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Movie Night

By: Chrissy1066



I want you in a nice and relaxed mood. I would like this to be the perfect night that we both could have. I would like it to be an all day thing. You calling me in the morning so I can hear your voice and get all hot, wet and excited. Then at some point during the day get a surprise from you. I would love to hear your voice at some point during the day. I have plotted all day on how to serve you and meet your needs when you get home. 

I would arrive home just before you. I would jump in the shower and get cleaned up. My finger nails and toes nails painted waiting for your inspection. When I got out of the shower I would put some makeup on, some perfume and have my hair done very nicely. I would put on something sexy for you with my collar around my neck. I would have my leash in my hand. When you walked through the door, I would be on my knees. I hand you my leash. You put my leash onto my collar then I asked if I might suck my Master's cock. 

You nod with a smile and I unzip your pants and gently pull your cock out of your pants. I begin to suck it and you then begin to go in and out of my mouth. You seem to enjoy my mouth very much. I can feel your cock getting harder and harder then it explodes in my mouth. I must swallow every drop or be punished. I swallow all because I do wish to make my Master happy. I do however, wish to be punish if my swallowing is not done to his liking. I would hope that I did it to your liking though. After I have finished satisfying your needs for the moment you allow me to standup and follow you into the living room. You tell me what it is you like and I get it for you. When I have returned and handed it to you, I ask where you would like me to sit. You tell me to sit on the floor by your feet and begin talking. I ask if my Master would like a back rub, so I give one to you. I would like you to be completely relaxed and enjoy the evening. 

You turn on the television and there is nothing there so you tell me to put on a skirt with no panties on, get my clamps and place them on my nipples then to put on a loose fitting sweater. We are going to the adult store then to the video store for a movie. I have no panties on to remind me of who's white pussy it is, It is yours Master I tell you. The clamps are to remind me of the nice pain that you can bring me for either pleasure if I am good or punishment if I am bad. These are your white tits, I say Master. I wish to please you Sir! 

We head out for our journey to the store. As I sit in the car you tell me to spread my legs so I get a cold breeze between my legs. When we get there you make me lift my skirt up in the back ever so slightly and you smack my white ass. We go into the adult store and you find some toys you like. I say please take this white body and play with me the way you like Sir. You find a dildo that you would like in my ass and some Velcro straps. After we are finished at the adult store we go to the video store. While on the way there you tell me to sit with my legs spread apart again so I can feel the cool breeze going to my pussy. You take your hand and place it up under my shirt and pull the chain to the nipple clamps and tell me that these are your white tits, slave. I say Yes Master. We pick out a movie then go home. You put the leash back on me as we sit in the car in front of my house. I unlock the door and you tell me to go in front of you. As I start walking up the stairs you tell me to stop and pull up my skirt. Yes Master, I begin pulling up my skirt and you bend me over and take my leash and smack my white ass with it making it red. 

I say thank you Master, I wish to humbly serve you. You spread my legs and begin to play with your pussy, making it wet and hot. You take your fingers and shove them into your pussy then taking them out all wets and putting them into my mouth. I suck off my juices. You continue to spread my legs and then taking the end of the leash and smacking my pussy with it then making my ass beat red. Take off you sweater, sub. You tell me to sit on the stair, knowing it will sting to sit. Yes Master I say. As he pulls his cock out of his pants he grabs Missy's head and tells her to suck your Masters Cock, my pet. I sucked it and watched it as it got harder and harder. You pulled your cock out of my mouth as you began to cum. You grab the chain to the clamps and begin to pull them hard as I finish jacking you off on my tits. Oh God, Master it feels so good and I am so happy to see all you're cum on my tits and the pain that you are giving me feels so good too. 

We go up stairs and you turn on shower and tell me to get into the shower. You follow right behind me. I wash you first and make sure that you are clean then I wash myself. We get out and dry off. You tell me that I must remain with no clothing on for the rest of the night. The only thing I am allowed to wear is Master's collar and leash. Yes Sir:) 

You put the collar and leash back on me. I ask if I may get my Master anything before we watch the movie. Per your request I get it for you. You put in the movie as I get what you asked for. You are sitting on the on the couch. When I come back into the room, I ask, Master where would you like me to sit? You say sit right here sub, pointing next to you. During the movie you played with me reminding me that you receive pleasure from your white sub/slave. 

When the movie is over, you instructed me to go into bedroom and get onto the bed. You brought in the new toys that you had just purchased. You spread my legs and tied them to the posts on the bed. You took my arms and tied them to the other posts on the bed. You put the clamps back on your white tits. You put clamps on my pussy lips to have my clit exposed. You took some ice and put it on my nipples then on my clit. 

Once my clit was hard you took the end of my leash and lightly smacked your white pussy. You made me very aroused to the point of cumming but stopped. May I please have your cock in my mouth Master? Yes, you say my white sub/slave. You straddle me and stick your dick in my mouth and begin to fuck my mouth. You pulled your dick out of my mouth and shoved it into my hot, wet and slippery pussy. There was a dildo in my ass, my pussy lips were spread wide open and my clit was very hard. I was so turned on and your felt so good inside. You pulled out and put your cock into my mouth and told me to clean your cock off. While I suck the juices off your cock, you play with my clit and tell me to cum on demand. You took your fingers and shoved them up into your wet pussy to get them wet. 

You whisper in my ear that I am your slave. You untied me you command me to get onto all fours. You shoved your cock into this hot, wet and slippery pussy and begin to fuck your slave. Taking the leash and occasionally smacking my ass and then grabbing the chain from the nipple clamps and pulling it. You began to cum and told me to roll over. You came all over my face. When you are all finish, you instruct that as a reward, I must wear the Master's cum all day and remain nude. As, Missy lies there she accepts her Master's orders. He comes to her, sits on the bed and holds and caresses her. They fall asleep in each other's arms for a short nap. 

Movie Night



Lorelei came out of the bedroom, toweling her hair dry. She felt clean and refreshed; after the long day at work, she'd jumped into the shower almost before she'd had her clothes off. Now she walked into the living room to find her boyfriend, Levi, watching TV. 

"Hey sweetie," she said, "when did you get home?" 

"Ah, just a few minutes ago." He looked up. "Good day?" 

She made a face, and walked behind the counter to their tiny kitchen. Levi watched her rummage through the fridge, bending over to look at the back of the bottom shelf. Coming out of her shower, she'd changed into one of his t-shirts, which came down to her thighs, but hadn't put on any pants. Her legs weren't long—she barely reached 5' 2"—but they were shapely, and were topped by that sweet round ass that he loved. 

"Are you hungry?" she called over her shoulder, while she sniffed the contents of some Tupperware. 

"Nah, I grabbed something on the way home."

Lorelei stood up and glared at him over the counter. "Are you sure?" she asked, raising a brow. Levi had the tendency to 'forget' to eat, and she was constantly on his case. She put her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. 

"Maybe?" Levi avoided her eyes, but had a grin on his face. He turned his attention back to the screen, but jumped a moment later when she dashed from the kitchen and tackled him. 

"What was that?" she said, tickling him. "Maybe?" She sat on top of him, straddling him while she dug her fingers into his ribs. He could easily fight her off, being nearly a foot taller and a longtime expert at kung fu, but he rolled on the floor laughing and only feebly attempted to stop her hands. 

When they were both winded, Lorelei climbed off, and let Levi sit up. "What are you watching?" she asked.

"Nothing, yet. I just got back a few minutes before you came out." Levi leaned back against the couch, his curly brown hair disheveled from their wrestling. Lorelei reached out and brushed some off his face, her own damp black hair curling slight around her shoulders. She crawled in front of him, pulling his legs apart and sitting between his thighs so she could lean against him. 

Lorelei settled back against Levi's warm chest and smiled contentedly. It'd been so long since they'd had time to just stay at home together and relax. She tilted her face up at Levi, who was watching TV over her head, and kissed him on the chin. He smiled at her.

"Hey," he said gently, and kissed her forehead. Lorelei closed her eyes and leaned back again, and Levi wrapped an arm around her waist. They were sitting on the floor, Levi leaning back against the couch, and her sitting against him between his legs. "What do you want to watch?" Levi asked. "Should we take advantage of On Demand, and pick a good movie?"

"Only if it's a good dirty movie," she replied. Levi grinned down at her head and switched the channel. 

"Hmm," he said, "doesn't look like there's much on.... Maybe on the HBO late night list?" Lorelei hummed her assent, idly stroked his bare arm. She loved how it felt under her fingers, how it was hairy and muscled, and how warm it was against her. 

On the screen, the words Harem Keepers flashed, while badly appropriated music started in the background. A woman dressed in a cheap belly dancers outfit was shrinking in fear as men vaguely dressed like harem keepers—who should've been eunuchs, but hey, this was porn—surrounded her. They lifted her up and carried her to a padded pedestal, where they laid her out on her back, her legs and head hanging over the edges.

Levi had his cheek against his girlfriend's hair, which released a light scent of some type of fruit every time moved his head. He smiled, watching the girl on screen open her mouth to take the 'eunuch's' erect cock into her mouth, knowing how this must be turning Lorelei on. She was sliding her feet up his calves, sliding his pants up to bunch around his knees, and rubbing her bare feet on his legs. Levi moved the arm around her waist to cup her breast through her shirt. They weren't large—she was always complaining that she looked disproportional because she was smaller on top than on the bottom—but they were warm and round, and fit nicely into his hands. He put the remote control down and began playing with her other nipple through her shirt. 

Lorelei began breathing hard, her head tipped back against Levi's shoulder. Her breasts were always sensitive, and having both nipples stimulated at once always made her uncontrollably horny. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands, and gripped his thighs with her own hands, kneading them. Levi slid his hands down her body, while she mewled her protests, but he only went as far as her thighs, where he grabbed the edge of her shirt before pulling it over her head. Now Lorelei was nearly naked in his lap, wearing what he recognized as a black thong, which she knew he loved.

Lorelei moaned as her boyfriend began playing with her bare breasts. Levi was squeezing her nipples lightly between his fingers, each pinch and tug making her crotch tingle. She knew she was wet; she could feel the moisture seeping out, and moving her legs made the slick, swollen lips rub against each other, sending shivers through her limbs. Levi cupped her breasts and rolled her hard little nipples with his thumbs, while he kissed her ear and neck. 

"Oh God," she moaned. "Levi, I'm so wet..."

Levi trailed his right hand down her side until her reached her hip, where the thin satiny strap of her thong held the small swatch of fabric that covered her. He ran his fingers along the strap until he reached the front, and rubbed her through the fabric, lightly running his fingers over the swollen, sensitized lips, all the while playing with her nipple. Lorelei writhed, and when he delved into her panties to reach his true destination, she arched her back, grinding her ass against his crotch. Levi felt his cock stirring at the feeling, and he ran his fingers up and down Lorelei's slit, before moving lower, toward her entrance. God, she was wet. He pressed in slightly, and moved back upwards toward her clit, trailing her wetness after his fingers. 

He circled her clit with his fingers, spreading her juices, before he began rubbing the tip of the swollen nub. He pinched it lightly, before the wetness forced the swollen clit to slip out from between his fingers. Lorelei cried out then. She turned around and, facing him, pushed Levi down so that he was lying flat on the ground. She followed him down, kissing his face and neck, before hungrily licking and kissing his mouth. Levi ran his hands up and down her body as she held herself over him, reaching down to give her bare ass cheeks a squeeze. 

Lorelei turned herself around again, this time on all fours. She wanted to get to his penis before it got too hard. She knelt over him, her head over Levi's groin, fumbling with his belt buckle and fly before finally pulling his semi-erect cock out. It was hot in her hands, the skin velvety soft. A clear drop of precum had squeezed out of the tip, and she lowered her mouth to lick it off. Levi began rubbing her thighs, on either side of his head, before reaching up to cup her ass. Lorelei took that as a go ahead, and dropped her head, taking his cock into her warm, welcoming mouth. 

She moaned around it, feeling his thick hot penis against her tongue. Lorelei loved it most when she got it in her mouth before it was fully hard. He got to be 8 inches, and too thick for her to suck all of it into her mouth. But right now, her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and she could smell him as she tasted him, feeling him growing in her mouth. She moved her tongue along the top of Levi's penis, not moving her head. Precum was slowly oozing out at the back of her throat, and she could taste the salt that she so craved. She worked her throat and tongue, massaging his cock as it lengthened and hardened. She began moving her head up and down slowly, letting it slip out of her mouth before quickly swallowing the length of it again, sometimes stopping to run her tongue over the underside of the head. 

Levi lay back and groaned as she opened his pants and pulled out his cock. "Aah...Lorelei..." he breathed. "Yessss....suck it." He knew she loved feeling it harden in her mouth, and loved the taste of his salty precum. He looked up at her vagina, a stain growing on the crotch of her panties as her juices seeped through. He reached up to cup her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, before he ran his finger under the thin strap and moved the crotch aside to bare her wet slit. Her lips were dark and swollen, pouting outward to reveal the shiny pink entrance. Lower down, he could see her clitoris, wet with her juices. Levi reached up and flicked his tongue over her clit, licking it with the tip of his tongue. 

Lorelei let out a high moan around him, bobbing her head up and down, and he could feel it reverberating in his penis. He pulled her hips lower, and she spread her knees, so that her cunt was spread over his face. Levi tilted his head and buried his tongue in her hole, wiggling it and trying to go as deep as possible. Lorelei groaned and threw her head back, letting his heavy penis fall from her mouth. Levi returned to her clitoris, licking it with the flat of his tongue, before suckling it between his lips. The intensity of his mouth on her cunt made Lorelei shudder, and she hung her head, panting, before she suddenly pulled away. 

"Let me...." he heard.

Levi looked up, seeing her ass, with those tasty lips slick with her cunt juices peeking out from underneath, sashaying down his body as Lorelei crawled downwards toward his feet. When her hips were level with his, she reached underneath her to grasp his 8-inch hard-on and direct it toward her vagina. He felt her small hand gripping the base of his cock, and watched as she slipped the swollen head of his penis up and down her dripping slit, over her clitoris and back, before she directed to that tiny hole that would stretch—enormously—to accommodate his thickness. 

He watched as she sandwiched the engorged head between her slick lips, and lowered her hips. She was balancing herself on his legs, gripping them with both hands, increasing the pressure as she let her weight down. Levi felt a moment of resistance as the blunt head pressed against her, and then incredible warmth and wetness as it slipped inside her. 

Lorelei's head fell back and she held herself in place, kneeling over his thighs, with only the head inside of her. She licked her lips, and then caught the bottom one between her teeth, as she slowly began to lever her hips up and down, looking over her shoulder at Levi as she did so. He was leaning back, propped up by his elbows, eyes shuttered as he breathed through his mouth. She returned her attention to the hard cock teasing her entrance and she moved her ass down just enough to get that really thick part of his cock, a little behind the head, through the tight ring of muscle inside her. She couldn't suppress a cry at the feeling, she repeated it, lifting up until the head was almost out of her, and then taking his cock up to that halfway point, just as slowly, so that the thick 'ridge' slipped back and forth inside her, until she was keening loudly, letting out a cry at every shallow thrust.

"Oh god Levi, augh its feels so good..."

Levi could feel her muscles gripping him, and he couldn't stand the slow torture. He was sitting back and watching, a spectator, so to speak, except for the excruciating pleasure he felt each time he felt her tight cunt pass over the head. He also had the pleasure of watching that tight round ass, cleaved by the black line of the simple thong, undulate over him, his cock disappearing tantalizingly into her vagina, only to have her reverse the motion before he was fully inside her. He sweated as he watched his cock sink into her over and over again, while pearly beads of her juices rolled down the base of his dick to dissolve into his curly pubic hair. He could almost imagine that he felt those individual drops, teasing, sliding, and caressing him where he wanted the slick walls of her cunt the most. 

Finally he couldn't take it anymore. Growling, Levi sat up, grabbed her hips and slammed her down in one motion. Even through the haze of sexual satisfaction he felt at being fully seated inside her, he enjoyed watching Lorelei back arch in front of him, that smooth furrow that girls seemed to get naturally, leading all the way up to where her head was thrown back, her black hair caressing her shoulder blades. Levi learned forward to kiss her back, and rested his head on her, just taking a moment to feel her hot, wet, sex grip him, spasming around his thick length. Using his hands, he began pistoning her ass, thrusting into her the way he'd been wanting to since he'd looked up to find her wearing his t-shirt and a thong. 

Lorelei gasped in surprised as she suddenly felt herself filled. God, she was full. He was sitting up behind her, so that she was forced forward, and she felt his large hot hands squeezing her hips and pulling her back against him. When he began thrusting into her, moving her hips so that she rocked back and forth, she fell on to her hands, and she hung her head, her mouth open as his thrusts forced out cry after cry. The intense feeling of Levi inside her, the friction of his cock against her cunt, was driving her crazy. She reached down and stroked his balls, which were slick from her wetness, as was everything else. 

Levi was panting as he pumped her hips, feeling himself push into her over and over again. When he felt Lorelei's fingers brushing his balls, stroking them, and then lightly tugging on them, he knew he was close to cumming. 

"Lorelei.... I'm gonna...I'm..." he gasped.

"Yes Levi, yessss...." Lorelei tried to move her hips faster, but he gripped her hips, sitting her back in his lap. He reached up to grab her tits, not really concentrating on them, considering his state, but massaging them and rubbing the hard little nubs with his palms. Lorelei let out a little frustrated cry as the furious thrusting slowed, but the dual stimulation of her nipples was intensifying the feeling in her cunt. She called Levi's name pleadingly, want more of him pumping into her. 

Levi was breathing hard. He was so close to cumming but he wanted to make her cum first. The break had helped and now he had regained some more control. Giving her nipples one more tweak, he slid out of her a bit, pulling his lower body back so that he could slide his legs out from under her. Lorelei gave a small gasp as she felt him pull out, but he quickly regained his position, this time kneeling behind her.

Levi slid back into her again, this time all the control belonging to him. He smoothed his hands over her hips, caressing them lovingly, looking down at his cock dipping into her. He loved this position because he could touch Lorelei to his hearts content. And, it usually made her scream. He teased her bottom a moment longer, watching her shiver under his soft touch, before suddenly ramming into her. She let out a cry of surprise, and he watched as his hips impacted into her ass, making the flesh ripple a little. Levi pulled out again and repeated the action before really getting a good grip on her and thrusting wildly into his girlfriend. 

Lorelei hung her head and shook as Levi pounded into her. She could feel him, so deep inside, and she felt so helpless just kneeling there and taking it. She countered his motion by thrusting her hips back at him, so that each thrust really was an impact, her ass smacking back against him as he invaded her. A low guttural cry escaped her as the friction became too much, and her elbows gave out. Levi continued to drive his thick cock into her, pushing so hard that she was soon lying flat on the ground, and he was levering his hips up and down for each thrust. Lorelei began screaming. 

"Aaahhh! Levi! Oh...oh....faster! AAAH!" Levi really worked her, pummeling her with his penis. This position had him driving directly against her G-spot, which, despite being a so-called myth, definitely existed for her. It was most sensitive to repeated pressure, and his thrusting undeniably 'hit the spot'. 

"Levi! Leviiii!" Lorelei screamed hoarsely. Her hands were gripping the ratty carpet, her forehead pressed against the ground as her chest heaved. The sensation between her legs was overwhelming and she gulped air between cries. She was moaning continually with the last few strokes, and her legs began to spasm as she came.

"Lorelei! I'm...cummingg.....unh...ah..ah..." Levi felt his balls tightening and he pushed a few more hard strokes, feeling her tighten and convulse around his penis, and he spurted his hot sperm into her. He gripped her hips and arched into Lorelei with the last surge of his orgasm, before rolling off her. 

They both lay panting on the carpet, Levi still partially lying on Lorelei. His leg was draped over her hips, and she lay on her stomach with her cheek pressed into the ground, legs slightly apart. She could feel the tremors of the orgasm running through her body, and her vagina was definitely pulsating. Each movement brought a reminder of the intense orgasm she'd just had and Lorelei just laid still and tried to regain enough energy to get up. After she had caught her breathe a little, and felt like she was able to move again, she rolled on her side, too, and faced Levi.

Lorelei reached down to grab Levi's now wilting penis. It was hot and sticky, and he gasped lightly as her cool touched his over-sensitized head. Semen was still oozing out a little, and she wiped it off with her finger, enjoying his quick intake of breath, before bringing it to their mouths to taste the mix of their juices. 

"Yum," she breathed, as she sucked her finger, and offered him the rest. Levi was sweaty and the look on his face was that of a sated man. Levi licked them, tasting the bitter salty fluids, but enjoying it for what it was. Lorelei slipped her fingers back out of his mouth and replaced them with her tongue, licking his lips and tasting herself on him. She sighed and cuddled close to him. Levi obligingly wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her against him. 

On the screen, the credits were rolling.

"Ready to watch another movie?" 



Movie Night



The use of the word "daddy" in no way reflects an actual incestuous relationship. It's just a bit of kink for the characters.

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The tall man turned on the shower and stepped inside. He stood under the spray and moaned in pleasure as the hot water soothed him. He heard the shower curtain move and he turned, letting the water pound on the back of his neck. He smiled at the pretty lady who stepped in.

"Hi Baby."

"Hello my love, long time no see." She giggled. He rolled his eyes and wriggled his eyebrows comically. They had just spent the afternoon together, making love, talking and smiling at each other. Acting like they hadn't been in love for years. She hugged him and he turned her so she was standing under the water. She gasped at the heat then gave the same moan of pleasure he had.

She stood limply, enjoying the heat. He slipped his hands to either side of her face. His palms cupped her jaw, his thumbs stroked her cheeks ad his long fingers wrapped around the back of her neck. He tipped her head back, gently soaking her hair. He leaned over and kissed her mouth lightly, then nibbled her lower lip. Her fingers came up and tangled in the hair on his chest.

When she was panting and pressing against him he broke the kiss. She whimpered, "That's not nice!"

He just laughed. He picked up her shampoo with one hand and turned her with the other. He poured a generous amount on the top of her head and set about working it into her hair. He covered every inch with a rich lather and massaged her scalp. She swayed with pleasure. Then he stopped.

"Done."

She turned, closed her eyes and lifted her arms to begin the process of rinsing. "Thank you baby."

He grinned and reached for her. He stroked breasts. She squeaked in surprise but didn't stop him. He rolled her nipples between her fingers, teasing her as she rinsed her hair. When she finished she slipped her head back down and glanced up at him through her lashes. She smiled innocently. 

He laughed. "I don't think so little girl!"

"Whaaat?" She was the picture of innocence.

He frowned at her. She sighed with a small pout. He turned around to pick up the soap and grinned to himself. Soap in hand he turned back to his lover. He switched places with her and set her so her back was to him. 

"Put your hands on the wall, baby, spread your feet." His voice was soft and, as always, she was unable to resist him.

She did as she was told, supporting herself lightly with her hands. He soaped his hairy chest, creating a thick layer of bubbles and pressed against her back. He rubbed her back with his lather covered fur. She groaned. His lather hands slipped around her body. He cleaned her thoroughly. Every inch and every crevice.

He slid his fingers between hers as he washed her hands. Tickled her armpits, makign her giggle and squirm. He stroked her throat, cupped her breasts and washed her belly. His front scrubbed her back as his hands moved over her. He skipped her pussy and bent down to wash her legs, tickling the bottoms of her feet.

His hands worked their way up. He stood behind her again and cleaned her ass. He cupped her cheeks then slid her fingers between them. Long slow strokes up and down the length of her crack. He pressed against the wee rose bud, making her moan. He moved his soapy hands to her puss and washed it thoroughly. He caressed every fold, pinched and pulled on her lips and paid close attention to her clit.

He held her up with one arm while he teased her clit. She came with a small scream and he pulled her backward into the water to start the process of rinsing her. He moved his hands over her, stroking away the bubbles. 

She turned and looped her arms around her neck. "mmmmmmmm I love showers with you darling." She smiled into his eyes and then kissed him passionately. "And now it's my turn!"

"Yeah man it is, " he spoke softly, smiling down at her, "I can hardly wait."

She grinned and pulled his face down to hers for another kiss. He bit her lower lip. She moaned and kissed him harder. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to bite her neck hard, then he shoved her back, gently. 

She gasps and sways a little before opening her eyes. "Daddy, you are a wicked man!" As he laughed at her she picked up the soap. She lathered her hands. "Bring that gorgeous bald head down to my level please!"

He lowered his head and she gently scrubbed his scalp. She tickled behind his ears then tipped his chin up. With two fingers from each hand she washed his face. She stroked his forehead, from the center out to his temples. She moved down his temples and over his cheek bones. She washed his face carefully, avoiding getting soap anywhere that might be uncomfortable. Her eyes never left his while she did, even when he closed them in pleasure.

She stroked his throat and he stood straight again. She ran both hands down his right arm after scrubbing his armpit. She washed his hand while he rinsed his face. She scratched his palm lightly with her fingernails. It took both of her hands to cover one of his in lather.

One hand chased the other across his collar bone and down his other arm. Unable to resist touching her he stroked her cheek with his free hand. She smiled up at him and re-lathered her hands to do his chest. She ran her fingers through the thick mat of hair. She teased his nipples and scrubbed his belly.

She knelt and ran her hands up and down his long legs. The back of her hand brushed his balls and he sucked in a breath.

"Turn please." Her soft voice caressed him almost as well as her hands.

When his back was to her she gripped an ankle and tugged gently. He lifted his foot and she cleaned it. Then up the back of his leg. His other foot and leg were washed in a short but sensual time.

She knelt upright and began to wash his ass. She kneaded his cheeks, lifting and separating them. She ran her fingers over the crack, from his sac all the way up to the small of his back. She did it repeatedly, lingering at his little hole. He shivered. She used the water cascading down his back to rinse him. Then she replaced her fingers with her mouth. She bit his bum, giggling when he jumped. Then she spread his ass open and licked him from just above the hole to the small of his back. She buried her face in him and tongued the little pucker while she stroked the flesh between her tongue and his balls. He moaned, his cock starting to thicken. 

She stopped.

"Turn please."

He groaned but did as she asked.

Lather covered, slick hands gripped his balls lightly. She rolled them around in her hands. He moaned and stroked his hardening cock. She lightly slapped his hand away and grinned up at him.

"Okay mama." He spoke softly and contented himself with watching her.

She washed and rinsed him. Then she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock between her lips. She bit him hard, like she was going to take a chunk out of him, like he loved. She immediately soothed the spot with her tongue. She did it again and again until the head was purple and swollen. Until the look in his eyes changed from amusement to hunger. She started working on taking him into her mouth. He helped, pushing his cock into her face.

Her hands on his balls, her mouth on his cock – her tongue working him over – and the hot water pouring down his back drove his sense of pleasure though the roof very quickly.

His knees grew weak as his balls tightened. "Watch out baby, I'm gonna cum!" As usual, he tried to pull away. She made him stay and he exploded in her mouth. Globs of hot cum hit the back of her throat, filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop and cleaned his cock.

She stood and rinsed her mouth in the spray of water while he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. She turned off the water and took his hand. "Come one baby, let's go watch our movie." He wrapped her in a huge towel and rubbed her dry with the soft terry, teasing her while he did it.

She kissed him hard in thanks. "I'll get the stuff we need, Daddy." 

"Ok little girl." He grinned. The nickname was a bit of kink for her. He towered above her 5'8" with his 6 foot, 7 inch frame. He was the only man who ever made her feel little. She zipped off to gather things. He dried off and went to start the movie. He sat in his big chair in front of the TV and arranged a large cushion so that it sat between his feet. He settled back to wait for her.

He didn't have to wait long, she came back shortly, carrying a tray. On the tray was a small bottle of skin cream, two tall glasses of green tea, a couple of thick sandwiches and a hairbrush. She set the tray on a small table beside his chair and handed him a plate.

"Here baby, I hope you like it."

"Of course I will, little girl. Sit down now." She curled up on the cushion between his feet and he handed her a plate and a glass. They ate and drank while the movie played. She pretended to drool all over Hugh Jackman and he laughed.

When they were done their small snack he handed her the cream. She shifted so that she could put his foot in her lap and she started rubbing the moisturizer into it. He picked up the brush and began the slow process of untangling her freshly washed hair. She massaged his feet until she was moaning from the feel of the brush moving rhythmically over her scalp. His feet were forgotten.

"Come on up here," He stopped brushing and pulled gently on her hair. She grinned and climbed into his lap. She curled up against him, reveling in the soft hair in his chest and the strong arms he wrapped around her.

They settled in to watch the rest of the movie that way. His cock twitched, grew a little as she absentmindedly stroked his arm and snuggled closer.

He kissed her forehead. She lifted her face and he kissed her mouth. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. He did the same with her upper lip. She moaned as his hands came up to cup her head. His mouth moved over her face, biting her chin, kissing her cheeks, nose, eyes and back to her mouth.

He kissed her long and deep, plundering her mouth as if it'd been years since he last tasted her, not a couple of hours. She was whimpering with need and moaning in pleasure when he tipped her head back and moved his mouth to her neck.

He sucked on the soft flesh, almost hard enough to leave a mark. Little nibbling kisses up and down the column of her throat left her breathless. He tipped her head forward and bit the back of her neck. She was putty in his hands but she mustered enough energy to touch him. Her hands slid into the thick hair on his chest. It was an obsession of hers. She stroked him lightly as he nibbled on her collar bone.

She whimpered, his mouth was driving her crazy. His big hands were splayed across her back, holding her up while his mouth roamed over her.

"Please!" 

His voice was hoarse, low, "Please what, baby?"

"NOW PLEASE!" She moaned, wriggling against his hardening cock. He could feel her juices flowing, wetting his cock. He growled low in his throat. He pushed her, gently, to the floor and arranged her on her hands and knees. He drove his cock deep into her in one stroke, driving her face and shoulders into the floor.

She yelped in pain as he bottomed out, but was quickly moaning in pleasure. She slipped a hand under and pinched her clit. She came immediately, a small scream ripped from her throat. 

Her hot, wet cunt gripped his cock tightly. Massaging him, almost sucking on him. He slapped her ass hard, making her cum again. Then he pulled out. She felt lonely for the 30 seconds it took him to flip her, wrap her legs around his waist and drive back into her.

She smiled at him as he fucked her. She slid her hands up his chest and neck to stroke his cheeks. She pulled his mouth to her and kissed him deeply. He moved slowly, with long strokes while they kissed. He broke the kiss and they gasped for air.

She moaned, 'Oh I love you so much!"

He smiled, pleased, "I love you too Mama."

He covered her body with his, chest to breast. He gripped her shoulder with one hand and slid the other down her body. He grabbed her ass cheek and pulled her ass open. She came again, waves of pleasure washing over her, as he suddenly started stroking deeper.

She was completely lost in the feel of him. The heat of him. He was lost in the feel of her. Soft breasts pressed against his hard chest. The firm ass cupped in his big hand. But mostly they both were lost in the feel of his big cock playing in her hot, wet tunnel.

He moaned as fire pooled in his belly, signaling his oncoming orgasm. His cock swelled and he pulled back to move harder, deeper. She thrashed beneath him, hips rising to meet every thrust. He dropped his hands to the floor on either side of her and she pulled her legs up, wrapping them around his ribs.

Hard, fast, short strokes. His cock swelled more, exploded as he thrust into her one last time. She squeezed his cock with those little internal muscles, milking him, drawing his orgasm out. Between the two of them cumming she was full to overflowing and she could feel the hot fluid drip down her ass. It gave her ideas.

His sweat dripped from him to rain on her. She giggled as she was pelted with the droplets. He sat back on his heels, his cock still in her, her legs sliding to his waist.

"Wow, mama."

She grinned. "Yeah. Wow!" She tightened her grip with her legs. She lifted her torso and wrapped her arms around his neck. She fell back, pulling him down with her. She kissed him hard, just as hungry for him at the end as she was at the beginning. She poured every ounce of love and want into that kiss.

He broke it gently, "Whoa little one, I need a rest! And so do you." He tugged her to her feet with him and took her to bed. He cuddled up to her back. She felt comfortable, protected and well loved as she snuggled back against him.



Movie Night



"If you invite him over, I'm gonna end up sucking his cock."

I loved it when she was like this: smirking a little, pouty little mouth drawn up tight so I couldn't really figure if she was merely playing or somewhat serious. Her work shirt was unbuttoned all the way down and I could see her bra pushing up cleavage. I loved that look.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked her. It was as close as I could get to bantering with her at times like these, since my brain tended to lock up and my lips became somewhat numb.

Awesome she could still get to me like this after eight years of marriage, eh?

She just nodded coyly ... and took a few steps closer to me ... close enough to reach out with her right hand and press it firmly against the front of my slacks. I stiffened, in more ways than one. 
"Oooh," she cooed in my ear, "I think YOU might like that, too."

It wasn't unusual, so much, for her to talk like this. Not often enough, perhaps, but she was known when the mood struck her to go on and on about men and women she'd like to fuck, supplying details as we pulled off our clothes and collapsed onto bed. Sometimes, when I was really lucky, she'd continue as I went down on her, my nose filled with her scent as she painted the scene, blow by blow, lick by lick.

Two things were different about this instance, however, although at the time my mind was much too cluttered with lust to mark the distinction as we made out like schoolkids. First, she was usually at least somewhat drunk (or high) when she got like this. Secondly, she'd never spoken this way about anybody I knew. Certainly not a kid who worked for me.

A kid who was supposed to be over in about forty-five minutes.

She pulled me up short as I tried to slip a hand up the front of her blouse.

It was a wordless way couples have after a long time together. I understood instantly sex wasn't going to happen right then and while it pained me, literally, I didn't even make an argument more than an admittedly wussy-sounding whimper.

She just grinned, though, and pulled away.

Normally, that would've been the end of the encounter, us both understanding that with our dinner guest set to arrive within the hour, there wasn't time for a really good fuck session, and the best we could hope to do was calm down and wait until he went home.

Calm and cool, that's what the situation called for.

I was idly starting to wonder if I'd be able to get her back into the mood after he'd gone when she surprised me, yet again.

"I wonder ... you guys work out at the gym together, don't you?"

It took a moment for me to process what she'd asked me. "Huh? Well, yeah, sometimes."

"So, you've showered together, right?"

I grinned again, shaking my head. "I guess, yeah. Sometimes."

She crossed her arms and studied me. "So you've seen it, right?"

"It, huh?"

She came closer again, jabbed my chest with the sharp nail on her index finger. "Don't play coy with me, mister. You've seen ... IT!"
 I wrapped my arms around her, she giggled. "Why, yes, lady ... I must admit I have."

"Peeker!" She teased.

"You're crazy," I told her, releasing her once again.

"So?" she continued. "When you were checking him out ... how was it? Big, I bet."

I narrowed my eyes. She met my gaze firmly. God, I loved her. "Massive," I said, smiling a little. "Even flaccid, it was a monster."

At this she laughed. "Perv ... checking out other guys in the shower!" And she turned her back.

I came up behind, nuzzling her and cupping her right breast with a reach around. She shook me off. "We don't have time. Besides, I'm saving myself for your friend ..." and she slinked off, placing one ankle over the other as she walked, giving her ass a distinctive wiggle.

