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More Than OK

By: NaughtyAngel75



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She watched the clock, waiting for his arrival home. He'd told her that morning that he had something special planned for this evening but wouldn't divulge any more than that. All day she'd wondered what he'd meant but it could be anything and all she could do was wait impatiently.

Finally, she heard his key turn in the door and rose to greet him with a kiss. He opened his arms to her and held her close, kissing her deeply, wrapping his fingers in his hair. He moved his lips next to her ear and in that voice that he knew made her weak said, "Are you happy to see me, baby? Have you been waiting for me?" She nodded as she melted into him, her knees wobbling beneath her. He just had that effect on her. 

His fingers tightened in her hair and she felt him tug down. "On your knees."

She looked up into his eyes for a moment before obeying and dropping to her knees in front of him. The fire and sparkle she'd seen in his eyes told her she was in for quite a night and she could feel herself growing wet just thinking about it. 

He continued to move his fingers in her hair as he stood above her, seemingly pondering his next move. "I love seeing you on your knees for me. I want to feel your lips on my cock."

He began to take down his pants as she watched, eager to taste him, to please him. He was already hard for her as he pulled her head closer and she took him in her mouth. He gasped as she slid her tongue around the head of his cock. She worked slowly up and down it, wanting so much to please him. She knew he was enjoying it, she could hear the change in his breathing but he seemed to be growing impatient with her pace and he used her hair to move her head faster, deeper. She moved with him, doing her best to take as much of him as she could, small moans she couldn't contain escaping with each thrust. She could feel his excitement building and wanted desperately to taste his cum but all at once, he pushed her away and pulled up his pants. 

She looked up at him and he chuckled at the disappointment in her eyes. 

"Don't worry, there is plenty of time." He extended a hand to her, indicating she could rise from her position on the floor. 

"Let's go to dinner," he proclaimed. And so they did. He had managed to reserve 'their table' at their favorite restaurant and they proceeded to have a quiet, romantic dinner. So quiet that she wondered if that was going to be it but then he had all but promised there was more to come.

When they returned home he grabbed her and began kissing her passionately, at the same time walking her back towards the bedroom. When they reached it, he began to remove her clothing. 

"Lie down on your back." Trembling with excitement, she did as he said, centering herself on the bed. He produced ropes from beneath the mattress and, when sure that she was sufficiently spread eagle, began tying each limb securely with the ropes. 

"Struggle for me." She did, knowing that it was partially to test his knots and partially for his own pleasure. He enjoyed seeing her helpless like this.

"Very good. Now... what should I do first?" His eyes roamed over her body as he considered the possibilities. She could hear him rummaging through their stash of 'toys' and setting things out on the nightstand. She turned her head to see what it was he was preparing. 

"O, we will have to do something about that," he said as he drew a scarf out of the drawer. "Lift your head."

He wrapped the scarf around her eyes, tying it low in the back of her head so as to not be uncomfortable for her. 

Now she could only listen as he prepared and her pussy grew wet just imagining what he might have in store for her.

Finally it was quiet and she felt the bed sag a bit as he sat next to her. She waited... and waited.. the suspense was killing her yet he did not seem to make a move. After what seemed an eternity, she felt his fingers brush her cheek softly. She turned her head towards his touch only to find it had moved to the other cheek. Again she turned towards it and again he moved, brushing his fingers over her lips, down her chin to her throat. He knew how she loved to feel his hands on her throat. He placed a hand around the front of her neck with just the slightest pressure as she stretched her head back, enjoying the sensation. 

"Does that feel good, my little slut?"

Her body tensed involuntarily and she moaned at his words. She loved being his slut, knowing she would do anything for him, and knowing that he knew it as well.

His fingers traced down to her breasts, lightly brushing over each nipple. She felt his other hand come up between her legs and with that same light pressure brush over her pussy lips. She tried to arch her back, to push herself towards him all the while, not wanting that soft, fluttery feeling to end. His fingers continued their sweet torture, touching her just barely enough for her to feel it. He reveled in her soft moans and gasps, in the way she squirmed as though she wanted him to give her more though he knew she would love for him to touch her like this all day. Finally his own impatience got the better of him and he thrust his fingers into the folds of her pussy.

"You must be enjoying this, slut. You are so wet!" He pushed two fingers inside of her while letting his thumb play over her clit. He loved it when she got so wet for him, loved knowing that he had done this to her. It was a power all it's own.

He leaned down close to her ear, he knew how it made her tremble when he did, and said, "Are you ready, little fucktoy?"

She bit her lip with excitement, not knowing what she should be ready for but feeling she was ready for anything!

She felt his fingers slip out of her and reappear at her lips. She sucked them into her mouth, tasting her own excitement. 

"That's a good little slut. Does that taste good?"

He removed his fingers and she felt his weight lift off the bed. Sounds of movement from the bedside but nothing she could distinguish. Was he taking so long on purpose? The anticipation made her squirm even more. 

"Aaaw, are you anxious, little girl? Don't worry, it will come soon enough."

No sooner had he said that then she felt a sting on her right thigh. And then another on her left. By the sound and the feel of it, she knew he was wielding the riding crop. More slaps to her thighs. Small, quick, stinging slaps... warm-up slaps. Now to her breasts, the same quick slaps. Some to the flesh, and some to the nipple. And then, it stopped. So quick? Surely there was more. 

More rustling to her side, she wished she could see what he was doing! She felt him grab her breast and then that wonderful feeling as clothespins were clamped first to her nipple and then to the surrounding flesh. Now she really wished she could see. She loved seeing the look on his face as he surveyed his handiwork after placing the clothespins. Now the other breast, she tried to press herself up towards him as if it would aid him in clamping her. 

"Beautiful. So beautiful."

Next she felt the pins being clamped on her pussy lips. It felt as though he must have covered them but she knew he had reserved at least one clothespin. She knew he would not neglect her clit. She almost dreaded it, it hurt so much. But it was not unbearable and, in some ways, it was pleasurable. The incredible feeling when it was removed later would make up for any discomfort it did cause. She felt his fingers spread her cunt and he slowly released the spring on the clothespin so that it closed on her clit. A long, deep moan flowed from her as the feeling of it sank in. 

"Look at this slut and her clothespins. Only a slut would want me to do this to her. Beautiful little slut."

Again the slaps to her thighs. But now when he hit her it jiggled the clothespins. She was nearly screaming with excitement at the amazing sensations. Now the slaps to her breasts, her sensitive nipples so wonderfully tortured. Every so often he would purposely slap one of the clothespins, sending that lovely pain through her.

"Is that good, bitch? You like it when I do that to you?" She managed a nod.

"I don't think I heard you," he said as he slapped the pin on her clit.

She whimpered and finally was able to whisper, "Yes."

He slapped her clit clamp again, "I believe you mean to say, 'Yes, Sir.'"

More whimpering and a longer pause as she caught her breath before being able to quietly stammer, "Y-yes, Sir."

"Good little slut. Just for that I think I'll remove that nasty little clip from your clit. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

He opened the clothespin, allowing the blood to rush back into her clit, sending her almost to orgasm. He watched as she moaned loudly and bucked her hips at the feeling of it. "Mmm.. that looked like it felt pretty good. Did it make you want to cum, my little fucktoy?"

Still moaning softly, "Yes, Sir."

He leaned over her and kissed her cunt softly between the clothespins. Pushing them aside as best he could, he ran his tongue around her clit, tasting her, feeling her push herself towards him as best she could. It wasn't long until she found herself on the brink of orgasm at which point he pulled away, "Not quite yet. I want to see you on your knees, first."

He quickly untied her, removed her blindfold and ordered her on her knees. She turned over, taking care not to disturb the clothespins, enjoying the feeling of them brushing against the bed. She spread her legs and lowered her head to the mattress so that her ass was in the air.

He caressed her ass as he admired the view, "I do love seeing you like this, spread open for me like a whore."

Without warning, he gave her a hard smack on the ass, making her jump. The clothespins on her breasts pulling against the bed as she lurched forward. Again, he spanked her, and again. She pushed her ass back towards him, practically begging for more and he was happy to oblige. 

He continued to spank her as he asked, "Do you want me to fuck you? I bet you do. I bet you want to get fucked like the slut that you are. Fucking little cunt just can't get enough, can you?"

He knew how it excited her when he said things like that and she responded just as he would expect, with more moaning and squirming. He moved behind her and rubbed his hard cock against her ass. She wiggled back against it, loving the feel of it on her ass. 

Suddenly, he was inside her, her wet cunt providing no resistance at all. She sighed happily at the feeling of him inside her, moving herself against him wanting to feel every last bit of him. 

His fingers moved down between them and began releasing the clothespins one at a time, each one giving her that exquisite feeling, causing her pussy to tighten around him. When the last pin had been removed he began to move into her, fucking her slow and deep, each soft thrust causing the clothespins left on her breasts to rub against the bed. 

"Mm.. it feels so good to be inside you my little toy. Your cunt feels so good around my cock."

His thrusts grow faster, each of them finding the rhythm, moving against one another. The clothespins on her breasts becoming continually more painful. As if reading her mind, he stops and leans back a bit, still inside her. He pulls her back so that she is sitting up with her back against him. Whispering into her ear, "Would you like me to remove those clothespins, as well?"

She nods, hoping it will be enough as she isn't sure she can manage words in this state. Apparently, it was. As his fingers released each clothespin, she ground herself against him feeling her orgasm building already. He saved the pins on her nipples for last and released them both at the same time. That was all it took... she pressed herself into him as hard as she could as she shook with release. As it subsided she fell back to the mattress and, not knowing where the words came from, said, "Fuck me. Please, just fuck me hard!"

He didn't need any more encouragement. "Oyeah, I'll fuck you, bitch. Little slut just wants to be fucked hard and fast." 

And hard and fast, it was. Her screaming, begging for more, pushing back against him, trying to get all of him. Him fucking her furiously, telling her what a slut, whore, cunt, trying to hold back as long as he could until she exclaimed, "Ogawd, I'm going to cum so fucking hard!" And she did.. and he did. Together they exploded in a moment of passion that had been building all evening. 

She collapsed as he moved over to the other side of the bed. They were silent for a few minutes, just the sound of slightly labored breathing as the caught their breath. 

Finally, with a big grin on his face, he spoke, "So, was it ok for you?"

More than One Erection



It was loud. The music that is. I had come to a one direction concert for the first time. It's no secret they are my favourite band but it is a secret that I am gay. My name is Phoenix and I'm 18 years old but look much younger. I have relatively short brown hair that I spike up at the front and am baby faced with hazel eyes. I am slim and a little short. This is my fantasy about One Direction. I came to the concert with my two best girlfriends, Tiffany and Alice, who like me, were massive one direction fans. We sat in the fourth row. I was on the seat right next to the aisle and Tiffany and Alice sat to my left. As the concert came to a close and the boys preformed their encore song, 'Kiss You', we got a closer look at them as they ran out into the audience, singing. 

