, "You two look good, have fun."

"Uh, thanks. Tina, you look absolutely beautiful. I am speechless."

"You look pretty handsome yourself." Her red lips formed a pretty smile that Bob, in that brief moment, wondered what it would be like to kiss.

They walked out and he put her into his car. As she sat down, her skirt rose enough for Bob to see her thigh-high stockings. She demurely fixed it, but that vision would be burned into his brain for a long time. The entire drive into the city, Bob couldn't help himself from glancing over at those legs she had crossed so sexily.

They entered the hotel and she immediately pulled him to the bar after they found their table. Thankfully, none of the other people at the table had arrived yet. She ordered herself a gin and tonic, and hinted to the bartender to make it a stiff one, while Bob chose Scotch on the rocks, since this hotel would definitely have the good stuff. They returned to the table to wait for the rest of the crowd.

They finished their third drink when they realized that the others weren't coming. Since their boss wasn't coming, they saw no reason to attend either. Tina relaxed and started to enjoy herself. The meal was excellent and the booze even better. When the evenings entertaining started, a big-band style ensemble, Bob asked her to dance.

They started out doing a swing-style; Bob spun her around, enjoying seeing her smile and having a good time. A slow song came on and he expected her to return to the table to rest, but she surprised him by stepping into him and putting her arms around his neck. She put her head on his shoulder and they swayed to the gentle music of Glenn Miller's Moonlight Serenade. Tina was really enjoying the feeling of having a man hold her in his arms after such a long time.

Bob also was enjoying holding her in his arms. He was taken aback by the effect it was having on him. He could smell the scented shampoo she used on her hair and the perfume she wore. He presumed she would have danced with him leaving a little space between them; on the contrary, she pressed herself into him completely. With each step, he could feel her body move against his. His mind kept going back to her getting into his car, and inadvertently exposing a lot of leg. He felt that recognizable tingle in his groin so he had to keep telling himself, "Please don't get hard, please don't get hard, please don't get hard…" over and over again.

So looked up at him and asked, "Did you say something?"

He didn't think he said anything. "What do you mean?"

"You kept saying 'Please, something or other.' I couldn't hear the rest. Please what?"

Bob had to think fast now. He didn't realize he had said that out loud. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I was saying it aloud. I was just telling myself to…um…oh…not to step on your toes. I was saying 'Please don't step on her toes.'" He hoped she bought it, so he added, "I can do the other kinds of dancing but when it comes to close dancing, my feet seem to be attracted to my partners toes." He added a sheepish smile for effect.

Having changed the subject rather effectively, she replied, "You dance wonderfully. Don't worry about the tops of my feet. I only walk on the bottoms." They both had a little chuckle, Bob more out of relief than humor.

They danced and drank the rest of the evening, although their drinks weren't as potent since there wasn't anyone from the company there. The ball ended at 10:00, so on the way home, she asked him if he could put the top down on his convertible. She let her hair down and gave it one of those sexy head shakes. Bob threw his coat and tie into the rear seat for comfort.

He pulled up in front of her house, jumped out and ran around the car to open her door; both out of courtesy and that he hoped he could get another glimpse at some exposed leg. His efforts were rewarded, because as she swung one of her legs out, her skirt rode up enough that he saw her red panties. He held out his hand and helped her out of the car. As he walked her to her door, she continued holding his hand until they reached the door.

"I had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you so, so much for coming with me. I really do appreciate it."

"Are you kidding? I had a blast tonight! I want to thank you for letting me go with you. I haven't danced like that since…well, a long time. And what made it even better is that I got to see you all dolled up and looking so pretty."

"Well, thanks. I enjoyed dancing with you too, and being able to get all dressed up for someone. Say, I'm not tired yet. Would you like to come in for a drink or some coffee? I have decaf."

"I'd love a drink. But only if you join me."

She opened the door and they walked in. She immediately kicked her pumps off, and padded her way into the kitchen to fix the drinks. "All that dancing made my feet swell. It feels good to get out of those shoes." While she got out the liquor, Bob put some ice into the glasses. He poured them both a gin and tonic and she led him into the den to the couch. She turned on the stereo to the light jazz station for some background music and sat closer to him than he anticipated. Not that he was complaining though. She tucked her legs up under her in such a way that Bob found himself looking down at them whenever he took a sip. They talked for a while, mostly about the people that didn't show up, filling Bob in on how fortunate he really was not having to socialize with them.

Tina covered her mouth as she yawned, making Bob do the same. "I had better get going. You had a big night and a stressful day, so I'll let you get some sleep. We can talk more tomorrow."