"You're killing me, you do realize that, right?"

"Read it and weep, big boy ..."

He arrived and dinner was uneventful, for us. It wasn't his first trip over for grub, and it wasn't the first time my wife flirted shamelessly with him ... and he, in truth, flirted back.

I'd never minded. He was a long way from his hometown, didn't have a lot of friends here and he sure respected my wife's cooking ... and undoubtedly her ass, too. But, he was respectful – given the situation – about it so I didn't give him any shit about it.

If we're being honest here, I sorta enjoyed it when she got the attention. Once he'd even asked me about her, remarking how good looking she was. I gave him a slight wink and dropped a few hints about her wilder years. Why would I do something like that if I didn't enjoy seeing him squirm at the thought of some of her escapades?

"Dessert?" She asked him at length.

He just smiled and shoveled a little more mashed potato into his mouth.

My wife grinned at me, her eyes twinkling with something I couldn't put my finger on.

"Don't get up you two, I'll get it," I said, feigning irritation.

I was in the kitchen for about a minute, spooning the ice cream into bowls, when she slipped into the room.

I grinned at her. She grinned at me.

She filled her glass with wine and came over closer. She kissed me. A nice kind of kiss. The kind of kiss that promises more to come.

Then, sweetly yet firmly, she whispered to me, "If you ask him to stay to watch a movie, and he does ... I'm sucking his dick. It's your choice."

And she turned, wordlessly, flipped me one last smile, and went back out into the dining room with the dessert plates.

I swallowed hard and then felt something bang off my shoe.

I'd dropped the ice cream scoop.

To this day, I can't tell you what movie I put on. I'd rented several the day before, and I just grabbed a box as he opened a beer and my wife had some more wine, sitting somewhat close to each other on the couch.

At first, he'd resisted staying, but she could be quite the persuader. It really only took one mock pout.

Lightweight.

My head felt like it was packed in cotton. Already there was a whiff of sexual tension in the room ... or perhaps that was just my own active imagination.

Was she really going to go through with this?

She hadn't even made eye contact with me since he'd agreed to watch the movie with us, and the flirting had clearly been cranked up a notch.

I sat down at the far end of the sofa as the movie began. 
"Dim the lights, would you sweetie?" She asked me, her tone entirely conversational.

I did as she asked. Then I got up and walked to the kitchen, poured myself a whiskey (beer wasn't quite enough right then) and shook my head at the damned fool situation she'd got me into.

I really did love her. Maybe never more so.

They were giggling about something when I came back in, and hushed up quickly when they saw me.

I shook my finger at them jokingly, but couldn't say anything. Frog in my throat.

What would she have in hers soon?

I shuddered and sat down, leaning somewhat heavily on the armrest.

And I waited.

For over half an hour, nothing happened, and I'd relaxed. Even lost the hard-on that had formed steadily throughout the course of the evening.

Again, I still don't remember the movie. A comedy, I think. I don't remember laughing much, although I recall they both did.

Then, abruptly, she leaned over and whispered something in his ear. He looked at me questioningly for a second, then back at her, his eyebrows raised. She giggled and whispered again.

For the briefest of moments, I felt like I was back in high school, and the girl me and my friend both wanted was choosing my friend.

If those were the roots of jealousy, part of me didn't really care, because in a blink of an instant, I was rock hard again.

What happened, then, is she laid down, her feet coming down to my legs and she curled herself, so her head rested on his thigh.

He sort of looked over at me, a curious look on his face. I just pulled her calves down across my own thighs (not far from my hard-on) and gave him a manner of half-wave. And drank more whiskey.

What was I supposed to do in that situation?

And then we relaxed, more or less, and watched the movie again.

Once more, I had decided she was just playing with me ... that this wasn't going to happen. My cock, however, remained unconvinced, rock solid in my boxers.

It was, I should note, beginning to ache in that sweet kinda way.

Suddenly, she tapped it with her toe.

It brought me back to full sobriety like a rocket blast. I almost jumped. She tapped it again (after so many years of wedded bliss, she knew right where to find it) and I turned my gaze over.

My beloved bride had her hand on his crotch. Was she ... rubbing?

It was dark and I had a hard time telling.

Then I saw him shift his hips. I knew that shift.

She was rubbing him ... hard.

His head lolled back at one point and she took the opportunity to look back at me, her eyes wicked and delighted. "I ... told ... you," she mouthed to me, soundlessly.

I just nodded at her.

She turned back and slid her body forward, lowering her head to the front of his jeans, rubbing one beautiful, alabaster cheek hard across the rough material.

I could hear his breathing now.

Mindlessly, I slid a hand up my wife's leg. The shorts she was wearing were loose around the thighs, and I could easily slip a finger up and under the fabric. She wore no panties, I discovered.

To the sound of his zipper coming down and his belt buckle loosening, I slipped the finger forward and discovered a lake of wetness between my wife's legs, which spread at my touch. Her hips angled, drawing my finger in deep. I withdrew only far enough to place two more fingertips alongside the first, and her body moved to accommodate me easily.

I was so lost in my wife's pussy that I almost forgot what else was going on until I heard him gasp a little.

My attention moved back up, where she had indeed freed his cock from his briefs. It was, indeed, large. It was, indeed, rock hard. She was stroking him, lightly, a strange smile on her face. Then she pulled herself up to her knees, forcing me to shift so I could still see what was going on.

She bounced backwards then, twice, hard, pulling all my fingers into her with each thrust. With that, she rocked forward, her cheek landing down by his cock head. With her thumb, she made hard, tiny little circles on the spot on the underside, just beneath the head. Then she paused and gave four sharp, violent jerks up and down the shaft, twisting her hand as she did it.

I knew that motion well. He moaned and then, abruptly, almost guffawed at the more aggressive action. This was advanced stuff ... stuff you don't usually get from the college girls.

Through a fog, I realized she was calling my name as she fucked my fingers and rubbed his cock.

"Honey?" she said again, her voice a rising whine.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Honey, if you don't get those pants off and fuck me ... NOW ... I'm going to file for divorce!"

She didn't have to tell me twice.

I was up, pulling my pants down over my ankles when I saw her ... by the glow of the long-forgotten movie ... suck the upper third of his dick into her wide open, beautiful mouth. It took effort. He was, sure enough, a well-hung guy.

But she had more than enough skills to slowly work him deeper and deeper, jacking the exposed part of his cock with thumb and forefinger. I stood, transfixed. She was going to deep-throat that monster!

Rapidly, then, she smacked her ass three times, calling my attention to her poor, neglected pussy.

Sliding into her – and her body accepted me balls-deep on the initial thrust, a first for us – felt like coming home. At first. It seemed our natural rhythm, perfected by years of practice, was strangely off as she was distracted by her excellent work with lips and tongue ... it made it feel almost like fucking a stranger.

That thought began my rapid slide to the edge. An edge I could feel her approaching as well.

Her head bobbed now, literally, fast and hard as his cock rammed past her lips and down into her tight, sweet throat. His hard-on glistened in the glow of the television.

The only sound I could detect was my own heartbeat ... his breathing ... the pained, passionate little inhalations she drew in through her nostrils in between head bobs.

And then I could feel her cumming around my cock. The rhythm broke entirely and she plunged back, hard, against me. She pulled him out of her mouth and let out a moaning sob as she came.

He had been in mid-ejaculation himself, and as his cock head popped free, a jet of cool white jism splashed against her chin. It dangled there, and that's when we locked eyes.

That's all it took. I exploded inside her, the lights swimming and my knees quaking. By far the most intense orgasm of my life.

I gave a few more spastic thrusts as my mind and vision cleared.

She was wiping the cum off her chin and gasping to get her breath back.

He was staring at the ceiling, his world undoubtedly changed forever by the knowledge that hot, married women might suddenly blow you without much of a warning.

Me? I just returned to myself, realizing I was now officially the type of guy who'd watch his wife suck another man's cock.

And enjoy it, thoroughly.

"See him out, dear?" she asked me as she headed off to the bathroom to freshen up. She blew him a kiss as she got up and left the room.

It was a little awkward, as we walked to the door. We both decided we'd just see each other at work and, well, not talk about this at all. At least not until I bring it up. He was smiling as he left.

In the hallway outside our bedroom, I heard a very familiar whine working its way through the air.

"You're insatiable," I told her, as I walked in on her swizzling a long, pink, vibrator around in her cunt.

"Shut up and drop those boxers," she told me, her eyes slits. "I know you got another hard-on in you tonight."

I complied and damned if she wasn't right. 


A very long time later, we lay in the dark. She was smoking a cigarette, which is something she doesn't do very often. Usually, it bothers me. That night, though, it seemed so appropriate.

"What did we do tonight?" She asked me, blowing smoke up into the ceiling fan.

"I dunno, but it was fantastic," I told her. I could see her smile at that.

"So what do we do next?" I asked her, trying to sound like I was making light of it ... but failing.

"Next?" She paused ... her cigarette was burning down and she took a last, long drag on it. "This time we sucked. Next time, we FUCK."

"Have him back for another movie night?"

She put her head on my chest. Leaned up and kissed me, tobacco smoke on her breath (among other things). "Nah, nice kid, but I think I'm done with him."

This actually pleased me. "So who you got in mind?"

"Oh, I got our next special friend all picked out." She kissed me again. That look was back in her eyes. "Don't look worried.

"Trust me. You're gonna like her."

And once more that night, damned if we didn't fuck again.



Movie Night



I was over at Dan and Suzy's house -- Suzy is my girlfriend, Dan is her brother -- with Dan's girlfriend Andrea, watching movies and eating popcorn. We watched some lousy chick flicks, something with Hugh Grant, and after a while the girls started to get tired. Suzy and I were staying over, so she went upstairs to get ready for bed.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked me.

"Nah, I'm not tired yet."

Dan suggested we stay up and watch another movie or two before calling it a night. He put on a Schwarzenegger movie, which we watched until the girls had finished brushing their teeth and had pulled the doors to their bedrooms closed upstairs. As soon as the second door shut, Dan popped up and said he'd picked up something else we might enjoy more. He slid in a blank DVD and we sat back. The DVD option screen came up showing some great choices of girl-on-girl action. I didn't know Dan that well, but I figured I can watch porn with anybody. We watched three or four different scenes, all of them really hot. I was hard the entire time, but there wasn't anything I could really do about it. I could see Dan fidgeting as well. I thought I might pull it out and start whacking off, but I didn't know how he'd react.

After we watched enough of the girl-on-girl, Dan went back into a bag and pulled out another DVD. "This one's a little bit different," he said. "Let me know if it bothers you and I'll turn it off. It's not for everybody. I'm just a little curious about it, myself." He slipped it into the machine and up came the option menu -- all transsexual porn. I'd never seen anything like it in my life.

"Okay?" he asked.

"I guess so," I said. "I'll watch anything once."

In the first scene a woman who looked like Britney Spears walked onto the set in a private girl's school uniform. She spun around for the camera, pulled her skirt up at the back, and spoke to the camera. I was waiting for the transsexual to arrive. Suddenly she pulled back her panties and a cock fell out, hanging 6 inches down her leg. I'd finally figured it out. She completely undressed, showing her ass and her (or is it his?) cock. She/he even had breasts. I found it kind of intriguing. I definitely had a hardon, and I could see that Dan did, too. A man walked onto the set and said something to her in Spanish. They made out for a bit, then she took his cock out of his jeans and started sucking him off. I couldn't figure out if it was a guy or a girl giving this guy head, but figured at this point it didn't really matter.

After a while the guy pulled up the transsexual by the hair and laid her back on a bed and spread her legs wide. Before I knew it, he had taken her cock in his mouth and started sucking on it. I kind of froze a bit -- I didn't know how to react. This seemed kind of gay. Dan seemed to be breathing a little bit harder, and his bulge started to get bigger, too.

The man pushed the ts's legs into the air to expose her asshole and started to rim her. The girl jacked her cock slowly and moaned. The guy slowly inserted a finger into her anus, and started sucking the cock again while the ts played with her tits. The scene changed and the guy obviously had some lube on his hard cock. I stopped breathing for a second when I thought I hard the door open upstairs, but it must have been a car door outside.

The guy pressed the head of his cock against her ass, the girl's cock lollying around against the guy's as he entered her slowly. Dan was breathing a little harder. Was he rubbing his cock through his jeans? I wanted to rub mine very badly but just couldn't. The guy started fucking the girl harder now as she played with her tits and jacked off slowly. My cock was ready to burst out of my pants. I wanted to race upstairs and fuck Suzy but found myself strangely frozen in place.

"Do you mind if I whack it a bit?" asked Dan.

"Ah, no, go ahead, man." Dan unzipped. I couldn't see what he was doing behind the arm of the stuffed chair, but I could figure it out pretty easily.

"You can, too, if you want," he said. He slid forward in the chair and suddenly I could see his cock, about average size, cut, and perfect. I wasn't sure if he moved forward for comfort or so I could see what he was doing. I wanted to whack off, too, but wasn't quite sure. I kept watching the movie and watching Dan out of the corner of my eye.

After a while I started to rub my cock through my jeans. There was a wet spot near my pocket. I decided I had nothing to lose. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I couldn't believe my cock was out in someone else's living room, all seven inches of it, thick and bulging. I whacked for a bit and then closed my eyes.

After a while I heard a slight shuffling from Dan's side of the room as he pulled off his pants. Then I could hear him making his way towards me. I didn't know what to do. Then I felt Dan's hands, one on each of my knees, pulling my legs apart as he pulled off my pants. "Let me help you with that," he said. I looked down and saw my throbbing cock only inches from his face. He looked up at me, then grasped my cock in his hand and slowly jerked it.

"Is this okay?" he said. "We won't tell the girls."

"Okay," I said. With that, he lunged forward, taking my cock in his mouth, moving up and down the shaft with his lips.

"Mmm . . . your cock tastes good. I've never tasted one before, but I always wanted to."

"Mmmmm . . . that feels so good," I replied. I watched him suck my throbbing cock, looking over at the tv from time to time to see ts's fucking and getting fucked. It felt fucking amazing. He cupped my balls and took me entirely in his mouth. I reached down and put my hands behind his head and fucked his face. Suzy had never given me a blowjob like this before.

After a few minutes I felt like I was starting to cum. I didn't want to yet. I knew that once I came that my sense of adventure would disappear and that I'd want to stop, but until I came I was up for almost anything. I told Dan to stop.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I shouldn't have . . ." he said, moving back away from me.

"Shhh . . . " I said. "I want to taste you." I pushed him back onto the shag carpet. I could see his cock, hard and purple, a good length sticking flat against his ample belly. "Relax," I said. I moved up his body, putting my hands on either side of his legs, and flicked my tongue against the head of his cock.

"MMmmmmm!" he moaned, loudly.

"Shhh," I said. "Don't wake the girls. They'd kill us or call the police or something." To shut him up I took that beautiful purple cock in my mouth. It filled my entire mouth, fit perfectly on my tongue. I'd never tasted anything so good. I could feel the head tickling the back of my throat as it lurched as Dan spasmed in joy. I couldn't believe I was sucking a guy's cock, but it was great.

I took it out of my mouth and ran my tongue up and down the shaft. Every time I licked the head his cock jumped. I would alternately take it in my mouth and lick it up and down. It tasted so perfect. Then I took his balls in my mouth, the way I'd seen them do it on the video earlier. I jacked the cock as I sucked the balls. Dan started moaning again. I could feel his cock getting harder, and knew from my own whacking experience that he wasn't far from cumming.

"Do you have any lube and condoms?" I asked.

"What for?"

"You can fuck me in the ass if you like." Dan had told me over drinks one night that he'd always wanted to fuck Andrea in the ass, but she wouldn't let him. I'd fucked a couple of girls in the ass, but had never been fucked before, except with my own fingers. If I was ever going to try it, it was now.

"I guess we could try it. I don't want to be fucked back, though," he said.

"That's okay," I said.

Dan disappeared into the other room and I pulled a couple of cushions off the couch and lay back on them. I decided to leave my socks on -- my feet were freezing. I watched the boy-girls fuck each other for a bit, then Dan reappeared with a tube in one hand and a square wrapper in the other.

"Are you sure about this? It is something I want to try, but I was really only looking to experiment a little."

"I want you to fuck me," I said. "If you don't want to, we can go back to sucking each other off. He looked down at me, shrugged his shoulders, and tore open the package and pulled out a dome and slid it onto his cock. Then he unspun the lid of the tube and squirted some KY into his hands, then rubbed it all over the condom. He put some more into his hand and moved it towards my waiting asshole.

"Last chance," he said, and smiled.

"Do it," I said. He rubbed the lube all over my asshole, then slid a finger in with some lube on it. He finger fucked me for a little bit, then tried two fingers. It didn't really hurt, though it wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world. I closed my eyes and could feel him moving against me. He pulled out his fingers. I could feel his thighs against my legs. Then I could feel the tip of his prick brush against my asshole. He rubbed it up and down my ass. I reached down and felt my cock. It was going to explode, but I didn't want it to, yet. Then Dan pressed his cock into me, the head first, then part of the shaft. It felt different than his fingers had, than my bar of soap had in the shower at home, but it still felt good. He moaned a bit as he pushed further into me. He instinctively started to pump, slowly at first. His cock felt so good inside me, my asshole wrapping around his perfect-sized cock. I watched a ts suck off another on the screen as a guy fucked her from behind. I pictured my ass being punctured by this glorious cock. I whacked my cock, careful not to cum too early. Dan closed his eyes and started to fuck me harder, rocking against me.

"Oh yeah, I'm fucking you," he half-whispered. "Your ass feels so good."

"That's it, fuck me," I whispered back. "Fuck my ass with that beautiful cock." At that he started to pump harder. It hurt a little more but I was still enjoying it.

"I'm going to cum soon," he said, some sweat dripping down the sides of his face.

"Pull out," I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, and stopped. "Did I hurt you?" I smiled and nodded no and motioned for him to take off the dome. As he did I again took his cock in my mouth. I'd only ever tasted my own cum and wanted to try someone else's. I sucked hard, cupping his balls in my hands. I whacked that cock against my lips. "Oh my god," he said. "Oh my god. Shit, I'm going to cum. Watch out!" He half-pushed against my shoulders to give me an opportunity to get away. I wasn't having any of it. I took his entire cock in my mouth and sucked even harder. I felt his cock stiffen and his body shudder. I wrapped my hands around his waist and lodged my fingers in his asscrack as he bucked against me. Suddenly a torrent of cum shot into my mouth. It was hot and salty and delicious. He moaned as he fucked my face. His cock continued to surge, and I raced my tongue around the head of his cock as I jacked him into my waiting mouth. He shuddered a few more times then rocked back on his haunches. I squeezed out the last few drops into my mouth and admired his perfect, spent cock. Then I stood up, went to the bathroom and spit the cum into the sink. I'd wanted to try it, but I didn't really want it for supper.

When I'd come back in, Dan had left the room. I figured he'd raced up to his girlfriend's room in shame or was having a shower, but he quickly reappeared, another wrapper in his hand. He opened it, quickly unrolled it, got on his knees, and put it over my waiting cock, still throbbing in anticipation. He took me in his mouth. I put my hands behind his head, his short hair squeezing between my fingers. It didn't take long. He sucked and sucked and sucked and soon I put one hand in my mouth and the other one I still held behind his head as I fucked his face. I came before I was even prepared to. It felt better than any orgasm I'd ever had. My knees wobbled as cumshot after cumshot surged into the condom. He coaxed every drop out before removing the condom and tying it up. "Attaboy," he said, and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back, I had dressed, and he quickly dressed, too. He turned off the vid and put it back into its hiding place.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning," he said."

"Uh, yeah, right," I said.

"Not a word to the girls or anyone else, right?"

"Absolutely," I said. I wasn't telling anybody.

I snuck up the stairs and slid into the shower. I soaped my cock and my slightly raw ass, then towelled off, put my shirt and underwear back on and slid ino the bedroom.

I could hear Suzy gently snoring from under the covers. I slinked in beside her. I was a little bit frightened. What would she think if she found out what I'd just done? I hadn't planned it, but it had happened, and I liked it. It's not something I could picture myself doing all that often, but thought that if Dan and I could do it from time to time, it wouldn't be so bad. I still felt kind of off and was scared that Suzy would figure it out, or that Dan would blab.

Suzy snorted in her sleep, then rolled over. I thought she was still sleeping, but I could sense behind my own closed eyes that she was looking at me. I opened my eyes and saw her staring straight into my eyes. This was it -- she'd figured it out. I was done for. Our engagement was off.

"Honey," she said. I bristled.

"Um, yes, dear?"

"I think we have something to talk about." I started shaking a little. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't queer, just curious, and now it was going to cost me my relationship.

"We do?" I said, about to break down like a girl and cry.

"Yes. Something's happened tonight that we have to discuss right now." I started tearing up a little and looked into her eyes in the faint darkness. And then I sensed something -- something different. Her eyes were also a little misty and her body shivered. "I have to talk about it right now." And there it was, the unmistakable smell of pussy on her breath, faint, but softly pungent.

I smiled behind my hand. "What the fuck did you do?" I said, trying to sound angry, but really almost laughing. My erotic encounter was locked away in the vault. Hers would earn me dozens of unannounced blowjobs in public places for the next few years and unchallenged access to her perfect brown pucker. "Tell me," I said.



Movie Night



Have you ever met someone who just made you feel sexual? Not just a quick roll in the hay kind of thing but a deeper more sensual feeling. Kay was this type of girl for me. She was funny, bright, charming, but there was something underneath that made me tingle when I saw her or heard her voice. I loved to watch her move, like water, she was so smooth. 

Her voice a bit reminiscent of Marla Dietrich, and eyes that seemed to pierce into your very soul. I tried never to look deep into them for fear of loosing focus and making a move that could destroy a great friendship. We had lots in common and it did not seem to matter what we were doing to have a great time. One thing we had in common was relationships. Not that they were disastrous, but they often soured or just left us wanting. 

Oddly enough, it was in the middle of good relationships our friendship took an unexpected turn. We were watching movies and got up to refresh ourselves after the movie ended. I returned first and the next had started. Man I love Cinemax after dark. I settled in to enjoy and in part to see what her reaction would be.

"Hmm leave you for a few minutes and you revert into a pervert I see."

"Not me, I am always a pervert; I just do not let you see that side.You know be a good Gentleman and all when in public."

"Oh so our friendship is built on deceit." "No, I am just on my best behavior around you. The rest of the time, I am eating cheetos and watching porn."

"Hmm remind me not to eat Cheetos at your house again."

I went to turn the channel, but she snatched the remote from me. " Let us see exactly how depraved you are."

We settled in. It was better than average as far as the acting goes. Not Oscar material, but not bad, and we heckled the actors. "Her boobs are fake, what he only licks a little bit and she sucks him long time." 

At this comment, I chided her with its better to give than receive. 

"Ohhh, no wonder your woman is always mad." "Your trips downtown are too short."

"Nah, hell I have missed movies going downtown that reminds me I need to get a mirror so I can see movie too."

"You bastard you are bad."

"That me, bad to the bone."

"Besides your last girlfriend told me you were good at eating pussy and other things".

"I knew I should not let you all go to the bathroom together. That's what you all do in there is compare notes."

"Yep and this kiss and lick each other."

"Hmmm I knew it." We both laughed. The movie ended and the drink I had finished was in need of release. I stood and headed toward the bathroom. 

"Hey, don't jerk it too hard, you may have a need for it later."

Smiling, "you have something in mind." Her smile was wicked. Returning I found the living room empty. I went to the kitchen to refill my cup. I found her there wearing only a long-sleeved button up oxford. 

"Now that's not fair, you know that outfit makes me crazy."

"Hmmm what's this do for you then" as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt exposing more of her cleavage. 

"Now that's just cruel."

"I know but I thought we might have some fun tonight." Now I was nervous. Was I being set up or what since we were both stone sober, I knew it wasn't the alcohol talking. 

"What don't you want me?"

"Hell yea I want you, just a bit freaked out by your sudden change."

"Well I am tired of my toy and since my man is away and won't scratch my itch I thought you could; besides I want to see how talented your tongue is. I hear you can keep up with a lesbian. 

"Well I don't know about that but I do try to make them smile."

With that, she walked over and kissed me. Our mouths opened and slowly our tongues began exploring. The heat of desire fanned to its limits. I had never wanted to feel, taste, and explore a woman's body more. I sucked lightly on her tongue, which resulted in a shiver from her. Parting I kissed slowly along her silky jaw line. Nibbling on her neck and earlobe produces soft purrs from her. I was in heaven. I picked her up and set her on the island. 

"The tiles cold," she giggled. Unbuttoning her shirt, I kissed ever so slowly down her valley. I had admired them often as her nipples seemed to always be at attention at any given time, but in person, they were exquisite. I took her shirt completely off and rolled it into a blindfold. There was a tint of fear in her eyes. 

"Easy I just want you to feel all that I do, without your eyes, the other senses gain." Each touch of her skin seemed electric to me. I could take an eternity just enjoying the feel of her skin against my lips. I kissed down her shoulder blade and around the outside curvature of her left breast. My hot breathe and touch formed goose bumps that added to the sensations on my lips. Slowly I traced a circle around her areole and then shrinking the circles until her nipple was at my lips.

Tiny kisses around the top edge and then across the center. Her hand rose to pull me closer to her breast. I began to suckle as my tongue swirled around it. I tried to give her the same pleasure and attention that I would want on my cock. It seemed to please her, as her moans grew more pronounced. I could smell the musk of desire in the air. Downtown was shaved bare and glistened with need for touch and taste. I wanted it so bad, but I wanted to take my time. This may be all a dream or the last time and I want to savor each moment like a condemned man's last meal.

Suckling each nipple, kissing, and nibbling down the valley and the soft underside creases only added fuel to the fire that blazed between us. She was working her free nipple and exploring her body as I enjoyed. Removing the blindfold and looking deep into her eyes, I became lost. Nothing else existed in this moment. Time seemed to stand still. We kissed deeply and passionately. Her hand slide between my sweats and around my cock, slowly stroking it. Breaking from the kiss and beginning as slow descent to more interesting things. 

Her fingers traced my face and I took time to give them some attention. This seemed to be something new and exciting to her. She began to guide me towards her sweet center. Tracing her waistline and down the crease of the thighs and down her leg. Stopping behind the knee and enjoying the softness as I watched her hand slowly strum her erect clit. The scene was so incredibly erotic and so beautiful. 

I moved to her toes as her breath quickened. Sucking them from pinkie toe to the largest while using tongue and lips to enhance the feeling as her body writhes in pleasure of my touch and hers. I move back up and clean off her fingers covered in her honey. Need overrides patience and her sweetness make me ravenous. As my tongue parts her lips, she arches her back. I suck her swollen bud into my mouth as my tongue swirls around it.

Pulling me too her she shudders and explodes, riding out the storm, slowing down, and allowing her to recover. Soon her body begins to tremble again. Now I slow even more to tease and please. Her legs wrap around my head as she arches her back and pulls me down on her as her body shakes again from the throws of orgasm. I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. 

She pulls down my sweats and exposes my erect cock. Slinking to the side of the bed she begins kissing the tip and nibbling around the crease of the head all the time watching me to enjoy my reaction. It feels so good and she really knows how to pleasure a man. I am glad that I shaved as the sensations of being shaved are so much more intense than not. Licking up the shaft and swirling around the head as her grip tightens and pumps me. I try to lie beside her but she won't have it. It is her turn to pleasure me. 

Pulling me down on the bed so she can work my cock better, I am amazed at her voracity. She is sucking me like an animal. I feel myself reaching the edge when her finger hits my asshole. I know that I am in for one wild ride. She backs off my cock and begins teasing me. 

"So, do you still have your toy she asks?" All I can do is smile. She reaches into the nightstand and fishes it out. Oiling it, up she presses it against my ass until it slides all the way in. Turning on the vibe she begins fucking my ass with it as she slowly works my head. I am in heaven. Soon again, at the edge of bliss, but this time she takes me over the edge. I cum for what seems to be an eternity. I can feel my whole body squeezing to pump every drop. 

Slithering up we enjoy a tender kiss followed by ever increasingly passionate kisses. Working my cock it regains it rigidity quickly. She straddles me and begins a slow ride. I can feel the toy grinding into me as she rides. I cannot remember a more pleasurable experience. I play with her clit as she rides and nibble on her perfect nipples. She bears down and rides me harder. I can feel her pussy pulling hard on my cock as we move. I take another vibe from the drawer and slide it between us resting on her clit. 

Her moans grow ever louder, as her breast sway back and forth above me. Leaning back, she takes the toy and begins moving it over her clit. I cannot help but watch her in pure awe. Her face screams pleasure and her eyes are wild. Biting her lips as she rocks back and forth and side to side, as she pinches my nipples and claws at my chest. I roll her over placing her legs over my shoulders and holding her hips as I slowly pull out and then slide home. I can feel her working the toy against her clit and my shaft. The sensations are extraordinary as it both tickles and feels so good. 

"Harder she snips. Fuck my pussy hard. Mmmm yes." I pull our and begin eating her again. We move into a 69. I can taste our mixed juices and they make me more intoxicated with desire with each sip. She is working the toy in my ass and I move the toy in and out of her whilst my tongue explores her clit. I turn the vibe up, as she grows closer and work it a bit faster and in a oval pattern. She releases my cock and moans become screams as she cums hard. Suddenly I am flooded with juice. She is pumping her juices down my throat. I can't seem to get enough. 

"Yesssss oh Yesssss," she screams. Her pussy grinding my face and nearly breaking my nose as her body is shocked by waves of pleasure. I love having her on top of me, holding her to my face as she grinds, and writhes. Pumping my cock with her hands as I take her from one to the next, her screams of pleasure fill the room like sweet music. Finally, she pulls off and mounts my cock facing away. Pulling her back on me, I tease her nipples and clit as my cock slides inside of her. She cums again, rolls off me and raises her ass in the air. 

She and I both love doggy style and I move behind her. Grabbing her hips and sliding my cock in is easy due to the amount of juices flowing. I feel her tighten around my cock. The toy is slender and flared so I grease it up and slide it into her ass. This tightens her pussy even more and the vibrations seem to drive her wild. Moving my hips in a figure eight motion and varying the stroke is really taking its toll on her. I can feel her building once more. My balls are beginning to tighten and I know it will not be long. 

"Harder baby, mmm yesss I want to hear your balls slapping my ass. Mmm that toy is so nice. Like having two lovers at once" and with this my balls contract and I begin pumping my load into her. She cums hard as well as we work through it. We collapse sideways and I remain inside her as we spoon. 

"Mmmm that was so nice."

"Yes it was."

"Never had a toy and cock at same time."

"Thought you might like it."

"Yes very nice." As my cock softens and falls from her, we both drift off into peaceful slumber.



Movie Night



Please let me know if you think I should keep this couple's antics going... 

Mark opened the front door quietly. He wanted to sneak up on his wife. He had been to happy hour with a bunch of his friends telling stories of their wives and their girlfriends. By the time it was over, he had thoughts of a naughty nature about his wife, Jeannie. He met her 4 years ago and proposed to her 2 years ago. He never thought he would settle down with one woman, but Jeannie turned out to be everything he ever wanted in a woman. The sex was absolutely incredible. She was uninhibited and completely insatiable and open minded to almost anything. And gorgeous. She was 5'8" tall and most of it seemed like legs. Her tits were a pair and a half. Natural 38DD. Yet the rest of her body was toned and shapely. 

He crept to the den and there she was typing away on her computer. He watched a minute as she held a pencil between her lips and a serious look in her eyes. He felt his cock stir as he noticed her leg was tucked under her, raising the hem of her silk short rob ride high up and revealing that she wasn't wearing anything else. He grinned and made a low whistle. She smiled but didn't turn his way. Instead she put her foot down and parted her legs. It was a Friday night and she was only online to waste time until Mark got home. She had been so busy all week that she barely had time to get laid. Tonight she wanted it from right now until tomorrow morning.

"Ummmm, you look good, Jeannie. You think you could drag yourself away from whatever you are doing and maybe grab a bottle of wine and snacks for a movie?" He waved the bag covered box in the air with a wide grin on his face. 

Jeannie tried to hide her disappointment. She looked at the package in his hand and then down to his crotch and back up to his beaming smile. She didn't want to seem to desperate. "Okay Sure. I will be right in." She had visions of trying to distract him from whatever it is he rented. Action, knowing him and she hated action movies. She padded into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of white thongs out of her lingerie draw. If she had to make it through a movie first, she had to calm herself down. Walking around completely naked under her robe always turned her on for some reason. As small as an item it is, the thong will make her feel more dressed and relaxed instead of like a slut on the prowl. Next stop was the kitchen pantry where she kept the wine. She grabbed a rather large bottle of white zinfindel and two glasses from the hanging rack above wine rack and headed for the living room. One last stop in a cabinet for some chips and she was done.

Mark looked over at her with the glasses and wine. "Thanks baby. I think you'll like this one." He patted the seat next to him on the couch, "C'mon, lets get comfey."

She bent in front of him to pour the wine and he noticed the thong. Poor girl has no idea. He took his glass. "Thank you Dear." 

She sat next to him and waited for him to press play. As soon as the cheesy music started, and she saw the crappy title treatments on the opening credits she knew what she was about to watch. Her pussy immediately reacted as she sipped her wine and waited. 

Mark looked over and saw the expression on his wife's face. He saw her shift in her seat. She was already liking his idea of movie night. He turned back to the screen and watched as the main charater is seen peeping through a window to watch a woman playing with herself. Another man then comes in and proceeds to tease and fuck her silly. It turns out the man watching through the window is her husband and they planned this. He liked to watch his wife fuck various people. Gardeners, pizza boys, his co-workers, his friends. Mark looked over to Jeannie and saw her eyes glued to the television. Her thighs looked sort of like they were moving but slightly and he soon figured out she was squeezing her thighs together for relief. She was horny as a bitch in heat right now. It was all he could do from letting out a laugh. 

Jeannie finished off her 4th glass of wine by the time the woman in the movie was on her 3rd fuck. Her pussy was soaking wet and she was glad she stopped for that thong after all. She decided to lay on the couch with her head in Marks lap. She turned sideways and began her decent when Mark stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. His hands slid the robe down her shoulders until it opened up in the front to her waist, revealing her luscious tits. "Okay, go ahead." He grinned

Jeannie's cunt was on fire. She needed to touch herself or, better yet, have him touch her. Fuck her. Soon. She laid down, her head in his lap twisted sideways and continued watching. The wife's antics conintued on screen and finally Jeannie felt mark drap his arm over her and begin to fondle her nipples. They are already hard as a rock and sensitive and she moaned softly, pressing her thighs together harder now. 

Mark maneuvered her onto her back and opened the robe completely. He rubed and twisted his wife's rock hard nipples and watches her arch her back as if begging him not to stop. He notices her eyes are closed. "Open your eyes, baby. Watch the movie, now. C'mon." He licks his lips as she barely opens her glazed over eyes. He nods towards the tv and removes his hands from her body. "If you don't watch, I won't play." He says to her in a sing song voice, like a boy teasing a little girl. 