"Oh my god! It's Niall!" said Alice. I turned to the aisle next to me to see the blond-haired Irish boy singing not 3 feet away from me. At this point the song ended and the crowd erupted in applause, not to mention the screaming. Niall was still in the aisle next to me, looking puffed as his gaze met mine. He smiled and began walking towards me. I turned to my friends, 

"He's coming over here! Be cool!"

I quickly turned around to see Niall standing right next to me. 

"It's nice to see a guy fan for a change," he said in his cute Irish accent. 

"Yeah well someone's gotta keep these girls in line," I said, pointing to my friends. They just stared, like deer in a truck's headlights, utterly shocked and delighted. Tiffany let out a giggle but that was all the pair could manage to say. So I had no choice but to take charge of the conversation. 

"Hey it was a great show tonight, loved it," I said. 

"Tankyou, appreciate it," Niall said slapping me on the shoulder as he did so. 

"Say we are havin an after party back at the otel, if you wanna join," Niall explained. 

"Yeah definitely we would love to join," replied. 

"Cool meet us out the back of the stadium, there's a bus with our faces on it. You can't miss it. Just hop on board and it'll take you to the party, K?" 

"Ok but will we be allowed on?" I asked. 

"Yeah you will just give the security tam at the bus these" He handed us 3 VIP cards that said 1D after party pass. The 3 of us took one each. "See you guys later" and with that he was off to rejoin his band mates. 

"Did that just happen?" Tiffany asked, slightly confused. 

"It really did'" I said. 

"Best night ever!" Alice screamed. It took us about 15 minutes to find the bus Niall had described but once we found it we did what Niall said and gave the security personnel our VIP cards and climbed on board. The bus was loud. Loud from one direction music being blasted from the bus speakers and loud from the people on the bus trying to talk over it. The vast majority of the passengers were teenage girls so I, being slightly older (I'm 18) and a guy, stuck out like a sore thumb. It took about 45 minutes for the bus to travel to the party and when we got there we were escorted up to the bands room, where we were offered drinks. My friends and I took a drink, of champagne I think, and chatted amongst ourselves while we waited for One Direction to arrive.

We heard the screams before we saw the boy band enter the hotel room. Girls clambered at the boys desperate to tell them how much they loved them. I caught a glimpse of Niall and waved to him. He pushed through the crowds and came to talk to me 

"You made it" he said. 

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied. At this point my friends had joined the crowds of girls chatting to the other members and I was left alone with Niall.

"Don't worry it'll get better once the under 18's have to go at 1 o'clock'" he said. I stared at my phone that was 10 minutes. 

"You are 18 aren't you?" He asked me. 

"Yes only just" I was surprised he assumed I was 18 as I looked much younger. 

"Oh cool, the party gets a lot more grown up once the kiddies go home'" he explained. We chatted for the next 10 minutes until the minors were escorted out. This left only around 20 people in the large 5 star hotel room.

"Right time for a drinking game," Niall decided. 

"Keen who else is going to play?" I asked. 

"I'll go get Liam and Zayn," he said. A few minutes later he came back with a muscular, brown eyed, tan-skinned boy with short shaven hair. That was Liam, he was 18. Behind him was a tall thin guy with dark skin, he was of Indian descent. His black hair was slicked up and he had black stubble around his cheeks, chin and upper lip. His arms were covered in tattoos and he smelled of cigarette smoke. That was Zayn he was 19. 

"Liam, Zayn meet Phoenix, Phoenix meet Liam and Zayn," Niall introduced us. 

"Hi," I said quietly. The two greeted me with their sexy English accents. 

"Let's play circle of Death," Niall announced. "Does everyone else know how to play?" he asked. He all said we knew how to play. Circle of Death is a drinking game played with a pack of cards. Each player draws a card and performs an action depending on which card they draw. For example a 1 means you have one drink and a 6 means you got to do a dare. The 4 of us began to play the game taking turns getting drunker by the minute. As the game progressed I became aware of the increasing sexual attraction for the three handsome boys I was playing the game with. I kept my desires hidden as I could let them find out I was gay. The four of us, now very drunk, began to run out of alcohol. 

"Okay last round," Liam announced. Niall drew a card, 

"a 5," he said. 

"That's a never have I ever," Zayn said. 

"Fine Umm.. Okay got one. Never have I ever had sex with another guy," Niall said. I looked around none of us took a drink meaning that none of us had ever had sex with another guy, which was true. 

"We better fix that," Liam joked. I would love to fix that I thought. 

"Shut up Liam," Niall said. 

Next Liam drew a card. "It's a 6! Oh no not a dare!" He said with a sigh. 

"Alright Liam payback," Niall grinned. "I dare you to have sex with another guy" Niall proposed. 

"What with who and gay sex tonight?" Liam asked. 

"He's a horny little fucker!" Zayn added. 

"Well you can't back put of a dare, do it!" Niall exclaimed. 

"What are you serious? Right here? And you haven't told me with who? Liam stuttered. 

"Well Phoenix is our guest he should be the one you have sex with" Niall suggested. 

"C'mon let's do it in my room" Niall said as he walked off to his room. 

"And I should go as well and be a witness" Zayn added. At this point I was in such a state of disbelief I just stood there until Zayn snapped me out of my trance with a cheeky spank on the ass. I hurried off to Niall's room. This couldn't be happening I wondered. it must be trick. The four of us entered a huge bedroom with the biggest bed I had ever seen. It was covered in a flash silver bed duvet and drapes on the windows to match. 

"No one has to know right," asked Liam. 

"No. No one can know. Promise to keep this a secret Phoenix?" Niall asked. 

"Promise," I said. "Right lets gets started," the now surprisingly eager Liam said.

"What do you want me to do first?" I asked. 

"Do you think a little foreplay is order Niall?" Zayn asked cheekily. 

"Definitely they gotta get in the mood first," Niall replied. 

"No way that wasn't part of the dare," Liam protested. 

"Well let's see what our guest thinks. Phoenix?" Niall asked in his Irish accent. 

"Um..." I stuttered, "I think it would be good to ease into it?" I said nervously. 

"Fine what should we do?" Liam asked. 

"Kiss him!" Zayn exclaimed. Liam puckered his lips and began to move closer to me. Oh my god his is actually happening. I was a flood with mixed emotions. I had never kissed anyone before what if I do it wrong. Oh god I want him bad. A readied my lips to receive Liam's. Our lips met in a sensual and passionate kiss. Not at all awkward like I thought would happen but simply beautiful. Our lips interlocked as if they were made for each other. His lips were smooth and had a slight aftertaste of alcohol. I pressed my lips closer to his, feeling the stubble of his upper lip on mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he around my waist. We were in this passionate embrace for a short while when I heard Niall and Zayn's voices, 

"Tongue! Tongue!" They chanted. I willingly obeyed and drove my tongue into Liam's mouth. He responded by sliding his own tongue along my own and into my mouth. Oh god it tasted so good! I felt the feeling of pleasure race through my body. I could feel my cock going hard. I held Liam closer so I could feel his jean covered crouch on my own. I felt the unmistakable hardening package that could only be his erect cock.

I felt a hand on my back and before I knew it I was lying on the bed on top of Liam. Niall had pushed me on top of him. My instincts took over as our make out session turned into vigorous dry humping. My hips thrusted and grinded on Liam and he responded with thrusting of his own. 

"Good boy," Niall said as he stroked my back. 

"Now it's time to get rid of those clothes," he said. I immediately pulled my black Long-sleeved shirt over my head to reveal my slim torso, hairless apart from brown armpit hair and a slight snails trail. 

"Your turn," I whispered to Liam. I grabbed the bottom of his Dickies T-shirt and pulled it up over his rock hard 6 pack that had a hairy brown snail's trail that was much more prominent than my own. It led right up his torso and disappeared under his T-shirt which I had only managed to get up to his nipples when I had to catch my breath. I was snapped out of it when Liam took my hands and guided them up, allowing the t-shirt to slip over his head. I stared down at his perfectly chiselled Pecs. Dark large nipples crowned the magnificent Pecs. Sparse chest hair grew on the centre of his chest and sprawled outward. I began kissing his neck. It was so muscular, I thought. As I kissed my way down, Liam groaned as I passed a round dark spot on his neck that was his defining birthmark. 

"Oh yeah," He breathed. At this point my erection was pulsating in my pants as the thought of pleasing Liam pleased me. I kissed further down onto his hairy chest, stopping to give his nipples a slobbery Hickey. Liam let out a small gasp followed my Niall telling us to hurry up. In response to Niall's request I took hold of Liam's boxer shorts and pulled them along with his jeans, down. My eyes grew wide in amazement as I saw his 9 inch uncut erect dick with thick pubic hair around it. I grabbed it eagerly with my hand and put his mushroom like head to my lips. I remembered something I had read on the internet about bringing your lips over your teeth when giving a blowjob so you don't bit the person's dick. So I brought my lips over my teeth and lowered my mouth around Liam's cock. 

"Mmm" Liam whimpered. I rubbed my tongue all over his head for a while then proceeded to swallow the whole dick. As I inserted more and more of his cock into my mouth I felt it on the back of my throat. I got to the point where my nose touched his pubic hair. I gagged, I couldn't help it. This seemed to turn Liam on as he grabbed the back of my head and aggressively guided my head up and down his dick. I enjoyed pleasing him, the groans, the sweet taste and the feel of his hard body as I rubbed his torso while blowing him. I could hear him breathing louder and faster, I knew he was close to cumming. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Liam screamed as his cock pulsed and his body spasmed as he orgasmed. I felt his man juices flood my mouth. His Cum tasted salty even unpleasant but I didn't care Liam Payne was cumming in my mouth. After 2 squirts I took his cock out of my mouth and let the rest of his cum cover the side of my face. 

"Well done," Niall said as he patted me on the back. "Now Liam it's your turn to return the favour," Niall announced.

I knew what was coming so I readied myself by lying on the bed on my back. Liam licked my navel and continued in one big lick up to my chin. He grabbed my boxers and jeans and in one swift movement he pull them off, revealing my smaller 7 inch uncut dick. My fully erect dick was not fully developed so my foreskin still partially covered my head. My black pubic hair was trimmed short just because I liked doing it like that. Liam buried his face in my crouch and inhaled my man stench. He sucked up my penis. I moaned as his tongue worked on my shaft. I could already feel an orgasm coming on. I took hold of Liam's head as if by instinct and forced it up and down. It felt so good. It was total ecstasy. I could feel my cock being filled with cum. 

"Oh yeah I'm going to cum in your mouth!" I yelled. I sweated and convulsed as the intense pleasure of the best orgasm I had ever had came over me. "OOOHHH!" I panted as I spilled my load into his cum thirsty mouth. He ate up my man juices messily. When he emerged he gave a big grin and cum dribble out of his mouth down his chin.

"Hot!" Zayn commented as Liam and I stood up. 

"There I did it," Liam said. 

"Actually you haven't," Niall insisted. "You just had oral sex. We said you have to have sex and by definition that's penetrative sex," Niall explained as he smirked. 

"What! Aww C'mon," Liam protested. I decide I should take charge of the situation and mustered up the courage to say, 

"Niall's right Liam, You have to have anal sex. But since I've had a turn cumming on Liam I think Niall should have a turn." 