He stood up to go when she blurted out, "Wait." He turned to look at her as she stood up. She appeared to be at a loss for words as she struggled to find the right ones.

"I was hoping…. can you…do you think…oh, fuck it!" She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him with all she had.

When they finally broke, she asked, "Can you stay a little longer?"

He was speechless, but also intrigued. Where would this end up? He hadn't been with a woman since his wife died so he wondered if he could handle the emotional side of it all. There was no way of knowing unless he tried.

His silence did not sit well with her. She assumed that by not answering her, he was rejecting her, so she began to lower her arms and step away.

He finally spoke, "Oh, no, wait." He pulled her arms around his neck again. "That kiss blew a few circuits in my head. A team of wild horses couldn't pull me away."

She smiled, her deflated ego restored. "Imagine. I'm stronger than a team of horses." At that, she guided him back to the sofa. She kissed him softly, holding his face in her hands. He put one arm around her shoulders and the other on her hip.

She opened her mouth and he slid his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue and nibbled his lower lip while his hand moved slowly up from her hip to right below her underarm. He massaged her, letting his thumb work its way to her little tit. To allow him access to her, she raised that arm and wrapped it around his neck, moaning her approval into his mouth. When his eager digit found its target, she broke the kiss.

"There not as big as all the other women around here." He moved his hand directly over it, taking her erect nipple in his fingers. "Ooooooh," she cooed. He whispered to her, "It's not what you have, it's what you do with what you have." He pinched them again and she thrust her chest into his hands, looking into his eyes in a way that told him she was going to 'do' quite a bit.

She pushed him back and kissed him, darting her tongue into his mouth. He pulled her to him so that she was now lying on top of him. Bob wrapped his arms around her, embracing her, enjoying her body against his own. He moved his fingers back to her nipple, eliciting another moan, but what thrilled him more, was that she also started a slow grind of her hips into him.

"I like what you're doing to me. I should warn you though, they are very sensitive and I can lose control when they are played with like that."

He caressed it again and moved his other hand down to her lower back, just above her sexy ass. "I have been duly warned." He grinned and she kissed him sensually as her hips ground into him with gusto, making his cock grow within his boxers and ache for a release. He slid his hand down further, grasping hold of a cheek.

Tina's nipples were one of her erogenous zones, as was her butt. If could grow a third hand and tickle the back of her knees, she would be totally under his reign. It was at this point she knew without a doubt, that she wanted to sleep with him. She could feel his erection growing and she needed to feel it against her clit. She pushed herself into his cock and, bingo, she hit it. She rubbed there, totally lost in her pleasure that she didn't realize Bob had lifted her skirt up over her ass. It wasn't until he slid his hand into her panties and down across her smooth ass, did she begin to react.

"God, you're finding all my spots." She planted a kiss on his lips and straddled him, placing a leg on either side of him. When she did that, the pressure of his dick against her increased almost ten-fold and she instinctively mashed her clit into it.

"Mmmm." Tina slowly raised herself up to the sitting position, directly over his hard- on. She looked down and noticed not only that her skirt was up around her waist still, revealing her hot panty-covered pussy, but also the outline of a very sizable prick in his pants. She moved her hips back and forth along the length of it, stopping at the head and sitting down hard, squashing her clit into it.

She threw her head back in ecstasy, "Aaaaah". Bob watched her gyrate and his eyes became fixated on the little wet spot that was evident on her lacy panties, making his dick more and more engorged. He put both hands on her upper thighs, right above the lace stocking tops. Her skin felt so silky under his fingers and the more she moved, the greater the impulse to push back. Finally, no longer to endure, he pushed up against her. They dry humped each other until she threw herself down against his chest, shuddering threw an orgasm.




Lady in Red



She looked up at him when she regained her composure, then slowly slid down his body, making sure her body never lost contact with tent in his pants. When her face was right above it, she put her hand, first on top, and then slid it down, squeezing the shaft.

Bob couldn't believe his good luck. As good as his sex life was with his late wife, she would only go down on him on special occasions. Tina pulled down his zipper and freed his aching member from its confines.

"Mmm. Nice, very nice." She kissed it from top to bottom, using her tongue to heighten not only the feeling, but also the visual pleasure for Bob. His cock was a nice size, long and thick. After coating it with her saliva, she looked him in the eye and slowly slid her mouth over his purple mushroom head. Bob moaned and put his hands on the sides of her head, moving her hair out of her face so that he could better watch her suck him. Inch by deliberate inch, Tina took him in until she had engulfed his entire cock. When his pubic hair was tickling her nose, she stopped and held it, tighten her grip and sucking. Her tongue snaked around his shaft to intensify his pleasure and hers too.