Jeannie turns her neck sideways and watches the screen. As soon as she does, his hands are back on her tits. Pulling at them, pinching them. She was completely on fire now. She felt his hands moving down her body and she held her breath. As he reached over her head to get lower, she parted her bent knees slightly. The woman on screen was now getting fucked by two men at the same time while her husband watched from a webcam feed on a computer in his office. Jeannie couldn't take it anymore watching this woman getting pounded with hard cocks. 

"Please baby." She moaned. Mark ignored her, moving to the waistband of her panties his fingers creeping under them. "Oh yessssss." Her hips rising to meet his fingers. Make them go faster. His fingers reached her pussy lips and was met by a river of her juices. 

"My my, but you are a wet little girl. What was it? The movie, the wine, one of the men on screen. Tell me." He grinned waiting for her response. His own cock had been rock hard for quite a while and was going to need something soon. 

"All of it, baby. All of it." She was panting now. He pushed a finger lightly between her soaked pussy lips and slid it up and down her slit, carefully avoiding her super excited clit. "Ohhhhhhh baby, please."

"Please what?" His voice was barely concealing the smile he had at the idea of hearing his wife begged to be fucked. She turned her head and looked up at him, the lust thick in her eyes mixed with a little confusion. "Uh uh uh..." He admonished, taking his fingers out of her panties and using his other hand to twist her head back to the screen. She immediately missed his fingers. She took a deep breath in frustration and continued watching. He's playing a game of some kind and all she knew about it was it had her pussy dripping wet and desperate for a cock to fill it. His fingers found his way back into her panties and once again, teasingly stroking her pussy lips. 

"You think what she's doing is hot.?" He asked out of nowhere. Jeannie blinked and wasn't sure how to answer. His fingers stopped moving. "Well?"

"I guess so." 

"You guess so? She's getting fucked pretty hard by two men and she knows her husband is watching. She's even getting off on it. I think that's pretty fucking hot." He felt her pussy getting even wetter as he spoke and her hips were slightly bucking to his stroking. "Ummmmm I do believe you think it's hot too. You want to cum, don't you?

"Ummm yes, baby, I do." Glad to get off the topic she started practically panting at the idea. He suddenly sunk two fingers deep into her pussy and started thrusting slowly but with some force each time. "Ohhh god, yes. Mmmmmm finger fuck my pussy baby. I want to cum for you baby." 

Then he stopped. Her eyes flew open and she turned her head again with a look of almost panic in her eyes. "Mark? C'mon please... I need it."

"You need what? What do you need right now?" Damn, this again. 

"I need your fingers in my pussy. I need to be fucked." He thrust his fingers back in. She groaned and reached for her panties to pull them down. She needed her legs spread wide. She needed her clit played with too. She got her panties to her knees when he put a hand on her left hand. 

"Stop there." 

"Ummm no baby, c'mon." Once again he stopped playing with her needy pussy. 

"Okay fine." She pouted and left them where they were. His fingers went back to work. As he thrst his fingers into her he whispered to her. 

"Ummm you are such a hot slut. Your pussy is completely soaked. Your dripping all over the place baby." She wasn't used to this kind of conversation but figured it had to do with this whole strange night and found it even turned her on. 

"You liked the idea of being watched?" He added a third finger and picked up his pace. As he thrust, she thinks maybe she did like the idea. Her stomach tingled as he spoke of it. "I bet you'd love to know someone was watching you while you were fucked nice and hard." His fingers started moving even faster and her moans were getting louder and louder and she found her pussy would spasm everytime he brought a new image to her mind. Then he placed his thumb on her clit and moved over it roughly. 

"Ohhhh godddd, yes!!!"

"C'mon baby. Cum for me. My cock is so hard. I want to watch you cum so I can fuck your cum soaked pussy." That was it. That did it. Her body began to twitch as her orgasm over took her. Great waves were washing over her. She was still in the middle of it and crying out when he got up suddenly, her head barely able to fall to the couch before he was spinning her over and pulling at her hips. "All fours baby. I am going to fuck you like the bitch you want to be tonight."

Something about his words were keeping her fire going. She actually wanted it quickly before her flush was gone from that orgasm. She got on all fours on the couch and spread her knees as far as the width of the couch would allow. 

"Go ahead baby. Fuck me. I am ready. Please shove your cock into my slutty pussy." She was beginning to enjoy this fantasy. She felt him waste no time and slam his rock hard cock deep into her pussy from behind. She screamed out and pushed back against him. "ohh yeah. Oh god, make me cum again all over your cock, baby." 

He reached around her and began twisting at her nipples again as they bounced agasint his hands. He thrust harder and deeper now and could hear her actually grunting. 

"I want to watch you get your pussy fucked like this. " mark blutrted out. Jeannie went stil for maybe a second before his cock came slamming back deep into her and made her cry out. He giggled, "Ummm yes, baby. You like that idea?" That's not what her grunt meant but she did find the more he talked about it, the hotter she started feeling. She reached for her clit under her and he stopped her, pulling her hand behind her back. She needed the other one to hold herself up and began to struggle. 

"Maybe, I don't want you to cum yet." Mark giggled. Oh god, what the fuck? Thought Jeannie. "Maybe I like the idea of telling you when you can and cannot cum."

She had been here before with Mark. Every now and then he liked to dabble with a little dominant behaviour. She didn't mind but she wasn't ready for it and now she wanted to cum desperately.

"Please Mark. Please baby. Please don't do this now. I really need to cum now."

She heard only silence and heavy breathing as Mark slammed into her harder. It felt so good, she let her hand out from under her and pushed her ass farther into the air as her head hit the couch cushion. He saw where she was going and grabbed that arm too. Now they were both being held behind her back and he was thrusting into her pussy even deeper now. 

"Ohh god yes!!!" She screamed. She thought she may not need her clit touched for this one. She bucked her hips back up agasint his cock faster now. Mark wanted to make her wait longer but he couldn't either. He would have to prepare better next time. He let out a loud moan and met her thrusts. Just as her pussy began to spasm around his cock, his cock stiffened even harder as he held it deep in his wife's cunt and closed his eyes as he came. 

Once finished, he rolled off her and sat on the couch next to his wife's upturned ass. Glistening with her own juices and his, he grinned. He playfully smacked her ass and she let her ass drop sideways before sitting up. "Ohh my, yes..." She breathed out. "So hot. And can we move this party to the bedroom now?" She licked her lips. 

Mark grabbed the remote and sat back. "I want to keep watching. I heard the plot picks up." Jeannie pouted again and sat back. "I am not making anymore promises to watch." Mark grinned.. "Uh huh."

While Mark browsed the menu on the screen for the last scene he was paying attention to, Jeannie noticed a business card sticking out of the bag the movie came in.

It was a business card for a club. There were shadows of naked women on it on all fours with what looked like maybe collars on them attached to leashes....



Movie Night



Eli was hosting movie-night Thursday, just like every other Thursday the four friends, Eli, Chris, Eric, and Molly, had spent for the last two years. Tonight it was Chris's pick, another bloody horror fest, his favorite. When Chris picked a movie, everyone knew they were going to go home sick. He picked these cult classics, gross-out exploitative flicks that might as well have been snuff films. But they all agreed to watch each others' choices, no questions asked. And Chris was generally good enough to spring for the chips and dip as recompense. 

Eli, on the other hand, tended to pick political thrillers. His parents were Israeli ex-pats, his father a foreign-relations officer at the D.C. Consulate and his mother a human rights activist. The extent of his parents' intellectual heritage was Eli's interest in conspiracy genre movies. Otherwise the apple had fallen far from the tree. Eric was a closeted lover of romantic-comedy: he kept up his ruse of casual indifference by attaching belabored excuses to his movies: the one I wanted wasn't in so I grabbed this off the newest release shelf; I wanted to make the girl at the counter think I'm sensitive so maybe she'll date me, so I got the sappiest one I could; this one was actually misfiled under 'action.' But everyone knew better.

Molly, the only girl, was totally unpredictable. She liked foreign films one week, anime the next. High-art thinkers, low-cult stinkers. You never could tell. But she always came armed with reams of internet-culled movie reviews and debates about each of her picks. She'd always say she was bored last night and couldn't fall asleep, so she looked them up for fun, but in reality she'd been planning her choice for a month, waiting till just the right season or mood or real-life context. It was uncanny, like she had some built-in cinematic consciousness.

It was kind of like how she worked at the office where they all made their living: methodical. They were all mechanical engineers, they'd all been hired at the same time, and some of them—Eric, Chris, and Molly—even when to college together. Eli went to MIT, but did rather poorly and so ended up here, in this department where they all worked, working on the same tedious projects: the microchip for rear-window washer-fluid activation, things like that. They liked to give Eli a hard time about his years a MIT, wasted playing Everquest or doing live-action roleplaying. 

They carpooled, at lunch together, hung out most weekends, and even invited each other for holidays at their parents' if someone was going to be alone. They'd joke that they'd become some kind of collective hive-brain, ceasing to be individuals and operating with creepy synchronicity. These kinds of jokes never got old around the office. Eric and Chris were particularly avid pranksters: they would come into the office having prepared a script where each would individually address another member, Molly or Eli, in exactly the same language, using the same body language, about some seemingly spontaneous thing—the color of someone's shirt, the project manager's lunch, anything. Guffaws all around. They lived life with rather low expectations.  

Tonight's horror movie was pushing the limits of everyone's taste, though, and they were growing mutinous, a rare thing. Chris kept trying to point out how the movie was 'really an interesting critique of' this or that, or that it was 'using blood and gore as a metaphor for': the whole thing, he tried to explain, was done ironically. No one was buying it. The last straw was the scene where the in-bred mountain family of murderers was taking turns sodomizing the slain young girls they'd captured on the back road after their car broke down and after a number of brutal chase and torture scenes involving power tools. 

Chris finally turned it off. 'Hey let's play Resident Evil instead.'

'I'm sick of that game,' Eric complained. Eli seconded. 'I've never really liked video games,' said Molly. 'They're totally geared for the lowest common denominator.'

'You mean, like me,' said Chris.

'Well, sure!' said Molly.

'Nice.'

She beamed at him sweetly. Molly almost never flirted with them. In fact, she often wondered if it would come as a surprise to them that she possessed different parts. True she wasn't exactly a model. She had what she'd call bad skin with some acne scars on her face that she took almost no pains to cover up with concealer; she wasn't fat, but she had the start of a little role around her tummy and her butt made her look a little bigger than she was. She had some attractive qualities, but these she hid, either intentionally or not, by wearing hardly any make-up, dressing more or less like a boy, and always wearing her long brown unsculpted hair in a pony tail. For example, if Chris, Eric, or Eli had given it some consideration, they'd notice what a nice pair she had. Or they'd see that despite some rough patches her face had a pretty oval shape and that her lips were full and soft, like her eyes. She had an earthy pretty, a down-home attraction, one that would leave little impression on these boys, their sexuality shaped by the disposable porn babes they jerked off to daily on their favorite free internet sites.

Molly, for her part, did less than nothing to encourage them. When she first started working at the firm she thought Eli was cute—curly hair, slim build, dark, Jewish features. But back then he spent all his free time (and some of his paid time) haunting online adventure worlds. Anyway, now he was twenty pounds heavier and sort of meaty in the face. Eric and Chris were typical college nerds. They weren't badly socialized, just more comfortable in the safe confines of math and physics. They dressed badly, as nerds are wont to do, and if they'd ever had sex Molly would be surprised. So might everyone else. She thought both were probably good-looking somewhere beneath the years of learned self-consciousness reflected in their slouching posture and lack of any other identifiably self-confident body language. She'd therefore had to look elsewhere for her romantic interests. 

'Well, all I've got is porn, but we all agreed no porn,' said Chris.

'You're supposed to have two choices for this very contingency,' replied Eli. 

'We never use the contingency movie. We never have. I haven't rented two movies for movie-night in over a year. It's a waste of money.'

'A contingency plan is for contingencies, my friend. It doesn't matter that we've never used the contingency movie. We hate your movie and you're responsible.'

'Though I did find it strangely titillating there at the end…' Eric ventured.

'Gross,' said Molly. 'It'd be just like you to enjoy sexist scenes of female brutality.'

'Aw, come on, those hillbillies were cute!' chimed in Chris. Molly rolled her eyes.

'I guess I could go rent another,' he said, reluctantly.

'Forget it,' said Eric. 'I'm sort of tired anyway.'

'Dude,' said Eli, 'It's not even nine o'clock. Does your mother know where you are?'

At that moment, Chris came out of the kitchen with two bottles of wine. 'I have these, and we have chips. What do you say?'

'Sounds good,' said Molly. 'We can pretend we're adults.'

'We are adults,' said Chris.

'By age, perhaps, but not in any more significant sense,' she replied.

Half an hour later they'd cashed one bottle and were scraping the bottom of the bowl for chips sizable enough to dunk in the salsa.

'What sort of porn do you have,' inquired Eric.

'Man, it's awesome,' said Chris, excitedly. 'This guy at the store sold me this pirated collection of video-tapes of people doing it in public. Some of them are hilarious. There's this one where this clerk guy is fucking this girl behind the counter of a 7-Eleven. When someone walks in she ducks down behind the counter and you can totally tell she's blowing…' he trailed off, suddenly conscious that Molly was in the room.

'Don't stop on my account, perv-boy,' she said. 'I wouldn't want to ruin what's clearly the best thing that's happened to you in a month.'

'Well, anyway,' he continued, clearly uncomfortable. 'It's pretty cool.'

'How much porn do you losers look at?' she asked.

They were all mumbles, except for Eli: 'I look at porn at work all the time. I figured out a way to get around the mainframe protocol and set up my PC's internet profile to mirror someone else's on the network.'

'Whose?' Molly asked.

'Eric's.'

'How do you know he isn't looking at porn?' Asked Chris.

'Yeah,' Molly chimed in, 'like animal porn, or shit porn?' They all laughed.

'I'll take my chances. Probably they just think I'm a lonely pathetic putz who wastes hundreds of dollars a month on Internet dating services.'

'Dude, fuck you,' said Eric. 'I'm not wasting money. I've gotten some hits. I'm a playah.'

'I thought you had a girlfriend,' said Molly to Eric.

'Me? When?

'What about that girl from New Mexico. That long-distance thing. Didn't you go out to see her? Someone help me out here.'

Eric waved dismissively, clearly not willing to elaborate. They heard him mumble something about overeater's anonymous and Jenny Craig and some kind of intervention. They all busted out laughing.

'Shit, none of you losers have girlfriends,' Eric said, and to Molly, 'or a boyfriend. Chris, when was the last time you got laid.'

'Man, I've given up the fantasy pleasures of real live warm girls for the icy satisfaction of amateur-porn paysites. I've accepted my fate. I suggest you do likewise.'

'What about you, Molly,' Eric persisted.

'I dunno,' she said, 'I hang out with you dorks all the time. Unless I sleep with one of you, my future looks pretty dry.'

Chris, Eric, and Eli were silent for a moment. Their stunned response only reinforced what Molly knew: that she wasn't really a girl to them. She might as well have asked them to have sex with their brother.

After a half minute Eli ventured, with uncharacteristic awkwardness, 'Well, then, that's an idea! We could solve all this right now, couldn't we?' He was so obviously trying to make it a joke that it fell flat. Besides, as part of the tacit agreement to regard Molly as sexless, none of them had ever joked about her sexually, not even among themselves. The joke sounded odd to all of them. To Molly perhaps especially. She felt nervous all of a sudden.

The guys laughed uneasily, but Molly could see that they were looking at her differently. She was right: Eric just now noticed that her oversized man's blue dress-shirt was unbuttoned half way, and that beneath it she was wearing a genuinely girlish article: a camisole, which accented the mounds of her voluptuous breasts. Eli, too, noticed something: Molly painted her finger- and toenails, and was wearing open-toed sandals. She had nice feet, sort of sexy. Chris, for his part, was suddenly intrigued by the fact that her ample thighs filled her jeans nicely.

Molly's pulse involuntarily quickened—not, she thought, out of any erotic excitement, but simply from being the object of such lascivious scrutiny. To break the spell she said, 'Whatever, you guys are such wimps. I could take my clothes off right now and you'd still want to play Playstation. Anyway, you've been beating off in front of the computer so long you've all got testicular cancer. You're all probably impotent.'

This failed to break the spell. The reference to herself without clothes only deepened the furrows on their brows. Eli made a weak joke. Chris coughed. Eric began opening the second bottle of wine. Molly continued to squirm: the thought of them picturing her naked made her perspire. And as a consequence, unwanted images began to flash in her mind, too. 

'I got it,' said Eli, finally. Everyone looked at him expectantly, hopefully—wishing for something to relieve them all from this terrible awkwardness. 'We'll all take turns going into Chris's room and jerking off to the picture of his mom next to his bed.' 

This, too, failed, miserably. 

'What am I supposed to do,' Molly asked.

'Um, I dunno. You could finger yourself to his dad.'

'Dude, shut up,' said Chris. 'You're fucking disgusting!'

'Yeah,' said Eric, 'have you seen Chris's dad? His tits are bigger than his mom's!'

Finally, the tension seemed to ease. Chris began punching Eric in the shoulder while Eli, cheering on the violence, hurled more mom-insults. The room erupted in raucousness. Someone almost spilled the wine. The bowl of chip-crumbs fell off the table. Eric squealed with pain and laughter at Chris's thrashing.

Only Molly did not participate. She seemed lost in thought, but no one noticed. It was like something never-before dreamed of had occurred to her: these jerks were capable of thinking of her as a girl, after all. Moreover, one worthy of sexual attention. She'd stopped pursuing guys to hang out with her friends, and so had also been lulled into thinking of herself as an androgyne. Sure she painted her toes and wore pretty underwear, but that was just a vestige of some former self. Sure she masturbated, but she didn't put a lot of time or thought into it, not like these guys did.

She was suddenly disappointed that the tension was broken. It was like she'd been a star for just a moment, then everything faded. She liked that feeling and wanted it back. To get it back, she said, a little lower than she might have, 'Or you could all just jerk off to me.'

The laughter died. Chris, Eric, and Eli stopped in an adolescent tableau of male aggression, Eli's fist in mid-flight, aimed at Chris's kidney, Eric caught in Chris's headlock, squashed beneath the other two on the couch.

'Wh-what?' asked Eli, panting, smiling, not sure he'd heard her.

Molly hesitated. The idea of these guys thinking of her as a sexual being had gone from unwanted to welcome. Why was she hesitating? She committed herself: 'I said you could all just jerk off to me, did I stutter? You know, instead of acting out your gay group fantasy with each other on the couch you could man up and go for a real girl.'

Eli played along. 'You're not a real girl. You're a robot. You know that. And you're not even a pleasure model.'

'Oooh!' said Chris and Eric, in unison. 'Burned!'

'Burned?' she chided, 'What is this, 1989? Or was that the year you eunuchs got snipped?'

'I'll give you eunuch,' Chris boasted, grabbing his crotch in an exaggerated manner. 'I'm packin' heat!'

'Tell you what,' said Eli, 'if you can give me a boner, I'll go in Chris's room and jerk off to thoughts of you. I'll blow it all over his pillow-case.'

'What do I get out of that?' she demanded.

'The satisfaction of knowing I jerked off to a robot.'

'Very funny.'

'Well?' he insisted.

'Well what?' she replied.

'Are you going to give me a boner or what?'

'Is that a dare?'

'I double-dog dare you.'

Chris and Eric looked on at their tete-a-tete incredulously, half-smiling. The sexual excitement was giving Eric his own hard-on, but it wasn't clear to him if it was Molly or just the frank sex-talk.

'Fine,' she said. 'Tell you what: I bet I can give you all a hard-on.'

'We can't all go jerk off in Chris's room,' said Eric. 'I've seen his pillows, they're disgusting. He never washes them.'

'You can jerk off right here,' Molly said. 

'In front of you? Sh-whatever!'

'Why not? You think I can't handle it? I dare you losers: If I succeed in giving you a hard-on, you jerk off right here, in front of me and I get to watch.'

'Fine,' said Eli, 'it won't happen. But if it does, I'll do it. You can't question my manhood, robot-girl. I know that beneath your façade of girl-flesh is just a bunch of plastic and silicon.'

'Um, I don't know. Are you guys being serious?' said Eric, already aware that he'd lost that dare.

'Why not, Eric? You never wanted to jerk off in front of a real girl,' she mocked, and slid off the couch onto the floor, kneeling, her legs spread wide, her hands massaging her thighs. She reached behind her head and removed her hair clip, letting her thick brown hair fall onto her shoulders. She did her best sexy look, and then laughed—partly to break her own spell, partly to show that she'd only half-committed to this little game.

'C'mon, Eric,' Eli taunted. 'It's Molly—you can't seriously think Molly is hot. What about you, Chris, are you game?'

'S-sure,' Chris sputtered, clearly trying not to think about Molly.

'How-how will you know if we have a boner,' Eric inquired, putting off the inevitable.

'Duh,' said Molly, 'You'll take it out and I'll look at it. You do have a dick, right?'

'Where will we jerk off if we lose?' asked Chris.

'You guys are such pansies!' she cried. '"Where will we jerk off if we lose"' she repeated, mockingly. 'I don't care where you jerk off—do on the floor, do it in your pants.' Then she smiled, seductively, and pulled her shirt down around her shoulders, revealing the tight camisole and the smooth valley of her cleavage. She said in a husky, porn voice, 'Or, you can just do it right on me, boys,' and laughed again.

She saw Eric's hand go immediately to his crotch, shielding it. Chris, too, shifted nervously.

Eli cried, 'Circle jerk!' and laughed hysterically, but Molly knew that his crudeness was just a disguise for his own arousal.

'Yeah,' she said, continuing her seductive act, her hands moving up underneath her breasts. They could see her nipples. 'Yeah, boys, spray my boobs with your spunk. Isn't that what the porn girls like?'

'Okay, fuck,' said Chris, 'I think I've already got a boner.'

'Ooh! Let's see let's see!' said Molly, excitedly.

He pushed his crotch forward and spread his jeans tightly over his clearly hard prick. They could all see the outline of it. 'See? You win. But I don't think I'm going to jerk off in front of you.'

'No, dude, you got's to take it out! That was the deal!' yelled Eli.

'I never made any deal,' said Chris. His voice cracked. The pressure was getting to him.

Molly removed her outer shirt. They could see the shape of her body better now, the slight bulge of her belly as it poked out over her jeans, the arch of her back. Through her blue and white-pin-striped camisole they could see the indentation of her belly-button, the tips of her nipples. 'You're not going to back out of a dare, are you, Chris? That's pretty pussy,' she said, and laughed. She was still somewhere between joking and serious. She didn't know what she'd do if he pulled it out.

'Yeah Chris, you pussy,' said Eli.

'Shut up, Eli. You just want to see my big cock, you fag! C'mon, Molly, no way. I'm not going to jerk off in front of you.'

'What if I said pretty please?' and she pouted her lips. Molly was excited now. She didn't think they'd go through with it, but now she wasn't sure she didn't want them to. She was waiting for cues from them, holding back, not wanting to commit, playing at playing like it was all in fun. Chris, too, was caught in this ambivalent state. The idea of jerking off in front of Molly had made him so hard he could barely keep it in his pants. But years of familiarity and friendship were working against his animal impulse to pull out his cock and do the act.

Finally he posed his own gambit: 'Fine, if Eric and Eli pull out their dicks—which are hard as mine, I know it, I see Eric's at least—I'll do it, too.'

Eric shifted again, Eli laughed nervously. Clearly, Molly thought, this was the moment of crisis. She would have to pull out all the stops if she really wanted them to. The idea of it was making her wet, making her belly tremble. She was getting so ripe she could come if she just pressed her legs together to get a little friction. She hadn't had a real cock in ages. Kneeling here on the floor, a sex object to three horny guys, dorks or not, made her want to cum. She had to force images of each of them stuffing her mouth with their dicks from her mind. These thoughts made her want to cum so badly. 




Movie Night



DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it...

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Shannon was a gorgeous, twenty-five-year-old redhead with a very sexy body. She worked out six days a week and was a very well-disciplined eater. As a result she had a great pair of toned legs, a sexy bubble-butt and a tight, trim waist. Her C-cup breasts were nice and firm and she kept her pussy completely waxed, something that her boyfriend quickly learned to appreciate. She was very much in love with her boyfriend and they talked regularly about moving in together and getting married, even though they had only been seeing each other for a few months.

Shannon was relatively new in town, so she didn't have too many friends. Over the past couple of months she had been getting closer to one of her coworkers, Linda. Linda was a couple of years younger than Shannon and lived at home with her parents, just like Shannon. She was a beautiful blonde with healthy curves, her body certainly not as tight and toned as Shannon's, but in no way was it less sexy. She had fairly large D-cup breasts and wide, womanly hips. She, too, had a boyfriend, although she wasn't nearly as serious about him as Shannon was about her man.

Linda's parents were going to be out of town for several days. While she would normally invite her boyfriend over so they could take advantage of having the house to themselves, he was out of town as well at a cousin's wedding. After talking to Shannon, they decided to get together on the Friday night for a girls' night. The plan was to stay up late watching movies and gossiping, with Shannon spending the night.

After watching the first movie they had rented, they started talking about their boyfriends, and also about their sex lives.

"Chris is actually really good in bed," Shannon said. "I have an orgasm almost every time."

"Really?" Linda said. "I'm lucky if Ian can make me cum half the time. What does Chris do that works so well?"

"For starters, he's well hung," Shannon explained. "I always used to believe that size didn't matter, but when we made love the first time I found out how wrong I was."

"I know what you mean," Linda said. "My last boyfriend had a really big dick and it was amazing."

"It's not just the size, though," Shannon replied. "He knows how to use it too. You know how most girls say that missionary doesn't give them enough clitoral stimulation? I don't know if it's the angle or what, but he always manages to rub my clit just right."

"You lucky bitch," Linda said with a smile.

"Don't get me wrong, he's not perfect."

"Oh really? How so?"

"I wish he would go down on me more often," Shannon admitted. "I love oral sex so much. I love giving it to him, and I do that at least three or four times a week, but he hardly ever returns the favour."

"Really? I don't enjoy it when Ian goes down on me."

"Maybe he's just not that good at it," Shannon said.

"Maybe," Linda replied. "I guess you can't expect a guy to know exactly how to go down on a woman."

"Yeah, I always wondered what it would be like to have a woman go down on me."

"Hasn't every woman?" Linda said with a light chuckle. "I'm sure a woman would be much better at it."

"Nothing beats a hard cock, though," Shannon added.

"I don't know, I'd seriously think about giving up guys if I found a woman that was good at eating pussy. Besides, there's always strap-ons!" Both girls laughed at Linda's comment.

"Have you ever fooled around with a girl?" Shannon asked.

"No," Linda replied. "Have you?"

"Once," Shannon said.

"Really? What did you do?"

"We just kissed a little bit and touched each other."

"What was it like?" Linda asked.

"It was actually really sexy," Shannon replied. "It just felt so erotic and taboo." The room fell silent for a moment, then Linda leaned in and kissed Shannon. Shannon said nothing, choosing instead to return the kiss. Linda stopped for a moment, pulled back, and quickly peeled her shirt off. Her breasts were encased in a simple white bra, and Shannon watched as she now pulled off her pants as well, revealing the matching thong. Shannon reached out and started to gently caress Linda's breasts.

"You're right," Linda said. "This does feel taboo." With that comment she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, revealing her large breasts. Shannon leaned down to start kissing and sucking them as Linda started to run her hands over Shannon's chest as well. "I wonder what Chris and Ian would think," Linda said. She did her best to grope Shannon as she felt her lips on her breasts. Shannon then began to rub Linda's pussy through her thong, making her moan. "See, who needs a cock?" Linda said with a smile. Shannon pulled Linda's thong aside and started to lightly finger her pussy. She stopped to pull Linda's thong off completely, leaving Linda completely naked while she was still fully clothed. "That feels so good," Linda gasped as Shannon continued to finger her pussy. Shannon stopped to take off her shirt, exposing her perky tits, unencumbered by a bra, then she went back to fingering Linda's pussy. She stopped again a minute later to pull of her pants, revealing the fact that she hadn't worn panties either. Linda pushed her back on the couch, then bent down and began kissing all around her inner thighs and stomach. Over the course of the next few minutes she grew bolder until she finally started to lick gently at Shannon's pussy.

The house was dead silent for the next several minutes with the exception, of course, of the moans coming from both women. Shannon was moaning the most, but Linda was clearly enjoying herself as well. She started to use her fingers as well, doing the same things to Shannon that she knew she would like to have done to her.

"Damn girl!" Shannon said. "You're fucking good with your tongue!"

"Better than Chris's big dick?" Linda asked.

"No comment," Shannon said, laughing. A couple of minutes later she was holding onto Linda's head and pulling her in, grinding her pussy against her face. "I'm so fucking wet for you!" she said. "That feels incredible!" Her orgasm was fast approaching as Linda showed off her newly-discovered skill. "Fuck!" Shannon screamed. "Oh shit yes! I'm fucking cumming! I'm cumming all over your face!" She finished cumming, then Linda sat back and spread her legs.

"I ate your pussy," she said. "Now it's your turn to eat mine." Shannon got into it quite quickly, eagerly lapping at Linda's soaking wet pussy.

"I can't believe we're doing this!" Shannon said. "It feels so right!" For nearly twenty minutes the house echoed with Linda's cries as her pussy got fingered and eaten. Eventually she came as well, shouting loudly.

"Let's go up to my room," Linda said after her orgasm had subsided. Both girls got up and walked up the stairs and into Linda's room. Linda led Shannon onto the bed that she had lost her virginity on at age eighteen, and had been fucked on by at least ten other guys since, including her current boyfriend. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace, each of them tasting their own juices off the other's face. They pressed their bodies against each other, almost as though they were both trying to merge with the other.

"This feels so amazing!" Linda said. "You're so fucking gorgeous!"

"I love every inch of your sexy body," Shannon said.

"I can't believe how wet I am! This feels so dirty!"

"Let me see how wet you are. I want to taste that pussy again."

Linda pushed Shannon onto her back and then turned to straddle her face. She leaned forward and buried her head between Shannon's legs as both girls started to eat each other out in a sixty-nine position. They both moaned in ecstasy as they ate each other to another orgasm, pussy juices coating each other's face.

"I want to feel this hot little pussy against mine," Shannon said. They positioned themselves so their legs were intertwined and moved close to each other, then they began to slowly grind their pussies into each other.

"We're both so wet!" Linda said, noting the sloppy sound of their soaking pussies rubbing together. The got more and more turned on, grinding their pussies together harder with each passing minute. They each came quite quickly, less than a minute apart, but they continued to grind into each other. "That feels fucking amazing!" Linda moaned. "My pussy is tingling so much!" A couple of minutes later they both came again, this time only twenty or thirty seconds apart.

"I've never cum this hard before in my life!" Shannon said. It was only a matter of minutes before they each had a massive orgasm, topping all of the previous ones and cumming at exactly the same time. They both collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, gasping for air for a solid couple of minutes before finally snuggling up face-to-face.

"I think," Shannon said, brushing her fingers through Linda's hair, "that we should make a trip to the store. A strap-on would definitely be a lot of fun to experiment with."

"Maybe the boys would like to join us," Linda said.

"I'm sure they would," Shannon replied, "but I'd rather keep you all to myself." They smiled briefly before kissing passionately once again...



Movie Night



I've been celibate for way too goddamn long. In my case, that's a year. I can't imagine being one of those poor bastards who talk about not getting laid for years on end, and even choose to remain virgins. I'm already on the verge of being a raving lunatic, and making sour jokes to friends about cleaning cobwebs out of my pussy. 

As one might guess, being given the "it's not you, it's me" talk from a friend I was trying to get to know biblically was not the most fun way I've ever spent my time. Sure, I'm glad that he knows his limitations and all that happy shit, but I'm ready to risk a little drama to squeak the bedsprings with him. Hell, after the end of a relationship where I was getting all the yelling and drama in exchange for very little sex that was usually awful, a few tears in exchange for a good hard fuck seemed like a good deal. Still, he was sincere, and I'm no femme fatale, so I chalked him up to a miss and decided to rewrite my internet dating profile.

I'm not one to get rid of a friend out of spurned vanity, so we kept meeting up to eat dinner and watch bad movies together. Sure, I occasionally glazed over and went to a happy place where we didn't have clothes, but I wasn't expecting anything to come of some harmless fantasies. 

That took alcohol. 

When he opened the door that night, I blundered into a bit of foreshadowing by holding up a plate of cookies and a bottle of vodka and proclaiming "Candy's dandy, but liquor's quicker!" He grinned at me and grabbed the precariously perched cookies. I followed him inside, enjoying the sight of his tight ass as he headed for the kitchen. 

"What's the cinematic masterpiece for tonight?" I asked as I plopped down on the couch.

He named a recent avant-guard horror movie and a stoner comedy as he came back with two bowls of soup, two bottles of beer tucked under his arm and a bottle opener dangling from his fingers. I find his dexterity quite... inspiring.

We elected to watch the horror movie first, so that we could turn it off if it were awful, and the comedy was bound to be much funnier after we'd gotten a bit of firewater in us. 

No one came here for a movie review, so I'll just say that we held out through the movie, but it took a few mixed drinks after we finished dinner. We stretched out on the floor through the comedy, nibbling cookies and making stupid drunken jokes. It was a decent enough movie, but I let myself get distracted by my raging hormones and watched him. He has long red hair and a fit body with strong arms, two things that make me crazy. I love the way his face crinkles when he smiles, and his eyes, blue-green like a Caribbean sea, make me feel melty. 

"Let me make you up a bed out here." he offered after the movie. "You're not going anywhere tonight. "

"Right." I got up and stretched. "If it's not too much trouble and you have the extra blankets. I'm gonna go pay the alcohol tax."

When I got back from the bathroom, I rounded the corner into the living room and ran smack into his back. Tipsy as we were, we went down onto the blankets he'd laid down, pillows flying out of his hands as he went to catch his fall.

We ended up in each other's arms, laughing. Several times, we subsided, then caught each other's eyes and started giggling again. Somewhere along the line, the giggles turned to kisses, and the kisses got heated.

He started to gently stroke my waist, pushing his hands under my shirt and making me shiver. As I feared, however, he stopped and rolled away from me with a sigh.

"Can't."

"Won't." I said irritably, then sighed myself. "Sorry, frustration. I know... I just... I..." I trailed off, drawing circles on his chest. "I want you. We're still friends, yeah, but man, I wanna fuck your brains out."

He grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him for a hot, hungry kiss. "Want you too." He rasped. "Just don't want to get involved with anyone right now."

"Involved? I just want to ride you like breaking a bad pony. Hell, we've already reached the point of creating some serious awkwardness tomorrow morning, why not just give in and tango?"

"Tango?" I could see the wheels turning as he tried to process a coherent response. Amusingly enough, he decided to try and scare me off. "Tango? I'll fuck you up the ass, hot little bitch."

If I had been the sensitive shrinking violet or highfalutin' artistic type he was mainly attracted to, it may have worked. I don't think any of his previous girlfriends I'd met would have looked him in the eye and said "You've got the lube, then you can do the riding, cowboy."