"What!" Niall said shocked. 

"You heard me," I said, 

"You have to fuck Liam up the ass." Zayn snickered. 

"Yeah Niall it's your turn to have gay sex" Liam grinned. Niall rolled his eyes and reluctantly said, 

"Fine." He began undressing. He removed his plain white T, to show off a hairless torso that had the outline of a 6 pack. Niall then took his shoes and socks off and undid his belt and pulled of his trousers and jockeys. His 8 inch penis has semi hard and was surrounded by thin dark blond pubic hair.

"Right you gotta do this right," I said, guiding Liam onto the bed, laying him on his stomach. I took hold of Niall's hand and led him to Liam. 

"Okay you can't just plough on in you gotta loosen his asshole first," I explained, remembering the countless gay pornos I had seen. 

"How do you do that?" Niall asked. 

"I'll do it for you," I offered. I placed my hand on Liam's hairy cheeks and spread them open. I buried my face in his sweaty crack, loving every moment of it. I began licking his asshole. 

"What the fuck!" Niall swore. 

"This is how you do it," I explained. I continued licking Liam's very hairy asshole. 

"I need lube," I said. Niall reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a large tube of KY jelly. I took it and squeezed a little dab onto my finger. I rubbed around Liam's asshole then penetrated it with my finger, Liam gasped. I began vigorously fingering his ass hole. I could feel it loosen so I buried another finger in there. 

"Ow" Liam muttered. I kept fingering until I felt the need for another finger. With 3 fingers in his asshole thrusting in and out I felt his ass was sufficiently loosened. 

"He's ready for you," I told Niall.

I grabbed Liam's hips and pulled him up so that he was on all 4's. Niall stood at the end on the bed while Liam was on all 4's on the bed with his ass facing Niall. "Wait do we need condoms?" Niall asked. 

"Only if either of you have any STD's," I replied. 

"Ok," agreed Niall hesitantly. He grabbed the tube of KY jelly and squeezed a little onto the Palm of his hand. He took hold of his erect 8 inch cock and rubbed it up and down a few times with the lube. "A-Are you ready," Niall stuttered. 

"I guess," a reluctant Liam replied. Niall positioned his cock in-between Liam's cheeks and pushed his cock inside Liam's asshole. Niall opened his mouth in a silent moan while Liam gave a gasp that was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Niall slid his cock all the way into Liam's asshole. 

"Oh yeah," Niall muttered. He withdrew his cock and then pushed it back in. He repeated this motion first at a slow pace but, as Liam's asshole submitted to his hard cock, Niall began thrusting faster. The two boys fucked in total ecstasy letting out the occasional moan of pleasure. I stood back with Zayn and admired the two young men at work. 

"Ooohhhh YEAH!!!" Niall yelled as he began to thrust even faster. I could tell he was close to cumming. Niall's pale skin was now tinged with pink and he was now sweating. 

"I'm gonna cum!" Niall screamed. And with one last thrust he exploded inside Liam injected his creamy man juices into Liam's asshole. Niall continued with a few last thrusts to make sure his entire lusty load was deposited. 

"Aaahh," He said satisfied and withdrew his cock. I saw Liam's asshole tighten back up and a stream of white cum ran out. 

"There I did it! Happy now," Liam demanded. 

"Yeah you did," agreed Niall. I wasn't ready to call it a night. 

"Well you haven't completely done it," I interjected. 

"What do ya mean?" asked Liam. 

"You just took anal, you didn't give it," I explained. 

"He's got a point ya know," Zayn said. 

"Aaww C'mon," Liam protested. 

"Don't worry this time you get to cum in someone's asshole," I smiled. 

"What do you mean someone's?" Zayn asked hesitantly. 

"Well Niall and I have had a go, it's your turn Zayn," I said. 

Zayn didn't take much convincing, though that wasn't a surprise he is, in my opinion, the gayest of the 3 boys. He almost tore his button up dress shirt in an effort to undress. As he tore away his shirt it revealed his ebony skin. He was slender like me only he was a lot more developed. A snails trail went up his torso and turned into sparse black chest hair in-between his Pecs. He had tattoos on his right Pec. I presumed it was some sort of Arabic writing. Zayn's hairy dark nipples topped of his already perfect chest. He pulled of his jeans and underwear showing of his hairy legs and 8 ½ inch slender black cock, ringed with thick, long and black pubic hair. Zayn lay on his stomach on the bed. 

"So who's gonna loosen me?" Zayn asked cynically. 

"I thought since I gave such a good demonstration of ass loosening on Liam, Niall could do it," I said. Niall sighed but agreed to the task. Just like I did with Liam, Niall placed his hands on Zayn's cheeks and spread them apart. Zayn's mocha coloured ass was covered in black hairs that seemed to converge onto his asshole. Niall screwed his face up as he leant in towards Zayn's asshole and licked it. 

"eeww," Niall muttered. But he continued licking. Oh how he licked Zayn's asshole. He was like a lusty little puppy lapping up Zayn's hairy asshole. I couldn't help but feel proud of my little gay student. I passed Niall the lube. He lubed up his finger and Zayn's asshole. He penetrated Zayn, first with one finger then two. "Okay I think I'm finished," Niall said. I nodded and Liam took the lube off Niall and began lubing up his semi-hard cock. He wanked his cock a few times to stiffen it up a bit. I noticed Liam's cock was a lot thicker than Niall's so I knew this was gonna hurt Zayn. Liam placed his hands on Zayn's hips. 

"Hold on," I said, "Let's try a different position. I told Liam to lay on his back on the bed and Zayn to sit on top of him and ride his cock. So Zayn lowered himself onto Liam's cock. Zayn moaned in pain. 

"It hurts," Zayn whimpered. 

"It'll get better just keep going," I reassured him. Zayn began bouncing on Liam's cock and Liam Thrusted upward to receive Zayn's asshole. The fucked for longer than Liam did with Niall, probably because Liam had just came earlier. When Liam finally came he let out a groan. Zayn just sat on his cock and looked up at the ceiling as Liam spilled his load inside him. Liam's cock was still inside Zayn as I say cum dribble out of Zayn's ass and down Liam's cock. That was such an erotic sight. I wanted some of that.




More than One Erection



"There," Liam gasped, "Am I done now?" 

"Yes you can have a rest," I said, "The rest of us will keep going." Niall and Zayn looked puzzled. 

"Niall you haven't been fucked so I'll fuck you. And Zayn you haven't fucked but you have been fucked. So you can fuck me while I fuck Niall," I instructed. Zayn stood behind me and began lubing and licking my ass while I did the same to Niall. 

"We're all getting good at this loosening business," Liam commented as he watched from the bed. 

"Are you ready," I asked Zayn, 

"Ready," agreed Zayn. Without a second thought I ploughed my teenage cock into Nialls smooth white ass. His ass had a line of dark blond hair up the crack. As I entered Niall, I felt the most pleasurable feeling I have ever felt. 

"OH YEAH!" I yelled. I began thrusting. "Oh you are so fucking tight Niall OH YEAH!" I told Niall. The dirty talk seemed to have come almost instinctively. Mean while Zayn was lubing up his slender black dick. I felt the coldness from the lube on my ass hole first as he began to penetrate. Then as he pushed in I felt a searing pain race through me. 

"OOWW!" I screamed. Zayn seemed to not have noticed my pain as he drove his black slender dick inside my tight ass hole. As he thrusted more the pain began to subside and was replaced with a very strange but pleasurable feeling. We were a glorious sight, a tall, thin, hairy, Indian boy fucking a small, dark-haired, smooth-chested gay boy who was at the same time fucking a blond, decently muscled, almost hairless Irish boy. I was the first to cum. It was an amazing feeling. I felt the cum rush up my cock for the second time tonight. I exploded inside Niall. "Mmm," I whispered. Niall feeling my cum dripping out of his asshole and down his leg stood forward and let out a sigh of relief. Zayn kept pounding my asshole. I reached back and placed my hands on his hips. I had completely submitted to him and I loved it. When he came he let out a scream, the loudest of the night. He withdrew his cum drenched cock from my cum drenched ass hole. 

"That was fun," He joked.

The four of us, now exhausted from all the gay sex, climbed into the kingside bed together. Niall slept on the left side of the bed, my hand resting on his chest. I lay on my side, my ass touched Zayn's ass, who was lying back to back with me. Zayn had an arm around Liam and spooned him. In the morning I awoke, slightly hung-over and with a sore asshole. I smiled remembering the night before. Once the others woke it was all quite a rush but basically we got dressed gathered our possessions and swore secrecy regarding last night's events. I left soon after returning to my hotel room. I quietly opened the door hoping Tiffany and Alice were still asleep. They were so I quickly rushed into my bed and pretended I was asleep. When they awoke Tiffany asked, 

"What did you do after we left?" 

"Oh nothing except this one thing," I joked. 

"What?" Tiffany demanded. 

"No it was nothing just wanted to make a pun."



More Than One World



(FF, bukkake, cons, dickgirl, oral, rom, snow)

(takes place right after the final season of Gilmore Girls)

Rory Gilmore looked out of the window of her hotel room at the dark and loveless night. It was almost one in the morning. She'd had a long tiring day, and she knew she had to get up at six a.m., and yet she still couldn't sleep. So she stood there at the window, all the lights in the room turned off except for the lamp on the night stand, which cast a soft and lonely glow, and stared outward, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. There was no one walking around out there, and only the occasional car passed by on the street. The city of Tacoma seemed to her not only asleep, but perhaps dead.

She'd only been in this town for the last twelve hours or so; she and her news crew had come from Olympia, on the trail of Senator Barack Obama as he made his historical campaign for President of the United States. He was scheduled to speak at ten o'clock, and then it was on to Seattle. Rory had known when she'd first signed on with the campaign six months ago that the pace would be grueling at times, but it had most often been even worse than she'd imagined. She would be on time, of course, and follow the candidate wherever he went, but in the meantime, she needed a break. A distraction of some sort. But it didn't look like Tacoma offered anything like that.

There has to be some kind of night life here, she told herself. I just have to put on my detective hat and go find it. She turned and looked at her hotel bed. Or I could just stay here, get out my trusty dildo, and masturbate to another fantasy of Barack. Have yet another Obamagasm. She smiled at her own little joke, then almost hurried over to the door, grabbed up her purse, and went out.

*****

The area she had been looking at from her window was south of the hotel, so Rory figured the smart thing to do would be to head north, away from the nothingness. The downtown core was in that direction anyway; it was much more likely that she'd find something there, a dingy old tavern if nothing else.

She walked for several blocks, past the closed trolley station, a vacant parking garage that took up two whole blocks, two more blocks of the deserted city bus depot. She didn't see any people and she didn't see any cars. At least until she finally arrived at Ninth Street and Commerce. This area, she'd been told, was the Theatre District, and she could indeed see a few theatres, one right there on the corner, another up the hill on the next.