He couldn't hold still any longer and he raised his hips slightly. She took the hint and unhurriedly bobbed her head up and down, lightly scraping her teeth along the way. To keep Bob from thrusting into her, she held his balls firmly with on hand and the base with the other.

"Damn, Tina. This is fantastic. You're very talented at this."

She hummed as she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. "I love doing it and it helps when I have such a tasty cock like yours." She licked the head a few times and added, "I want you to cum in my mouth, ok? I've always fantasized about what you taste like."

"I'd love to. And if you keep doing like that, it won't be long." And he meant it too. She had him turned on since she came down the steps and her cock sucking was approaching expert.

She took him back in her mouth and went to work on it with earnest. She moved up and down and side to side, using her entire mouth and tongue. When she deep throated him, it sent him over the edge. "Here it comes!" he groaned as his cock began to throb and pulsate. The first squirt was surprisingly large and caught Tina off guard. She quickly pulled her head back and swallowed, but not before some had oozed out of the corners of her mouth. She wasn't going to let that happen again, so when the second spewed into her, she had enough room in her mouth to take it all. She swallowed that load and prepared herself for more. And more she got. As his eruption slowed, she savored the salty tang of his seed. She continued to suck him, taking perverse pleasure in teasing his oversensitive cock head with her tongue. She cleaned his member of any remnants of his cum before releasing him from her oral confines and cleaning her own chin.

"That was good. Did you like it?"

"Hell yea! It was absolutely amazing! Thanks!" He reached down to her to pull her back on top of him.

Tina smiled as she crawled back to him. "My pleasure! Really, it was my pleasure." They kissed softly as he enveloped her into his arms. He ran his hands up and down her back as they kissed, stopping at her hips to pull her skirt up again. He held each cheek in a hand, squeezing them as she again ground her hips into him. Finally, she broke the kiss and said, "I can't take it any more. Will you be able to make love to me?"

"I have no doubt that you will be able to get me up again."

She slithered her body off of him and stood up, "Follow me." He stood up and tucked his cock back into his pants, in case he accidentally ran into one of her kids in the hallway. She grinned to herself as she watched him, knowing that very shortly, that thing would be out and submerged deep inside her. She took his hand and headed for the stairs. He expected to be going up, but she led him down to the basement to the guest room with doubled as her exercise room. Then he understood, upstairs in her room, they would have to be careful about making noise and waking her kids, but downstairs, that wouldn't be the case.

She had finished the room so that on one side was a double bed and a dresser while on the other side were some mats for her aerobics, a stationary bicycle, some weights and a floor to ceiling mirror so she could see herself as she worked out.

Once inside and the door securely closed, she turned toward him. Having had a chance to think a bit, Bob asked her, "Are you sure you want to do this? I would hate for this to ruin our relationship as it is."

Her expression changed from a passionate one to an inquisitive one. "Why, don't you?"

"I would love to make love to you. I just want you to be sure, that's all."

"I am more than sure. I've wanted this for a long time, a real long time."

"Um…I should warn you that…well, Debbie and I were childhood sweethearts, and well, we were together through high school and college. We got married right away, so…what I'm trying to say is that my experience is…well, limited."

"That's ok. I wasn't exactly tearing up the sheets either. It'll still be great. And if we want something, we can always ask, right?"

He stepped toward her and pulled her tightly to him. "Right now, all I want is you." They kissed tenderly, slowly exploring the other with their hands until their passions got the better of them and they were practically mauling the other. She turned her back to him so that he could unzip her dress. By doing that, she realized that she was facing the mirror on the wall and will be able to watch him undress her. He kissed her neck as he lowered the zipper and commented, "You look ravishing tonight."

"I do look good in this dress, don't I?"

"Yes you do. And it's not the dress that looks good; it's what's inside the dress." The zipper fully open, he slides it off of her shoulders and eases it down her arms, over her hips to a heap on the floor. She steps out of it while he stares at her semi-naked body in the mirror. He unhooks her silky bra, letting it fall to the floor next to her dress. With both hands he covers her little breasts, feeling her nipples piercing into his palms. Her body leans back into him, letting his hands caress her body. Bob takes one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a little pinch and tug.

"Mmm!" The other hand traveled down over her taut belly to her panty waistband. He slipped his finger inside to toy with her soft pubic hair. She gasped at the touch of his strong hands moving over her sex-deprived body. She couldn't take her eyes off the mound his hand was creating between her legs.