He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, grinding his crotch against mine. I wrapped my legs around him and started to pull his shirt up. "Come on then, come on. Fuck me."

We kissed and writhed as our hands fumbled to strip him. I slid down as he pulled his pants off and took his hard cock in my hands, stroking as I kissed my way down his belly. "Yesssss" he hissed as I took a long lick up the underside of his cock and cupped his balls in one hand. I licked him like I was trying to catch the drips from an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, repeatedly coming up to swirl my tongue around the head, and ducking down to take a testicle in my mouth, rolling it gently over my tongue. The way he moaned, I don't think he was used to having the stepchildren included in reindeer games. I admit a rush of victory, when he unthinkingly spread his legs and pushed his hips up to give me easier access. Getting a good grip on his shaft and stroking firmly and slowly, I licked my way under his balls and gave him a demonstration of my ability to write the alphabet on his taint with my tongue. By this time, he was panting and reduced to mixing and matching the words 'oh,' 'god' and 'yes.'

Just as I was making my way back up and thinking about throwing a leg over him and getting my yee-haw on, he laced his fingers tighter in my hair and tugged to guide me to sit up. 

"Take your shirt off."

I pulled my shirt off slowly, dropping it on the floor with a little flourish. He leaned over and pulled the straps of my bra off my shoulders, yanking the cups down under my breasts. As he pushed his face between my breasts, still held proudly up by the underwire, I reached for the zipper in the back of my skirt. 

"Uh-uh" Suddenly, my arms were held together by the wrists, behind me. "Simon didn't say."

"You wouldn't put me out of the game, would you?" 

"I'll give you another chance... but let me make the rules more clear." he purred. I sat very still as he pulled the belt out of his pants and used it to bind my wrists together. I bit my lip, feeling excited and frustrated as he sat smiling at me and playing with my nipples, drawing big circles around them with his calloused thumbs. 

"Pushy little tart. What if I want to just jerk off on your tits and go to bed?"

"I guess you could, but then you'd have to listen to me getting myself off, because I'm already too worked up. You'd have to know that those moans you were hearing were from me playing with the pussy that's all hot and wet for you and that I'm thinking about you pounding me with that thick cock. You might regret this in the morning and you'll have passed up the chance to take me."

He slid a hand up under my skirt, slowly, using his other hand to clasp my neck and push my chin up with his thumb. I wasn't expecting the nips that he alternated with kisses on my neck and shoulder, and they made me jump, my concentration split between his hand that was pushing between my legs, and his lips and teeth. When he rubbed his hand against my cunt, I moaned loudly. He suddenly pulled away, leaving me sputtering protestations.

"You want it?" he asked, stroking his cock.

"Please" I pleaded "fuck me. Oh, please just take me, fuck me hard."

He undid the buckle and let me slip out of the belt around my wrists as he pushed me down onto the pile of blankets and pillows. "You want to be my little fucktoy? Then let's play."

Lifting my skirt, he pulled at the panties that were plastered to my slippery pussy and I frantically wriggled to help him get them off me.

He positioned himself to slide into me, then just rocked against me, dick sliding across my lips and grazing my clit and making me wild with pleasure and impatience. 

"Mmmmm, I love watching your face. And those little 'ah!' noises you're making. It's very, very hot."

My breath hitched and I lifted my hips, wordlessly pleading.

I don't know who thrust harder as he slid into me, but we were soon in a hard and fast rhythm, me begging him to go deeper and wrapping my legs around him, him grunting with effort as he fucked me wildly. I could soon feel sweat beading on his back and knew from the way that my hair was plastered to the sides of my face, that I was equally sticky. It wasn't too long before he was moaning deeply in a way that told me he was nearly done. I bucked against him, whispering to him to come for me, to let me see him get off. He followed my instructions very nicely, gasping and shuddering against me. 

After a moment to catch his breath, he looked at me and asked "You didn't...?" I shook my head. "Ah. We need to fix that, then." he responded, pulling out and rolling off me. I gave him a curious look as he laid alongside me, tucking a pillow under the arm he propped himself up on. He kissed me, placing his hand on my stomach. As he kissed me more, he started to lazily draw little circles on my tummy with his fingers, making his way downwards. When he finally reached down and rubbed softly against my pussy, I pushed up against his hand. He pushed two fingers inside me, using his thumb to make little circles on my clit. I saw stars almost instantly, and could feel the muscles clamping down on his hand. I let waves of pleasure wash over me, rocking my hips to show him the rhythm I wanted. Closing my eyes, I laid back and let him work his magic, soon pushing me over the edge in a toe-curling full body tingle. 

When the aftershocks passed through me, I looked up into those gorgeous eyes and smiled as I reached up to tuck a sweat-soaked strand of hair behind his ear. "Looks like we could use to get involved... in a shower. Race you to the bathroom."



Movie Night



This experience was a game we talked about many times, I just needed the opportunity. I was to get another man's hand in my panties at the movies, have him get me off. Use him for my benefit. Rules were set, which included staying in touch as much as I could, and posting the experience here. 

The perfect opportunity arose to play out our game late one evening. I was heading to the movies with a friend of mine, John. I am in my early 30s, 5'4, size 6. Sexy and attractive, all around cute. I took a few pictures of myself dressed casually in a sweatshirt and yoga pants and sent them to you as I was walking out the door. I was everything from "simply irresistible" to "teasing." 

I texted you the entire way to the theatre while I was in the car with John. I was warming up from the knowledge of our game, the sexual aspect of the movie we were going to see, and most of all the added encouragement from you. 

We were two of three people in the theatre. Part way through the movie, John's hand moved to my leg, rubbing the top of my thigh softly. I slipped out of the movie so that I could text you, tell you what was going on. You were very excited at the thought. 

I went back to the theatre, sat down and leaned my leg back against him. Giving him the okay to touch me again. He started running his fingers up my thigh, coming close to my pussy, but not touching it. Doing the same with my other leg. It was so soft and teasing; I was very aware. He kept that same light touch and finally grazed his fingers over my pussy. 

The movie ended and we just stayed talking in the theatre. I thought the other person in the theatre would never leave! As he did, he stopped and talked to us for a bit. I leaned forward slightly as I turned, and John slipped his arm behind me and started rubbing my back. When we were alone again, I leaned completely forward in my seat, his hand stayed on my back, moving under my sweatshirt and lower into the waist of my pants. We kept talking, just idle chit chat, getting more comfortable sitting there in the empty theatre. 

He said that we should go find another mostly empty theatre that is still showing. I convinced him to just stay where we were. I didn't want him to think he could get me that quickly! His hands moved to my stomach, lightly touching and caressing. As we were talking about how long it would be before an employee came into the room, his hands moved to my breasts. John pulled the front of my bra down as he leaned forward and kissed me. He squeezed my nipples, enjoying my breasts. He opened the clasp of my bra, let my tits be free to enjoy. All of a sudden everything stopped in the theatre. The music stopped playing, the lights went out. We were sitting in total darkness. I was getting concerned about that, will someone come check and we get in trouble, or will we be forgotten? 

As he lifted up my sweatshirt, my phone fell out of my front pocket. It was like a reminder that I needed to get into touch with you, though I needed none. I convinced him we needed to head out. As we left I thought that was the end of the evening; that the game could continue another time. "You are so bad," he told me as we headed to the car. "Nah, I just didn't stop you."

The drive back toward my house provided colorful conversation. We talked about the movie, first experiences seeing the opposite sex naked, whether we should stop and have a few drinks. All the while I was texting you, telling you what had happened thus far. We decided that we should stop and have a few drinks before calling it a night. After the drinks at the bar, he pulled into a construction area, just around the corner from my house and we parked and talked some more. I continued to text you, tell you where I was, what was happening. He said he wanted to pick up where we left off, that he wanted to touch me. 

I teased him a little, telling him we couldn't in the car, it was late, had to be up early, all the excuses. I wanted to see how much he wanted it. I also did want to get home to you. I finished texting you, and turned to him. He leaned over the console to kiss me, his body pushing me toward the car door. He was bolder this time, away from the theatre. His hand moved straight to my pussy, but touching only on the outside of my pants. He reached up inside my sweatshirt again, teasing my breasts. It was not the most comfortable set up, and he grew frustrated. John suggested we should get into the backseat. I don't think I've ever seen him move that fast before. I followed him to the back; I didn't figure we'd be too long. 

I sat down next to him and he again leaned into me and picked up where we left off. It ended up with me leaned back, between the end of the seat and a bit on the door. As he kissed me, his hand went to my pussy again and then running back up to my waist, stomach and breasts. He finally reached down and put his hand in my pants. 

I thought, "Yes", I did it. Now that he was there, I wanted him to get me off. His fingers found the wet lips of my pussy. He teased my entire pussy, moving up and down my slit, around my clit. It felt good, really great. The expression on his face looked like he was getting something he'd been thinking about for a long time. 

As he was playing with me and leaning over me, he said, "Why do I feel like you've been here before?" My answer was indecisive. He kept teasing me with his fingers, feeling me wet. He still didn't rub me or feel me enough. Instead, his mouth went to my breasts, sucking and teasing. It felt really good, but I had to ask him to back off a little bit. It was a little too hard. After I had more shortness of breath, some moaning, he put his hand back in my pants and just rubbed my clit. He was getting me so hot, I was getting close to cumming. He pushed his fingers into me, deep. Did he ever want me... 

He stopped me short and told me he told me he loved to taste pussy, that he wanted it. He started pulling my pants down lower to around my knees, bending my legs forward over my head so that my pussy was exposed to him and then went down to suck on me. He licked me, pushed his tongue into my pussy, sucked on my clit. He made me very hot, I enjoyed all he was giving to me. He made me cum laying there on my back like a little slut – your little slut. 

I thought that would be it, and then he came up again and started rubbing and fucking my pussy again with his fingers. I never begged for it, but I told him it felt good. He had to have enjoyed me and fucked me with his fingers at least two or three times and sucked on me a good long while. I know he wanted me to touch him, was probably thinking about how good of a fuck I could be. Even though I am your dirty girl, I was a good girl that night. I didn't touch him at all. I kept my hands to myself, just taking what he was giving me, and enjoying every minute of it. Being that naughty girl. I must have cum at least three times that afternoon. 

When I noticed what time it was and I was satisfied, I was very anxious to get back to you. I called you right away and told you what had happened. That I had gone farther than the plan, hoped you forgave me for it. I just wanted to be honest with you. Even told you that John thought you would probably punch him when you met him, considering everything. 

I loved the game, making the step but very much would like the next time to be with you there too. I want us both to feel good, want you included, I want to feel like the very naughty girl with you. Just tell me when and where... 



Movie Night



It had been two months since Sue had left Nebraska to return to her family in New Jersey and she'd been regretting that decision nearly every day. Two years prior, she and her boyfriend Bill had left the garden state to make a new life in Nebraska. While Bill seemed to love it there, Sue had harbored a bit of homesickness. After a particularly stressful week and a nasty argument, she'd decided to take a flight back home to her mother's home. Bill, of course, remained out West.

As the days and weeks passed, Sue began to miss Bill and the life they had in Nebraska so she started to call him on occasion. Bill was always friendly and seemed to miss her, but Sue noted he sounded a bit more self-assured than usual. It turned out that one of Sue's co-workers who'd had an eye for Bill, had swooped in right after she left. Sue felt that she needed to find a way to recapture Bill's interest and get back home to his arms.... but how?

Long-distance talk soon turned to phone sex sessions, but Bill tended to push away the notion of Sue returning to his apartment in the midwest. She noted, however, that he always seemed to tae a keen interest into whether she was having sex with other men. One night she played along and discovered that Bill was very excited about the idea of her having sex with more than one man and so she began to plant the idea in his mind. The more she seemed to be open to the idea, the more he seemed to open to the idea of her returning. Of course the more they talked about it, the more the idea began to stimulate Sue as well.

It was a Friday afternoon Bill informed Sue that he'd called it quits with Karen. Sue, hoping to capitalize on the news suggested that she catch a flight home to him.

"There's something I want you to do first..." he said.

"whatever you want." Sue replied.

"I want you to see a movie tonight."

"Ok..." she said, a bit puzzled.

"At the Plaza." He added, his voice husky.

The Plaza was an adult movie theater where the movie watchers often became the real show. They'd gone once but not for long as Sue was a bit shy then.

"Ok..." she said feeling a tingle of excitement in her stomach.

"I want you to wear your black trenchcoat and heels... and nothing else. Call me when you get home and tell me everything."

"Ok Bill. I will." She said. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Filled with excitement and nervousness, Sue could hardly breathe after hanging up the phone. She showered and shaved her pussy. She wore a simple black dress with heels and took her trenchcoat and asked her mother to borrow the car for the night.

"Where are you going?" her mother wondered?

"Oh to the movies," Sue replied.

"Alone?" 

"No, I'm meeting some friends there."

On the way to the Plaza, sue stopped at a bar to get a quick drink to calm her nerves. Inside the ladies' room, she removed her dress and donned the trenchcoat, excited at how naughty she felt being naked under the coat. She then took her seat at the bar and had a shot of Jack Daniels, which calmed her nerves, but not her excitement. Had she wanted to do this all along? 

She recalled their first trip to the Plaza where another couple was near the front and the woman was sucking a dick when Sue got nervous and they left. Thinking of it made Sue horny as hell, and her pussy became wet. She finished her drink and left the bar, being sure to flash the fellow at the jukebox quickly on her way out. His shocked expression left a smile on her face.

Three men stood otside the Plaza when Sue pulled up. They stared openly at her as she walked alone to the door. Their faces told her without words that they wanted her. She was beginning to feel a bit nervous again, but her excitement level was peaking. She bought a ticket and walked into the dark room where two women were sucking each others' tits and moaning loudly through the speakers.

Sue look around... there were about 8 men all told, one sitting in the front row. She sat next to him. He was in his 40's, average build and was fiddling with his mostly soft penis when she surprised him. He stared at her at first, then looked back toward the screen. Sue, having resolved herself to making a night of this unbuttoned her trenchcoat and opened it, revealing her shaved and naked body. She noted that the man beside her was now sporting a full erection. 

"May I touch it?" she asked him... he simply nodded. She reached out and touched his dick very lightly with her fingertips and it jumped. She smiled at this and grasped it firmly in her hand, slowly moving up and down, stroking his dick. The man leaned his head back and closed his eyes, moaning.

His skin felt silky and Sue found herself enjoying the idea of jerking off a complete stranger, when she noticed the other men closing in. She became nervous but her pussy began to drip. Sue was a Gusher, and her cunt was already beginning to throb ans she watched them approach like a pack of wolves.

The man who took the seat on her right began to touch her tits, gently at first, then tweaking her nipples. She reached for his belt and he helped her to pull his cock out of his pants. She began jerking him off too, feeling like a slut with a dick in each hand, and loving it! Her body now had hands rubbing it from behind her and both sides, and she closed her eyes and let out a moan. She felt her legs being pulled apart and looked down to see a younger guy kneeling. He began to lick her pussy and she immediately came, squirting her liquid on the fellow's face. 

"Holy shit! She squirts!" he said and the men grunted around her in satisfaction. He went back to business, eating her pussy, while she stroked the men on either side. Her chin was gently lifted to her left and she felt a cock touch her lips. Instinctively, Sue opened her mouth and began sucking the stranger's cock, twirling her tongue around the head and moaning in pleasure at the tongue on her clit.

In mere moments, she felt the cock on her mouth pulsate then a stream of hot cum hot the back of her throat. "oh god, oh god swallow it you fucking slut!" the stranger shouted and Sue felt another orgasm rack her. She swallowed his load and sucked harder wanting more of his cum. "I am a slut, a cum slut" she thought and found it excited her even more.

The stranger moved his cock from her mouth and stepped back into the shadows while the guiy she first sat next to stood up and put his dick in front of her face. "Suck it, whore" he said and she obeyed. How she wanted to obey. The young guy was still eating her pussy like a champ, she was jerking a guy off and sucking another one. 

The man she was sucking grabbed her hair and began throusting his dick in and out of her mouth and quickly came. "That's it, that's it!" he said over and over as he shot into her mouth. At least 5 spurts of cum, and she swallowed it all with no hesitation.

"My turn" she heard in front of her and when she opened her eyes, she saw the younbg man being pulled aside by one of the men from outside. He dropped his pants and was fully erect, and positioned himself to fuck her. "Wait!" she cried. He wasn't wearing a condom and she wasn't on the pill.

"You came here to get fucked, slut." and he thrust his cock into her dripping pussy. It felt so good inside her, but she had to stop this, so she attempted to get up, when she felt hands on her wrists holding her down. The guy she was jerking off on the right put his dick to her mouth. "Suck it.. I'm ready to cum!" 

And she did. Despite her fears, she was so overcome with lust that she took that cock into her mouth and swallowed his cum, while being fucked. The man fucking her was pounding for all his worth. It was like a jackhammer and she came twice, spilled her juice all over the front of his pants. 

She realized after cumming that she had another dick in her left hand and another waiting for her mouth. She sucked and jerked while the the man between her legs pounded her cunt. "Oh yes... oh yes!" then man fucking her began to call out. She couldn't let him cum in her pussy!

"Please, cum in my mouth!" she said.

"Is that what you are? A cumslut?" He asked, clearly on the edge of explosion.

"Yes, I want to swallow you." 

That was all he could take as he pulled out of her pussy and shot two spurts onto her chin before getting the head into her mouth for the rest. 

"Now clean it up" he said when he pulled his throbbing cock out of her mouth, and he scooped up his cum from her chin and tits with his fingers and made her suck them clean.

Then she felt herself being turned onto her knees, facing backwards over her seat. Two more men stood with their dicks out, stroking them, and they moved closer. The man she'd been sucking before moved behind her and began fucking her pussy from behind. She alternated sucking the two dicks in front of her, all the while stroking the man in the seat next to her.

"Swallow mine, bitch" the guy fucking her said, and she turned around as he pulled out of her pussy. He came very hard, like a mini-shotgun. It made her gag a bit. "Take it you cum slut!" he said and she did, every drop.

The guys she'd been sucking off came around and she continued to suck them alternatingly. They both were coming to completion at the same time and they made her open her mouth as they shot their loads together onto her tongue.

Down the hatch it went, and then there was one man left. She knelt in front of him, bobbing her head up and down, giving his dick a tongue-bath. When he came, he held her head down. She swallowed his load and he said weakly "Thank you, sweetie."

"You're welcome." she said and stood up. Some seats in the theater were taken, but if they had been the men who she'd sucked off, she couldn't tell. She closed her trenchcoat and left the Plaza.

That night she called Bill and told him what had happened. A week later she re-told the tale in person as he made love to her.



Movie Night



For Tellstory2Jake, thanks for the help!

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"Lets go to a movie," Remy said smiling. Jake just sat there looking at her, he hadn't been much fun lately, not wanting to do anything. "come on we haven't gone to the show in a long time. I'll even let you pick the movie." Remy sat on her husband's lap and kissed his cheek. She hated it when he got in one of his moods, everything suffered, including their love life. She knew she just needed to break him out of his funk and why not a fun night at the movies, a place where you can escape. 

"Ok fine," Jake agreed, not quite smiling "but we're seeing that movie about the stripper super hero." Remy winced inside, ugh she was really about to sit through a stupid movie like that. Anything for her husband she thought as long as it would help him get out of his funk. Who knew what kind of things a movie like that would stir up, it might not be so bad after all, she thought. "Alright fine," Remy said "but I get to pick our seats!" She jumped up off of his lap and ran to the bedroom, laughing as she went. Jake sat there watching her, his smiling broadening, leave it to Remy to lighten his mood. She could be so child-like, then she could be all sensual woman, she was complex yet so simple. Enjoying the simple things in life, like a walk on a breezy summer day, an afternoon at the ballpark, sleeping out under the stars. That was what he loved about her most, and the fact that she was willing to do almost anything for him.

He thought back to when they first met, a day he would never forget. He remembered being almost in love with her before he ever saw her face, she had a beautiful voice and a kind laugh. He had called the store where she worked for some information about a product, he was asking her all kinds of questions, which she had answered as best she could. During their conversation he found they had a common passion for cooking. They talked for quite a while, he thanked her for all her help and told her he would be in later. When he went to the store later that day he was a little disappointed to find she had already gone home for the day. He thought about her over the next few days.

The next week he had to go back to the store, he hoped she would be there. He would finally be able to put a face to the voice. He didn't realize it then, but he knows now that he was in love with her from the very moment he first saw her. She had a beautiful smile, and a kind way about her. She was so nice and helpful. She even remembered their conversation from the previous week and asked him how his cooking was going. Jake remembered being too chicken to ask her out right then, the store was getting busy and she had to help other customers. I'm just another customer Jake thought, she's probably that nice to everybody. He frequented the store and eventually asked her out. He was rewarded with that beautiful smile. He remembers their first date, rather vividly, he especially remembered how it almost ended. They were walking around and ended up at her building, she said goodnight and started up the stairs without even a kiss. He was almost halfway down the block when she called to him. They made love for the first time that night.

Jake sat there in the living room, he could hear Remy in the other room humming. Again he thought back to that night. Her body was warm and inviting, she was comforting, she made him feel taken care of, even when she hadn't done anything yet. He remembers her smile and nervous giggles as they undressed for each other. There was always a sense of fun with Remy. She smiled as she played with her breasts and rubbed her mound, laughing as his cock started to get hard. "You like to watch that? I like to watch too." He took the hint and grabbed his cock, stroking it until it was rock hard. Remy laid on her bed, legs spread rubbing her clit and pussy lips. Jake was so turned on, they hadn't even touched each other yet, not even a kiss. "I'm so wet," she said "come and see" Jake felt like he would cum with one stroke on his cock, he had never been this excited before. 

He kneeled between her spread legs, and touched her for the first time. Placing his hands on her inner thighs, he rubbed gently working his way up and parting her legs further. He could see the dampness on her dark curls as he got closer. He lightly caressed her, eliciting a moan from her lips, his fingers were feather light as he teased her. She squirmed and bucked her hips wanting more contact. Finally he gave it to her, running his finger up and down her wet folds, gently rubbing her clit. Her head lulled back as he reached up and fondled her breast. He felt her get wetter as he pinched and rolled her sensitive nipple between his rough fingertips. She reached out to her bedside table, opened the drawer and reached inside. The foil packet hit him square in the chest then landed on the bed between them. Remy laughed as he picked it up. She watched with much anticipation as he rolled the condom onto his rock hard cock. He would never forget how he felt that night, it felt like that with her every time.

Remy couldn't stop humming that stupid song, it had been in her head all day. She glanced out into the living room where Jake was still sitting in his chair. She wished she knew why he got in these funks, and what she could do to get him out of them. She hoped what she had planned would work tonight. She loved him so much, she wanted him to be happy, for them to both be happy. She started thinking about their first kiss, how unconventional it was. She guessed that she had known all along, deep inside that things would work out between them, she had felt good with him from the moment they met. They had a fun time on their first date, laughing over dinner then walking around the city. She remembers thinking as he was walking away, just call him back, even though she felt like they had the future, she thought why not start it now. 

"Are you almost ready?" Jake called from the other room, bringing her back to the present. Yup, she thought, I'm ready. "Yeah in a minute." she called back to him. 

She knew it sounded crazy now, because really how could she have known, but she did know. She knew on their first date that they would be together for a long time. They hadn't even kissed yet, but there she was, naked on her bed, watching as he rolled a condom onto his big, hard dick. She reached out, taking his cock in her hand, guiding it to her wet slit she held him there. "Kiss me first" she said. Jake wasted no time in leaning down and taking her mouth in a hot possessive kiss. At the same moment that he thrust his tongue into her wet mouth, he thrust his cock into her warm, wet pussy. She gasped at being so filled by his cock. Remy took a deep breath, her heart raced at the memory of the intense orgasm she experienced that night. 

"I'm glad we came out," Remy smiled, as she and Jake left the café where they had had dinner. They walked hand in hand down the street, heading to the theater. "We can see whatever movie you want," Jake said "I was just giving you a hard time with that one." Remy laughed, thinking to herself, if it all went as planned he would be the one having the hard time. "I don't care about the movie," Remy said, smiling at him "actually I think it's an interesting choice." Remy laughed and Jake thought to himself that she must have something up her sleeve. What delightfully wicked thing did she have planned for him, he wondered. These were the things that kept it exciting between them, because he never knew what she would think up to do next. He hoped it wouldn't be too long before he found out. 

Remy could hardly stand it as they sat in the darkness at the back of the near empty theater. She was so excited about what she was going to do. It was about thirty minutes into the stupid movie and she decided she couldn't wait any longer. She leaned into Jake, her gaze straight ahead, "This movie is terrible," she whispered "take out your cock, I'm going to jerk you off." Remy straightened in her seat and continued watching the movie. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jake clumsily trying to get his pants open, she smiled, knowing that he was so excited he could barely function. That excited her to no end and she felt herself getting wet. She squirmed in her seat trying to get some relief. 

Jake was blown away, she never ceased to amaze him. At first he was sure he had made it up in his head, no way did she just say take your cock out, after the shock wore off he tried to open his pants but he was so freaking excited it was hard to function. He could feel his cock twitching and pulsing as it came to life, spurred on by the implications of what she just said. The theater was mostly empty and they were the only people in the back, but every once in a while an usher would come in. What if they got caught? It would be so embarrassing, his cock jumped at the thought, it was also very thrilling. Finally he managed to free his dick from his pants and boxers. 

As soon as Remy saw that he had gotten his dick out, she reached over to him. He wasn't all the way hard yet, but he started to stiffen very quickly once she put her hand on him. First she took him in her hand and just squeezed him in her fist, releasing and squeezing him over and over. He was rock hard now, she took her thumb and rubbed it over and around the head, pressing on the sensitive spot underneath. She felt the pre-cum oozing out and used her thumb to rub it around the head, focusing on the very sensitive tip. Now that Jake's cock was nice and slick she began to stroke him. After a few strokes she stopped and rubbed his balls, they were still in his pants, but she knew how much he liked it when she squeezed them. 

Jake was having a very hard time keeping quiet and trying to act normal. Remy was driving him crazy, just like she always did. His heart was racing as she firmly stroked him, squeezing the head each time her hand got to the top of the shaft. She started stroking faster, she could tell by his breathing he was getting very close, she grabbed her empty soda cup and handed it to him. At first he didn't know what she wanted him to do with it, he wasn't really able to think clearly, then it dawned on him to shoot into the cup. He held it, while she aimed as she stroked and squeezed him, harder and faster, he moaned low and deep, then bit his lip to try and hold it back. She could feel his cock pulsating as he shot a big hot load into the waiting cup. More cum dribbled out and over her fingers as she stroked him slowly, bringing him down gently. She pulled her hand away and to his surprise and delight licked all his cum off of her fingers, she then scooped up the cum that had gotten on his cock and licked that up as well. She returned his softening dick back to his pants and closed him up. He was breathing very hard, his heart beating very fast as he tried to recover. Then she grabbed the cup out of his hand, "Bottoms up!" was all she said before tipping her head back and swallowing down his big load of cum.



Movie Night



Because every family seems to have its traditions, when my children were younger we engaged in Family Movie Night. This meant a double-feature in our living room with popcorn and candy. Usually, by the second movie, my wife would be asleep on the couch, my son asleep on the floor, and my daughter asleep as she sat on my lap. This was a typical Saturday in our household.

As our children aged, their interest in spending a weekend night with their parents waned, and my wife and I typically used the empty house to get in a quick, loud fuck, rather than waste the time watching a movie. After our kids went to college, I thought we would progress to long, loud fucks, but our intimacy lessened and lessened.

One December, both of our kids were home for a winter vacation. Our son was in the middle of his first year of graduate school and our daughter was a college junior. After a nice, long dinner with a couple of bottles of wine, my son suggested renting a couple of movies and bringing back Family Movie Night for the holiday. When everyone agreed, I was thrilled that our family tradition was not completely forgotten.

We all changed into our pjs, made popcorn and put the first movie in. As usual, I sat in our recliner, my son sprawled on the floor, and my wife stretched out on the couch. I thought my daughter might feel too old to sit on her father's lap, but she hopped right on as if she were 8 years old again.

About 20 minutes into the movie, my daughter reached down by our feet to grab some popcorn, and placed her knees down on either side of my legs. As she started to sit back up, she slipped, and I instinctively grabbed onto her thighs to steady her. That's when her nightgown rode up and I saw that she was wearing a thong. Light blue, lacy. I tried to look away, but I was mesmerized as I helped her back to a seated position on my lap.

For the next 5 minutes, I tried very hard to focus on the movie, and not what my daughter was wearing underneath her nightgown. I was treasuring this rare family moment, and didn't want to frighten and disgust my daughter by getting an erection, for christ's sake. I was able to focus again on the movie, until she went down for more popcorn. Again, she placed her knees on either side of my legs, but this time, she pushed her body down so her abdomen touched my knees as she reached down. Again, her nightgown slid up and her thong and ass were exposed. I quickly glanced at my wife, but she was engrossed in the movie.

"I'm coming back up, Dad, can you grab on to me?"

I tentatively placed my hands on her upper thighs and began to pull her back. The feel of her soft skin under my fingers made my cock twitch as I gazed intently at the piece of fabric covering her pussy. Jesus Christ. Shit. I was getting an erection. And I was wearing sweatpants. Fuck. 

In a desperate attempt to hide it from her, I grabbed a blanket that was draped on the back of the recliner and tried to shove it between us as though I was cold. 

"Good idea," said my daughter. "I'm freezing." And she yanked the blanket out from between us and sat back on my hard, sweatpants-covered cock. She obviously felt my hardness, because she froze in the process of putting the blanket over us. Fuck. 

I tried to think of a way to apologize, but how do you even begin to do that? After a few seconds, she continued to put the blanket over us and sat back. Maybe she convinced herself it wasn't my hard dick that she felt between her ass cheeks. As she leaned back into me, I smelled her hair. It smelled amazing. 

For the next 5 minutes or so, I thought about excusing myself to go rub one off in the bathroom, but there was something exciting about the pain associated with this hard-on. My daughter must've felt it, yet she was still sitting on it. My cock twitched, every time I thought about its rigid shaft pressed between her cheeks and lower back. 

I had completely lost interest in the movie at this point. I was staring at the screen so I wouldn't draw attention to myself, but all I could think about was my hard dick. The next time my daughter went down for popcorn, I made a rash decision and pulled down my sweatpants to my thighs. I could see my hard cock through my boxers. I stared at her panty-clad pussy and cursed under my breath. Again, when she asked for help getting back up, I grabbed onto her upper thighs, this time grazing my thumbs across her cheeks.

When she sat back, she clearly realized there was less fabric between us, and froze once again. Boldly, I pulled my cock out through the hole in my boxers. It was all I could do to not keep my hold on my shaft and start yanking on it right then. I pushed her nightgown up to her hips, pressed my cock down between us and pulled her back to me. She gasped lightly. Then, I started rocking in the chair.

The force of the rocking was now causing my cock to slide between her panty-clad pussy lips. Fuck. What was I doing? What was she thinking? Was she scared? I glanced again at my wife, who was now sleeping on the couch. I bravely ran my hands up and down my daughter's sides, touching the sides of her breasts. When I reached her hips, I grabbed onto them, and began pushing and pulling them away and against me. I was dry-humping my daughter. Fuck, it felt good. It felt amazing.

I kept this up, pausing every once in a while so I didn't blow my load onto her, until the movie ended. We sat still in the chair. Now what? How could I get up like this? What was she going to do? Would she tell her mother?

Surprisingly, my daughter asked her brother to put the next movie in and make more popcorn so she didn't have to get up. Was this because she wanted to stay on my lap? Or because she didn't want them to see anything and think her a willing participant? Fuck. What was I doing? God, she smelled good.

My wife woke up from the sound of the popcorn, and opened another bottle of wine. With my cock shaft resting between my daughter's sweet clothed crevice, I accepted another glass, as did my daughter, who drained hers in nearly one gulp.

As the lights turned off again, and the second movie resumed, I took another glance at my wife, who caught my eye and smiled at me. I smiled back as I pushed my hips upward into my daughter. Ohhh, Jesus, what is wrong with me? 

After a while, she leaned down for more popcorn, and I saw the dampness in her underwear. Fuck, she was wet. I don't know if I was acting under some primal impulse or what, but I quietly grabbed my wife's sewing scissors from the end table and cut the small piece of fabric off of her. I pulled the fabric down, exposing her bare ass and pussy. As I pulled her back towards me, her wet pussy lips slid up my shaft and I let out a long breath.

"Getting tired?" my wife asked.

"Maybe a little." I replied, my heart beating fast as I realized I needed to be more careful.

"We can watch this tomorrow," she said. "If you're too tired."

"No, no," I assured her. "I'll be fine."

Understatement of the year. My daughter turned to me and smiled. She was okay? She was okay, I guess. Then, she started grinding her hips, drenching my shaft with her juices. Oh God, I was in heaven. I reached around her stomach and slid my finger along her clit, stopping to rub it on either side. She quickened her grinding against my finger.

After a bit she asked me to rock the chair again, and I did so, instantly.

This time the force of the rocking caused our wet naked parts to connect in the most stimulating ways. My cock head slid against her clit and she grabbed onto my arms and breathed heavily.

"Can you turn up the volume?" I said to my son. Anything to drown out our breathing and let us continue on was a good thing. I looked over at my wife again. Asleep. Awesome.

As we rocked, I pulled my daughter back to me, rubbing my hands over her body, stopping at her breasts and hips. I kissed her neck and shoulders. I pushed my hips up to meet hers coming back at mine. Suddenly, she leaned forward a bit allowing my cock to rise up. I looked between our legs to see her hand wrap around the base of my cock and start pointing it towards her wet hole. Oh my god. I'd never been so excited in my life.

As my dick met her hole, I wanted to scream, grunt, whatever. The tip of my cock was inside her pussy and I watched as she slowly took it all in. I could've grabbed onto her hips and loaded into her right then, but I wanted it to last. She started the chair rocking again, and my dick slid in and out of her wet hole. Fuck, I couldn't deal with this. I stopped her, pulled out and slid up my sweatpants.

She looked at me, hurt and angry. I winked.

"I'm going to take this sleepy girl up to her room," I announced. With the blanket still around us, I carried her in my arms to the stairwell. I was going to put her to bed and rail her in her room – but we didn't make it that far.

As I set her down on the steps, she turned to face me. I looked in her eyes, hungry, and pushed her down. I licked her lips and she opened her mouth to receive a kiss from me. Our lips locked and I rapidly pushed my sweatpants back down. My cock couldn't wait to get back in her little cunt. I thrust it in and she grunted. Man, this was awesome.

You may thinking fucking on a staircase is a bit uncomfortable, and you'd, of course, be right, but at that moment I would've fucked her on a bed of nails, I was so horny for her. I railed into her, and she pushed back at me. I started kissing her neck as I moved my fingers down to her clit and flicked it, rolled it, twitched it. Her eyes locked with mine and her mouth opened. She looked down at my fingers and then let her head fall back as I felt her cunt walls begin to contract on my cock.