There was traffic here too, mostly going up and down the hill on Ninth Street, but also turning onto the next street up. She could hear voices too, people yelling and laughing; she thought she could hear music as well. She crossed the street against the light and went up to the next street, which was named Broadway. She looked down Broadway toward the noise and was pleased to see a huge sign several hundred feet away, all lit up and dazzling in the night: The Silverstone. It was obviously a nightclub.

"Eureka," Rory said to herself.

She crossed Ninth Street and started down the sidewalk toward the Silverstone. She passed a coffee shop, some antique stores and gift shops, and, of course, some drunk people loitering near cars. They seemed to be an equal mix of men and women, all around her own age. They paid no attention to her other than to look her over as she passed.

When she got to the doorway of the Silverstone she found a very large and ominous-looking man standing there, his fat arms crossed in front of his fat chest. The bouncer, obviously. He too ignored her; he was watching the inebriated ones by the cars. Rory slipped past him and entered the club.

It was exactly the kind of scene she'd been expecting: lots of lights, loud music, a capacity crowd dancing and drinking and talking and laughing. Pure and yet paradoxically controlled pandemonium. It was awesome. This was exactly what she was looking for.

Except it wasn't exactly what she was looking for; she noticed, after about twenty seconds of wading through gyrating bodies and feeling her eardrums getting beat up by some unrecognized and remarkably loud 80s tune, that the people who were paired with other people were all paired with people of the same sex.

Uh oh, Rory thought to herself as she managed to squeeze through to a stool in front of the bar, I think I may have stumbled into a gay night club. She looked around for another moment or two; nothing but boy-boy couples and girl-girl couples. Yep. A gay night club. She shrugged. Oh well, what the heck? There's more than one world in this world.

She turned and faced front and looked for the bartender. Another beefy guy, as it turned out, and not very attractive, or even friendly. When she got his attention he just looked at her without any discernible facial expression. She asked him for a Budweiser and he handed her a bottle, then held his hand out for the money. He didn't tell her how much he wanted so she just gave him a ten. He took it, went to the cash register, and returned with a buck and a half in change.

"Jeez," Rory said, "that's some expensive booze." She'd said it loud enough that, if there hadn't been the musical equivalent of Armegeddon going on all around her, he would have easily heard. Rory sighed and sipped at her beer; at least it was cold and tasty.

"Having any fun yet?" someone called to her over the music.

Rory turned and saw a girl sliding onto the stool next to hers. She wasn't exactly pretty; more cute than pretty, with a round face, a tiny nose, small green eyes. Her hair was kind of a dull orange, parted in the middle and tied into a ponytail that only reached to a spot between her shoulder blades. She was slim but not skinny, and well-shaped from what Rory could notice at a glance. Nice rack, too. She had a big friendly grin on her face and Rory couldn't help but smile back.

"I just got here," she said, leaning toward the girl and raising her voice a little to be heard.

"I've never seen you in here before!" the girl called back. "Are you new?!"

"Just passing through town!" Rory called.

The music suddenly got even louder and the girl made a face, then nearly shouted, "Let's go outside so we can hear each other!"

Rory grabbed her beer and her purse and followed the girl through the mob and, finally, outside. Once the door to the club was closed it seemed almost ominously quiet. The bouncer was gone, and so was the group of drunks. Rory's ears were ringing. The girl turned to her, smiled, and held out her hand.

"My name's Christine," she said. "'What's yours?"

Rory took her hand and said, "I'm Rory. Hi."

"Rory. That's a cool name. It's Scottish for 'red.' You don't look very red to me, though. Is it short for something?"

"My name's actually Loreli. When I was little my mom wanted to call me Lori, but I couldn't pronounce the Ls correctly and it came out Rory." Rory shrugged. "It stuck."

"Loreli," Christine said a little dreamily. "A siren's name. In German it means 'an alluring song.' " She gave Rory a flirtatious look. "It fits."

"You sure do know names, Christine. What does Barack mean?"

"Ironically, it means 'white one.' Why, are you a fan of his?"

"Who isn't?" Rory replied. "If I had my way, I'd..." She shut her mouth with an almost audible sound, then said, "Sorry."

"No, no, go ahead," Christine told her. "What would you do if you had your way?"

Rory blushed under the soft sodium glow of the streetlight.

"Well," she said, "let's just say that, if I had my way, he would have his way. And, to be politically incorrect and crude and risk sounding like a racist, he'd have it in spades."

Christine laughed, a light charming sound that made Rory laugh too.

"I know, I'm bad," she said.

"What bad?" Christine said with a shrug. "So you're into a handsome, hunky black guy. There's nothing wrong with that. And if you're gonna dig black guys, he's definitely the one to dig." She tilted her head slightly. "Have you ever made it with a black guy?"

"No, but it's one of my fondest fantasies. One I actually plan to act out one of these days. Probably not with Senator Obama, but, you know."

"Hey, he'd be a fool to turn you down, even if it would be political suicide."

"Aw, thanks," Rory said. "I think." She paused thoughtfully. "I'm kind of surprised, though."

"Cool," Christine said. "What are you surprised about?"

"Well, that you would be into guys. I mean, this place," Rory waved a hand in the direction of the night club, "is a gay place, right?"

"Sure is. But what makes you think I'm only into guys?"

"Oh, right. I guess I hadn't thought of that."

"Are you only into guys, Loreli? Cause if you are, I guess I could be wondering what you're doing here."

Rory shrugged and said, "This was the only place that I could find that was open. But, you know, I could be...well, I am straight, but...well...I guess I could be, you know, interested. In...you know..."

"In me?" Christine asked, suddenly yet casually moving very close. She put her hands on Rory's hips and nearly touched noses with her. She was about two inches taller than Rory and had to look down at her. Rory had to look up, and as she did she could feel Christine's big firm boobs barely brushing against hers. She also realized she was kind of holding her breath a little.

"I guess so," she said. "I mean...I guess so."

"I think it would be awesome," Christine said. Now she did touch her nose to Rory's, and then she kissed her, lightly, on the lips. "Wanna come home with me?"

"Actually, I should be getting back to my hotel room. I've got a big day tomorrow."

"Okay, we'll go to your place."

"That's not exactly what I meant..." Rory said, but Christine already had her by the hand and was leading her down the sidewalk, away from the night club.

"Where we going, Loreli?" she asked, but she seemed to not even hear when Rory said, "Well, we're obviously not going straight."

*****

Christine chattered most of the way back to Rory's hotel room; she was a cartoonist, she said, working for an advertising firm, but she only did that for a money job, her "real fun" was drawing adult cartoons for the internet. She could draw just about anything, but mostly she preferred popular Disney characters or dickgirls.

"Dickgirls?" Rory had gotten that word in edgewise.

"Yeah, you know, chicks with dicks. Not transsexuals, mind you, not people who used to be girls and are now guys, or guys who are getting hormone shots. I mean, women who are totally women, they have wombs and real tits and everything, they just have dicks instead of pussies. And before you even say it," Christine held up her hand in front of Rory's face like a traffic cop, "I know, it's weirdness to draw stuff like that, but hey, people draw pictures of full grown men in multi-colored bodysuits and masks all the time and nobody seems to think that's weird. And don't ask me why, either, it's really an ancient question."

While Christine went on with the details of her cartooning, Rory considered her situation: she was on the way back to a hotel, in a strange city, with a really talkative girl who'd already made it clear that she expected (or at least hoped for...no, expected) sex. Lesbian sex. Of course, Rory wasn't entirely adverse to the idea; she'd never actually had lesbian sex with anybody, but she'd certainly done her share of experimenting in her life: there was that time when she was seven and eight, when she and her friends Ellen and Linnie had all shown each other their hootchies and curiously touched each other; the time when she was twelve and she and her best friend Laura had made out in bed one night during a sleepover (it was mostly Laura's idea, and all they'd really done was french kiss and fondle each other's boobs); and of course, who could forget the many times she'd slept in the same bed with Paris, especially after she'd had a lot to drink, and let her college friend kiss her and dry hump her? So yes, Rory Gilmore had traveled on at least a side road that ran along the same route as the Lesbian Highway, even if she hadn't actually gone down that mysterious boulevard. But was she willing to make that trip now? It was a sure bet that Christine wasn't going to settle for anything less, and while Rory knew she was leaving Tacoma tomorrow and would most likely never see this girl again, it still went against her grain to disappoint someone who was so honestly interested in her. Rory was a people pleaser. But was she also the type of girl who could do a one night stand with another girl? Another guy, sure, she'd done that plenty of times since she'd started following Senator Obama's campaign. Actually, in that regard, she was a little bit of a slut. But this was different. This was a life choice.

They'd reached the front door of the hotel and Rory decided to just let whatever would happen, happen. Let her clothes fall where they may.

She led Christine inside, through the lobby and to the elevators. Christine continued to talk, holding forth now on the amazing things she expected to happen if Barack Obama should get elected President. But by the time they reached the top floor she was already onto another, though related, topic.

"How big do you think his dick is?" she asked. "I bet it's massive. I bet Michelle cried like a burn victim on her wedding night. I bet she sucks it too. She looks like a woman who would suck dick with a ton of skill. And she's so beautiful, with her dark skin. Can you imagine what she'd look like with come all over her face?"

"This is my room," Rory managed to interject, stopping in front of a door with the number 420 on it.

Christine laughed and said, "Four twenty, that's funny." She gave Rory a surprised look. "Hey, I'm a poet."

"Your gifts never seem to end," Rory said.

She unlocked the door and led Christine into her hotel room. Christine went on talking as she made her way over to the double bed. She plopped down onto it, still jabbering, while Rory went to the mini-bar and poured two glasses of wine. She brought them over to the bed, handed one to Christine, then stood by the side of the bed and sipped hers.

"Don't get me wrong," Christine was saying, "I totally dig Hillary Clinton, and in a way I'd like to see her get the nomination even more than I do Barack. First woman President and all that. But I think we need some new blood in the White House."

"Some new sexy African-American blood," Rory said, sort of surprising herself. "Not that that's why I'm with his press corps. I honestly believe in the things Senator Obama is saying about the direction our country needs to take. But I guess I feel the same way you do. I mean, about getting someone new in Washington. And as long as whoever we elect isn't just another George W. Bush crony-"

"Woah, hold on, luscious," Christine said, doing the traffic cop thing again, "I'm gonna stop you right there."

"Why?" Rory asked. "Are you a closet Bushie?"

"Of course not. At least, not in the political sense. But, you know, Dubbya is our President, and deserves to be treated with a certain amount of respect. I mean, it's not like he's an evil guy, or anything, he's honestly trying to do his best for our country."

"You'd like to suck him off too, wouldn't you?"

Instead of answering, Christine took a long drink of her wine. Then she said, "You know, Loreli, I'm really getting tired of you always drawing me into these long political discussions. What say we forget about politics and make out?"

Rory shrugged and, surprising herself again, said, "Okay by me."