His dick was beginning to come back to life and poke into her back. As his fingers found her soft wet folds, she moaned her enjoyment and said, "Oh yes, that's it. Finger me! I'm so wet because of you. Mmm." Her clit was swollen and every time his fingers met it, she trembled slightly and pushed her hips into his hand then back against his cock. It didn't take long for him to realize her clit was like a true button, because when he pressed it, she started to cum. By increasing the pressure and wiggling his finger, she launched into a full-scale orgasm. Her head swayed back and forth and her body quivered uncontrollably. He literally had to hold her up, but in doing so, he pressed even harder on her clit, increasing the intensity of the waves of pleasure she was experiencing.

"Ohhhhhhh, nnnnn, yesssssss, oh my…., aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" When he began to remove is fingers from her panties so she could recuperate, she whimpered, "No, don't! Don't stop! Do it again. This time take off my panties and put those gifted fingers inside me, deep!"

He pulled her panties down her legs, admiring them as he bent over to do it. He deliberately took his time putting his hands back on pussy. Instead, he glided his hands up her shapely legs, to her inviting ass and then around her hips. Before covering up her snatch with his hands, he marveled at her nude body standing there, while he stood behind her fully clothed.

She too took notice of the disparity of dress and said, "Do it again and I promise I will take care of you…" and then she slide her hands behind her back to his now erect cock, "any way you want."

He took one finger and pressed it into her clit; then with his other hand, he pushed his finger between her wet folds. But because of their height difference, he couldn't get as much of his finger into her as he wanted, much less than what she wanted. He turned her around and positioned her so that her back was against the mirror. He got down on his knees so that her stomach was at eye level. She parted her legs for him and braced herself by holding onto his head. His finger slid into her easily, but she still gasped through clench teeth. He added a second digit, whereby she exhaled loudly and thrust her hips forcefully against his hand. He slowly pumped his fingers into her, going as deep as his fingers were long. She met each plunge with an equally zealous thrust of her own. Soon she was moaning frantically, on the verge of another orgasm. In order to make her cum, he decided to press his lips over her clit and suck. By doing this, his strength forced her ass against the mirror, preventing her from continuing to gyrate her hips. She cried out, "Ooooooh yea, finger me baby, harder, harder, oh suck it. I love it, suck me. Oooh, here I go. I'mmmmm……aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

She came hard. Her pussy juices flooded down over his hand as her body convulsed through the surges of delight. Tina panted, "That…was…wonderful!" She regained some self-control and her rubbery legs strengthened enough that she could stand, although she still had to use the mirror as a crutch. Bob sat back on his heels, licking his fingers and admiring his 'work'. They looked at each other, and then her eyes journeyed down to her very hard cock. Her passion pumped more adrenaline threw her veins, allowing her to take his hand and lead him over to the day bed on the other side of the room. He kicked off his shoes along the way.

As he pulled his socks off, she said, "Like I promised, now it's my turn to take care of you."

She started unbuttoning his shirt, but the tuxedo shirts have so many button studs that you almost need a masters degree in engineering to get them in or off, so he took on that task while she worked his pants down to a pile around his ankles. He got frustrated with buttons himself, so he pulled it up over his head and threw it over his shoulder. She grabbed and pulled his boxers to the floor where he kicked them off quickly so that he could get at that tight pussy again.

Before he could move though, she had his cock back in her mouth for a brief suck. After getting that quick fix, he pulled her to her feet and they kissed hungrily, their naked bodies meshing together in unadulterated lust.

"Take me, Bob. Now!"

They climbed onto the bed, not bothering to pull down the sheets. She positioned herself in the center of the bed with her legs spread for his easy entry. He knelt between her sexy legs, allowing himself the indulgence to caress them from her ankles to her very inviting hips.

"I really love these legs of yours. I must confess that I have always liked to look at them when you wore shorts or those summer skirts of yours."

"I know." She beamed, "And they're spread for you now."

He leaned down to kiss her and she took a firm grasp of his manhood, obviously not wanting him to delay anymore. She pulled gently, gliding the head along the soft folds of her needy pussy. When Bob felt the heat against his cock, his gave a light push, forcing his purple head to enter her.

"Ohh, Bob." She raised her hips to greet him. As he slid his dick into her tight little twat, he felt her muscles contracting around him. He pulled out before he reached bottom and started over. Each time, her unused pussy accepted him more, allowing him to go deeper. She pulled him to her as she felt his cock bottom out inside her. Her pussy was being stretched further than it ever had been before. Her ex could never fill her like this.