"Ohhhhh Daddy. Ohhhhh. Ohhhh." She whispered. She froze in a silent scream and dug her nails into my ass, pushing my hips into her as hard as she could to get the most out of her orgasm. It didn't take long for me after that, as I railed in an out, grunting like some fucking caveman as I felt the urge to come. I started to pull out, but she grabbed onto my hips, locked eyes with me, and said:

"Come inside me."

Jesus Christ, you would not believe how it feels to have your daughter say this to you. I kissed her again, grunting through my nose, running my hands all over her, and came for what felt like the longest and best time of my life. I gripped onto her as spurt after spurt shot inside her and she moaned in my mouth.

Fuck.

I can't wait for the next family movie night.



Movie Night



Chris was on her way up the stairs to her apartment. It was a typical day. She had run Three miles and stopped to pick up the morning paper. At Twenty-One years old Chris was a knock out. Standing Five feet Seven inches tall and weighing One Hundred Twenty-Five pounds. Her measurements were 36c-24-36 and she ran every day to keep her shape. Her hair was long, down to the middle of her back and jet black. It was a stunning contrast to her piercing blue eyes.

As she walked through the parking lot a voice called her attention,"Hey Chris.How's it going?"

"Great Mike, how have you been?", she replied.

Mike lived in the same apartment building and he and Chris had dated briefly. She walked over to him and gave him a hug. Mike owned his own construction company and was on his way to work. Chris looked petite standing next to his massive frame. Mike was Six feet One inch tall, weighing and Two Hundred and Fifteen pounds, all muscle. He had light brown hair and dark brown bedroom eyes. He held Chris tightly to him as they embraced.

Taking his arms from around her he asked,"So how's the engagement going?" Chris had become engaged Three months ago and was planning to marry Joe, her long time boyfriend.

Chris answered,"We are getting married at the end of next month. Joe wants to start a family right away."

"That's great best of luck. Well I better be off to work," Mike finished.

"See ya later," said Chris.

As Chris turned and walked away, Mike watched her ass wiggle in her flimsy running shorts. He wished he and Chris still had relations between them. Remembering what a hot sexy lay she was, Mike's cock began to swell. He yelled to her across the parking lot,"Hey Chris, I'm having some friends over tonight at Seven to watch a movie. Stop by if you want. You can bring Joe too if you like."

Chris yelled back," Joe's out of town till Wednesday but maybe I will stop by."

Mike started his truck and drove off. As Chris climbed the stairs to her apartment, she wondered what she would do today. She worked retail. Friday and Saturday were her days off. She entered her apartment and headed for the bedroom to get a shower and change clothes. Sitting on the bed she shared with Joe, she took off the last remnants of her clothes.

She laid back on her bed naked. Joe had been out of town for three days and she was bored and lonely. Today was only Friday. She wouldn't see him till this coming Wednesday. She began to think of her fiance and her nipples got hard making her young pussy moisten. Taking her breasts in her hands, she began massaging them and pinching her nipples till they were as hard as little pebbles. Chris loved masturbating. With her left hand she continued playing with her young, firm tits while her right hand slipped down over her tight stomach. Her fingers, with their nails painted hot pink, found her hardening clit and began to rub gently. A soft moan escaped her lips. Her forefinger slid down between her swollen pussy lips. She began to tease the entrance to her pussy. Back up to her clit it slid, now rubbing harder and faster. She was very wet now. Her orgasm grew deep in her loins. The middle and ringer fingers of her right hand plunged into her wet, tight pussy; while the heel of her palm she ground against her throbbing clit. Her mind was ablaze with visions of Joe fucking her hot, young body. Her hips were now bucking against her hand. Moaning loudly Chris brought herself off. She came hard, grunting and moaning. Her body shivered in the throes of orgasm, while she coated her fingers with wetness. Taking her slick fingers from her hole she brought them to her lips and began licking and sucking them clean. Physically spent she arose and showered. 

After a relaxing shower, Chris had breakfast, read the paper and headed out to do some shopping. She frittered away the rest of the day trying to occupy her time.

Mike's day at work was going well. It was a warm day and he was getting a lot accomplished. He took off his shirt letting the sun beat down on his muscular body. Try as he might, he couldn't get the thought of Chris and her sexy body out of his mind. He resigned himself to the fact that she was off the market and that they would never be more than friends. "Oh well," he thought. At least he had fucked her a few times. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Mike finished around suppertime and headed for home.

He parked his pick up and got out; walking across the parking lot towards the apartment building. At the same time Chris drove in, returning from her excursion at the mall.

She rolled down the window and yelled to Mike,"Hey out of the road big boy."

Mike smiled and waved. His t-shirt still in hand, he stopped at the entrance of the brick building to pick up the mail.

As Chris walked across the parking lot, she admired Mike's massive, heavily muscled chest and arms. He was the total opposite of Joe, in all departments. Chris flashed back to the hot sex they used to have but quickly dismissed such thoughts. All that was over now and in the past. Her slutty days were gone. She belonged to Joe.

Mike turned toward her and asked,"Hey are you coming over tonight?"

Chris replied,"Ya know I think so. I would love to hang out and I don't have any other plans. You said Seven right?"

"Seven it is," Mike replied.

"See you then," She said.

Chris and Mike had become good friends after they split up. The only reason she had broken up with him was because she was the jealous type and Mike was always getting hit on by other girls. It was only natural as Mike had a reputation for being a great lay with a big cock. 

As Mike opened the door to his apartment and walked in, a devious plan hatched in his mind. He reached for his cell phone and quickly made calls to the people he had invited over that evening. He told them that he was ill and that the party would have to be postponed. They all understood. Next he took a fresh Two hour disc from the drawer and slipped it into his camcorder. He found a roll of black electric tape and tore off a small piece. His fingers deftly placed the tape over the red record light on the front of the camcorder. Finally he focused the camera at the couch. He was going to make one last play for Chris.

The burly man quickly stripped naked, took a shower and shaved. He put on cologne and slipped into a tight pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. He put on sneakers and went out to get some Vodka. Mike knew Chris loved to party and that she got very horny when she drank.

It was nearly Seven when he arrived home. Reaching again for his cell phone, Mike brought up the alarm clock function and set Two alarms. The alarms were within Ten minutes of each other. The first alarm was set for 7:05pm. He was betting that Chris hadn't changed her ways. She was always punctual if nothing else.

Sure enough, promptly at Seven there was a knock on his door. "Who is it?" he asked through the door.

"It's me Chris," came her reply.

Mike responded,"One second."

Mike reached to the thermostat turning the air conditioning on and setting the temperature to a cool Sixty-Nine degrees. Smiling at the irony he hoped that to be an omen. Lastly his fingers hit the record button on the camera.

The big man opened the door and was literally stopped dead in his tracks. Chris stood there before him. She looked magnificent. Her long, flowing, black hair, her piercing sky blue eyes. She was wearing a white camisole with spaghetti straps and a pair of pale tan shorts. Beneath the clothing was a beautiful golden tan. Mike stood there frozen and drank her in with his eyes. 

Finally he managed to get out the word, "Hi."

Chris giggled and asked him, "Are you going to invite me in or do I have to watch the movie from out here in the hall?"

Mike opened the door wide and the stunning girl walked in.

"Where is everyone?" she queried.

"You are the first one here," came his reply.

Looking at the clock it was 7:01. Mike noticed her nipples erected as she entered the cool room.

Chris help her friend put out some chips and refreshments. The clock clicked 7:05 and the cell phone alarm began to ring. Mike shut off the alarm and feigned like it was a phone call.

"Oh...That's too bad...No I understand completely ...Maybe we can do it next time...OK talk with you later," Mike said. Then he closed the phone and set it on the counter.

"Pete and Sara can't come their daughter is sick," he told Chris.

Chris said," Oh that's a shame."

"How about a cocktail?" he asked.

Chris answered,"OK just one."

"Is vodka and cranberry OK?" Mike continued.

"That's a great drink on a warm day like today," said Chris.

Mike fixed her a strong drink and turned the thermostat down to Sixty-Five degrees. He handed her the drink as the second alarm went off on the cell phone. 

Again he faked a phone call saying,"That sucks Pete but if you have to work late then I understand. OK call me tomorrow then. Bye." He closed the phone and placed it back on the counter.

Turning to Chris he said,"Well Pete canceled as well. That leaves just you and me." 

Chris sat on the couch and sipped her drink. Mike noticed that it was almost half gone; as well as noticing that the air conditioning was having his desired effect on her nipples. 

He sat down on the couch and continued,"Chris I would understand if you didn't feel comfortable staying; considering our history and you being engaged. Besides some party huh?" He knew Chris had a strong nurturing instinct in her and a soft heart. He was hoping acting sad would make her feel sorry for him.

Chris took a long sip from her drink and told him,"Mike I will stay but only as a friend and to watch a movie OK? I want to make this thing really work with Joe. Besides I am kind of excited about starting a family."

Mike promised, "Friends only." He gallantly stuck out his giant paw to shake hands with the beauty.

She shook his hand and responded,"Friends."

Mike continued with bravado in his voice,"Allow me to be the first to kiss the lovely bride." He leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Despite her resolve, Chris blushed and told him jokingly, "Oh whatever just go fix me another drink you big ape." She downed the rest of her cocktail.

He mixed her second cocktail strong, like the first. While mixing, he rubbed his cock through his jean shorts making it grow and swell. The bulge in his shorts was even bigger now. 

Returning to the living room he inserted the movie into the cd player. As he walked over to the couch, the film was starting but he noticed Chris wasn't looking at the screen. She was looking in his direction. 

In fact she was staring at his crotch and her taunt nipples were saying that she liked what she saw. For the second time that day Chris's mind flashed back to the wild sex they used to have. This time though, the thought lingered in her mind.

Mike stood in front of her. His crotch was directly in front of her face. He held out the drink to her but now it was Chris's turn to be frozen in place.

Her eyes were staring at him, at those shorts that held that wonderful tool beneath them. Chris unconsciously licked her lips. She reached out and took the drink, taking a long swig from it. Settling back into the couch, she focused on the movie.

The movie played on. Mike had purposely chosen this particular movie because about Twenty minutes into the flick there was a torrid love scene. The scene began and Mike excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Chris asked, "Want me to stop the movie?"

Mike answered,"No I will just be a minute and you can fill me in on what happened." He knew Chris liked to watch porn and that the scene would make her hot. He stood in the bathroom rubbing his crotch again, making his big cock swell. He opened the door and returned to the living room.

The scene was over but not before it had an effect on Chris. Mike noticed her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were even harder than before. He also noticed that her drink was more than half gone. It was now or never. He stood next to her and picked up a potato chip.

"What did I miss?" he asked.

"Just a boring love scene," Chris answered. Once again Chris turned her eyes to him and his crotch. He finished the chip while she stared at him, ignoring the movie.

Mike asked her, "Do you miss it Chris?"

"Miss what?" she questioned, although she knew exactly what he meant.

Mike unsnapped the clasp on his shorts and took a step closer.

As if under a spell, Chris reached out and ran her fingers over his large bulge.

Mike put his hand under her chin and gently drew her face toward his massive bulge telling her, " I can tell you that I miss those great blow jobs of yours."

Chris placed her lips against his shorts and started nibbling his cock. Suddenly she drew back saying,"We can't do this.I'm engaged."

He coaxed her saying,"Chris I will keep it a secret and take it to my grave. Come on Baby....Just once for old times sake....Please?" 

Mike reached down and unzipped his fly. He took out his cock saying,"Want to see it?" Even though his hands were large, the size of his cock dwarfed them. Mike began to stroke his meat in front of her face.

She remembered his cock as being big, but now after all these months of being with Joe, it seemed somehow even larger. He was indeed the exact opposite of Joe. For the second time that night, Chris licked her lips. She could see the precum leaking from the head and longed to taste it. The slut was returning within her.

Again Mike drew her face toward his stiffening cock. 

This time she opened her lips for him. Sticking our her tongue she licked the slimy precum from the head, then engulfed his cock with her warm mouth. 

He moaned as she began to blow him.

Chris actually enjoyed giving head. She actually liked the feeling of power it gave her over a man. She was slurping loudly now as she sucked him. 

Mike stopped her and laid her down on the couch telling her,"Put on a show for me while you blow me ...You know ...The way you used to."

Chris sat up and pulled off her camisole, leaving her naked 36c chest exposed to the cool air. Then she lifted her hips and pulled off her shorts. She laid back down, naked on the couch.

Mike brought his cock to her hungry mouth and again she sucked on it. This time however, she began the show for him. 

Chris took Mike's hand and brought it to her firm breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples and then squeezed her tits making them hard. He remembered how sensitive her nipples were. 

At the same time that Chris had her left hand wrapped around Mike's cock, she brought her right hand down to her pussy and began playing with herself. 

He watched her diamond ring sparkle as her hand stroked his hard cock. 

Mike pinched, twisted and pulled her nipples. 

She began to rub her clit; all the while still sucking on his massive member.

The sight was a feast for Mike's eyes. Chris's manicured hot pink nails rubbing her pussy while she gave him the blow job of a lifetime. 

She was getting herself hot and moaned as she sucked him. The vibration from her moans felt great on his cock. 

Mike took his hand and replaced hers between her thighs. He began to rub on her swollen clit with his finger. When they were dating Chris had shown him exactly how she liked her clit worked and he remembered every detail. Soon he had her moaning louder. 

She climaxed while sucking his cock. Her body shuddering with passion and ecstasy. 

It was too much for him. His balls began to tighten. He took a handful of her long hair, holding her head in place so she could not turn away.

"Here you go Baby," he groaned and began to fill her mouth with his hot cum.

Chris swallowed glob after glob of his salty cream. She didn't stop and didn't miss a single drop. With her small hand she milked his big dick into her mouth. Her stomach felt warm from his large load in it.

"Did you swallow all that?" he asked her. Chris licked her lips and nodded yes.

Mike said,"Now let me return the favor." He knelt down and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and wet. Mike slid his tongue between them and then ran it up to her clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on it to make it swell and get sensitive. Then he flicked his tongue across it, both up and down and side to side. 

Chris began to moan loudly and took her breasts in her hands. She played with her tits while Mike ate her out. 

He slipped a finger into her pussy as his tongue continued to assault her swollen nub. 

She was on the edge now, bucking her hips against his face as he drove her wild with his tongue and finger. The second climax hit her hard. 

First Mike felt the walls of her pussy spasm, then her whole body began to shake. 

Chris coated his tongue and finger with her slick juices.

"That was incredible," she groaned. Her chest was still heaving, while she tried to catch her breath.

Mike got up from between her legs, leaned toward her and kissed her on the mouth. Their tongues began to dance and he began to grind his hips against her.

"Mike no please don't fuck me," she pleaded. 

Being a gentleman he said,"I won't unless you want me to."

Chris threw her arms around him and hugged him saying,"Thank you."

Mike knelt between her spread legs again and took his cock in his hand. He began to spank the head of his cock against her still throbbing clit.

The impact and weight from his cock felt like they were was sending bolts of electricity through Chris's entire body. She spread her legs wider and let him continue. 

Then he rubbed on her clit with his cock head for awhile, using his cock head like it was a giant finger. She was getting close to cumming again and Mike teased her by stopping.

Chris began to beg," Oh please don't stop... Make me cum again."

Mike took her left hand and guided it to his cock. He told her,"Here you try doing it while I watch."

Chris wrapped her hand around his swollen, hard cock and began to spank her own clit with it. 

Mike fixated on her diamond ring as she used his cock on her hard clit. The sight made him hot. Not just the sight but the implications as well; the betrayal, the forbidden lust, the broken promise. He relished having this effect on her. He wanted her for his slut.

Mike spoke softly to her saying, "Go ahead Baby. Use my cock any way you want to. Put it where it feels good."

Chris was frantic now. She was moaning, telling Mike how hot she was for him and how badly she wanted him inside her. She alternated from rubbing his cock between her swollen lips, teasing her wet hole, and spanking her clit.

Mike reached up with both hands and began tweaking her sensitive nipples. He rolled them roughly between his thumb and forefinger. 

The sensation sent Chris over the edge and she came again, shuddering and shaking. Her body was covered in goose bumps.

She pulled him to her and kissed him again. They kissed, longer this time and with more passion. 

When they broke the kiss, Mike lifted his hips and began to get off of her. Looking down he saw her pussy. It looked so sexy. He placed the head of his cock at the opening to her pussy and began to press against her.

Chris pleaded," No... I can't... I promised."

She tried to close her legs but Mike leaned back down between them, preventing her. She pushed against his chest with her hands. 

Mike took her wrists in his hands and stretched her arms out over her head, holding her down.

She continued to beg while looking up at him,"Please Mike... I can't... Don't make me... I'm engaged... I promised... Besides I stopped taking the pill so we could start a family... I'll get pregnant!"

Chris's confession about birth control opened the door to Mike's kinky side.

He gazed down at her. Looking into her pretty blue eyes he said," I know you promised Baby and I know you are engaged. But I don't care."




Movie Night



Then he tightened his grip on her wrists and continued saying,"And as far getting you pregnant goes, I don't care about that either."

He leaned against her with more of his weight and Chris felt her pussy lips begin to part around the head of his cock. She thought of screaming but Mike's apartment was in the basement and she knew no else lived down there. No one could hear her. 

Mike pressed forward and his bulbous cock head slipped into her. 

Despite her reluctance, Chris let out an audible gasp.

Mike pushed more of his stiff meat into her with every thrust. Her pussy was tight and he told her so. He also told her that he would change that. He pulled out a little with each stroke, lubing his huge cock with her pussy juice. Then he slid back into her, giving her a little more of it with each stroke.

Chris began to grunt each time he pushed into her. She felt her pussy beginning to stretch and open up for him. 

Despite her resolve she groaned and said," It's so big... So fucking big...Please Mike Joe will feel how stretched out I am."

Her remark turned him on even more. 

"Good," he replied.

Mike's cock slipped past her cervix and deep into her womb. He pulled out then sent it back in, deep and hard. The rim of his cock head rubbed across Chris's g-spot and she went off like a rocket. 

She came violently. Telling him,"You're so deep in my pussy." Chris placed one of her legs over the back of the couch and the other around Mike's back. She opened herself wide for him and Mike accepted the invitation gladly.

Gone from her mind were the thoughts of her fiance. Her pussy was tingling and her nipples were rock hard. No longer did she struggle against him. All that mattered to her now was the passion and pleasure she was feeling. The slut was turned loose in her. 

Mike was fucking her hard now. Long deep strokes that made her pussy make squelching noises as he plowed into her.

She urged him on telling him,"That's it Baby. Pound my pussy. Ruin it with your big dick."

Mike pushed forward till he was balls deep in her. He held himself there then leaned down to kiss her. 

Chris let him kiss her. She parted her lips and sent her quick tongue into his mouth. 

As they were kissing, Mike ground his hips against hers, rubbing and pressing on her clit, while he fucked her deeply. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes telling her,"Cum for me." 

He kissed her again and Chris's body obeyed it's new master. She trembled and shook in his strong arms, while her stretched pussy flooded his long cock.

Mike released her arms and she wrapped them around him. She made out with him while he pressed himself deep into her pussy. She sucked on his tongue like it was a mini version of his giant cock. She was moaning loudly now, telling him how good he felt in her pussy. She had ceased just fucking him. She began to make love to him. Chris lifted her hips taking every inch of him inside her. She felt so wonderfully full. So fulfilled. Another climax grew deep inside her and she welcomed it. She began grinding her hips against him as well, rubbing and pressing her clit against him as he gave her his throbbing meat.

She looked into his eyes and said,"I'm going to cum all over your big cock." 

As Chris came again, she began planting butterfly kisses all over his massive chest, telling him how much she loved and missed his huge dick. She could feel her juices leaking out of her and running down over her asshole.

When she came down from her orgasm Mike asked her, "Bend over for me Baby?"

Chris consented happily. She knelt on the cushions of the couch and put her arms over the back rest. 

Mike got behind her and aimed his cock toward her gaping hole. He slipped it all into her with one long thrust.

Chris groaned saying,"Oh my God... It's so big...So deep inside me."

He held her slender hips and began to screw her. He took her as he wanted to, deep and hard. 

"It feels like you're splitting me in Two," she told him between grunts and groans.

Mike reached beneath her and began pinching her nipples telling her,"Cum on me slut." Next he slid his fingers to her clit and began to massage it. First using a tiny circular motion then gradually going faster and pressing harder. While he did this he kept stroking her juicy cunt with his cock.

"Oh Mike you're going to make me cum again," Chris whimpered. 

As she came she cried out," Oh yes...Fuck me Baby...Stuff me full of your big dick...Fuck your little slut." She lost it, cumming again, all over his thick cock. 

When she had finished getting off, she felt him begin to pull out from the depths of her pussy. Then she felt him pull all the way out. Her pussy felt empty without him in it.

She looked back at him over her shoulder and asked,"What's wrong Baby?"

Mike replied,"Your pussy is so hot. You're bringing me close to getting off. I don't want to get you pregnant."

"I thought you didn't care," Chris giggled.

"That was just heat of the moment talk," was his answer.

Chris flipped over onto her back and spread her legs wide saying,"Now I'm the one who doesn't care."

She reached between her thighs and spread her pussy lips with those manicured hot pink nails for him. 

While he gazed at the sexy lady before him, she told him,"Now come here and fuck your slut silly."

Mike got on the couch then got on top of her. 

She wrapped her hand around his still hard cock and guided him into her warm, wet pussy. She winced in pain as he sank all the way into her. 

Their hips touched again as they began their lovers dance. He was back inside her and she had that warm full feeling deep in her pussy.

Chris reached up with her left hand to draw him close so she could share a kiss with him.

Seeing the diamond ring on her finger he told her,"Take that ring off!"

She took it off and set it on the coffee table. She reached up again to him. This time he leaned down and kissed her. 

They continued kissing while he fucked her slow and sexy.

Chris was out of control now. She was climaxing on wave after wave of pleasure, as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Mike's strokes were coming harder and faster now. She knew he was close and so was she.

Looking up at him she pleaded,"Fuck me Baby... Don't stop... It's so deep inside me... Cum Mike... Cum deep in my pussy... Fill me with your hot cream."

Mike buried himself inside her and began to pump his cum into the depths of her womb. The force and volume of his load sent Chris over the edge again.

"I feel it shooting inside me!" Chris whimpered and then came with him. 

She spread her legs as wide as she could and grabbed his ass with both of her hands. She held him him deep inside her worn out pussy, and let him empty himself within her.

When he was done they kissed another long sexy kiss and Chris told him,"That was incredible." Both their bodies glistened with sweat.

He agreed and got up. He headed to the kitchen for a beer and began to fix another drink for Chris. They sat together on the couch recuperating and sipping their drinks. Chris downed hers quickly and Mike finished off the beer. 

He eyed her sexy body and his cock came back to life. He began kissing her again. 

"Round Two?" he asked.

She kissed him back.

He had her bend over the couch like before. Chris reached behind her, placing each hand on an ass cheek. She spread her swollen pussy lips for him.

Mike slipped all the way inside her wet pussy. 

She came almost instantly, moaning and telling him how much she loved his cock. 

He held her hips and pounded away at her tender cunt. Mike took this thumb and began to massage her anus. He gently slipped his finger in her ass as he fucked her. He could feel his cock with his finger while it probed her ass.

Chris was lost in pleasure as he slammed into her. She came all over his long, thick cock and begged for another load of his cum. She knew what he was doing just the same. He was loosening her up so she could take his cock in her ass.

Mike began to slip another finger into her ass and Chris groaned with pleasure. Now with Two fingers inside her, Mike continued fucking her deep and hard. Her juices were flowing so freely now that his balls were even wet. He pulled out of her pussy and slid his cock along the crack of her ass. After using her wetness to lube her crack, Mike pressed his cock head against her anus.

He told her,"Just relax and let it happen."

Chris reached behind her again and spread her ass cheeks for him. She was a willing slut for him. She felt her asshole begin to open as he pressed harder against her. The head slipped in and she grimaced in pain. Still she continued to surrender to him.

Mike forced more and more of his cock into her tight ass. He reached down to the drawer in the coffee table and took out a small bottle of lube. He poured some on his cock and around her anus. His cock slipped easily now into her. In a few minutes he was all inside her. Mike held her by her slender waist and began to use her ass like he used her pussy. Long deep strokes, gentle at first; then he began to drive himself into her without mercy.

Chris was whimpering from the pain of his big dick in her ass. She begged him to cum quickly.

Mike reached beneath her again and his fingers went straight for her clit. He would make her enjoy this. He pressed on her clit and began to rub it. It swelled quickly and he rubbed hard and fast on it.

Chris's whimpering turned into moans of pleasure. Mike's fingers were bringing her off as he fucked deep into her ass. 

She cried out,"Oh yes Baby...Make me cum... Make me cum while you fuck my ass!" 

The climax was so intense that Chris felt like her head was spinning.She laid her head down on the back of the couch and continued to let him use her ass for his pleasure.

Mike slid balls deep into her and began to fill her ass with his cum.

This time it was Chris's fingers that found her clit and she rubbed herself to orgasm while he came in her. She slumped against the back of the couch exhausted.

Mike pulled out of her and glanced at the wall clock. They had been going at it for almost Two hours. Mike smiled to himself thinking,"a disc full of memories."

Chris headed for the bathroom. After she entered and closed the door. Mike got up and turned off the camcorder. He removed the disc and put it safely in a case, stashing it on the shelf with all the other cds.

When Chris returned, she announced she was going home and began to get dressed. 

She finished putting her clothes on and reaching down for her ring she told Mike," Now this was just a one time thing for old times sake right?"

Mike was so hurt by her remark that he began to get angry. Sure it started out that way, but he thought it had blossomed into something more; especially when she took off the ring. He looked at her and saw the ring back on her finger. He was crushed.

"Is that all it was Chris? Nothing more?" he asked her.

"This cannot nor will ever happen again," she retorted.

Mike got so mad he almost snapped. He composed himself and began to speak,"To be honest Chris I had something a little different in mind, especially when you took of your ring."

Chris said,"Look stud just because I took put my ring on the table doesn't mean it will stay there. It was just a game. I can put it there again and it doesn't mean a thing." 

With that should took off the ring and set it back on the table, mocking him.

"Just a game huh?" Mike asked.

He went on,"Let's see how you like this game." 

He was still naked and walked slowly over to the book shelf.

Taking the disc from the shelf, Mike inserted it into the cd player. The television screen came alive with a close up shot of the couch. Mike took the remote and fast forwarded the disc. He pressed the stop button and the screen showed a beautiful shot of Chris sucking Mike's cock, with her diamond encrusted finger wrapped around his thick shaft. He stopped a little further on and the picture was of Chris cumming and professing her love for his cock.

"You Bastard!" she shouted.

Mike replied,"You don't know the half of it. This was just a game? OK Chris, then here's how we will play the game; this will remain our little secret so long as you play by the rules. You go back to Joe, but you still keep doing me on the side, whenever I want you. Otherwise I show Joe the disc. You can be his wife but you are also going to be my slut."

Chris knew that if Joe saw the disc, he would never forgive her. He was jealous over her past relationship with Mike as it was. Chris panicked. She grabbed her purse and ran out of the apartment, leaving the door wide open.

Mike being still naked, closed the door quickly. He walked over to the coffee table to set down the remote; then he saw it there, glistening in the light. Chris had left so fast that she had forgotten to pick the ring back up. She had left without it. 

Mike smiled to himself thinking,"Let the game begin."

........Coming next...Chapter Two... The return of the ring........



Movie-Night



Kandy and John are sitting in the movie, enjoying it, even holding hands, when suddenly a man comes and sits on the other side of Kandy. John's watching the movie and not paying attention. When the man leans over and says, "Hi Kandy," she almost spoils it, but Mitch puts his finger to his lips to shush her. She smiles really big, knowing John won't be able to see anything her and Mitch do in the dark. 

Instead, she looks back at the screen, wondering what Mitch will do. When she feels his hand on her leg, she knows what he has in mind. She immediately feels her pussy gush with excitement. She'd taken a sweater into the theater, because sometimes they kept it too cold. It sure came in handy as she put it over her lap. Mitch slipped his hand underneath the sweater and felt Kandy spread her legs in anticipation. She was wearing a dress, which made access easy for him. His fingers went directly to her pussy; it is all she could do to keep gasping out loud. He wasn't gentle at all, and forced his hand inside her panties. Kandy scooted down slightly in the seat, with her legs spread so he could get his fingers all the way inside of her.

While John contentedly watched the movie, he had no idea that Mitch was finger-fucking his wife and she was about to cum. Just before he brought her over the edge, Mitch suddenly stopped. In frustration, Kandy turned to look at him.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Meet me outside the theater."

He then got up and walked outside, confident she would follow.

Kandy didn't know what to do, but she was dying to cum, and she wanted it from Mitch.

"Baby, I've got to go to the bathroom," she whispered to John before easing out of the theater.

She saw Mitch standing by the restrooms and went directly to him.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the men's room. 

Before she could object, he said, "I've already checked and nobody's in here. They're all in the movie theaters."

Kandy didn't care at that point and followed him into the back stall. He closed and locked the door behind him and before she could say anything, he dropped to his knees and pulled her panties off. He buried his face in her cunt and started to eat her. It only took a few seconds for her to cum, because she was so close in the theater.

As soon as she finished her climax, Mitch stood up and told her to sit on the toilet. He dropped his pants and stuffed his cock in her mouth. Gosh, he tasted good. She always loved to suck him. She was building a rhythm, taking all of his cock in her mouth, loving the way he thrust in and out, when someone suddenly entered the restroom. Kandy was terrified, and heard the man enter the stall next to them. Instinctly, she pulled her mouth off of his cock and held her breath, lest the other man hear her. Mitch would have none of it. He grabbed her head and pulled her face back to his cock. She opened her mouth and he slipped it in. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth, but managed to remain quiet. She heard the other man move in the stall next to them and actually saw his foot underneath the side partition. Mitch didn't care and continued to fuck her mouth with the other man no more than a couple of feet away. In fact, he ejaculated into her mouth, with the man sitting there.

About that time, the man flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. Mitch lifted Kandy up and kissed her on the lips, slipping his tongue into her cum-filled mouth.

"Nobody makes me as hot as you do," he said.

He pulled his pants up and hurried to the door. He peeked outside and motioned for Kandy to follow. Mitch looked around, and then pulled Kandy close one more time and kissed her good-bye. 

Kandy kisses him back and puts her panties into his hand. With a devilish grin, she headed back into the theater.

John hardly even acknowledged her when she got back in there, because he was watching the movie. As Kandy thought about Mitch she couldn't stand it any longer. She spread her legs and pulled John's hand underneath her sweater.

She saw his eyes light up as he leaned in and said, "Wow, you sure are wet."

"Thinking of you makes me that way," she said as his fingers stroked her throbbing clit.

Just as she was about to cum, she closed her eyes imagining Mitch's, fingers, tongue and cock. She had to catch herself when she came. She whispered, "Oh...Mitch...Oh John!" She said quickly correcting herself.

After the movie, the two of them didn't say a word until they were in the privacy of their vehicle. Kandy glances over at John, and purrs, "You made me so fucking hot in the movie. What would you do if I did something naughty on the way home?"

He smiled devilishly and replies, "Probably drive off the road, because I know you'd want to suck my dick."

Kandy licks her lips hungrily and answers, "I would, but not while you're driving love. Wait a few minutes and you can see what I will do."

The suspense of waiting makes him so excited that he keeps asking, "What?" 

Once we were away from the city lights, Kandy took his hand and held it like she always does when they are driving. The dash board lights lit up the area just enough so they could see each other clearly 

She was so aroused that she brought John's hand over to her chest and places it against her breast. "Look how hard my nipple is. Do you want to see it? I bet it will turn you on."

He said, "Ooooh baby it sure would, take your dress off and let me see those big babies!" 

He then grinned and suggested, "Have you ever flashed truckers with your body?"

She giggled and exclaimed, "Yeah, and they loved it!"

With a quiver in his voice he asked, "Oh fuck that sounds so hot! Kandy, what did they do?"

She flashed him a sultry grin, removes her blouse and bra. "The truckers always honked their horn and made a fucking motion with there hand. I teased them a bit and then just drove off down the road."

He looked over and saw her sitting there naked with her big tits out in the open for anyone to see. John swallows hard and confesses, "Damn girl, you sure know how to excite me. You're making my dick so fucking hard right now!"

She places her hand on his jeans, "Oh God you're hard! Pinch my nipple baby! I love it when you do that! Mmm, harder baby!"

Kandy quivers with excitement. As John pinches a nipple she parts her legs and begins masturbating. 

She watches his reaction for a while, then began to talk dirty. The air was heavy with her sexy aroma. "Hey sexy, do you like seeing me play with my hot-cunt?"

John exclaims, "Yessss! I want you to cum for me baby!"

She continues moaning, quivering, and purrs, "My cunt is drenched! My hot-hole is throbbing! Oooooh baby, pinch my nipple, harder baby. That's it! AARRGGHHHHHH!!!"

He then yelled, "Cum for me, let it out, let me hear that passionate cry as your hot cunt explodes every where!!"

Kandy felt the climax surging through her like a freight train out of control and shrieks, "Fuck I am cumming, load enough to hear a b lock away."

John watches her and almost drove off the road. God she made him hot. Her ran his finger down through her sopping cunt and licks his lips hungrily. "Doll you're getting one hell of a fuck when we get home. I'd do it here on a country road, but do not know the roads around here that well. However when I do, you will get a country fucking." 

Once inside the front door of their home, it didn't take them two minutes to strip and head to the bedroom. It was one of the best fucks Kandy ever had!



Movie Night



They both wandered into the 7-11 and started wandering down the aisles. It was movie night tonight and they needed to stock up on munchies. Jason wandered down the chip aisle and grabbed a couple bags and headed for the fridges at the back to get something to drink.

Emily pondered her choices in the candy aisle. She grabbed a premixed bag of penny candy and grabbed a fist full of suckers and lollypops. She headed for the till and looked back to see what was taking Jason so long to make up his mind.

He came wandering up the middle aisle; arms full of his choices. He put all his items on the counter with Emily's and pulled out his wallet. He paid the guy behind the counter as Emily collected their bags off the counter.

When they got back in the car and began to drive back to the house.

" So which movie are we going to watch first?" Emily asked.

Jason grinned from ear to ear. "I picked up a couple good ones this morning but I'm not going to tell you what they are. It's a surprise!"

She smiled and stated she trusted his judgement but if it was a war movie she'd simply have to kill him.

He adored her fun loving nature. Like a puppy that thinks it's a guard dog. She'd act like she was the biggest meanest person in the world but it was almost comical coming from her 5'2", 110 pound frame. Her green eyes did lend themselves to her mischievous nature but if you knew her you'd know she was all bark and simply no bite.

When they arrived at the house. Emily carried all the bags in and brought them directly into the living room. She tossed them on the coffee table and plopped herself down on the sofa. Jason came in a few minutes later.

She had already opened up a lollypop and was diligently sucking away on it. A coy smile came across her face as she noticed him watching her out of the corner of his eye. She twirled the stick between her fingertips as she pulled it out of her mouth. Sucking back a little she made it come out with a little popping noise.

That caught his attention fully. His head snapped around. "Don't start with that." He cautioned.