She got onto the bed and Christine moved over a bit to make room for her. They sat facing each other, their legs tucked under them. Rory waited for Christine to make the first move and Christine showed absolutely no reluctance in taking the lead. She brought her hands up and touched the sides of Rory's face as she leaned closer. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes half-closed, just as she'd done in front of the Silverstone. Rory closed her eyes too, and in the next moment she felt Christine's lips once again touching her own. They pressed gently but firmly, and Rory heard herself make a satisfied murmuring sound through her nose. Then she felt Christine's tongue and she parted her lips. The soft wet thing pushed confidently into Rory's mouth, began exploring, while one of Christine's hands lighted on Rory's left breast. Rory automatically brought her own hand up, wrapped her fingers around Christine's wrist, but she didn't pull the girl's hand away. Instead, she murmured again, and accepted the fact that she was going to be having a lesbian experience after all.

Christine's other hand found its way to the small of Rory's back, and in the next moment she was turning Rory's body slightly and guiding her down onto the bed. Rory went with it, falling gently onto her back, her dark hair spilling all about her head. Christine lay on top of her, nudged her legs apart and settled herself between them. She was still kissing her, pushing her tongue in and out of her mouth, while her hands worked to get Rory's blouse unbuttoned. Rory tried to help her but Christine just lightly batted her hands away, so she settled for wrapping her arms around Christine and caressing her back.

She turned her face to the side, her eyes still closed, and let Christine kiss her cheek as she got the buttons undone. Then Christine began fumbling with the clasp on her bra; fortunately it fastened in the front, so all she had to do was get the cups apart, which proved to be a fairly simple thing for her. As soon as Rory's bra was open and her smallish breasts were bared Christine had her hands on them, cupping and caressing them. Rory slid her own hands up under Christine's shirt, moving her fingers over Christine's smooth warm skin.

Okay, she thought to herself, this isn't so bad. In fact, it's pretty awesome. Much better than those crazy fumblings and humpings with Paris.

Christine moved her lips down to Rory's breasts and began kissing them. She took one of her nipples between her lips and gently sucked on it, sending a rocket of pleasure shooting through Rory's body.

Oh man, Rory thought, I could really get into this. I might actually like being a lez.

At the same time that she sucked on Rory's breasts Christine sent one hand down to the fly on Rory's pants, deftly unfastened the button, then slid her hand down inside. She maneuvered her fingers under the waistband of Rory's underwear, then down through her pubic hair until she found the girl's pussy lips. She touched her gently, almost tentatively, sliding her fingers through her hair and between her lips as she continued to tease Rory's nipples.

"Oh," Rory murmured, feeling a warm glowing sensation spread through her body. She closed her eyes and sighed, and a small smile played on her thin lips. She was still caressing Christine's back, but now she brought her hands up and began to run her fingers through the girl's bright orange hair. It was a lot softer and silkier than she'd expected.

Christine continued to work on Rory for another minute or so, then abruptly stopped and got up on her knees. She almost yanked at Rory's pants, pulling them, along with her underwear, down to her thighs. Rory tried to sit up to help her out but Christine wordlessly put her hand on Rory's forehead and, gently, pushed her back down; she could do this by herself. She switched to Rory's shoes and socks, got them off quickly, then returned to her pants and underwear, which also came off in something close to record time. Then Christine pulled off her own top, revealing the most remarkable breasts Rory Gilmore had ever seen.

"Holy headlights, Batman," she said, her eyes wide. "Your boobs are, like, perfect."

"Naw, not really," Christine said, feigning bashfulness. She cupped her breasts in her hands, caressed them lightly. "They are pretty nice, though. If I do say so myself."




More Than One World



"You don't have to say so, I can see."

"You really dig em, huh, Loreli?" Christine stuck her chest out a little. "You can feel em if you want. Might as well, since you just stepped all over my momentum."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Rory said. "I was really getting into it."

"I'll forgive you this time. Now, go ahead and cop your feel so I can get back to business."

Rory, feeling strangely obedient, reached up and touched Christine's amazing breasts. They were warm and firm, and so large and round. She'd never felt breasts like this before. Her own breasts were nice, but they were smaller, and a little pointed. Paris's breasts were okay too, though nothing to get worked up about. But these...these were some truly awesome breasts. It was suddenly no longer a mystery to her why women became lesbians.

"Jeepers," Rory said, her voice clearly filled with awe.

Christine giggled, then grasped Rory's wrists and pulled her hands away.

"That's enough for now," she said. "If you're a good girl, I'll let you play with them later."

"Awww," Rory said, frowning.

"Hush now. I'm in the mood for a midnight snack, and I see something I really really wanna eat."

Rory couldn't help but laugh.

"You sound like a girl in a porno movie," she said.

"Oh, so you've seen my work," Christine said. She moved down on the bed a little, positioned herself between Rory's wide spread legs. "Well, now you're gonna see my best work."

With that she lowered her head down between Rory's legs and kissed her pussy. She held Rory's smooth slim thighs in her hands and began to lick her, sliding her tongue slowly up and down over the girl's netherlips. Rory gasped, both in surprise and pleasure. She lay her head back on the pillow, nearly grinning as Christine continued to lick and lap at her. The warm glowing sensation she'd felt before returned, this time with a vengeance; this time it was more like a fire that had started out small but was quickly building into a conflagration. She could feel it surging all through her, spreading out from her womb to every part of her body, humming through her bones, warming her flesh, hardening her nipples. Rory heard herself sighing and moaning, and didn't think she'd ever sounded so sexually pleased before.

"Tell me, baby," Christine mumbled into Rory's pubic hair as she licked and sucked and brought the girl closer and closer to release. "Tell me all about it."

Rory cried out, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open in a perfect O as her body trembled. She felt one, then another, then another orgasm spilling through her, crashing through her body just like giant waves.

"Did you like that, Loreli?" Christine asked.

Rory figured it was a rhetorical question but she answered it anyway, saying, "Heck, yeah. I think that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. And believe me, I've had some doozies."

"I'll bet you have." Christine paused to playfully rub her small nose in Rory's pubic hair, then said, "But like BTO once said, you ain't seen nothin yet."

"Let me guess," Rory said, still somewhat out of breath. "You have a fourteen inch double-headed vibrating dildo that dispenses cash."

Christine laughed and said, "Good one, Gilmore. I'm gonna have to remember that one. No, what I got for you is even better than that." She paused again, then said, "Except I don't have any cash, you whore."

It was Rory's turn to laugh. Christine pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, then got up on just her knees, and started to unfasten the fly on her jeans. The look in her eyes, which Rory couldn't help but notice, was one of undisguised lust. This girl really wanted her. Rory also couldn't help but take another gander at Christine's breasts. They truly were awesome. She decided it would be worth it, whatever Christine had in store for her next, if she could just get another chance to touch them. Maybe even suck on her nipples.

"I think it's official, Christine," she said. "I think I've just become a lesbian."

"Not so fast, Loreli," Christine said. Her voice was oddly low, almost cautious in its tenor. "Wait till you see this."

She pulled her zipper down slowly, then opened her fly and reached in. She seemed to be digging at her pubic hair, then in the next moment she brought her hand back out. And with it was a long hard cock. At first Rory thought it was a strap on, but then she narrowed her eyes, looked more closely.

"Yikes," she said, the note of surprise in her voice mingling with wonder. "That thing is real."

"You bet your bippy it is," Christine said. She smiled down at Rory as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down the thick hard shaft. "Fully functional, too."

"So, you're really a guy?" Rory asked.

"No, I'm not. I'm all girl. Well, mostly girl. Remember what I told you, about the drawings I do? Chicks with dicks? Well, that's what I am. I'm not a tranny, not a hermaphrodite. I was born a girl, with a womb and real tits and everything. I just have a dick instead of a pussy. It's an authentic medical condition, you can look it up. Later, though, if you don't mind. I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."

She lowered herself on top of Rory's body, her incredible breasts hanging directly above Rory's face. She supported herself with one hand while with the other she guided her cock up to the lips of Rory's pussy.

"Holy Moley," Rory said. She reached up and touched Christine's breasts, caressing them reverently. "This is literally the best of both worlds." She lifted her head up from the pillow to give one of Christine's breasts a kiss. "Can I play with them?"

"You can do whatever you want to em," Christine said, her voice low and husky. But still really feminine. She adjusted her position slightly, then began to push her cock into Rory's pussy.

Rory felt the familiar sensation of a nice big dick entering her, and she gasped with the pleasure of it. At the same time she was aware of Christine's light woman's weight on top of her, nothing like a man's weight, and of course the beautiful breasts in the palms of her hands. As she luxuriated in the feeling of a cock sliding into her she kissed and licked at Christine's hardening nipples, and thought to herself, This is sort of like a threesome, only with two people. And way more awesome.

She wasn't entirely sure how to suck on a girl's nipples; she'd never actually done it before, despite Paris's repeated requests. She figured, though, that it couldn't be too different from sucking on a dick; just use the lips and tongue, and only use the teeth for the occasional erotic thrill. That was how she liked to have her titties sucked, anyway. Her clit too, for that matter. So that was what she did, and as she worked delicately on Christine's nipples she noticed that they really did appear to be authentic female nipples. And the skin of Christine's boobs, so smooth and creamy. And the boobs themselves, so perfectly firm. There was no doubt about, Christine was one hundred percent woman.

Or, as she'd said so herself: well, mostly.

And the part of Christine that wasn't a woman was really doing a number on her. Christine had it all the way in now, and as she murmured and caressed Rory's dark hair she began to move it back out, then back in again, slowly, so slowly, seemingly cautious at first, but then with a deliberate and luxurious rhythm.

"I love fucking girls," Christine breathed. "Sticking my dick in their hot little pussies and fucking them while they suck on my tits. You like sucking my tits, Loreli?"

"Mmm," Rory replied, her mouth filled with one of Christine's hard little nipples.

"You like my dick?"

"Mmmhmm."

Christine continued to fuck Rory, saying little as she began to quicken her pace. She gasped when Rory started to nibble on her nipples, and lowered the top half of her body so that her breasts were practically mashed against Rory's face. Both girls began to moan and sigh with pleasure as the intensity of the lovemaking increased. Christine began fucking Rory harder, and harder, and Rory wrapped her slender legs around Christine's waist. She embraced her too, and pressed her nose into the soft warm well of flesh between Christine's breasts. She kissed her smooth skin and licked her even as she began to feel another wave of pleasure building inside of her. And this one promised to be even better than the last one.

"Oh fuck!" Rory cried out, lapsing into what was for her a rare occurrence of gutter language. She couldn't help it; the things that were happening within her were too huge, too brilliant and beautiful. She felt her mouth turn into a helpless grin as her body trembled and shook with orgasm. She cried out again, loud and long as the pleasure spilled everywhere inside, with no idea of what she might be saying; for all she knew she was speaking in tongues.

Christine too was making noises that signaled she was getting close to her climax, and she was fucking Rory even more intensely now, her big breasts bouncing in Rory's face. Finally, she let out a long sweet girlish moan and pulled her cock out of Rory's pussy. She moved up so that her knees were on either side of Rory's body and positioned her cock above the girl's chest. She started to stroke herself quickly, but Rory suddenly said, "Oh, let me!" She gripped Christine's long throbbing cock in her hand and started to jerk it off. Within moments Christine began to come, spurting huge milky jets. There was a lot of it, and it landed in watery globs all over Rory's face. It got in her dark glossy hair too, and when Rory opened her mouth some of it dropped right down onto her tongue. She swallowed the stuff quite willingly, and even brought her head up from the pillow to lick and suck more of it off the end of Christine's still pumping dick.