He kissed her softly and positioned his arms under her shoulders to that his hands curled up to hold her shoulders from behind. He was planning to pound her cunt hard and didn't want the force of his thrusts to push her up to the top of the bed. He first needed to get her accustomed to his dick and him to her pussy. He didn't want to hurt her but also didn't want to cum to soon.

He stroked slowly in and out of her, their hips moving in unison. She held him tightly to her, adoring the sensitivity of his body on top of hers but also that of his fat hard cock pleasuring her.

"I can't believe you're actually here with me. Mmmm. Oh you feel so good inside me. You're a lot bigger than I imagined too. Ooohhh. That's it."

He increased his tempo slightly as her pussy accepted his cock. "Ah..umm, nnnn. I'm glad I am here. You feel tremendous. You're working my cock….ahhhh!"

Tina squeezed her muscles around him and he knew if he didn't start hitting it hard, he would not get the chance.

He pulled back slowly, breaking his sensuous kiss and rammed it home. She jerked at the impact of his cock on her cervix. He reared back again and thrust into her for a second time with more force than the first.

"Aaaaaaah. Ohh, ohh, ohh!" She panted through each moan; he was not giving her a chance to voice her approval, so she grunted and raised her legs up so that he could go deeper still.

She clawed at his back, scratching him as she began her ascent to another climax. He wished he were in better shape, because he wanted to go harder and faster but the late hour and the amount of alcohol consumed prevented him for achieving his goal. She did not notice his waning stamina as she went over the edge in another orgasm.

As she experienced the flood of pleasure course through her body, he took that time to regain his vigor.

When her breathing normalized, he pulled out and rolled her over, positioning her on her knees and her ass in the air. He plunged himself back into her hot sex, pistoning in and out of her at a pace that he could keep up and still give her the pleasure he so wanted to give her.

She reached through her legs to rub her clit, but in doing so, also rubbed his balls. "That's it, Tina, take my balls, play with 'em, make me cum." She wanted to feel his hot seed fill her up like he did in so many of her fantasies.

She caressed his tight nuts and felt his cock swell. She knew he was about to explode and that thought brought her to the edge as well. But when his fingers traced a line down her ass crack to her pink asshole, she grabbed the pillow and buried her face into it just as she reached another orgasm. No one had ever touched her there and, in her excited state, found that she liked it. He continued to toy with her bud, keeping her in that orgasmic state. Her swiveling and convulsing ass, along with her pulsating pussy, his cock throbbed and spewed another load of cum into her. Feeling his cum enter her, she pushed back into him so that his cockhead was pressed against her.

They both collapsed in a heap, panting and out of breath. He lay on his back and pulled her to him, holding her close as she threw her leg across his. She sighed and in a winded voice said, "Bob…that was…the best! Thank…you."

"No…thank… you. I didn't know… if I could ever…do that …again."

They gave each other a gentle hug and cuddled together in silence, enjoying the after glow of good sex.

When she heart rate normalized and she could create a sentence without panting, she said, "I was thinking, we both are unattached and we really like each others company, what would you say to us doing this every now and then, just to take the edge off?" When he just looked at her, she added, "What are you thinking?"

"Well, yesterday, you were one of my best friends. And when you sauntered down those steps tonight in that incredible red dress, and then the way you felt in my arms when we danced, you were a woman I wanted to get into bed."

He paused a second to collect his thoughts, so she inquired, "You've done that, now what?"

Pausing a second again, "I'm going to put my head out on the chopping block here, but now, after having had you like this…well, I'd like it to be more than just 'taking the edge off'. I'd like to see whether we could be something more, something that could be permanent." He looked into her tearing eyes and wondered if those were good tears or bad tears, that maybe he wanted too much, so he added, "You don't have to answer now, you can think on it if you need to."

She crawled on top of him so her face was level with his, "You know that would be difficult, you know, with all the neighbors and our kids, and then if it doesn't work out, we will be seeing each other a lot."

Dejected, Bob looked at the wall and said, "I understand, you're right, it was a bad idea."

Raising her voice slightly, "Who in the hell said it was a bad idea? I said it would be difficult. I was going for the 'once in a while' scenario so that I could be with you more. But your idea is exactly what I had hoped would eventually happen."

They smiled at each other, kissed passionately then made love slowly, consummating their new-elevated relationship. Morning came too soon and Bob dressed quickly and left for home before the neighbors saw him leaving at such an early time. There was plenty of time for them to see that in the near future, but Bob and Tina needed to explain it all to their kids first.