"Or else what?" She said mischievously.

He let it go and didn't say anything. He had picked up two movies that morning: A romantic comedy and a porn. 

He figured if she was going to get what she wanted he would get what he wanted. 

He walked up to the DVD player and opened the unmarked case. As he slipped the disk onto the tray she started to inquire as to what he had chosen.

He turned around and smiled right back at her. He didn't answer and simply walked back to the sofa knowing the first sign of the previews that she would know what special little movie he had chosen for her.

The lights were already off in the living room with a soft glow of light coming from the kitchen so the could see what they were doing. The TV began to glow and she knew right away from the music and the frame of the shot around some girl's butt that he had put on some smut television. 

No doubt he thought she would play along, and he was probably right.

She smirked. "I suppose you want me to play along with this silly little game of yours."

"What?" He asked. His attempt at innocence was not fooling her one bit.

"Don't play coy with me, sir." She started playfully, "I bet you think that putting on this little film would make me want to get down on my knees and start sucking you off."

He shrugged and smiled. "Kinda."

She slowly leaned in to kiss him and as her lips touched his she started to slide off the sofa. She got down on her knees between her legs and started grabbing for his belt. She slowly pulled it to one side for the buckle to unlatch and tugged at it seductively and she looked over her shoulder to see what had caught his attention.

On the screen was an attractive young blonde giving some young stallion of a porn star a blow job.

"Oh, I can do that!" She said enthusiastically.

She turned her head around and pulled at his pants. She tugged them down around his ankles and reached for his swollen cock. She tilted it towards her lips and looked up. 

Silently she stared at him while she took his long shaft into her mouth. She worked it to the very back of her throat and noticed his eyes roll into the back of his head. She could hear the moans from the man on the screen but could notice Jason's breathing get heavy and deep but without any sound. 

She pressed her tongue hard against his shaft as she worked it out of her mouth.

Then with an exhale she was rewarded with Jason's whisper of "Oh, God, yes."

She grinned with self satisfaction. She could put that little slut on the screen to shame with the way she sucked dick. It was a matter of pride.

Just as she was working it into her mouth again she felt his hand grab her hair and force her face down on him. She gasped just at the right moment as in his eagerness he filled her throat so she couldn't breathe. She tried to take another breath but found herself choking on his full erection.

He let go and she came up for air.

She began to avidly suck up and down on his cock while he placed his hands behind his head and watched the movie he had chosen. For a few minutes they both enjoyed her favourite past time: sucking him off.

"Get up here." He said, "I want to taste that wet little pussy of yours."

She began to kiss her way up his body. All the while removing her shirt and pulling her skirt up. She kissed up his torso, flicking his nipples with her tongue while she crawled up onto the sofa. She reached his lips and lingered for a moment but knew what he was after she crawled further up.

He began to kiss the parts of her body as they passed his lips. As she crawled up he kissed her breasts, felt them, kneading them in his hands. As she placed her first knee on the top of the sofa he could smell her warm snatch coming closer to his face. She extended her second leg and braced herself against the wall.

His hands grabbed her cute ass and pulled her sweetness towards him. His tongue flicked at her clit and he sucked on it softly. She began to force herself closer. He buried his face in her opening. Letting his tongue open her up wide and press against the heat of her warm temple.

He started pulling her down on his face. He licked up and down from one end to the other tasting all she was letting him have. He slid down and got out from underneath her.

She looked back to see him kneeling on the sofa behind her now. Over his shoulder she could see the man on the TV had his victim pinned against a sofa and she was avidly touching herself as he pumped in and out of her.

"Get your little ass down here." Jason Commanded.

Emily lowered herself from on top of the sofa to kneeling on it still facing the wall. Jason poised his throbbing cock and her hot little entrance. He skilfully opened her up with one hand; spreading her lips wide and exposing her hot pink pussy. He used his other hand to slip the tip of his cock inside her.

He put one hand out in front to brace himself and used the other to reach around and grab her breast. He slowly pushed himself deep inside her. Taking slow long strokes he could feel her hot hole tensing around his member. 

"Tell me how bad you want it." He said.

"Oh fuck me!" She burst out in a defiant breath, "Fuck me hard. Make me your whore."

With that he moved both his hands to her waist and grabbed her roughly. His thrusts were quick, full and hard.

She began screaming and begging for him not to stop. She screamed for him to make her come.

With feverish, uncontrolled thrusts her used her like a doll. He used her hole like a whore's and with a scream so loud the neighbours would have though he killed her she pushed back and came all over his hard cock.

"Now it's my turn." He said with a sly grin on his face.

He pulled out of her and turned her around. He pulled her by her legs to the edge of the sofa and he stood over her. He put his fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet. With her hips tilted so slightly upward he had the perfect position to drive his solid frame into her.

The was no gentle nature about the way her took her there. He forced himself inside her with such a force she whimpered.

He hammered her relentlessly as she sucked back on his fingers. He body was being forced into the sofa with each thrust and her hands were holding onto the cushions for dear life. Just as he was about the come he took out his throbbing cock, leaned forward, removed his fingers from her mouth and sent his load shooting down her face.

From her eye to her chin he left a trail. She wantonly used her tongue to try and get as much of it in her mouth as she could. As he stepped back she used her fingers to get the rest and taste what he had done. She reached down to her wet, abused hole and stuck her fingers in deep.

He watched as she enjoyed the taste of herself mixed with his load.

He smiled. She looked up and with a smirk asked "Can we watch my movie now?" 

He laughed and said "Only because I'm done with you." He winked as he grabbed for his pants and walked out of the room.



Movie Night



Samuel pulled his keys from his pocket and fumbled with them. He found the key just as he approached his vehicle. He opened the door, climbed inside, and started the engine, fiddling with the radio as he pulled away from his parking space. What a day it had been. His neck and shoulders ached from being so tense all day at the office and he was glad to be going home to his two wonderful roommates.

The car pulled up the driveway and into the garage, the garage door closing behind him. He entered through the door leading into the kitchen and locked it as he made his way to the kitchen where he found Lisa bent over in front of the oven, fetching dinner and wearing only her apron as she had been asked to do. She turned to set the lasagna on the potholders on the table, brushed her long blonde hair out of her face, and put the salad bowl on the table.

"Hello, Daddy! How was your day? Dinner's ready!" she said.

"It was a long day, baby, a very long day, but you are looking absolutely wonderful. Good girl." Samuel smiled at her then asked," And where is Lexi?"

"She's in the shower cleaning up before dinner, sir," Lisa replied. "She didn't want to come downstairs for dinner still covered in cleaning chemicals."

"That's understandable," he replied, and set his keys on the counter, smacking Lisa lightly on the ass as he passed her. She giggled.

Samuel made his way up the stairs to the bathroom, where he heard the water still running. He quietly opened the door and could see Lexi's seductive figure through the shower curtain, which he opened, exposing her.

"Daddy! You're home! I'm almost done, I promise," Lexi exclaimed.

"Good, because Lisa has dinner on the table already. And remember to dress appropriately," he added as he gave her nipple a pinch and made his way back downstairs.

Lexi hurried to rinse the conditioner from her long brown hair then turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She dried off as quickly as possible and made her way downstairs fully nude, just like Daddy liked.

When Lexi arrived in the kitchen, Samuel was already seated at the table and Lisa was placing a fair portion of lasagna on his plate. He looked up at Lexi and smiled.

"What good girls I have. You both listen so well for Daddy," Samuel said as he put dressing on his salad.

Lisa removed her apron as her and Lexi proceeded to sit down at the table and fix their plates. The three of them ate silently with the exception of Samuel's compliment about how wonderful dinner turned out. Lexi finished shortly before her roommates and began cleaning up the kitchen.

"Thank you, Lexi. You're so well behaved," Samuel said as he stood up.

Both girls followed Samuel to the living room and sat on the sofa with him in the middle as he turned on the TV and found a movie channel. They laid their heads on his shoulders and snuggled up , comfortably. Samuel put his arms around the girls and teased each of their nipples lightly. They looked up at him, grinning.

"Mmm, Lexi, what would you like to see Sissy do tonight?" he asked with a smile that suggested a hint of evil pleasure.

"Daddy, I think Lisa should move onto your lap and tease your cock with her hand as I tease her," Lexi replied.

"That, my dear, is a good idea," he replied, his smile growing wider.

Lisa, without hesitation, did as Lexi had suggested so as to please Daddy. She knew she had to behave. Lexi got up and stood behind Lisa, grabbing a handful of blonde hair in one hand and began kissing on her neck. Lisa gasped lightly, startled by the tender touches of soft lips upon her neck. Samuel began to grow hard as he watched his girls play so nicely together while feeling Lisa's soft hand upon him.

Lexi, her hand still gripping Lisa's hair, guided her off of Samuel's lap and onto her knees in front of him, easing her head towards his now raging erection. Lisa opened her mouth and placed it upon the erection in front of her, and began teasing it lightly with her tongue as she moved her mouth up and down in perfect rhythm. He groaned. Lexi then also dropped to her knees, behind Lisa, and lowered her mouth to where she could barely tickle the delicate clit in front of her with her tongue. Lisa let a small squeal escape as she felt the wet mouth upon her. Lexi could taste the sweet nectar as it flowed heavier and heavier. She began to play with her own clit as well, feeling herself grow more and more wet.

"Mmm, my girls play so nicely," Samuel said as he continued to groan.

Lexi tugged on Lisa's hair and gave her a light smack on her ass, pulling her away from daddy. Lexi stood and placed Lisa beside him on the sofa, then sat herself down on his lap, his cock barely brushing up against her clit.

"Lisa, you get to just watch right now. And pay close attention because your turn will be here soon. Touch yourself, but don't you dare cum until Daddy says so," Lexi stated firmly.

She then lowered herself slowly onto the large cock in front of her, biting her lip as she felt it entering her, the snug fit bringing about an enormous sense of pleasure. Samuel groaned feeling her tight around him.

"Mmm, good girl. Yes," he said. "That is such a good girl."

Lisa continued watching, feeling her clit beginning to swell. Samuel praised her and she let a sigh escape as a smile crossed her face. She watched intently as Lexi moved slowly up and down on Daddy's cock and could see just how tightly he fit inside of her. She eased a finger into her own pussy, feeling how wet she was becoming and moaned. Daddy smiled as Lexi reached over to play with Lisa's breasts.

"My oh my. My girls are getting along wonderfully tonight. You know that makes Daddy very happy," Samuel said.

Lisa began to play rougher and faster, squirming on the sofa beside Samuel and Lexi. She began moaning a little louder as Samuel stroked her hair then grasped a handful while Lexi continued playing with her breasts.

"You are not to cum yet," Samuel said in a tone that suggested punishment for not listening to his demand. "Lexi can though, such a good girl for riding Daddy's cock like this."

Lexi increased her pace gradually, following the pitches of Samuel's groans. She ground her hips in a circular motion as she moved up and down, now leaning forward with her arms around his shoulders and her breasts beating gently against his face. She began moaning more loudly and her movements growing faster and deeper as Samuel coaxed her to cum.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy," Samuel said. "You don't want to leave sissy waiting too long now do you?"

Lexi turned her head and her eyes met Lisa's hungry eyes. Lisa moved a hand to Lexi's clit, gently rubbing it as she watched her expressions change and her eyes begin to grow wide. Lexi threw her head back and screamed as she slammed down hard on Samuel, allowing herself to drench him in her cum as her pussy pulsated against his cock. Her entire body quivered. As she gasped for air, she made eye contact with Lisa and shot her an expression warning her to get ready. Although still squirming, Lisa managed a nod of acknowledgment.

"Oh my, Lexi!" Samuel exclaimed. "That is a very good girl, cumming on demand like that for Daddy! Do you think sissy is ready for her turn?"

Lexi, still trying to catch her breath, nodded in approval and shakily peeled herself from Samuel's lap. She gently wrapped her arm around Lisa with the inside of her elbow lightly meeting Lisa's neck and eased her off the sofa and onto Samuel's lap, pushing down on her thighs to allow him to enter her.

Feeling the large cock enter her, Lisa tensed up and bit her lip. Samuel didn't show much concern as he thrust himself deep inside of her and let out an intense groan. Lisa squealed slightly and began moving along with his thrusts as Lexi stood behind her nibbling on her neck and working her way down her side to her hips. Lisa twitched and gasped.

"Daddy, may I please cum now?" Lisa asked in desperation.

"Did I say you could?" Samuel said in a rough tone.

"No, sir," Lisa replied.

"Then there's your answer," Samuel stated.

Lisa bit her lip as she struggled to hold back the inevitable. Feeling Samuel thrust deep into her as Lexi teased her sent chills up her spine. She tried to hold back for as long as possible, knowing that soon Samuel would be satisfied. His moans continued to escalate, his thrusts increasing in speed.

"That's such a good girl," Samuel said. "You're going to make Daddy cum soon."

Lexi knelt on the floor beside them, kissing on Lisa's hip and reached her hand beneath Lisa and felt Daddy. She massaged him lightly while simultaneously providing Lisa's ass a tease each time she descended on his cock.

"Oh, God, yes," Samuel said, his voice becoming shaky. "Cum for me now, baby," he added as he looked at Lisa.

Lisa threw her head back and screamed, her and Samuel both trembling with climax. Lexi smiled, knowing she did well, and waited patiently for Daddy and sissy to regain a steady breathing pattern.

Lisa knelt on the floor in front of Samuel with Lexi, and they both laid their heads on his lap, gazing up at him peacefully. He ran his fingers through their hair softly.

"You are both very good girls. Daddy likes good girls," Samuel said as he laid his head back. "Now come sit back up here with Daddy. We have a movie to finish."



Movie Night



It was a cold and rainy night. I was bored so I thought I'd give you a call. I was happy to hear your voice at the other end of the phone. You tell me that you are just sitting and watching a few movies and I'm welcome to join. After a nice drive I finally arrive at your place. We exchange the usual hello and then we get comfortable to watch the movies. 

As we watch, I become bolder and gently rub your leg and brush your shoulder. When the first movie is done, you off me a drink. Not wanting to turn you down, I say whatever you have would be fine. When you come back, I stand to help you. 

I take the drinks from you and quickly set them down. Before you get a chance to sit again and pull you to me your back against my chest. Then I gently brush your hair from your neck and start kissing it gently. Feeling no rejection I start to kiss you harder and make my way up to your ear with my hands now holding your arms and sliding up to your shoulders. After thinking about this moment all night, I turn your head and finally feel the softness of your lips on mine. The kiss is soft at first but increases in intensity as we continue. 

My hands then slide down your sides feeling you as I go. I pause, but only for a moment, at the bottom of your shirt before sliding both hands under it and around your waist. I feel your body shiver against mine as my finger brush lightly across your skin. I move slow but deliberately up your body until my hands rest just below your breasts. I can feel your breathing stutter then quicken with anticipation. Finally I run my fingertips over your breasts, touching you as lightly as I can. 

I then continue up your body, your shirt now bunched around my hands. In one smooth movement I pull your shirt over your head. Again, I brush your hair to the side and slowly kiss my way from your shoulder to your ear. All the while I am caressing you breasts. Not being able to stand it any longer I reach between us and unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor. I then quickly remove my shirt and turn you around finally seeing and feeling your breasts touch my chest.

I then pull you hard against me and kiss you deep and passionately feeling my way into your mouth with my tongue. Not wasting any time, I pull away from your soft lips and start kissing my way down your body making circles around your nipples with my lips before finally kissing and suck each one. Moving further down your body, my hands find the waist of your pants and start to slide them down. I help you pull them all the way off while I smell the sweet aroma of your aroused pussy. 

In one quick movement I turn you around and bend you over the arm of the couch. I grab the band of your panties and slide them down over your ass. Leaning forward, I pull your legs apart and start licking your pussy and ass, tasting your pussy. I lick your pussy from top to bottom, careful to avoid your clit. I don't want you cumming too quickly. I continue up and down over and over again, making you shiver and wait for what seems like an eternity. Then without warning I take your clit between my lips and finally suck it hard. I feel your orgasm. Finally I let go of your clit and lick up all the sweet juices from your pussy. Taking a chance, I tease your ass with the tip of my tongue. Feeling no reluctance, I push it in deeper while I raise a hand to gently rub your clit. Again I feel you start to orgasm, but then I stop abruptly. 

Not being able to stand it any longer, I quickly stand, drop my pants and move right behind you. I tease your pussy, rubbing it up and down with my cock, getting it all wet. In one swift movement I grab your hips and drive my cock deep into your pussy. I hold it there, feeling your pussy quiver around me as you finally orgasm again. 

Moving slower now, I slide my cock all the way out and in, feeling every inch of your pussy squeeze around me. I start fucking you with an increasingly steady pace until I am pounding your pussy hard and you are screaming with pleasure. Then I push deep in you one last time and explode. Shot after shot of hot cum filling your pussy. Moments later I pull out and watch my cum trickle out of your pussy. I quickly bend down to lick it up tasting your pussy mixed with me. Then I move to your face and ask you to clean my cock. You do so gladly. 

We kiss as we lay, on the floor, exhausted and satisfied not wanting to ruin the moment.



Movie Night



It was another crisp Saturday evening in New England, where the students were left to shiver in their dorms because the university still wouldn't turn on the heat. Allan, a sophomore, shared one of the newer apartment style dorms with his younger sister Amanda, who was a freshman at the university. Amanda had been so terrified about living away from home for the first time that Allan applied for the co-ed dorm just to help her transition into college living. Not that he was entirely happy about the idea, of course. Allan loved his little sister dearly, but his first year at college had been so much fun away from the pressures of family; he'd been able to party with the guys, sneak his girlfriend back to his room and do just about anything without having to worry about his parents finding out. Living with his little sister, though, changed all of that. Now that Amanda was sharing the dorm with him, Allan was afraid to try anything.

Allan pulled his maroon sweatshirt over his head, looking in the mirror to make sure that his shaggy brown hair wasn't terribly messed up in the process. He walked out of his private bedroom and into the shared living room area of the dorm, seeing his sister sitting on the couch talking quietly with her friend. Amanda was a pretty girl, even he could admit that. She'd inherited her mother's blonde hair and dazzling green eyes, along with her naturally slender frame. Her curves weren't as dramatic as other women, her breasts rather small and her butt almost flat. Despite that, she had a charming personality and a beautiful smile that seemed to melt guy's hearts. He was surprised, but grateful, that she hadn't brought any boys back to the dorm yet. Even if living with his sister was a bit of a pain in the ass, he certainly didn't want to think about her having sex with anybody in the next room over.

If Amanda would be described as pretty, her friend, Nadia, would easily be called gorgeous. Nadia was roughly five and a half feet tall with short, dyed red hair. She was 'alternative', certainly, but didn't quite fit into any one stereotype. She sported a lip ring, which was on the left side of her mouth, and gauged earrings in each ear. And, despite trying not to, Allan couldn't help but glance at the large tits that jutted out in front of her. They were easily D cups, and from the way that her hard nipples poked at the front of her t-shirt it was apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra. Allan was amazed at how perky they were for being so big. Amanda had met Nadia a few weeks into the semester, and the two of them had been hanging out regularly ever since.

"Hey, Allan," Amanda, who was sitting cross legged on the couch, called out to him as she saw him walking into the room. As always, she sounded overly cheerful; Allan couldn't help but smile. Nadia, sitting on the floor in front of Amanda, lifted her hand and waved as well.

"Hey sis," He replied, taking a few steps toward them; he stopped at the side of the couch, leaning against it. "What are you guys up to tonight?"

"Scary movies," Nadia answered for Amanda, nodding her head as she said it. "You should join us, Allan. It'll be fuuuun." She grinned as she drew out the word, even going as far as to wiggle her fingers at him. Allan laughed, shaking his head. 

"I'd love to, but I was thinking about going out with Sarah. Get out of the dorm and have some fun for a change, you know?" He answered.

"Aw, come on big brother! You never spend time with me anymore," Amanda whined at him. There was a tone of voice that she used when she whined that always got to him, something that fell between sad and childish. It always worked on him, no matter how much of a protest he put up, and she knew it. 

"Really, sis..." Allan tried to object with a sigh, "I haven't seen her all week and I thought it would be a nice surprise for her."

"Why don't you invite her over here?" Nadia suggested, shooting Amanda a devilish look as she said it. "It'll be fun. The four of us, watching zombie flicks or something. We promise not to look if you two get busy under the blanket or something."

"Nadia!" Amanda exclaimed, swatting the red head on the shoulder; Allan's cheeks actually flushed red. He couldn't believe she would say something like that, especially in front of his sister. Nadia just started laughing.

"Oh come on Allan. It won't kill you, I promise. You might even enjoy it."

Allan just sighed again, grumbling the word "Fine" in response. He went off to call his girlfriend, and spent the next twenty minutes waiting in the living room for her to arrive, while Nadia and Amanda just chattered on. Just as he was getting slightly annoyed a knock came at the door, and he was all too quick to answer it. On the other side waited Sarah, his girlfriend. Her blonde hair came down to her chin, framing her pretty, tanned face. Her nice curves were hidden behind the bulky university hoodie; unlike Nadia, he was certain that his girlfriend's ample tits were covered with a bra. She never went out without one.

"Hiiii, sweetie," Sarah said, coming in to give him a hug and a light kiss; he stood there, holding her in his arms. From somewhere behind him he heard the two girls make a slightly mocking awww noise. "Thanks for inviting me over. I was starting to wonder when I'd see you again." She said, pulling away from him.

"Yeah," Allan said, grinning a big, "I was going to come surprise you tonight, but they kind of talked me into watching a movie with them instead. I hope you don't mind...?" 

Sarah shook her head, heading past him and into the living room; she waved at his sister and her friend. "Nah! I think it will be fun, actually. Scary movies right after Halloween? Who wouldn't want to do that?"

"Yeah, Allan!" Nadia chimed in. Sarah settled down on the couch next to his sister, leaving enough room for him to sit on the end; he slipped an arm around Sarah's shoulders while she draped a nearby blanket over their laps. Nadia shot him a smirk before she said. "Okay! I'll get us some drinks, why don't you start the movie for us Amanda?"

Before anybody could reply or protest, Nadia was up and heading to the small kitchen area while Amanda got up and turned on the TV and DVD player, putting the disc into the tray. A few minutes later, Nadia returned with three opened soda cans, which she passed off to everybody on the couch before going back to grab hers. Finally, she settled down on the floor in front of the couch while the DVD started playing, entertaining them all with scenes of gory delight. The sodas were empty fairly quickly, and Nadia seemed all too eager to go fetch more for them. Each of them had gone through two cans by the time the movie was halfway over. For some reason, he was left feeling slightly tipsy; Allan looked at the cans to make sure they weren't alcoholic, but they seemed to be just standard soda cans.

"Oh my god," Sarah said, rolling her eyes; the movie was building toward its climax, and a particular scene had brought on her sarcastic outburst. While running from the masses of the living dead, one of the women in the movie managed to snag not only her shirt on something, but her bra as well. She was, for the next five minutes, running around entirely topless until finally being eaten by the zombies. "It never fails. There is always somebody that has to get naked in these movies. Always, always, always some boobs or something!"

Nadia rolled her head back to look at Sarah. "So what?" she asked her, grinning a bit. "What's the big deal about these?" To emphasize her point, she reached up and cupped her own generous breasts through her shirt.

"It's just so cliché," Sarah replied, looking a little uncomfortable with Nadia's action. She leaned her head against Allan's shoulder as she watched the red head on the floor. "I mean, she might not end up with her boobs bouncing everywhere if she wore more than just a t-shirt."

"You mean, like if she wore a sweatshirt like you?" Nadia answered, almost teasingly.

"Yeah, something like that." 

"Soooo," Nadia replied, "you're saying that between me and you, I'd end up with my tits out and you wouldn't."

"Yeah," Sarah replied with confidence, and a bit of annoyance.

"So, you wouldn't... take off your sweatshirt?" Nadia seemingly asked an innocent question, but there was emphasis put on the latter part. Both Amanda and Allan looked down at Nadia with slightly narrowed eyes, wondering about the girl's strange behavior. 

They were even more surprised when Sarah replied "No," while reaching down to the hem of her sweatshirt and pulling it over her head. She dropped it casually on the floor next to Nadia, who seemed to be grinning gleefully. An obvious look of shock came over Sarah's face, but she didn't seem to say anything about it.

"Sarah, what are you doing?" Allan asked, looking from Nadia to his girlfriend; Amanda, too, seemed to be looking between the two of them.

"Oh relax you guys, we're just having some fun." Nadia replied; as soon as the words came out of her mouth, Allan did feel significantly more relaxed. He was still slightly disturbed that his girlfriend just took off her sweatshirt on command, but he couldn't seem to find the outrage he'd held a few seconds ago. Nadia, for some reason that he couldn't determine, looked really pleased after she saw the reactions of Allan and his sister.

"Okay, so you definitely wouldn't take off your sweatshirt. And you don't think you'd be the one to get it ripped off by zombies or whatever?" Nadia asked; Sarah shook her head. "So... maybe you'd be the one that takes it off when you think nobody notices." She said, in that same suggestive tone, with a smirk.

"I am not that kind of girl, Nadia. The ones that do that in the movies are always the sluts sneaking off to fool around with somebody," Sarah replied; like before, she reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor as well. Nadia was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and Sarah looked silently terrified. Allan knew he should be bothered by this, but he could only watch with idle curiosity and a dopey smile as his girlfriend sat next to him in just her bra and jeans.

"They don't always fool around with somebody else," Nadia shook her head. "Sometimes they sneak off to take a shower and play with themselves or something, and the zombies find them in there. Maybe you're the girl who, I don't know, likes to play with herself. Is that you, Sarah?"

"No..." Sarah protested meekly, even though one of her hands went up and began to lightly squeeze her large breast through the bra. The other hand began to slowly snake down below the blanket; Allan heard the sound of Sarah's jeans unzipping. He watched the blanket moving as, he assumed, she stuck her hand into her pants and began to rub her pussy.

"Are you sure?" Nadia asked her. "I mean, you're sitting here with your shirt off, playing with your tits. You said you'd neeever take your sweatshirt off, let along do this."

"I don't know... mmm... what's happening." came Sarah's defense. She pulled her tits over her bra, letting them bounce free in front of everybody while she tweaked her left nipple, then right. That brought out another moan from Allan's girlfriend.

"Well, you said that only slutty girls take off their clothes in movies. And you're taking off your clothes. Maybe you're just a slutty girl too, Sarah. A slutty little girl who likes to play with tits and finger pussy."

As soon as she said it, a loud moan came from Sarah; her eyes glazed over as the suggestion rooted in her brain, rewiring her conservative nature. All of the upbringing of modesty and morality was suddenly replaced with a high sex drive and a desire to cum. She seemed to relax on the couch, leaning back as she more comfortably played with her tits. The blanket slid down from her lap, falling to the floor. It revealed her fingers steadily rubbing her wet slit inside of her jeans, and the raging hard on that Allan had from watching everything. Sarah lifted up one of her breasts, putting the nipple in her mouth and starting to suck. Allan had never seen her like this before.

Nadia was watching with obvious enjoyment, reaching up to idly caress her own breasts in the meantime. "You like to suck tits, don't you?" Nadia prompted, her suggestions becoming less and less subtle as Sarah masturbated more furiously. "You like having tits in your mouth? Hm? You little slutty lesbo tit-sucker." 

As the last sentence came out of Nadia, a look of lust glazed over Sarah's features. She let her own breast fall from her mouth, causing it to bounce in front of her as she did. Sarah practically lunged forward off of the couch and landed in front of Nadia. She leaned down, lifting up the red head's shirt just enough to start kissing her stomach and work her way upward. It wasn't long before Nadia's tits were exposed, with the shirt pulled over the huge mounds, and Sarah sucking passionately at the nipples. Allan watched as his girlfriend turned into a lesbian right in front of his eyes, moving her mouth from one breast to the other. Nadia leaned her head back and moaned, reaching forward to play with Sarah's dangling breasts as she did so.

Allan's rage was pacified by Nadia's command, but his discomfort must have shown on his face. While his girlfriend attacked Nadia's tits with her mouth, Nadia looked over to him and developed a rather devious grin. She was still kneading those dangling breasts, trying to contain the moans escaping her lips when she spoke to him. "It's a good thing that you don't love Sarah anymore. Bec- oooh.. mmm..." She paused to moan, "...because if you did, you'd probably be really upset right now. So horny, with that hard cock just wanting some attention."

Just like had happened to Sarah, something passed over Allan. He could feel his mind rewiring itself as he screamed internally to stop it. All of the feelings he'd developed for the girl in front of him slowly evaporated; he could feel each of them slipping away into nothingness, until all that was left was an empty void of emotion. But boy was she right. How horny he had become. Even before her words he had longed to shove his cock into his girlfriend's pussy, but couldn't muster the will to stop what she was doing. Now, without that outlet, he just sat on the couch with his throbbing cock stuck in his pants.

"But, you know... I think you overlooked somebody. Somebody that loves you moooooore than anybody else in the world." A feeling of dread immediately knotted in the pit of his stomach. Allan slowly turned his head to look toward the only other girl on the sofa, at the other end: his sister. She'd turned to look toward him as well, a look of pure terror flashing behind her otherwise docile eyes. "You think she's just the sexiest thing in the world, don't you?" Nadia prompted; Allan tried to fight it, but the command quickly sank in. The visions of the big breasted women in front of him as sexy were replaced with his innocent looking 18 year old sister. He'd never seen her without her clothes on, but his mind's eye was certainly trying to envision her small tits and subtle curves. He watched Amanda slowly shake her head as she recognized the new look of lust that came over his face.

"Don't tell me you don't feel it too, Amanda," Nadia said, turning to look at the very frightened Amanda; she had cowered back into a corner of the couch, as if pulling back from everybody could make it go away.

"Please, don't Nadia..." Amanda pleaded softly.

"Don't what?" Nadia replied with faux innocence. "You don't want me to tell you that you really, really want your brother?" Nadia paused, watching the expression on Amanda's face slowly change from fear to confusion, and finally to desire. "That you've always wanted to feel his cock in your hands, to lick and suck it... to make him blow his load all over those precious little tits of yours? Especially since we all know Allan had such a fetish for tiny little titties." 

All of the words started to take effect on the siblings. Amanda's memories were being re-written right there, as veins of lust streaked through the experiences she'd shared with her brother. Innocent, earlier times were replaced with long-repressed, taboo lust. Even Allan's idea of beauty was suddenly changed with a single phrase; he'd always loved girls with larger breasts, loving to knead those large tits with his hands and slide his cock between them. That was now replaced with a love of significantly smaller tits, and his eyes zoomed right onto the chest of his sister.

"Even this stupid little fuck toy," Nadia said, patting the top of Sarah's head while the intelligence drained from it, "knows that both of you get off on how wrong it is to want your sibling. I think the two of you should stop holding back and just... fuck, already."

That final prompt was all it took to bring Allan and his sister together. She scooted across the couch toward him, quickly leaning in to press their lips together. He lifted his hand, fingers sliding through her long hair as their tongues danced with one another. There was no subtlety in their actions, as they were both fueled by pure lust; her hands were already fumbling with his jeans, opening the button and sliding down the zipper so that she could wrap her tiny hand around his cock. He hissed his pleasure as her fingers wrapped around him and slowly started to pump up and down along his seven inches. He dropped his hands to help slide his jeans down and off completely; as soon as they were off, Amanda slid onto his lap and kept playing with his cock while passionately kissing him. 

Allan then reached up, grabbing the hem of her shirt and tugging it over her head; she was so obsessed with playing with his cock that she actually let out a small whine at having to let it go as he undressed her. He then made quick work of unsnapping her bra and sliding it off. As soon as she was able, Amanda went back to stroking her brother's cock with a satisfied look on her face; whatever Nadia had done to her, she realized, made her long to hold it and stroke it. As soon as Amanda's upper body was bare, Allan reached up and grasped her breasts in his hands; he felt her nipples harden, the tips pressing into his palm. His touch caused her to gasp and arch her back, thrusting her tiny breasts further into his hands.

"Do you like my little titties, big brother?" Amanda leaned in to whisper in his ear as she started pressing his dick against her covered pussy; the breath against his skin, combined with the new attention to his penis sent a chill up his spine. "They're so small. They fit so nice into your hands," She kept up the dirty talk as she began to grind against him.

"Yeah sis," he answered, pinching her nipples as he said it. Amanda moaned softly into his ear while she started to tug down the waist band of her sweat pants. He watched as they went lower, showing off a neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair, glistening with moisture between her legs. Fueled by renewed lust, Allan pushed her backward onto the couch and finished pulling off her sweat pants. His sister, now his lover thanks to whatever Nadia had done to them, lay nude before him with her legs spread. He didn't waste any time removing his sweat shirt, but instead slipped out of his pants and positioned himself between her legs. The tip of his cock touched the outer entrance of her womanhood, poised to press inside of her. He looked to his left, at Nadia and his former loving girlfriend on the floor. Both women had stripped nude, with Nadia lying on her back and Sarah dutifully licking the red head's pussy; Nadia kneaded her own tits, her eyes closed as she continued to give Sarah demeaning and life changing commands. A small part of his mind mourned at seeing his former girlfriend that way, but the commands that had been enforced on him kept Amanda at the forefront of his thoughts. He looked back to her as he pressed himself inside, feeling the velvety interior of her tight pussy wrap around him. Allan threw his head back and moaned; Amanda arched her back, her fingers gripping the material of the sofa as she did. Her tits barely stood out from her chest when she was on her back, but each bounce of those small mounds as he thrust into her brought him closer to orgasm. Amanda continued to moan and whisper dirty suggestions to him; he leaned over her, pressing his lips lightly to her neck as he thrust repetitively.




Movie Night



To the side, he heard the fevered moans of Nadia come to a head as she climaxed; he turned to watch the two girls as Nadia reached her orgasm. She had her fingers twined tightly in Sarah's hair, holding the woman's face close to her pussy as she came, squirting several times on Sarah's face and leaving her drenched. Sarah just looked up to Nadia, an expression of mindless adoration replacing her once passionate intelligence. Allan looked back down to the woman under him, with her eyes closed and her head rolling from one side to the other. He knew that it wouldn't take much more to send her over the edge; he knew it was the same story for him, too. He quickened his efforts, placing his hands on her hips to help his leverage in thrusting into her. She bucked against him, meeting every thrust with one of her own. Her moans became louder, and more frequent and finally culminated with a single, loud yell and the contraction of her pussy around him. He didn't stop thrusting.

"I... mm... I need to cum," He announced breathlessly against her neck.

"Pull out... I want your cum on my tits. All over them..." Amanda replied in a moan.

She didn't have to ask twice. Allan pulled out of her and started stroking himself to keep the orgasm near. Amanda slid off of the couch and knelt in front of it, using her hands to press her breasts together while whispering naughty words of encouragement to him. Looking down into her eyes while she urged him to spray on her chest was enough to send him to the edge, making his cock throb and start to shoot streams of hot, white cum at her. The first arc hit just above the swell of her chest, splattering down; each one after hit dead on, covering her small breasts and hands with his cum. He collapsed backward onto the couch, spent. Amanda lifted her hands to her lips, licking the jizz from her fingers.