When she was finally spent Christine seemed to deflate. She fell to the side, then lay down next to Rory on the bed. Rory immediately turned and embraced her and kissed her cheek. Christine turned her head and they kissed on the lips, then Christine began to lick some of her own come from Rory's face. They began to french kiss, swapping the cum and swirling it all around their tongues and lips. Finally, Christine broke away and said, "Stop it, already. You're gonna get me in the mood again."

"That wouldn't be such a bad thing," Rory said. "In fact, it sounds like a solid plan." She leaned over Christine's belly and slipped Christine's still hard cock into her mouth. She sucked on it vigorously and Christine rested her hand on top of Rory's head, saying, "Oh, you bad bad girl." It took a while, but Rory finally managed to get Christine to come. Rory took it all in this time, swallowing every drop. When she was finished she gave the head of Christine's dick a little kiss, then fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

"Oh man," she said. But she was too tired to say anything more.

Christine was tired too. She turned on her side and draped her arm over Rory's belly, and in the next few minutes both girls were sound asleep.

*****

They were both shocked awake by Rory's alarm clock, which went off promptly at six a.m. Rory immediately leaped from the bed and began scrambling to get dressed; Christine just turned over and covered her head with a pillow.

Once she had most of her clothes on Rory shook Christine's shoulder and said, "Hey, we gotta go. I'm probably going to be late as it is."

Christine's only response was a muffled mumble. Rory pulled the pillow off her head and shouted directly into her ear, "Get up!" Christine jolted awake, shock and surprise on her face, and said, "Jeez, Loreli."

"Well, I'm sorry," Rory said, bustling around the room again, "but I really have to leave as soon as I can. The crew won't wait for me very long, and the Senator's campaign won't wait at all."

"Oh, right, I forgot," Christine said as she tried to drag herself out of bed. "You're the next Walter Cronkite."

"Hey, don't knock my Walter," Rory said. She plopped her butt down on the bed and began putting on shoes. "He was one of the great television reporters of his day."

"Uh huh." Christine scratched her head; where had she tossed her pants?

Rory got her shoes on, then stood to finish fastening buttons on her clothes. She noticed Christine just standing there, stark naked, with her weenie hanging down between her legs and her big beautiful boobs nearly within grabbing distance.

"Oh, sweetie," she said, "you're gonna have to put some clothes on, okay? You're killin me."

Christine clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, then started to get dressed. In another twenty minutes both girls were dressed and Rory had her bags packed. Christine was sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette and looking a little depressed.

"You sure you can't just catch up with your buddies later?" she asked.

"They're not my buddies," Rory answered, "they're my co-workers. Although a few of them are kind of buddyish. But no, Christine, I'm sorry, but this is my job. I have to go."

"I'm gonna miss you, Loreli."

"Awww." Rory crossed the room and hugged Christine. "I'm gonna miss you too. And not just cause, you know, you have a gizmo." She drew back and held Christine's face in her hands. "You're a lot of fun, Christine. You make me laugh and feel good about myself. You've shown me that unfamiliar worlds, even the ones you never knew existed, don't have to be scary. Plus, you kind of opened my eyes about the whole lesbian question."

"Oh, so you're a lesbian now? Did I do that?"

Rory laughed and said, "No, not a lesbian, but I'm sure going to look into it. A good reporter always follows a solid lead. Maybe I'll become a bisexual. You wouldn't happen to know where I can get the application, do you?"

Christine laughed too, then pecked Rory on the nose.

"You're awesome, Loreli. And, lesbian or not, I think you should come back to Tacoma some time to visit me. Or move in with me. Whichever comes first."

"I just might do that. But I have to do this campaign first."

"Yeah, I understand," Christine said. "And I suppose it won't be so bad. The election's only nine months away. That's not so long to be a campaign widow."

"And when I do come back," Rory said, "you can give me an interview about what it's like to be a girl with a whoozit. I could probably sell the article to The Advocate."

"I'll give you more than just an interview, you tramp."

Rory's cell phone suddenly buzzed and she pulled away from Christine to answer it:

"Hello?...yeah, yeah, I'm on my...Yes, I'm on my way, don't leave without me..." Then Rory got a look on her face like she'd just had a very bright idea. "Um, on second thought, go ahead and leave without me. I've got a little bit of unfinished business that can't wait, so...yeah, I know, but...yeah, I know, but I...oh, go fuck yourself."

And with that Rory hung up.

"Wow, Gilmore," Christine said. "Don't tell me you just got fired on my account."

"No, they don't have the grapes to fire me. They are pretty darn mad, though. But I don't care. I'll catch up with them when I feel like it."

"So, what unfinished business do you have?"

"This," Rory said, and she dropped down to her knees. She deftly opened Christine's fly and took out her cock, then sucked it until Christine came. Rory swallowed her come, then kissed the head before putting Christine's cock back in her pants. When she stood up again Christine took her in her arms and kissed her once more.

"You better hurry back, Loreli," she said.

"I will," Rory replied.

The girls kissed once more, then Rory grabbed up her bags and they left the hotel. There was a taxi right out front and Rory got into it, blew a kiss and waved to Christine, and said goodbye. Christine waved back as she watched the taxi move down the street. And as it turned the corner onto Thirteenth Street, she said softly, to herself, "When you do come back, Loreli, I won't be hard to find; I'll be the chick with the dick and the eyes red from weeping too long."



More Than Panties in Store for Him



I was in a good mood when I walked through the front door because I had finished work early for the first time in ages. I was going out for a meal with Steve, my husband to celebrate his promotion to district manager. I had been planning this evening in my head for weeks, deciding what to wear and how and when to give Tom his present. I took a bath and got ready for our evening out. I had bought him a rather expensive watch for when he got promoted but somehow I thought of a far more interesting gift. 

You see, I recently discovered my husband's fetish for women's panties. I first began exploring his fetish after noticing how turned on he would get when I walked around in nothing but my panties. He would walk around with a hard on and would jump at the opportunity to lick my pussy through the silky fabric. It's been a couple months since then and I now have him wearing his own panties every day. We have been on shopping trips together to buy him panties and I sent him on a panty scavenger hunt recently that was a hit, for both of us. Now I needed something special for him since he has treated me so well recently. 

Steve arrived home around six o'clock and I could tell that he had a long day so I undressed him and got him in the shower to help relieve some of the days stress. While he was unwinding I laid out his clothes for the night, dark slacks, a white shirt and his favorite coat and tie. Of course I picked out my favorite panties for him to wear, a black satin pair with red trim and a flower embroidered on the side of them. I loved the way that the hugged his cock which always seemed to keep him nice and horny as evidenced by the wet spot that often formed at the tip of his cock. 

When we arrived at the restaurant and we were given a secluded table at the back. It was a cozy and discrete table where we could talk intimately without anyone being able to overhear us. We ordered and had a bottle of wine while we perused the menu. I didn't want to order a large appetizer because I knew that I wouldn't be able to finish my dinner. Steve was still trying to decide if he wanted anything when I reached into my purse and handed him his present. 

"Here you go honey, this may make it easier for you to make up your mind. It may be just the appetizer that you are looking for. Go ahead and open it, let me know if you like it, I picked it out weeks ago and thought that this would be the perfect time to give it to you," I said.

Steve took the box and shook it trying to figure out what may be inside before opening it. "Hmm, what did you get for me this time sweetheart," he asked. 

"I don't think that you will get this one. I wanted to do something special for you tonight since you have been such a good husband to me, I hope that you enjoy it...go on and open it," I told him.

He untied the bow carefully and then ripped into the paper, balling it up and placing it next to him on the table. He opened the box quickly and pulled out the tissue paper a little too hard, because a black garter belt fell out of the box and landed in his lap and he was left holding a pair of black thigh high stockings in his hand. 

"Whoa, I can not believe you didn't warn me about this..." he said as he dropped the box into his lap and tucked the garter between his legs as he looked around to be sure that no one saw him. "I think that maybe this one should have waited until we got home."

"Well, I've got to disagree, I expect you to be wearing them before our dinner gets here. If not, I guess that you will be missing out on my desert when we get home. Now you may excuse yourself and don't take too long my little Pantyboy," I said with a serious look on my face. 

He looked around the room again a little embarrassed, to be sure that no one had seen what I bought him as he tucked it back into the box and headed to the men's room without saying a word to me. I ordered for the two of us and he returned to the table about ten minutes later. I watched him as he walked back to the table and I could tell that he was worried about someone being able to tell what he was wearing under his slacks. I looked too and I could see a larger than normal bulge in the front of his pants and maybe a small outline of the garters that were now holding his stockings in place. I purposely didn't talk about his trip to the bathroom and our dinner arrived moments later. The meal was fantastic and we were both full by the time dessert was offered. We decided to split a piece of chocolate cake and some coffee. 

A wicked smile crossed my face and in the discrete privacy of the darkened restaurant I placed a hand under the table and ran my fingers across his legs until I found one of the garters and then and up the seam of his pants until I found a large bulge in the front of his panties. He was really enjoying this.

"How do they feel?" I asked. 

"Honestly, I've got to say they feel pretty sexy on my legs and these garters are just driving my dick wild. I really feel very sexy and I can not wait to get home, bend you over the bed and fuck your brains out tonight," he said with sheer determination.


"I want to feel them on you and see if you are really that horny right now," I said. I scooted closer and reached across to his zipper. I unzipped it and felt the exposed satin in the front of his panties. I could just see the outline of his stiff prick in the dim light and I ran her fingernails over his panties before slipping my hand into his slacks while cupping and stroking his silky crotch. I could see from his expression that he was very aroused.

"Hmm....you do feel nice and hard. You really are stretching out the front of your panties. I bet it would feel nice to run my lips over them too. Would you like that," I asked with a smile on my face.

"Jesus, I can't we wait until we get home," he replied.

He grabbed the check and paid for dinner and the ride home was a fast one. I knew that he was thinking about how sexy his new garter and thigh highs were making him feel. I leaned over the armrest and caressed his hard cock after unzipping his zipper and pulling his pants down to his knees. He was sitting there in his new ensemble with a raging hard on. I began to caress his swollen cock and within a minute or two his hips were moving with my hand and each stroke that I made. 

He moaned a little, "Honey, you really need to stop because I don't think I can last until we get home."

I was now even more determined and I reached up my skirt and took off my own satiny panties and held them up in front of him. I made sure that he watched me as I began using them to rub his own panties again. The feeling of satin on sating was too intense for him and he gave into his urges as evidenced by the large mess he made in the front of his panties!! His black satin panties were soaked in the front and I could see and feel the warmth of his cum dripping down the side of his cock. The look on his face was sheer amazement that he had an orgasm so quickly.