Nadia was already standing, watching with a smirk as she patronizingly patted the head of a very docile, naked and cum soaked Sarah. "I see you two had fun after all. I'll have to come back and play with you two more often. In the meantime," she said, looking between the kneeling Amanda and the sitting Allan, "I think you two should keep 'seeing' each other. I mean, since you two are so passionate about each other you should really treat it like a relationship. Just remember to keep it a secret. I don't think the rest of the world would be as understanding as I am."

The way it came out was certainly menacing, and it caused Amanda to slip back onto the couch and cuddle into Allan's side; it would have been an almost cute scene, had she not been idly rubbing the cum into her skin. Nadia watched them, looking at them as if they were a couple of play things. Considering the influence she had over them, they might very well have been.

"Come on, pet, get dressed so we can go back to your place." Nadia told Sarah. Sarah, whose intelligence had been inadvertently reduced thanks to Nadia's demeaning dirty talk, had trouble putting her clothes back on correctly; after a little help from her new mistress, she was fully dressed and the two of them headed out, leaving Allan and Amanda alone in front of a movie that had long since stopped playing.



Movie Night



Alex turned off the lights and sat down on the couch, in between Carmen and Brooke. The room was darker than he would've thought, and the prospect of being this close to the two most beautiful girls he know, and in the darkness, was easily enough to make him begin to harden and begin to tent out his athletic shorts. Carmen happened to be a mutual best friend of Brooke and Alex, both of whom were dating. These two enjoyed each others presence very much, especially in a physical sense, however they had only made it to the point where Alex received a hand job while fingering Brooke's wonderful pussy. The three were watching a movie, but Alex had some very different ideas going though his horny little mind. 

Alex stretched his long, muscularly toned arm around Brooke's thin shoulders. His hand began to rove, first down the smooth skin of her arm, then to a still innocent area, her perfectly flat stomach. He lingered here and felt her heat through her thin, low-cut tank top. His hand slowly roamed up, until he reached her perfect 32B boobs. He cupped the small, firm orbs in his hand and gently massaged them in a circular motion. Brooke quickly pressed her hand onto Alex's thigh, Carmen visibly squirmed, unbeknownst to the couple. 

Alex's hand wasted no opportunity, he slid his fingers into the neckline of her top and under her bra. He was granted with an even greater treat underneath her bra. The feel of her bare, untouched skin turned him on even greater, and he moved his fingers to circle her nipples. The little knobs hardened under his finger and he decided it was time to get his hand to a new position. He kept his right hand pleasuring her nipples and moved his right on top of her shorts clad pussy. It only took a few strokes over her shorts before she needed more, he undid her button and zipper to let his hand roam free. His hand first went for over her panties as he pressed his hand over her clit and lips, a wet spot forming where his hand was. When she began to hump his hand, he took this as meaning it was time to go to the promised land. His hand slipped under her panties, and he felt her soft, slightly curly meadow. He moved further down, until he reached her clit, and began rubbing it, gently at first, but increasing in pace. His hand moved down to the opening of her vagina and he dipped his finger in a short ways and spread the wetness around her lips and up back to her clit. He rubbed her clit faster and faster until she started squirming her perfect ass around the couch cushion. Alex picked up on this and placed his middle finger into her opening, his palm still on her clit. In one swift motion, his middle and ring finger slipped in to the palm and she immediately gyrated around on it. 

Brooke moved her hand to Alex's crotch and slipped it under his waist band. HIs penis strained into her palm as she gently massaged the head. Alex picked up speed and started pressing his fingers in and out of her tight hole and circled her clit on his palm. He reached along the wall of her pussy and pressed against her G-spot and let out a loud moan. 

Carmen looked over, "What are you two up to," She giggled, "Lemme join!"

Carmen bent over and pulled down Alex's pants and boxers and immediately took his throbbing cock in her mouth, taking it all the way to the base, the pubes tickling her nose. Brooke got up and stood in front of Alex, her shorts unzipped and falling down and started to do a little strip tease. She turned around, and pulled her pants down, sticking her tight ass up in the air, begging Alex to feel it. He did just that, and held his hand there as he started to buck his hips. 

"Nope, not yet" Carmen winked at him after pulling off. 

Brooke continued, pulling off her tank top revealing a black bra holding her perfect, B cup boobs. She turned around revealing her showing her perfectly flat stomach as she reached around to unhook her bra. She shrugged the bra from her shoulders and her perfect nipples, harder than ever, centered on those perfect perky spheres appeared to Alex. Finally, the panties came off. Her perfect meadow lied beneath them and she sat down on the floor to open her glistening cunt to the world. Alex lied down on top of her and began kissing her passionately. One hand was occupied rolling her nipples with his finger, the other on Carmen's now naked cunt. His throbbing head was leaking sticky precum onto Brooke's hips and her pussy juices were coating his thigh. He knew she was ready as he aimed his penis for her swollen, juicy lips. 

Carmen refused to be left out of this, she straddled Brooke and pressed her pussy to her mouth. Brooke, clearly experienced, began to lap at her lips and cilt. Alex decided now was the time, he sank his 8 1/2 inches into Brooke. She didn't even let out a squeak of pain as he tore through her, popping her cherry. It was effortless for both, and moans began seeping from the trio's lips. Alex bent over to suck on Carmen's pink nipples, and play with Brooke's slightly darker, harder nipples. The girls let out faster, harder moans, as Alex and Brooke both picked up speed. 

The first to gasp and let loose was Carmen, letting loose, screaming out in a ripping orgasm. Her sweet juices spread over the entirety of Brooke's face and upper torso. This made Alex go harder, grinding his pubic bone into her clit, causing both immense pleasure. He was set over the edge by Carmen's second orgasm ripping over her body as she spasmed and collapsed over next to them. The first shot of warm cum into Brooke's body caused her pussy to constrict around him, milking him for all he had and further wetting his penis. The two collapsed over, still connected, and continued to spasm slightly. 



Movie Night



This is my first submission, please leave feedback or rate it or whatever people do on here. This is more of a teaser, if I get some interest or the mood strikes me, I might expand on this story, maybe some M/F and F/F ending in a threesome or something. There's a build up to it so if you're looking for straight into the good stuff this might not be the story for you. Thanks for reading and enjoy! 

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It has started out innocently enough. A movie night with his girlfriend and a couple of other friends, it was harmless. Mark couldn't remember the name of the movie, only that it had been one of those 'artistic' films which were full of smoking hot sex scenes. There were three of them on the couch, Mark, his girlfriend of seven months Amanda and her best friend Lisa. On the other sofa was Jon and Katie, a newly formed couple who hadn't got over the 'can't-take-there-eyes-off-each-other' stage yet. The room was almost pitch black except for the inconsistent light thrown by the T.V, which revealed Amanda snuggled in close to Mark, her head on his slightly muscled chest. He had his arm draped over her shoulder and his hand came to rest on her hip, just close enough to feel the warmth of Lisa who was resting on Amanda's upper leg. Mark caught himself staring at Lisa's breasts as they pushed against his girlfriend's leg. He felt his dick twitch slightly at the sight and was sure Amanda could feel it against her side. He felt a flush of guilt at his arousal so close to Amanda but the thought of him getting hard over Amanda's best friend while she was more or less on top of him only served to get him more worked up. 

He tried shifting so Amanda wouldn't feel his erection but as he did so she shifted with him, allowing her left hand to fall onto the bulge in his jeans. He felt his muscles tighten as his girlfriend slowly squeezed his shaft. He looked down and was greeted with a twinkle of lust in Amanda's eye. He had seen this twinkle before and for a few seconds nothing else in the world existed, just that twinkle and the achingly slow way her lips parted to make way for her pink tongue to poke out and gently slide over the exposed skin of his chest. While her tongue lingered on his skin, her hand was rhythmically squeezing the head of his fully erect cock. Mark felt his heart beat speed up noticeably as he sucked in a thin gasp of air, he could tell Amanda felt his heartbeat as well as her squeezing became in sync with the steady thumping coming from his chest. 

For her part, Amanda could feel the deep throb in the palm of her hand as she put more pressure on the six and a half inch dick which she loved so much. She liked nothing better than to feel it hard and in her grasp, just taking in the sheer primitive eroticism of her lover's arousal. She felt Lisa shift her head slightly prompting another shift of her own, she was amazed to feel how wet she was, her soaking panties brushing against the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. As if this awareness had turned on a switch, she needed relief, a slow deep burning had been kindled in between her legs and she had in her hand the only thing that would suffice to quench it. Her mind worked as hard as her hand trying to figure out a way for the two of them to slip away and take care of the fire in her dripping wet pussy. 

As her fingers pressed against the hardness of Mark's dick, Amanda felt a new sensation against her thigh. For a split second she thought that her desire had somehow manifested itself into her pink vibrator which was now buzzing incessantly against her leg, but as soon as the dense cloud of lust parted she realised it was just her phone. Jumping up she grabbed her phone, ignoring the cry of protest from Lisa and the desperate shout of lost pleasure that erupted from Marks mouth. She was sympathetic to his disappointment, she had been enjoying it almost as much as Mark was but the number that came up was that of one of her most valued (meaning most lucrative) clients and to miss this call would mean consequences at work. With a low and feral growl she stood up. 

"I'm sorry, I need to get this." She looked right at Mark as she said this, genuinely sorry for having to cut their little game short. "And knowing this bitch it's gonna take an hour or two to sort whatever problem she's dreamt up now. Is it cool if I use your room Katie?" Katie who had seemed unaware of the disruption occurring mere feet from her and her new boyfriend (perhaps involved in their own little game), nodded absently as if annoyed at the inconsiderate interruption. With that Mark watched as his girlfriend left the room with all chances of some kinky fun happening leaving with her. With a despairing sigh he turned back to the movie, silently cursing his luck and trying to calm his erection down. 

Mark's disappointment was painted all over his face and was in stark contrast to the sly grin that was unfolding over Lisa's face. She might be two years younger than the 25 year old couple but that didn't make her stupid. She had heard the gasp and saw the regular movement of Amanda's hand against Mark's crotch. She could even feel the ripple in Amanda's thighs as she subconsciously squeezed her thighs together. Amanda was turned on, and at the thought of what was happening inches away from her head Lisa felt her own nipples harden, hoping that they wouldn't noticeably poke into her friend's leg, but getting more and more aroused by the thought that they might. 

She had slipped a hand in between her legs and moved her head into a better viewing position, but the movie was forgotten now, she had something better to watch. Then the show had been interrupted by that fucking phone of Amanda's. That phone that had disturbed countless dinners, movies and chats in the past year. A dull anger that was more a product of unsatisfied desire then genuine rage pulsed through her, and if she had looked back in the next few weeks, it was this that caused her to do what she did. That coupled with the sight of the bulge in Mark's jeans as his girlfriend rushed off to take her phone call. That was what closed the deal for Lisa, that bulge that seemed to call out and promise untold pleasures if she would just reach out and touch it. Biting her lip Lisa got up.

"Whu-what, what are you doing Lisa?" The naked guilt and raw lust that was dripping off every word only made Lisa wetter as she took Amanda's place. 

"Just wanted someone to cuddle up to dude, you looked so...lonely by yourself." As she said the word lonely she reached her desired position and with a subtle wiggle of her hips she felt Mark's semi touch her round ass. She also heard a low pitched umph as Mark realised what his dick was pressed against. Lisa closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as she savoured the feeling of her best friend's boyfriend against her. She knew she was a bad friend and a bitch and a slut and about every name you could think of, but as Mark's heavily muscled arms enfolded her she didn't care at all. She knew he worked out, had even seen him doing it a few times and also knew how proud he was of his biceps. As she slipped her own arm over his she thought he had good reason to be proud, and as he squeezed her slightly she felt another pulse of arousal wash over her. She had to have him. 

Mark always considered himself a good boyfriend and despite his level of arousal was getting back into the film and winning the battle against his own arousal. He even managed to give Lisa a little cuddle without fear of going crazy with the desire to take her right here on the couch. Lisa on the other hand was almost grinding her teeth in frustration, his dick hadn't gone any softer but it was now five minutes since she had made contact with him and he wasn't hard. Her slim, athletic build and gorgeously round ass and breasts meant that a small twist of her blonde hair would suffice to make most men ready to fuck her, if they needed anything at all that is. But Mark was not moved and she was beginning to give up hope when the scene on the screen changed. 

The two main characters were lying entwined on a hammock, holding each other intimately. One of them leaned forward and her tongue found the others mouth. The camera panned up as hands found breasts and hips gyrated. Lisa had never been a fan of lesbian porn but the events of the night had made her think and she found herself hungrily feasting on the sight of the two women making slow passionate love on the screen. She was lost in the scene which seemed to be a long one, when she felt Mark shift behind her. He had moved back and she knew from his position this meant he was pushing himself against the back of the sofa. With a rush of pure arousal she knew what this meant, and knew that she had her opportunity.

Fucking lesbians! These two words were running through Mark's mind again and again mingled with an unarticulated feeling of self pity. He had resisted the urge to just fuck Amanda right here on the sofa, had resisted the urge to pull out his hair when she left him hard and unsatisfied, had even resisted the urge to let his mind wonder when Lisa had parked herself in front of him. And now fucking lesbians, as if someone was pulling a prank on him, inviting him to do something he would regret later, or someone. He pulled back as his dick hardened immediately and was on the verge of screaming when Lisa's ass followed him back and parked itself neatly on his shaft. He stiffened immediately, and did not (or could not) move when he felt Lisa's hips slowly grinding on him. It was grinding, there was no way it was just a mistake of a shift in position. She was slowly but relentlessly pushing herself back on to his erection. At this point the speakers on the TV started emitting loud moans of pleasure as the two women rubbed themselves endlessly on each other. Lisa timed her little grind with the grunts of pleasure, no longer caring about the actresses on screen, focusing only on the hardness that was pushing against her.

He was breathing deeply and couldn't handle it anymore, his resistance didn't fade away, it had left him completely and instantaneously. One second he was pushing himself against the back of the sofa and the next his hands were on Lisa's perfect hips. She gasped as she felt his rough hands on her scorching hot skin, they were gentle enough but she sensed somehow that they were strong. Strong enough to lift her up off her feet as he slid inside her.....

"unnnnnn" The moan had been quiet enough not to rouse the suspicions of their two friends, but to the two writhing figures it seemed as if they had screamed. They froze, Mark's penis finding its way to Lisa's pussy. The tough material of his jeans against the soft almost non-existent material of her pyjama bottoms provided Lisa with a maddeningly sweet sensation. But at this moment she didn't want sweet, she wanted rough, she wanted to feel her pussy stretching to accommodate her new lover's thick hard cock, she wanted him to fuck her. She forgot about the moan she'd let escape and reached down and silently pulled down her pyjama bottoms and knickers. She glanced up at Katie and Jon who were now kissing deeply and smiled as she reached around to grab Mark's cock. As she squeezed it in an unwitting impression of Amanda earlier on in the night, she felt his lips on her neck. It wasn't the dry outer part of the lip but the scaldingly hot inner bit. She could feel it hot, almost burning while deliciously wet at the same time just below her jaw line on her neck. His tongue slid against her neck, almost lecherously. She would have most likely been disgusted if someone had done this to her at any other time, but the sheer dirtiness of having someone lick her skin made her want to explode.

She made short work of the zip and eagerly got around Mark's boxers pulling out his throbbing cock. It was wet with pre cum, and as she felt the moisture against her skin she lifted her palm to her mouth and licked the pre cum from her palm. The salty taste of it mingled with the taste of her own skin made her growl in a low almost soundless way. And as she reached back to his cock she felt his hand, those rough strong hands of a man, enfold her breast. She squeezed hard onto his dick, relishing in the arousal and felt him retaliate by squeezing her tits. She began to stroke his cock, again glancing unnecessarily at their friends on the other couch. Mark's hand clawed at her top which was made of the same thin material as the trousers. He somehow managed to expose her right breast and took the achingly hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, using a finesse that was unexpected to tease it some more. Scraping his nail around it and then rolling it gently and then harder between his fingers. At the same time he bit down gently on her exposed neck making her gasp again. With the corners of his mouth twitching he put a bit more pressure on and bit slightly harder, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to send a delicious burst of sensation down her spine. He then used his tongue to flick back and forth over the place he'd bitten. He could tell by the increase in pace of her stroking that he was doing well.

He sucked at the skin of her neck, knowing it would leave a mark and doing it anyway, he decided he wanted to see how turned on she was and slowly, teasingly slipped a hand from her exposed breast down her flat stomach and towards the prize between her legs. She felt a tingle in her stomach, well in reality she felt tingling all over her, the way he was biting and then sucking on her neck was probably the most erotic thing she'd ever felt and the steady flow of pre cum made her hand glide up and down his cock. She could feel his hips pumping into her fist gently. At this she realised that they were losing there subtlety and used her foot to pull up a blanket that had been discarded earlier in the night. She pulled it over them hoping that no one would notice or pay any attention, fortunately the movie was showing a party scene and there was too much noise coming from there to let anyone hear her. Once covered she felt Marks hand sliding down her and opened her legs to allow him access, she knew she was already close to orgasm, and was planning to have a few before the night was out.

His hands were big but not clumsy as she might have expected (and perhaps imagined on a few lonely nights), they slipped into her panties and gently cupped her burning pussy. He put pressure on it and at the same time cocked his hips forward touching his hard and lubricated cock against the cheeks of her delicious ass. The feeling of his dick rubbing against her ass as she began to really work his cock, not caring if anyone saw now, coupled with the sensation of his calloused hands against her sensitive pussy almost pushed her over the edge. She edged ever closer as she felt his middle finger pushing into her, past her outer lips and then it was sliding, deliciously slow and remarkably thick into her. His fingertip pressed against the front wall of her pussy and as he slid a single digit into her pussy his left hand cupped her breast and began twisting the nipple again. She let out the smallest of squeaks, her face contorted with pure pleasure. She was still working his dick which was now throbbing more insistently and she squeezed hard, hard enough to make him gasp, as his finger began a slow withdrawal. Her whole body was tensed and she suppressed the urge to moan loudly, as he dragged his finger out until just the very tip of it remained inside her. 

She was breathing fast and raggedly as if she'd just sprinted a marathon, and she was about to scream in frustration when his left hand stopped twisting her nipple. He was teasing her, he knew how to do it and if he had more time would have continued to do it for a while. It was slightly sadistic he knew, but he loved the feeling of urgency, of desperation when a woman wanted to cum, and knew that the key to her orgasm hung around his own neck. Through her frustration Lisa was also loving the teasing, yes she wanted to cum, probably more then she had ever wanted to in the past but at this single timeless moment, where neither of them seemed to be breathing, where nothing else seemed to exist, she was not in control. Or to put it more accurately he was in control, if he slipped out of her now she could not do anything, likewise a few deft touches and she would have one of the biggest and definitely best orgasms of her life. She loved him being in control, but her desire was burning a hole inside her, she needed release. She couldn't articulate the conflict between wanting to be controlled and needing to cum but she didn't need to...

His teeth were grazing her neck again, and Mark's eyes were on the screen. The characters were on their way to a concert of some sort and he was waiting for them to arrive. He started brushing her nipple gently, teasingly and felt her sink her head into his shoulder, pleading with him without words, at the same time he began to gently twitch the tip of his finger. The characters were in the concert now and the noise inside was loud. Loud enough to cover any screaming. 

He twisted the nipple hard feeling her gasp at the same time bit her neck enough to leave a slight mark but not do any damage, and then as she let out a groan of pleasure he slammed his finger inside her up to the knuckle. He could hear her moan, but was past caring if anyone else heard her, and began to furiously finger fuck her. She still had his cock gripped in her fist but he didn't care about his own pleasure at this point. His sole aim was to make Lisa cum, and he went about it enthusiastically. He slid another finger inside her now fucking her with two of them, and she was gripping hard on him, her hand making its way to his thigh and pressing down hard enough to hurt. But Mark didn't feel a thing, as he used his thumb to rub against her clit. He sped up while at the same time playing with her nipple and biting, licking and sucking on her neck. His hand was moving fast now, fast enough to make her push out her hips and surrender completely to his touch, she was close now, he felt her muscles spasm as if vibrating and somehow sped up his busy hands.

She came. It wasn't a massive explosion as he had thought it would be, but more of an implosion of enormous force, like a star folding in on itself. She curled up slightly, thighs trapping his hand (which continued to rub inside her pussy regardless) and just froze. He felt her pussy walls tightening around his fingers almost as if they were grabbing them, forcing them to stay until they had completed what they started. For Lisa it was beyond coherent thought. It was pure pleasure, every part of her body, her fingers; her toes right up to the top of her head seemed to be alight with pleasure. She didn't know if she was screaming or not all she knew was the wave after wave of pleasure pulsing out from her pussy. Then she was shaking slightly, breathing in gasps, chest heaving and Mark's fingers slid out of her, and she lay there not knowing if it was for a few seconds or half an hour. She had just about got herself under control and was thinking of how hard she was going to make Mark cum when a voice cut through her thoughts.

"What the fuck you two?" It was Amanda, and Lisa closed her eyes in despair. Not out of guilt, but out of frustration that she wouldn't feel Mark cum. But the tone of Amanda's voice was light and mocking rather than angry. She looked up and saw Amanda standing staring at Katie and Jon who were humping each other steadily on the other sofa. Lisa felt Mark scrambling to readjust himself.

"Guys, come on get a room, it stinks of sex in here! And you two, why are you wearing a blanket it's like a sauna!" She was shaking her head with a wry smile on her lips, as Lisa and Mark sat up desperately looking anywhere but at each other. Lisa had ended up on the end and Amanda on Mark's other side. Amanda completely unaware of what she had walked in on put her arms around Mark and whispered in his ear.




Movie Night



It was silly, but I was looking forward to tonight. It had been too long since my older brother and I had spent any time together since he'd gone to off to college, and I honestly missed him. Plus, any time our parents left us to our own devices, there was a good time to be had. Junk food, horrible B-movies, and just fun in general.

We bid our parents goodbye, waving to the car as it disappeared out of sight. Josh's arm slung over my shoulders, squeezing me tight for a moment before he completely trapped me and rubbed his knuckles against my head. "Got ya!" he cried, my laughter mixing with his before I finally ducked out of his hold and shoved him playfully. 

"Come on, we've got pizza to order and movies to ruin our brains with!" I told him, grinning wide as I pulled him eagerly back into the house.

I had meticulously chosen the best-of-the-worst in horror flicks, carefully timing things out so that we maximized our viewing time. The casino that our parents frequented was about forty-five minutes away, and we figured they'd stay about two or three hours, as they normally did. It gave us just enough time for the selection I'd laid out, plus lots of buffer time for conversation and stuffing our faces. I was thrilled, and I didn't care how much of a dork it made me look like.

And so the night began, as ordinarily as any other night. We ordered our pizza and settled in for the first movie, laughing and cracking jokes at all of the worst parts. Our food arrived, we ate entirely too much, and then went right into the second flick. Near the end, we were undoubtedly growing a little bored and our occasional conversation grew more and more steady. Josh talked about college, filling me in for how things would be when I finally started in the fall. I told him about my last few weeks of high school, updated him on his friends that had remained local. On and on we went, bonding more deeply now than we ever had when we were younger and seemingly fought at all times.

When the movie ended, we laughed and I disentangled myself from the large blanket we'd been sharing -- he on one end of the sofa and I on the other -- to change discs. I was unaware of the way his eyes roamed over my backside, and even if I'd caught him I'd have rolled my own eyes in response. I was used to attention, but I certainly didn't flaunt myself purposefully. I would have just seen him as another annoying, hormone-fueled idiot.

"Hey, press eject with the remote?" I asked, glancing back questioningly. He frowned, then reached for it and tried to no avail. 

"What's wrong?"

"I think it's stuck." I banged on the top of the player, then gave a huff as it made an angry sound back at me. The disc inside was spinning quickly, an almost grinding noise emanating from the player. "Not good."

"It's cool, c'mon. We'll channel surf," he urged me, gesturing for me to join him back on the couch. I frowned, clearly disappointed about this wrench being tossed in my plans, but traipsed back to the sofa nonetheless. I buried myself back under the blanket, eager for its warmth. The flimsy t-shirt and gym shorts I wore did little to keep the chill out, after all.

The TV flickered as the channels changed; infomercial, cartoon, news, sports. The same thing over and over and over again, until one flash landed on a rather erotic scene and an accompanying moan. I felt my cheeks warm, and I pushed my foot out to Josh with a squeak of disapproval. "Turn it!"

Josh's face had lit up, like he'd found a treasure. "What? Why!? This is awesome, when did Dad get porn??" He laughed, then shifted as though getting comfortable before grabbing my pestering foot to still me. 

It was horribly wrong, but it was also exciting. It was like those dark nights when we'd stumble across a steamy scene on one of the premium cable channels. We'd be quiet, studying this foreign material with such curiosity. Things had changed, though; for one, we'd both grown up and now knew what all the fuss was about. And this was definitely not a steamy scene from a blockbuster. This was hardcore, unadulterated porn.

We grew quiet. It was a little unsettling, but eventually the only sounds were the moans and grunts of the lovers on screen and our heavier breathing. I was a unnerved by how aroused I'd become, and surprised to suddenly realize that Josh's hand on my foot was still there. Tight, unyielding. I swallowed hard, then shifted slightly as I turned to lie down with my feet in his lap, fully aware of my heel now pressing lightly against what I could only guess was his erection. I heard his breath catch, but I dared not look at him.

The scene on the screen was intoxicating. The couple was young, both of them full of energy and vigor as they went at one another with enthusiasm. My foot shifted experimentally as the girl began to choke down her costar's cock; I slid it against Josh's warm dick in time, wondering if he liked it.

Why was I doing this?! This was crazy. I needed to stop.

But I didn't, and it took less than a minute for his fingertips to cautiously slip along my leg. They paused tentatively at the hemline of my shorts, and I hesitated for the briefest moment before shifting and turning over on to my back. I kept my eyes glued to the screen, as though afraid of seeing him staring at me -- but eye contact was not needed. 

His hand slid upward, fingertips grazing against my slit through my panties. The gym shorts were baggy enough to allow him plenty of room, and I knew that he could feel how wet I already was. Fuck, this was not good. But it felt better than anything I'd ever known, so I only lifted my hips invitingly before arching my foot against his cock a bit more firmly.

Josh's hand pressed against my core, testing me through the soaked panties as though unsure of how far I'd let him go. His test did not last long, and eventually he nimbly hooked his fingers against the opening of my panties to explore without the barrier between us. I let out an involuntary whimper of pleasure; I could feel just how wet I was, how slick I'd become as his fingers slid against my folds in their search. He found my clit with expertise, then rolled it between his forefinger and thumb as I finally closed my eyes. Whatever was happening on screen was not nearly as incredible as this.

It was all so fast, and yet so achingly slow. The pleasure built immediately, causing my chest to tighten and my hips to quiver. But his movements were slow and exploratory, seeking what gave me the most pleasure as he claimed that most private part of my body. A digit slid deeply into me, his finger curling against my cunt before being joined by another. It was overwhelming, delicious, utterly disarming--

Just as quickly as it had come, it ended. The phone rang, shrill and loud, and we both jerked back from what had been happening. I scrambled to sit up and grab the remote, muting the pornographic sounds of wet skin and expletives. Josh cleared his throat and avoided looking at me, his focus intense as he picked up the portable phone and pressed the button.

"Hello? ... Oh, hey dad."

I felt my face burning. It was the worst possible person in the world on the other end. Like they'd known what was happening. Like they had to stop it.

"No, we're good. Just watching some movies. Yeah, we had pizza. Yeah. Mmhmm." I finally dared to look at Josh as he spoke, and I felt the pleasure in my groin flare back to life. He looked flushed, his skin dewy and pink. His gaze was dark, full of desire. I didn't care about the awkward one-sided conversation for a moment, until he spoke again.

"No, you guys have fun. We'll be fine here. I'm not leaving until tomorrow afternoon, we can get lunch tomorrow... Yeah, I'm sure," he finished, glancing at me at last. Was I hearing that correctly? Our parents weren't coming home?

He swallowed hard, then said goodbye before hanging up and setting the phone down carefully. There was a long, quiet moment where we both seemed to weight our options carefully. I decided first, and it took two seconds to crawl across the couch and straddle him.

He didn't push me away. He didn't try to rationalize or remind me of how wrong that was, or apologize for what he'd done. He just gave a low grunt as he gripped the hem of my shirt and yanked it upwards. I let it go, my bare, pert breasts puckering both from the cool air and from my arousal. 

Josh gave them a lingering, hungry look, then leaned forward to latch on to one pink nipple. I cried out, my hips bucking against him hard as I sought that pressure against my groin. My hands threaded into his hair, encouraging him, before one hand slid down between us to grip his throbbing cock. He was big, bigger than any of the guys I'd been with, and I felt like a sick whore for whimpering at the thought of him inside of me.

I didn't know how it was happening, but it was happening fast. He continued his attentions on my breasts, but his hands were sliding down to reposition us. He deftly pushed my panties aside once more, while I feverishly pulled his cock through the opening in his pajama bottoms. It took one simple angle to get the head of his cock against my folds, where I grinded eagerly for a moment. It was intense, perfect, and yet I wanted more. He did, too, and I didn't need much more coaxing. Josh's hands gripped my ass cheeks, pulling me down closer until I'd slammed right down onto his cock and swallowed it whole.

I cried out, and his own groan was barely muffled by the mouthful of breast he still clung to. He filled me up, almost too much, and I felt my cunt clenching tightly to my own brother's dick. I took one small moment for myself to adjust, and then lifted up before grinding back down.

Harder and harder I rode, Josh's hands gripping my ass and pulling me to him roughly as we fucked there on the couch. The sounds of our porno earlier had been mild compared to this -- his hand slapped my thigh, my cunt squelched around his cock, and the words that tumbled from his lips promised an array of filthy things he was going to do with his sister before the night was over. 

I bounced harder, feeling my climax come closer and closer, before Josh sensed it as well and turned the tables. He leaned up, grabbing my slim body and holding me up as he rolled us over onto the floor. My back hit the rug, and he was immediately thrusting into me harder and more deeply than before. I cried out at the new angle, my hips shifting upward as he grabbed my right leg and pulled it up high over his shoulder. Drilling into me, my brother looked deep into my eyes and swore to make me his fucktoy.

And I came, harder than I'd ever come before, around the feel of his cock throbbing and spurting his seed deep inside of me.

The world grew quiet for a moment, our breathing slowly returning to normal. After what seemed like forever, Josh breathlessly kissed my cheek and squeezed a tender nipple. 

"C'mon. We've got all night."



Movie Night



 A dad & his adult daughter have sex.

I'd just turned the second-floor corner from the staircase when my daughter Britt's apartment door opened and a stranger burst out. He was in a hurry, whoever he was. For a moment I panicked. Was he a burglar? Didn't look like one. From what I could tell he was approximately Britt's age and, with his trimmed beard and backpack, looked more like a grad student than a thief. Still...

As his footsteps echoed down the concrete steps of the converted school I took advantage of the open door to enter with my bag of groceries. It was Thursday night. Movie night. A weekly get-together where my daughter and I made dinner together then sat down and cuddled and watched a movie. Some movie. Any movie. I couldn't care less. It was daddy and daughter's night together. And I got to hold her in my arms. That's all that mattered to me.

"Britt?" I said warily, entering her apartment.

I immediately spied her off to the right, at her kitchen's granite counter. She was wearing a baby-blue football jersey, number 19. And though partially shielded by kitchen's center island, also granite-topped, I was still able to glimpse, as she lifted her bare left leg, not just her paler blue panty, but the outline of the thin liner adhered to its crotch. I stared as, in one quick motion, she stripped a Christmas-red garter from her left thigh, along with the clutch of unidentifiable bills (Hamiltons?) it held, and stuffed them into a lidded ceramic jar labeled: SUGAR.

"Hi daddy," she said, turning and composing herself. Which in this case meant tugging at the hem of the jersey, which barely covered the tipping point of her crotch. Her lovely C-cups were loose and jumbly inside her alma mater, that much I could tell. Meaning she was wearing jersey, panties and, now that the garter had been disposed of, nothing else. Daddy had a hard on. Well, almost.

Britt gave me a kiss on the lips, a typically juicy one, after I set the grocery bag down.

"Who was that?" I asked, admittedly jealously.

"Oh, just some guy..."

"A new boyfriend?"

Brittany was up on her painted toes, peering inside the bag. "Oh, yum. S'ghetti," she enthused, sounding more like an eight-year-old than somebody three times that age.

"Someone in your building?" I persisted.

"Nope. Just met him." She handed me the bottle, by way of changing the subject again. "Here, you open the Chianti."

The corkscrew was in the drawer just beneath, I knew. But I would have much rather looked inside that mysterious Sugar jar.

"So he's not a new boyfriend, he doesn't live in the building..."

"I just met him, OK?" Britt replied, with a little irritation. I half expected her to add: It's none of your business, OK dad?

"Sure seemed to be in a hurry...," I said, winding metal screw into cork.

"Typical guy," Britt replied, banging pots and pans above her Viking stove. "Wham, bam..."

"So he fucked you?"

Britt turned towards me and put a hand on her chunky hip. "I met him on Deanslist, OK? And yes, we had sex. He was late arriving. There wasn't supposed to be any...conflict."

By conflict I assume she meant "schedules." Movie night.

"If he's your boyfriend he shoulda stuck around..."

"He's not my boyfriend, OK!"

The Chianti gurgled as I poured it into two of the stemless Riedels I'd given her, months ago, as a house-warming gift. Apartment warming, I should say. Britt drank from hers, greedily. It was only afterwards, latently, that we clinked glasses.

"Happy movie night," she said, unenthusiastically. "What's mom up to? Out with Trey?"

"I have no idea," I replied. "Out—with some boyfriend or other."

"Slut!" Britt said, before drinking again.

As my daughter turned toward the double sink, and the big pot filling with spaghetti water, I set my glass down and moved behind her. Lifting the hem of her jersey, slightly, I gave her sumptuous right butt-cheek a squeeze. I could sense her eyes rolling.

"Not right now, daddy, OK? I'm not in the mood."

"For a caress?" I asked, still kneading her pantied flesh.

"I just finished, OK?"

"Finished what?"

"What do you think?"

"You just had sex with this guy?"

Despite Britt's protest I'd moved my caressing, squeezing hand to her left cheek. She bumped me backwards. Dropping wooden spoon to granite she turned on me.

"He's a paying customer, OK?"

"A...?" I was speechless.

"Pour us some more wine, OK?"

"What do you mean, paying?"

Britt, taking her filled wine glass from me, put her free hand on a jutting, deadly hip. Just like her mother...

"I've been making some money on the side, OK?" Britt thrust her arms out, spilling some Chianti. "Do you want me living in a $700 apartment in some piece-of-shit complex somewhere? This place is twice that. It's expensive. Plus I have car payments. Plus I have a piece-of-shit job that doesn't pay enough for me to afford all this. Capiche? I need a side-job..."

"Britt, this is..." I was at a momentary loss for words. "It's immoral, it's...illegal!"