"Oh my goodness Pantyboy, that was fast. I can't believe that you came so quickly. You really messed up your panties didn't you. I really hope that your cock will be able to recover by the time that we get home because I have plans for it to be put to use," I told him. 

The look on his face was one of disbelief, "I had no clue that was going to happen, when you began rubbing your panties on mine, the feeling was too intense and it was just there and then I couldn't stop it from happening."

"Well, I guess that you are going to have to sit with your mess until we get home. The garter and stockings must really turn you on, or maybe it was just the silky panties again, what do you think," I asked.

"I don't know what did it, but I am getting really turned on when you talk to me like that," he said with a serious look on his face.

"You mean when I talk to my little Pantyboy about making a big mess in his silky panties?" 

He replied honestly, "Yes, that is exactly what I am talking about."

We pulled into the driveway a couple minutes later and this time Steve was smart and pulled into the garage around back. I looked at him and said, "Take off your pants, I don't want to have to explain a spot in that area of your pants at the drycleaners."


When Steve got out of the car, stood up and took off his pants he revealed his panties fully. I bent my head to his crotch and kissed the only dry spot that I could see. I ran my lips over his satin bulge, felt his hardness beneath the thin material and found the tip of his cock. A sticky wet spot welcomed my probing tongue and I licked it, caressing the tip of his member as I did so. I told him to take all his clothes off except for his lingerie. I took him by the hand to the back of the car and bent him over the trunk. I took a step back to admire his new outfit. His legs looked much better than I thought they would in stockings. He had a very nice shape and garters held them perfectly in place. I reached between his legs from behind to rub his balls and I could feel that his cum had soaked the crotch of his panties. I stepped back and he turned part of the way around to look at me. As he did, I slid my panties back up my legs and under my skirt.

"You really made a big mess in your panties, I think that you need to clean yourself up and change you panties before I get you in the bed tonight." I kept admiring him in his garters and thigh-highs with his large bulge. "You know that one of these days I am going to have to fuck that cute little ass of yours, but now get moving inside Pantyboy," I said as I slapped him playfully on his satin covered ass.

We moved straight to the bedroom and I went to his drawer and pulled out his red ruffled satin and lace thong and tossed it to him. "Go wash that thing off and get changed. Be sure that you put your garter and stockings back on and be sure that your panties go on last after you get your other lingerie in place. I want to be able to get to you easily tonight." 

After he finished in the shower it took him several more minutes to make it out into the bedroom. I was guessing that he was having a hard time with the garters and that he had forgotten what I told him and put his panties on first. When he finally emerged, I looked at his large red satin bulge and motioned for him to come over to the bed. I leaned forward, kissing his balls. I stroked his cock with my hand, every now and then pausing to massage his thick shaft. I watched as pre-cum oozed and seeped through front of his panties again making a small wet spot in the front of them. I took my fingers from his crotch and slipped a finger inside myself and stroked my clitoris with my hand down the front of my panties.

"Well since it really turns you on to talk about the fact that you are wearing panties and now a garter and stockings, why don't you tell me what other kinds of panties and lingerie you fantasize about wearing. I think that I am going to put a finger or two in my pussy and you should start rubbing yourself while you tell me about what else you want to wear."

I reached down between my legs and began rubbing myself through my panties. "I really want to know what else would turn you on if I bought it for you or with you. You have always been a great lover, but ever since we started with this panty-play, the sex has been terrific. I know that it is really a turn on for you so give me some ideas of what to buy you next time," I told him.

"So please start rubbing yourself, I want to see that precum spot triple in size and then maybe I'll let you bend me over the bed and fuck me from behind...if you talk to me about any other panties or lingerie that is."

He began rubbing his cock slowly and firmly but I could tell that he was still a little taken back about his new outfit and the fact he was kind of masturbating in front of me. I could also tell that he was trying to figure out how to answer my question. In the meantime I continued to run myself through my panties, which were getting pretty moist and I could feel the soft fabric clinging to the inside of my lips. I began pushing a little harder and deeper and my panties began working their way into my pussy with each stroke. 

He finally tried to answer, "Well, I really like when you pick out which panties you want me to wear to work each day. I have to admit that I like the way that satin and sheer panties feel because of the way in which they rub me when I'm walking and when my pants rub them over my cock. They keep me thinking about you most of the day and by the end I really want to come home and get hold of you."

"That is a good start dear, but I want you to get more specific. Describe a couple of pairs of panties or lingerie you want to see yourself wearing." By this time my panties were wet and worked deeper in my pussy. I moved my fingers up to my clitoris and began massaging it in a circular motion, which really felt incredible.

"Well, in that case I guess that I would like a nice pair of bikini panties maybe with some ruffles around the legs or waist, and maybe a colorful tropical print pair of bikini panties, and I like panties with colored piping around the waist and legs, they are kind of fun. Of course, a nice thong or two would always be nice."

I took my hand and put it down the front of my panties, once again finding my clitoris, this time without any fabric in the way. "That is a good start, keep going," I told him.

"Well, maybe a pair or two with some phrases on them. I know that they are kind of trashy, but I think that they could be fun," he responded. 

"Hmmm....maybe I'll get you a pair of panties that say "Fuck me" and every time you want to get laid you should wear them. Or better yet, maybe when you wear them it will let me know that you are ready for me to take YOU from behind! Don't say anything yet, just keep talking about any other lingerie you fantasize about wearing. Can you see me dressing you in a sheer baby doll at night to sleep in or maybe I should make you wear a teddy out to dinner under your clothes?" As I continued to tell Steve about other pieces of lingerie I could envision him wearing, I noticed that my pussy had fully soaked the crotch of my panties and fingers were now gliding over my clitoris and the lips of my pussy. 

"Do you like your new garter and thigh highs," I asked? 

"Yes, they really feel great on my legs, but I would love to take them off and make love to you right now," he responded.

"How do they feel? Describe them to me," I told him. 

"The stockings feel so smooth on my legs and the garter belt is really a turn on, I can't really describe it. It's just very sensual. I can feel them all against my skin and it's driving me mad. I want to cum so much," he pleaded.

I moved my attention to his throbbing cock again. The small spot of precum has become pretty large by now and there was a nice dark spot at the tip of his member. I reached in and pulled it out of his panties. I gripped the base and squeezed and a small drop of precum formed on the tip. I licked it off and tucked his cock back in his panties. I once again reached between my legs and rubbed my damp panties. I gently massaged the silky material back into my pussy making sure that they were good and wet and sticking to my lips.

"So, what do you think about sleeping in a baby doll or sexy little nighty, would you try it. Maybe a satin or sheer one to let your entire body feel as sexy as your cock does when you are wearing satin panties. Or what about a satin or lace teddy under a nice suit when we go out to dinner? You know, the kind that snaps at the crotch and has a nice thong back, just something to think about since you won't be able to talk for a little bit,' I added. 

I went to the bedside table and pulled out a medium size dildo that we had purchased a couple of weeks ago but never got around to using because we wore ourselves out. It was a clear jelly dildo and was a little under 2" around and about 7" long. The base was just big enough to let it stand up on the bedside table, a size that I thought would fit in Steve's mouth perfectly without gagging him. I straddled his chest, "Alright you are going to open up you mouth and keep this in there tightly, I don't want you making my miss out on my orgasm since you owe me one for the handjob I gave you earlier in the car." 

I took the base of the dildo and placed it in his mouth before he could say anything and he held it tightly with his teeth, which rested around the rim of it. I stood up over him and took my soaking panties off and faced away from him. I lowered my pussy to the waiting dildo. I could only imagine what was going through his mind as he watched my pussy take the tip of the dildo inside of me. I slowly began working it deeper and deeper inside of me. I would pull it out a little and then push back a little harder until I had taken the full 7" inside of me. I could feel the lips of my pussy brushing his lips when I had the full length inside of me. God did it turn me on to have him in this position. I looked at myself in the bedside mirror and almost came right then. Instead, I slowed down a little and began to pay attention to Steve. His cock was still rock hard and straining to get out of its satiny prison. I reached down and pulled his panties over his garter and stocking and started to slowly stroke his cock with my soaked panties and rub my hand over his legs, pulling on his garter when I got to the top of them. 

I was on the brink of an orgasm for about 10 minutes and each time I got close, I would change my rhythm just enough to keep it at bay. Steve's hips were beginning to move rhythmically with each stroke of his cock with my panties. I moved off his cock and turned around to face him, pulled the dildo out of his mouth and mounted his swollen cock. It felt wonderful, the dildo felt great, but his cock did the trick.

I reached over to the bedside table again and grabbed the KY jelly. I took his panties and put them in his mouth to keep him from talking. I took his right hand and coated his index and middle fingers. When they were fully covered I began fucking him in earnest. "Put a finger in my ass now Pantyboy," I ordered.

I felt a finger searching for my asshole and when he found it he teased the outside and slowly worked in inside of me. He grabbed my ass with his other hand and controlled the rhythm of our movements. I grabbed the front of his garters and used them to tug on a little to remind him that he was wearing them. He immediatly began to moan and pull me forcibly down on his cock, which rubbed my clitoris against him perfectly. 

"Now I want two fingers." He pulled out his index finger and could feel the coolness of his second finger as it slid easily inside of my well lubricated ass along with the first one. This was as much a turn on for him as it was for me. I felt a warm pulsation inside of my pussy and I knew that he was cumming inside of me, which put me over the edge. My pussy began to spasm and my orgasm began to move through out my entire body. My ass began to get tense and it felt wonderful to have his fingers inside of me as my orgasm continued. It must have lasted for 15 seconds before I collapsed on his chest.

That night I lay in bed thinking about our conversation. I was glad that I had our next shopping adventure figured out and I made up my mind that Steve would soon enjoy that full feeling in his ass as I had just a little while ago.



More Than Personal



John couldn't believe his eyes at what he saw. The person standing in front of him was no longer the girl that he had hired as his secretary through a summer job program. Instead standing before him was a young woman with large full breasts that filled the low neckline of her dress. Sure he had given her advice that changing her image would help her move up in the office but he didn't expect anything like this. Nicole Goldwyn stood before him as a stunning knockout. 

"Mr. Jacobson," said the girl nervously as her boss stared wide eyed. 

"Huh," said John, snapping out of his daze, "I'm sorry Nicole, what were you saying?" 

The busty secretary smiled at her boss's reaction and leaned forward, placing her hands on his desk, giving him a good view of her cleavage. 

"I had asked you, if you were looking for a new personal assistant," said Nicole, pressing her arms against her breasts, "I'm sure that I meet your qualifications." 

She smiled as she stared deep into his eyes. 

She knew that John Jacobson was a breast man. That is why she had gone in for plastic surgery and had her medium sized boobs pumped up to a healthy set of large melons. In fact before being fired for having sex with the janitor, his last personal assistant was known for her big boobs. 

"I know how hard it was for you to fire Amanda," said Nicole, walking around John's desk to face him, "That is why I am asking you."

John had to use every fiber in his body to prevent himself from having his way with Nicole. 

She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and her tits thrust forward. 

The last thing he wanted was to have a lawsuit on his hands. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. 

"Of course," said John in a calm but stern voice, "You can have the position." 

Nicole squealed with excitement as she gave a little hop, "Thank you Mr. Jacobson." 

Though it was only a small movement, it caused her large breasts to bounce heavily in her dress. 

"You can take Amanda's old desk space," said John, prying his eyes away from the girl's chest, "I will be emailing you appointments that will need to be put into my schedule. You will be accompanying me to all meetings and conferences, is that understood." 

"Yes Mr. Jacobson," said Nicole, cheerfully as she started walking out of his office. 

"Oh and Nicole," said John, the girl stopping and turning, "If it's not too much to ask, would you mind wearing that dress more often. It fits you very well." 

"No problem sir, and thank you," smiled Nicole as she walked out of his office. 

John waited until she was out of sight before he rushed to the door and quietly shut it. 

"Damn," said John as he sat back down at his desk, "Those tits." 

He unzipped his suit pants and started stroking himself. 

The thought of having that busty young woman as his personal assistant sent him over the edge. 

A few minutes later he blew his load into the wastebasket. 

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At the age of 30, John Jacobson was the chairman and CEO of a security company that provided equipment to many wealthy investors. John was known to be more laid back than serious so he had hired a personal secretary to keep him on his feet. However there was one requirement that he expected with his female employees, boobs. In simplest terms, John Jacobson was a breast man. He would go crazy for any woman who had a pair of big bouncing tits. Some could see him as shallow but as a man in his position, John knew what he wanted and what he wanted, he would get. 

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'Hook, line, and sinker,' thought Nicole, smiling as she sat at her new desk, briefly looking down at her ample endowments, 'I knew going bigger was the right thing to do.' 

She then lifted her breasts and rested them on the desk. 

'Oh this going to be sooo much fun,' thought Nicole, smiling as she lifted her boobs off the desk and let them settle with a heavy bounce. 

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Being a personal for John Jacobson was more fun for Nicole than she would show. When she would bring in papers for him to sign, she would make sure that she would give him a good view of her large breasts in her dress. She had done as he had requested and gone out and purchased more dresses like the one she had worn. When she would show him something, she would brush her breast against his arm intentionally but make it look like an innocent gesture. Nicole knew that what she was doing was working because she would often catch John staring down the top of her dress and would feel him go stiff whenever she would brush up against him. It was clear to her that she was on her way up. 

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Having Nicole as a personal assistant was a dream for John. She would never shy away from showing off her ample assets in a low neckline. In many ways she was much better than his old assistant Amanda. Nicole would always be available whenever she was needed and would bring a sense of sexiness whenever she came around him. It wouldn't be just John that Nicole would have an effect on him. When they would attend meetings, Nicole would sit next to John and keep her breasts thrust forward to hold the attention of whoever was sitting in. Needless to say, things were a lot easier and better with Nicole. 

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John was on the phone with a client when Nicole came into his office. 

"Uh, Yes," said John, as his personal assistant walked towards his desk, her large breasts bouncing and jiggling in a black shoulder less dress with a low neckline, "Umm I'll have to call you back." 

"I have some papers for you to sign sir," said Nicole flashing her smile as she walked around his desk and placed an opened folder on top. 

"Now this one is from a meeting last month," said Nicole leaning forward and pointing to the first paper, her right breast lightly pressing into her boss's shoulder. 

John signed off on it without saying anything. 

"These next three are for research and development," said Nicole, pressing her breast completely against his shoulder. 

Again John signed off without saying a word. 

"Now this one," said Nicole , reaching across for the last paper, her breasts now near her boss's face, "Is for funding for the next 5 years." 

John wasn't paying attention as the girl's large breasts were in his line of sight. 

'Oh God, they're so big,' though John as he stared into her cleavage. 

"Mr. Jacobson," said Nicole, in a sing song voice. 

"I'm so sorry," said John, snapping out of his staring daze. 

"It's alright sir," said Nicole, giggling at her boss's attention on her chest, "They're hard to ignore." 

"My apologies," said John signing the last paper and closing the folder, "I shouldn't..." 

"Really, it's ok Mr. Jacobson," said Nicole, picking up the folder, "I understand. You're a guy, and the office can become boring." 

"I'll tell you what," said John, pulling open his center drawer and taking a key out, "Here's the key to my private lounge. Let's meet there at 7 and talk." 

"Yes sir," said Nicole, taking the key. 

"And Nicole," said John, "Let's keep this our little secret." 

"Yes Mr. Jacobson," said Nicole, flashing her smile as she slipped the key between her big boobs before walking out of the office. 

"Damn," said John once she was out of sight. 

He then reached into his pants and relieved himself into the wastebasket. 

'If things keep going as quickly,' thought Nicole, adjusting her breasts in her dress while she sat at her desk, 'I could have him to myself by tonight.' 

She then cupped her boobs and gave them a light squeeze, 'He won't be able to resist these big boobs.' 

Nicole smiled as she let her tits settle, 'Mmm, John Jacobson, you will be mine.' 

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It was 7:10 when Nicole went into the private lounge. She knew John Jacobson's routine of having an after hours drink so she sat over by the bar and prepped herself. She checked herself in the mirror. 

At 5 and a half feet she had shoulder length brown hair that surrounded an oval shaped face with a short fairly narrow nose, almond shaped eyes, and sparkling white teeth thanks to years of dental care. The rest of her body, other than her breasts, she had worked hard to get; a slender waist that filled out into an apple bottom and thinned out to a pair of slender legs. Her boobs were the icing on the cake. Before the surgery they were a good size but not enough to get her where she wanted to be, and where she wanted to be was with John Jacobson. 

He was a heart throb with a handsome face, muscular arms, chiseled pecs, washboard abs, and was rumored to have an 8 inch cock. Just thinking about what was beneath those pants made Nicole tremble. 

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting long," said John as he came into the lounge and tossed his jacket onto one of the sofas. 

"Not at all," said Nicole, flashing him a smile, "I just got here myself." 

"I'm going to have a drink," said John, walking behind the bar, "Can I get you anything?" 

"A club soda, if you don't mind," said Nicole. 

"Club soda," said John looking skeptical as he made her drink. 

"Doctor's orders," said Nicole, her eyes gesturing to her large breasts, "Can't drink alcohol for a month or I'll start swelling up." 

"Well we certainly can't have that happening," said John, pushing her drink towards her, "Besides I don't think that your dress could handle any swelling." 

Nicole laughed at the comment. 

"I'm sorry," said John, laughing with her, "That was inappropriate." 

"No, no it's ok, John," said Nicole, before realizing her mistake, "I'm sorry, may I call you John." 

"Well if I can make a comment about you and get away with it then absolutely," said John, coming out from behind the bar, "Do you, want to sit somewhere more comfortable?" 

"Sure," said Nicole, grabbing her drink and following him to the sofas. 

"So, do you like working with me," said John, "I mean I am not pushing you too hard am I?" 

"No, not at all," said Nicole, taking a drink, "and I absolutely enjoy working with you." 

"By the way, I am sorry," said John, making a gesture on his chest, " For the whole... staring." 

"John, I told you before it's perfectly fine," said Nicole, brushing her hair away from her shoulders, "That's what they're there for." 

John was lost in the moment as he stared at Nicole's breasts. 

They were certainly much bigger than Amanda's. 

"John," said Nicole in her sing song voice. 

She giggled at her boss's staring. 

'I got you right where I want you,' thought Nicole, putting her club soda on the glass table and moving over to John's sofa, sitting next to him. 

John's eyes went wide as the girl's big boobs were inches from his chest. 

"You know John," said Nicole, in a seductive tone, "There's a reason that I went and got my boobs done." 

"There is," said John, his eyes locked onto her cleavage. 

"Mhmm," said Nicole, moving her chest closer to his, "I got these big tits because I knew that you would like them. I know that you're fascinated with big boobs John." 

"Oh," said John, nervously. 

'He's all mine now,' thought Nicole. 

"I don't just want to work with you John," said Nicole, her breasts lightly touching his chest, "I want to be with you." 

She smiled as she pressed her tits against his chest and gave him a kiss before pulling away from him. 

"Wow," whispered John, stunned by what the girl had just done. 

He had been with a number of women but never had he felt the electricity that he was feeling from this one. 

"Nicole, let me make myself perfectly clear," said John. 

Nicole started to feel dread as she half expected him to turn her down. 

"If we do this," said John leaning in towards her, "We must keep it a secret." 

Nicole smiled and bounced lightly in her seat. Once again the slightest movement sent her breasts into a frenzy. 

Nicole giggled as she grabbed John's hands, "I suppose that I should introduce you to these big girls." 

She then placed his hands on her boobs. 

John took over as he cupped Nicole's tits. 

"Do you like them," said Nicole, pushing her chest forward. 

"Oh Yes," said John, feeling the fullness of Nicole's large breasts, "They must have been expensive." 

"They were," said Nicole, placing her hands on his, "But they're worth it." 

"You know Nicole there are things that I would like to do," said John, lightly squeezing Nicole's big boobs, "To you and to these." 

He then pulled his hands away, "But first let me turn off the cameras." 

John then went over to a panel by the door and flipped a number of switches while Nicole unzipped the back of her dress and pulled down the top half. 

John nearly froze when he saw Nicole's breasts encased in a strapless bra. 

"Like I said John," said Nicole, adjusting her bra, "I know that you're a breast man, so I know what you want. Now why don't you come over here and show me what you have inside those pants. I'm sure it will go well with my boobs." 

John went over to the sofa and unzipped his pants, pulling out his 8 inch cock. 

"Wow," said Nicole, looking at her boss's manhood with fascination. 

She leaned back and whispered, "Take my boobs for a test run." 

"Are you sure," said John straddling his personal assistant. 

"Yes," whispered Nicole, "Fuck my big tits." 

John didn't hesitate as he shoved his dick in between Nicole's large breasts. 

"Oooh," gasped Nicole. John then grunted as he started thrusting in between her big boobs. 

"Ooh, Ohhh, Uhh, Oh John, Uhhh Yes," moaned Nicole as her breasts bounced with each thrust. 

John started to moan and breathe heavy as he continued to thrust. 

"C'mon John, give it to me," whispered Nicole as she started to breathe heavy. 

John moaned as his cock erupted between Nicole's breasts, spurting cum into her cleavage. 

"Ohhh John, Uhhh Yessss," moaned Nicole loudly as she climaxed. 

"Ohhh Nicole," moaned John as his dick emptied between her boobs. 

"Mmmm," moaned Nicole softly. 

"Wow," said Nicole sitting up and wiping her tits clean with a napkin, "That was great." 

"It's getting late," said John, looking at his watch, "We should get going." 

Nicole stood up and turned her back to John, "Care to zip me up." 

John obliged and zipped up Nicole's dress. 

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As they stepped out of the elevator into the parking garage John turned to Nicole, "Remember not a word of this to anyone." 

Nicole smiled as she zipped her lips. 

"I'll see you tomorrow," said John turning and walking away, "Goodnight Ms. Goldwyn." 

"Goodnight Mr. Jacobson," said Nicole. 

The End.