"Oh fuck morality, daddy. Killing people with drones as they walk down the street is illegal. You know my feelings about sex. If it's consensual and there's no threat of pregnancy or disease..."

I played my other card. "It's illegal, Britt!"

"Oh, who cares?" she said, slurping more red wine. "It's only illegal in stupid, regressive societies like ours...Horny, lonely guys...they're willing to pay for it? So what?"

"You get arrested, that's what! Your face gets plastered online! You lose your job, you..."

"Could care less, daddy," returning to her pots and pans. "I could make three, four times what I make at my job doing this. The older guys—no offense—are the best. They really get off on having a younger woman. And they pay great! This guy tonight...He was OK but, the older guys want seconds, you know?"

I did and I didn't.

"They're repeat customers. They have lots of money. I can raise my rates. You know how many older guys have asked me if they can fuck me up the ass?"

"Please," I protested.

"I could charge, like, $250 for that. And they'd pay it, too. No problem. I've done the math. I could make, like, 75 grand a year just doing my sex thing."

My sex thing...I shuddered. This was my bottle talking. My daughter I mean.

"I've got some cheap shit in the wine rack...," she said, seeing how we'd decimated that bottle of Chianti Classico. These wines had screw-caps. I opened a cheap red and re-filled our glasses. We clinked them, aggressively. We laughed. We were drunk.

Leaning awkwardly in my daughter's kitchen, I removed my shoes and socks, my pants and briefs. My hard on sprang up. Beneath my shirt tail. I moved forward and pressed my cock against Britt's jerseyed ass. I reached around and felt her beautiful, unrestrained tits. I kissed her neck.

"I'll help you with the rent," I said.

"You already do."

"I'll help you more."

Britt shut off the burners and led me, by the hand, to the familiar bed in the far corner of her high-ceilinged, gentrified apartment. She sat on the high edge, I got on my knees and pulled her panties and panty-liner down. I plunged my tongue in. My daughter's beautiful young shaved pussy had a used, funky smell and taste to it. Gone was any salvaged salty-sweetness of her recent lover's cum. Still, I licked her until she slid back on the bed, avoiding the drying wet spot, and welcomed me with her raised, spreading, thick legs. I climbed between them and entered her, as she wrapped them around my back, and fucked her until I quickly came.

"Oh, daddy," she said, upon my release. And it occurred to me I was her second man in the past hour or so. I leaned over again and kissed my beautiful daughter's neck, and lips. I kissed her nipples.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" Britt enthusiastically asked.

"About what?"

"About helping me? More?"

I was drunk. I was having a hard time remembering. "Sure!" I replied.

"Good!" Britt said, throwing her thick thighs and ass around the latest wet spot. "Let's eat! I'm famished!"

It was movie night, after all.



Movie Night



Looking back on it, I don't think I have ever been so excited to see a movie.

It all started with a conversation I had with her a few weeks prior; we were talking about our porn preferences... which for us is not unusual. She had mentioned that she was into the videos where a girl on public transportation gets groped. I was a bit surprised... but I'm a horn dog, so I didn't judge; in fact, I offered to grope her if we found an opportunity. We came to the conclusion that since there's no subway in our area, such a thing might be difficult. I thought about it for a minute, and came up with an idea. I told her that the 50 shades movie was still in theaters; we could get tickets late into the run, when it wouldn't be crowded, and sit in the back row. Then, when the movie got to the interesting part, go to town on each other. At first I wasn't sure if she would go for it; when she told me she was interested, it was hard to contain my excitement.

A couple of weeks went by, since we both had work and our schedules didn't line up quite right. When an opportunity finally presented itself, I found out that 50 shades was no longer at the theater we were planning on meeting at. That left Cinderella (an obvious no-go), The Lazarus Effect (which she said was a no-go), and... Chappie. I couldn't help but laugh a bit at the notion, but I think it was mostly from the excitement. After such a long time thinking about touching someone, about running your hands along their skin, feeling every inch of them and getting to know them on a whole new level, the realization that it is about to actually happen is surreal. We agreed to catch the 9:30 showing that night.

I showed up super early, left my belt in my car (trying to be stealthy) and went to hang out in the empty theater. I took a seat in the middle of the back row and suffered through the pre-movie entertainment; interviews for cheesey TV shows and ads warning people to talk to their kids about alcohol. Just before the previews I got a text from her, asking if she had beaten me there. I took just long enough to stretch out some of the tension that had been building in my shoulders and told her no.

She came into the theater a moment later and made the climb up the stairs to the back row. She was wearing a dress that displayed (and a jacket that did little to hide) her considerable assets, and her wavy red hair was loose around her shoulders, which for some reason has always grabbed my attention without fail. She took the seat next to me and we shot the breeze for a minute, talking about the terrible pre-show media before the actual previews started. When the lights dimmed, I felt my heartbeat pick up a bit. A few more people came into the theater and I quietly vowed to kill them if any sat in the back row, but we were lucky and got left alone.

As the movie got started she and I whispered back and forth, making smartass comments about what we were seeing. Hugh Jackman was looking especially Australian, wearing shorts that I found ridiculous. I made a comment about not being able to take him seriously dressed like that; she laughed, and as she did she lifted the armrest that was between our seats. I caught myself flexing my hand so hard my joints were creaking.

The movie continued for a little while longer, the two of us so close together we were almost touching. I didn't know if she could feel it, but to me it was like having a static charge in the air, just waiting for contact. After what seemed like a small eternity, she caught my eye and slid her arm under mine. Out of all the storms I have ever seen, none could match the electricity I felt when we touched. It was like a bolt of lightning that went straight to my bones and set my blood on fire. I had been keeping half an eye on the movie for the sake of making fun of Jackman, but now I was only pretending to watch it. We sat there for a few minutes, barely touching each other, our fingers tracing lines on each other's arms and the tension building. Soon I couldn't stand it any longer and I moved my hand to her leg, brushing my fingers up and down the skirt on the outside of her thigh. She reached down and moved the skirt over my hand so that I was touching her skin. Slowly, tracing lines back and forth, I moved further up and around her thigh until I was following the edge of her panties, then rubbing up and down the surface. Her hand moved to my leg and I wondered if she could tell how little room I had left in my jeans. I started to work my fingers under the edge of her panties, having completely forgotten about the movie. I was confused when she stopped me, at least until she shifted in her seat to take her panties off and adjust her position. Surprised again. I slid my hand back under her skirt and felt the wetness that was building between her legs; my left hand was starting to get stiff from tension, but I barely noticed it as I focused on her reactions to what I was doing. I worked my hand up and down, teasing her a bit at a time, before moving a finger inside her. I switched back and forth, outside, then inside, watching her face out of the corner of my eye as she pretended to watch the movie. Her eyes closed and her breathing became more pronounced as I went on; it was a huge turn-on to watch. The movie got to what must have been an exciting part; there was a lot of noise to cover us. She grabbed my hand and directed it where she wanted it to go, putting her head on my shoulder to stifle her whimpers. The feel of her lips on my arm was galvanizing in ways I never expected. She built to a shivering crescendo, my fingers soaked from what we were doing while the other patrons remained oblivious. I, on the other hand, have never been more aware. I loved every second of it.

When she was finished, she leaned over onto me and moved her hands to my belt line; her timing was perfect, since by that point I was about to explode. She got my jeans undone, but then paused; I think she was noticing that the movie was drawing to a close, which didn't leave us much time. She lifted her face close to mine, and the drive to kiss her would have gotten the best of me if she hadn't started talking. She asked me if she could take care of me in the car after the movie was over. Weighing the pros and cons, I determined that there weren't really any cons and nodded. She settled into my side and we more or less watched the remainder of the movie, still caressing and feeling one another. I worked my hand around the edge of her bra, feeling the curves that have held a spot in my mind for quite a long time; she wrote a message on her phone promising she wouldn't leave me hanging.

The movie ended without my really knowing what the damn thing was about except for a robot, Yo-landi and Hugh Jackman channeling his true self. We made our way outside, talking about the sort of things that happened in theaters when 50 shades was playing. Once outside, we decided to go to my car, since it was away from anyone else's. We sat down in the front seats, and it was back to square one, making awkward small talk and beating around the bush. After a couple of minutes, she told me to keep an eye out for police patrolling around the mall and leaned over into my lap.

The walk outside and the brief talk in the car had given me a bit to calm down, but as soon as she got my pants open and she moved her hand inside my boxers, my blood started rushing again and I got hard as though there hadn't been a pause at all. Slowly, she took me into her mouth, working her way down and rocking her head back and forth. Keeping even the smallest part of my attention on "cop watch" was next to impossible as she continued; I knew from talking to her that she was skilled, but hearing it and feeling it are two extremely different things. I moved some of her hair away from her face, watching what she was doing, which made my heart thunder even more. Every now and then she would pause, saying one or two words while stroking me; it was driving me insane, and I felt like she knew it. I started to rub my hands along her exposed skin again, and she took a moment to drop the straps of her dress and bra off of her shoulders. She went back down, and as she licked and sucked my cock I freed one of her breasts, kneading it in my hand. I have large hands, but... damn. It was finally more than I could take; I heard myself cursing as I broke, unloading into her mouth. All of the tension went out of me as she finished me off, my frame turning to water even as the blood pounded in my ears and my breathing went ragged. Eventually she sat back up on her side of the car; I was mostly speechless. Wordy though I may be, I couldn't think of something good to describe exactly how amazing it had been.

We exchanged a few words after that, talking about how it was going to be our inside joke, and then she got out to go back to her own car. I sat for a couple of minutes, staring at my windshield and trying to recover. As I drove away, we started texting each other again, thanking each other for an "interesting" evening. I told her that I might have to write about it.



Movie Night



You're so happy I'm finally 18 and have my own car. Even though we are only 3 months apart, now things are different. I pick you up but then I decide to blindfold you. You oblige, figuring that I have a surprise in store. Oh, how right you are. I drive to the theater at a time I know it'll be relatively empty. When we park, you ask if you can take off the blindfold. I giggle n say not quite yet. We enter the theater n get to the ticket counter. I ask the guy at the counter for two tickets and he just grins at us.

You're still blindfolded as I lead you to the show room and find seats in the back. I was correct in guessing no one would be here this time of day. You've been holding on to me as I guide you but now you hold my arm, stop me, smack my ass then sit with a satisfied smile, though you're still blindfolded. I straddle you in the seat n remove your blindfold. You have a panicked look and say, "Babe you can't do that in a theater." 

I reply, "In this kinda theater I can." Then I kiss you before you can process what I just said. We kiss ravenously for a few mins and then u pull away n ask, 

"What kinda theater are we at...?" To which I reply, "A fun one..." You look at me with amazement in your eyes and ask, 

"How did I manage to get such a naughty girl?" The gleam in your eye turns wicked at the word naughty. 

"Idk babe, it's your fault", I say back and stick out my tongue at you. You chuckle and hold me close but say, "Well then shouldn't we appreciate the show?" 

"Nope!" I say and then kiss you again. 

This time, knowing we are safe, you let your hands make their way up to and under my tshirt to play with my boobs through my bra. I wiggle on you, already feeling your cock begin to stiffen and I love knowing that I caused it. You let out a low growl in my ear and rip my shirt off me, then unsnap my bra, quickly and efficiently so I don't even realize it just happened. 

"Babe!! We're in public!!" I say to you while trying to cover my huge breasts. You shake your head and say, 

"This was your idea. My rules now. Cuz I know you want me to play with you don't you? That's why you brought me here, isn't it, my little sub? You wanted me to take you in a public place, didn't you, you little slut?" Then you kiss me and yank my nipples and I moan. You smile and say, "That's what I thought." 

U lean me down so I'm basically laying on the two theater chairs with you leaning above me. kissing me and playing with me. I arch my body, letting you know that I need attention lower too. You shake your head, not quite yet. I pout and you softly bite my bottom lip.

"Mmmm" I say. You move your lips down to my neck, nibbling here and there. You get to my boobs and begin suckling one and twisting the nipple of the other in between your thumb and pointer finger. I lean into you as you alternate between breasts. I try to grip your head to my breasts but you say menacingly, 

"No. I'm in control. You don't get to decide."

I whimper as u remove your mouth from me chest. "Get on your knees", you say. I do so, kneeling in front of you. You say, "Now to put all those hours on church kneelers to use, shall we?" You remove your prick from your pants and put it in front of me. It's erect and must be at least 8 inches. I stare at it a second before popping the head into my mouth. Gently sucking and jacking off the part closer to your balls. I take it out of my mouth and slowly, languidly, run my tongue along the length of your shaft. 

You let out a moan as my tongue flicks the underside of your head. You grab the back of my head and push your head against my lips, which I open to accept you. My tongue laps at your dick in my mouth as you thrust into my face. I try and keep jacking you off while I suck as much as I can, but the feeling takes over you and you shove more of your length into my mouth, down my wet tight throat. I gag a bit at first but you don't let up and I get used to breathing through my nose. You fuck my face and reach down to pinch my tits once or twice. When you do this, I moan around your cock in my mouth and you love how the vibrations feel. I notice your cock twitched when I moaned, so I began to hum lightly as I sucked on u. 

This continued feeling made you feel your balls about to burst. You jam it as far down my throat as you can and let loose your load into my throat. I try to swallow it all, but am having a hard time because of the lack of space in my throat, so some cum dribbles out the corners of my mouth and down my face. You're still spewing when you pull out from my mouth, so the last bits of cum spurt on my face, neck, hair, and then dribble down to my tits. You wipe the tip of your head all around each breast, coating them in your juices till they glisten. You smooth my hair and say, "That was great babe." 

I smile at you and stand up, prepared to take my seat next to you. Instead, you pull down my skirt and panties in one swift movement, so I have no choice but to either trip or step out of them. I step out of them then you pat your lap, ready for me to sit on. I figure it's relatively safe, seeing as your mostly limp now from the load you just blew, so I take a seat in your lap. You kiss the side of my neck and nibble my earlobes while playing with my moistened and now rehardening tits. 

I lean back into you as your hand snakes down my body to reach my waiting pussy. You trace the outside of my thighs close to my crotch, ever so lightly, as you know I'm sensitive there. I wiggle, trying to make you satisfy me. For once, you're merciful and you stick one finger in, your thumb seeking and circling my clit. I gasp at the contact and you shove first one then another finger inside my now soaked pussy. You kiss my neck and shush me. I wiggle, trying to get your fingers deeper in me and u oblige. 

I'm so lost in feeling my pleasure I don't notice my wiggling has started to harden your dick again. You however, notice only too well what's happening and also how I'm in that lost, blissful state by now. You pinch my butt and it causes me to jump a little in your lap, and as it does, your cock readjusts itself so that it's poised against my pussy lips. You're still fingering me, so I don't notice anything amiss till you take your fingers out and shove them in my mouth. I suck my juices off you and you then pinch both my nipples in each hand and bring them up. I raise myself to try and ease the pain, just as you knew I would. 

My movement has you perfectly positioned to enter me and when I sit back down I feel your head go in me. I turn to look at you in shock and you just smile and say, "Surprise!" The feeling of you filling me up is amazing and as you tease my tits again I get lost in feeling and start to rock on your dick, back and forth. Once you see that I'm used to you in me, you begin to thrust into me, wanting to get your now hard cock off in my sweet tight pussy. You tell me to grab the seat in front of us so I do and it gives you better leverage to plunge into me. I moan as you fuck me harder and play with my nipples and clit at the same time. I feel myself approaching an orgasm and you know it, as my pussy walls clench ur cock. 

As I scream and spill my juices onto your cock, your balls let loose again, and my pussy milks you for all you're worth. You continue to thrust until you're sure every last drop is out. I then, knowing what you want, kneel again and clean our cum off ur dick. When I finish, you kiss me for a minute then whisper, "That's a good little cum slut. Doesn't even have to be told to suck cock anymore." 

U kiss my forehead and tell me to get dressed, which I do as you tuck your limp member away. You pat your lap again and I sit, fully clothed, so we can watch the remainder of this movie, and though some parts make us get a little hot again, clothes remain on until the movie's over. We walk out of the theater hand in hand as I drive you back to your place so we can discuss the movie more in depth...



Movie Night



The living room was packed. All of Kade's cousins from his mother's side were sprawled out across the sectional sofa and two couches. Kade had fourteen cousins, ten boys and four girls. It was a huge family, and tonight was the annual family get-together, of all 6 uncles and aunts, along with their offspring. 

All the aunts and uncles along with grandpa were upstairs filling the kitchen with cigarette smoke and booming laughter, while the cousins were all downstairs watching movies, quietly. Actually, it shockingly quiet, for a group of 18-25 year olds to be sitting quietly watching Ghostbusters, with red party cups half full of beer scattered across every flat piece of furniture in the king-sized living room.

Kade got along well with most of his cousins, them being all around the same age, they could always relate to each other easily; especially Lily. Lily was the only reason he enjoyed coming to these family re-unions anymore. 

Kade always had a strange connection with Lily, he could always be honest and vulnerable with her in a way that he didn't feel comfortable with anybody else; not even his girlfriend. And she was absolutely gorgeous, too. She was 5'4", brunette, with a slim petite figure and incredible, D-cup breasts. 

He always had a crush on her, despite their being blood-related. She was married now though, and her husband was absent from the family gathering. Kade didn't bother asking why, because he didn't care.

All the cousins had decided they would just watch a movie instead of having long "catching up" conversations. Kade and Lily were lying comfortably on the two-piece couch at the end of the room, wrapped mutually under a soft wool blanket with the television just visible enough at an awkward angle, which conveniently put Kade in a position to stare at Lily's beautiful face and neck while pretending to watch Ghostbusters for the fifty millionth time.

Lily looked especially gorgeous tonight. Her shoulder length brunette hair shined like mulberry silk and flowed down her porcelain neck down to the cusp of the blanket where it was held up under her chin. Her almond-like green eyes focused on the television and she had the most adorable expression on her face, watching the movie as if she'd never seen it before. 

Lily looked back at Kade, catching him in the act of staring at her. Their eyes locked for a second and she smiled briefly, then she turned back around, returning to the entropy provided by the classic film. Kade's heart rate shot up every time they locked eyes. Should he be this attracted to his cousin? Every time he thought about it he felt a sense of romantic taboo, like the kind you felt when you first discover your sexuality.

Lily repositioned herself in the corner of the couch, and put her left leg over Kade's right. What is she doing? Kade thought. He wasn't going to think about it for too long because it felt amazing, her skin rubbing against his. She was only wearing a tiny pair of cutoff jean shorts.

Lust filled his heart laying there next to her under the blanket, and his eyes every time he scanned them down her slender outline and perfect breasts covered just barely by the top of the blanket.

His hand wandered over her leg and caressed it. Her skin was exquisite under his fingertips; he would have loved to explore every inch of her body right then. She exhaled deeply, her eyes still fixated on the television set. His hand continued to slide up her leg up to her thighs that were tightly wrapped by her shorts.

Kade wanted nothing more in the world than to throw the blanket to the floor and ravish her body, fucking the shit out of Lily right there in front the rest of the cousin.

Instead, he unbuttoned her jean shorts and started rubbing her warm pussy through her panties, underneath the concealment of his uncle's best wool blanket. Lily bit her bottom lip and looked Kade directly in the eye. She trusted him and wanted him to continue. She wanted his hands all over her.

Stealthily maneuvering under the blanket, Lily pulled her shorts and panties down just enough for her favorite cousin to feel have full access to her wet pussy.

Kade locked eyes with Lily, looked over at the two couches full of laughing family members, and then back to Lily, signaling that he could explore her dripping sex without being noticed. He rubbed the up and down slowly with his whole hand. Lily cooed, it felt amazing to have Kade rubbing her aching pussy. He inserted two fingers into her sweet walls. Lily let out an audible gasp but none of the cousins turned head. 

Biting her tongue and struggling not to moan, Lily was lost in an ocean of pleasure, having Kade ruthlessly working her soaking pussy with his fingers. 

Moving faster and faster, Kade wanted to see her beautiful face as she came on his fingers. He made his fingers into a "come here" gesture and clawed at the spongy G-spot inside of her. The agonizing bliss was sending Lily over the edge, Kade started rubbing around the fringes of her clit with his thumb while she squirmed quietly, struggling to hold in her moans of pleasure.

With a sharp twist, Lily had reached orgasm. Her face was completely red and her mouth agape while the earth-shattering pleasure hit her body like a train. Convulsing in pure euphoric bliss as intense pleasure shot through her body.

Kade retreated from her delicious sex, his fingers soaked in her juices. Their eyes locked and he licked them clean, savoring her succulent nectar while he watched his cousin's body quake beneath the thin fabric.

Once Lily had recovered from the rapturous orgasm, she decided to return the favor to her favorite cousin. Kade's dick was as hard as a crowbar by now. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers, still trying to be discreet. His thick, long shaft shot upwards upon escaping from his underwear. Lily instinctively grabbed his cock by the base and squeezed it. Her warm hand, contrasted by the cold metal of her wedding ring felt amazing on his cock. 

As she began slowly stroking his shaft, Kade felt like melting from the excruciating pleasure coursing through him from his cousin Lily. She pumped away faster and faster at his aching, throbbing boner; each pump sending wave after wave of ecstasy through Kade's entire body. 

Lily's vigorous stroking was now visible beneath the blanket. Anyone who looked in their direction would see the incestuous act.

The pressure building and building, Kade could have cum any second without warning. Lily gripped his cock harder, sending him over the edge. He grabbed Lily's leg with his right hand and squeezed the armrest with his left as he was he was released into a powerful orgasm. Quivering and squirming in a state of excruciating pleasure, his cock erupted with rope after rope of thick cum. It gushed and spurted all over Lily's hand, Kade's lap, and their love blanket of which a golf ball sized wet spot was now visible over the top.

Lily loved feeling his hot, load all over her hand. She retreated her hand from his lap and licked a rope of cum off of her wedding ring finger. 

In the afterglow of the incredible orgasm, Kade took Lily's hand and held it while they continued watching the movie as if nothing happened. What were they going to do now? They had just crossed a line that they both knew they someday might. Oh well, they thought, might as well pull the blanket over our heads and go the whole nine yards; family watching or not. 



Movie Night



Tuesday night. This was the night our circle of friends hit the theatre. Our local theater had a deal, $5 for all movies. Pick one and watch for less than half the usual cost. It was a great deal and normally, I was excited but tonight, they all flaked on me. Since my wife died, I had been trying to stick to a routine that was fairly unvaried. I wrote for a few hours in the morning, and worked out for an hour every afternoon. Generally, I took care of my needs, then my wants with a sort of lifeless march through time. It was only recently, eighteen months later, that I functioned more or less normally. So, I went to the movies anyway. 

The movie was one of the new sci-fi flicks that was a sequel to a set of movies from a decade earlier. But, what the hell, that was me, Wade Thompson, geek. At 43 years old, I still did what I wanted. I played games on the weekends, wrote novels and game scenarios during the week and kept myself in better shape than most of my friends. And just this morning, I had finished the latest installment of my sci-fi series, the Galactic Hunter. Twelve books strong, I had a steady income that more than met my needs. My house was paid for and I had two cars, one for running around and one for special times. I was doing alright. 

As is my usual, I arrived early to the show but still found a line of about 20 people waiting. It was going to be packed tonight, it was one of those nights. As we went in, my favorite seats were the first ones taken, so I walked up to the back wall and sat in the center. The theater began to fill and I realized, they were going to come close to capacity. Just as the last of the previews were showing, two girls came down my aisle and looked at the last two available seats other than the down front wing seats, one on each side of me. I made to get up and shift, but the girl closest to me shook her head and squeezed past. I was wearing shorts and am pretty tall at 6'3" and my legs take up a lot of space. I tucked them in as best I could and she managed to get past me with only a minimal amount of leg grind. 

She sat, then leaned over to me and said in my ear, "Sorry about that." 

I wasn't very sorry though. Her bare legs had felt good against mine and I'd rather enjoyed it. I turned to tell her only to find her face still right in front of me. She had lovely red glistening lips and blond hair with big blue eyes and was so close, if I stuck out my tongue, I'd lick her lips. Our breath intermingled and I smelled the scent of cinnamon on hers. My eyes looked into hers in the dim light and I thought I saw something there for a moment as I mumbled, "Not a problem at all." 

She leaned back and crossed her legs then lay her arm over the top of mine on the shared arm rest, her fingers caressing the back of my hand. I turned then to the tap on my shoulder from the other side. 

"Hi," said the pretty redhead next to me, "we see you in here every week with your friends. I'm Tina and this is Deb," she said indicating the sexy blond. "Are you all alone tonight?" 

"Hi, Tina. I'm Wade," I responded softly in the quiet of the pre-credits. "The guys couldn't come." 

She smiled at me, a stunning smile, the kind that flusters guys like me, and grabbed my hand as well. Now there were two beautiful girls, holding my hand while I watched a movie for which I had been waiting for some six months. And the movie was superb. The graphics were awesome, soundtrack was exquisite and the acting was better than average. Okay, no Oscars for the acting, but sound and cinematography were going to be in the running. By the end of the movie, my hands were on the girls laps, where they'd been placed, and they had their bodies pressed up to me where the folding arm rests had been pushed up and out of the way. 

"That was excellent," said Deb, "I love these movies. Hey, it is still early and our favorite show is playing in the next theater and starts in like fifteen minutes. Do you want to watch it with us? My treat." 

I am a red blooded man, so, what do you think I said? You're right of course, I said yes. We left the theater and Deb bought the tickets and we went into the other theater. I love these twelve plex theaters. The movie was one of the newer movies in a string of vampire, dark love with a young human girl who is torn between the sexy vamp and the handsome rugged werewolf and must decide between the two of them. I think this one was either the next generation or how it all began, I have to say that I didn't get much of the movie actually watched. 

Between the movies, I had gotten a good look at my two companions and they were every man's wet dream. Both were tall, though Deb was a bit taller at around 5'10" in her two inch heels. She was wearing a short jeans skirt and a red tube top under a white button up that was not buttoned, simply tied. Her blond hair hung to the tops of her ample though not overly large breasts. Tina had a more petite frame to go with her 5'8" height. Her dark red hair hung to the small of her back and highlighted her green eyes. Her lips, a darker shade of red than Deb, were prone to smile in a way that could melt adamantium, and she smiled a lot. She was wearing a pullover tank top that hugged her curves and showed off her little tits over a skirt just a touch longer than her friends. 

We sat in the back row again only this time the theater was almost empty with only a pair of girls way down front. They immediately pushed the armrests up on the seats all around and sat on the seats with their legs pressed against me, arms linked in mine. I was in heaven. I glanced at them each and wondered why me, but I was certainly not going to say or do anything that might stop this. 

I was looking toward Deb when I heard a voice in my ear, "You should kiss her now. Look at the way she is breathing, her chest rising and falling, and the beat of her heart in her neck. She wants you to kiss her." 

Deb's face turned to me and I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She responded with a soft fiery kiss and all I could feel in the universe was that kiss. I licked with my tongue and her lips parted with a light moan that I felt more than I heard. My hand moved to her cheek and caressed then moved down to her neck and pushed the shirt off her shoulder. I held her shoulder as the kiss deepened and I played tag with her tongue. Her hand was on my leg and caressing there as I slid my hand down and pushed the tube top off her breast. I nipped her lip and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb. She moaned and pulled back slightly. 

Our lips separated and she softly moaned, "Yes, oh that feels good. Now kiss Tina, she wants it too." 

I turned to find Tina kneeling on her seat, her hands under my tee shirt and on the back of my neck. I released the tit in my hand and reached around Tina to pull her close then slid my hand down her back and cupped her ass as I simply ravaged her mouth. Deb's hands were not idle as I mauled Tina, she found and began to rub my cock through my pants and brought her face up next to ours. 

"God Tina," she said, her voice dropping into contralto as her stimulation rose higher, "He's huge."

Tina and I broke the kiss and she stood up, "Don't do anything until I am back. I will take care of our witnesses."

As Tina walked away, she seemed somehow different, more mature and in charge. Deb had stopped messing in my lap and kissed me quickly before watching Tina. I turned and watched as well. She moved to behind the two girls and one by one turned their heads to kiss them. Then she looked into their eyes and said something to which the girls nodded then returned their attention to the screen. Then was the really strange part, Tina leapt up and over the six rows of chairs to the small walkway and returned to us. As she moved closer, I notice her sensuality was accented. She oozed sex and my body reacted and I went from partially erect to rock hard in seconds. Something wasn't normal, but my brain had just turned to mush and thoughts were something for later. Without thought I opened my pants and revealed my turgid member. 

I don't know about most guys or whatever, but I know there are two kinds of penises. For some men their dick is a tiny thing that grows to a variety of lengths. The other type is a man who is nearly as big as he gets all the time, but stiffens and lengthens slightly when erect. I fall somewhere in between those extremes. Just sitting around un-stimulated, I have a flaccid penis around six inches in length with a girth around two inches. This is slightly larger than the average American male. When I am erect however, I lengthen to nine inches and thicken to two and a half inches in diameter. To contrast that for you, a can of soda is three inches. 

Tina stopped a step away and looked in my eyes before saying, "Look at Deb, lusty man. You will have her first. And if you satisfy her, you will be allowed to try and satisfy me." 

I turned to Deb, nothing on my mind other than making her writhe under my touch. She had removed her shirt and tube top. I pulled her to me and kissed her as I set her on my lap. Either she had removed her underwear or hadn't worn any because as her legs spread, and she settled on my lap, my shaft slid against her pussy and was partially covered in her juices. She growled as I contacted her and began to rock her hips a bit, sliding up and down across my cock until I was completely drenched. My hands squeezed her tits as she rode me and I pulled her down for another kiss before lifting her and poising myself at her opening. I could see her armpits and pubic hair were thick though blond and soft and was marveling at that when she relaxed her legs and I slid into her until I felt her cervix, still not all the way inside. She rocked a bit before rising up and sliding me back in, just a touch further. It took her ten strokes before she bottomed out on my groin. 

"Oh fuck, that is one huge cock." she said as I felt her relax around me again. She lifted up about four inches and I stopped her, holding her in place and began to drive my cock up into her tight love canal. 

I couldn't do much besides holding her hips in place, so I kept my stroke even and strong for a minute then I stood and lifted her with me. Her legs and arms went around me as I lay her on the edge of the seats and grabbed her knees. I pushed them up and apart, put one of my knees on the makeshift couch and began to fuck her with long strokes using my entire cock. I built my speed until I was fucking her quickly and watched her face as I did. Her orgasm hit her quickly but I did not stop or slow down until it was past. I pulled out and turned her over then without preamble, simply rammed my cock into her. Now I began to pump her hard and fast, her legs splayed as I supported her hips and kept them where I needed them. I pulled her close and put her feet on the ground and hands on the back of the seats as I stood and fucked her. Tina stood nearby and watched, completely naked now, her skin almost luminous in the flickering light of the silver screen. I reached out one hand and began to finger her pussy as I drilled Deb. My other hand raised and I stuck my thumb in my mouth for a minute to get it nice and wet then buried it in Deb's ass. When I did, she twitched and began to push back against me harder as she came. 

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed then twitched and thrust until I joined her and spilled my seed in her pussy. She came again as I filled her and then again as I rapidly thumb fucked her ass, before she collapsed on the seats. As she turned over and looked up at me, I was struck again by her beauty and the exotic hairiness before noticing a brief glimpse of her yellow eyes. 

Then Tina was there, pulling me to her, "Yes, now me. That was so sexy, Wade. I want to feel what she felt." 

Normally, I get a bit soft, but damn, two hot sexy girls, in a theater, and they wanted me. I have to admit, I was excited as hell. I have no idea how I lasted as long with Deb, but now Tina was laying back and spreading her legs at an incredible angle, I just had to taste. I knelt down and did a face plant on her pussy, sticking my tongue as far in her as I could. She was soaked and leaking juices down her legs and now down the crack of her ass. I licked and nibbled and tasted everything from ass to clit until she twitched into her first orgasm, her hands grabbing my head and pulling me into her hot tasty pussy. As her orgasm eased off, I continued to excite her. I wanted her half way there when I finally drove my cock home. It was then that Deb engulfed half my cock in her mouth. Her warmth was incredible and her mouth so sweet I almost stopped munching Tina's pussy when she began to thrust me in and out of her mouth. I pinched her tits and stood up. 

Deb stood and I got a kiss before I focused on Tina. "Are you ready, baby," I asked, then without waiting for an answer I slid into her until I bottomed out. 

She moaned hard and pushed out the words, "Fuck me hard you beast. Fuck me."

I pushed her legs up a bit further and pistoned my rock hard cock in and out of her as fast as I could move in strokes almost six inches long. This time, I felt myself matching her rise and pushed beyond my normal limits. Behind me, I felt the brush of Deb's hair though it seemed to be running the length of my back even as her hands squeezed Tina's tits and pinched them. She licked my back as well and the sensations got stronger. Now Tina's eyes were reddening as I fucked her and her breathing became more ragged. I continued to feel connected to her excitement and even slowing or stopping seemed a foreign concept. 

"Yes, Wade, fuck me hard. I am almost there, lover. This is the moment, you can capture us if you can make it over this last obstacle." Tina was babbling. 

I was getting close and I changed the rhythm and the angle, dropping my hips a bit to drive up against the top of her vagina with each stroke while my right thumb rubbed her clit. I turned my head to see a hair covered Deb, embracing me from behind, her face still gorgeous though now her jaw elongated somewhat but still human-like. I kissed her and reached back to find her pussy with my free hand. I inserted a finger and found her pussy a flood of juices. Moments later, I could hold back no more and slammed home three quick thrusts. 

"I'm cumming baby," I said to Tina, "now cum with me. That's right, right there, cum!!!!"

I blasted my seed into her at the same moment she began to buck wildly beneath me and Deb came on my finger. It took about two minutes for us to relax and disconnect. Both of the girls had transformed somewhat. Deb was a half wolf, half women with a fine covering of hair that matched the blond mane covering her head. She even had a tail, though her mouth was still mostly human which she proved by kissing me soundly then sitting with a smile and began to pull back on her clothes. Tina was mostly looking the same, though her skin was an ivory white, her eyes red and her teeth extended. Okay, a werewolf and a vampire, it should weird me out, but I was just going with it. 

Tina looked at me and read my acceptance of who she was. She sat up and kissed me, her teeth feeling weird but kind of sexy against my lips. Her body was also firmer though still the same sexy size. 

"So, is this where you drink my blood?" I asked. 

"Oh no, baby. Not all vampires are undead. I gain my sustenance from your seed in me regardless of the hole you use," she informed me. "This is the part where you find out that the movie has the parts backward and the attitudes correct. Your performance today saved your life and we have bonded to you. We are yours to do with as you please for as long as you'll have us." 

"Yes, lover," said the now less hairy Deb, "I'm your bitch now, and she is your thrall. And you should know, she has the ability to make you stay hard all night long." 

"There are not many men that can satisfy the two of us," said Tina, "even with my abilities. You are one in ten thousand at least. Deb said so, but I didn't believe. We've been watching you for weeks now. So, where do you want to fuck us next?"

That was the start of the best hundred years of my, now long, life. Even now, I feel the stirring and call of my immortal beauties. My body already prepared for them, rock hard...