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The Story

By: morgrum



I stared out into the driving rain, my lean 5'5 form whipped by the wind. My dark brown, chest length hair clung to my neck and back as I peered through the darkness at the lights moving where our small town used to be.

A hand touched my arm and I jumped, turning. My boyfriend Tom had come up beside me and was also staring at the lights.

"Come on, Christy" he said, "the others have decided to camp here and wait out the storm before moving on".

I looked up at him. His light brown hair was plastered to his head by the driving rain, and his wet clothes outlined his slim frame. "But we're still so close", I argued, "what if they decide to come looking for survivors?"

"Daryl doesn't think they will" Daryl had been the sheriff before... before this. We had followed the news of first contact on the radio and television, and we had all had the same mixture of feelings the rest of the world had displayed. Some with joy, some with foreboding, and some with a message of caution. Then the airwaves had gone dead, and we had imagined the worst. Imagined, that is, until it had become a reality for us. The huge black trucks, the giant soldiers, the burning, the screaming. They had completely destroyed our entire town in less than half an hour. Most of the townspeople had been caught and taken to the church which was the only building large enough to hold them. I could hear the screams from where I had hid behind a tombstone in the graveyard. I had seen Tom running from one of the seven-foot soldiers, and when he had passed by, I did the only thing my frozen brain could think of; I reached my foot out and tripped him. Tom had stopped at the sound of the soldier's enraged bellow as he fell, and had come back to administer a quick death by slitting the soldier's neck with his own huge knife. He still had that knife, it hadn't left his hand since that moment. Even after our break for the open fields, even after finding a few of the stragglers, and even after three hours of trudging through the driving rain, he still carried it. I think held a sense of security for him.

As we joined our small group, I looked around at the fear-filled faces. I had known every one of these people since childhood, had grown up with them. Now, it felt like we were the only ones alive in a world of desolation. Daryl bid us all lie down together to conserve and share body heat, and as we had no food, we simply did as he said. I didn't believe I would be able to sleep after everything I had just gone through, but my exausted body had other plans. I was asleep as soon as my head rested on Tom's shoulder.

I was dreaming of the soldiers. One had me in a vise-like grip, and another was between my legs, having his way with me. I could feel the strength in the one holding me, and as I looked down the length of my body, I could see glowing eyes, and blue tentacles winding their way around and into my body. He was spearing between my legs with a huge member, and I shook with every thrust. Suddenly, I felt the ground tremble beneath me, and I opened my eyes. Bright spotlights pierced the darkness, and as I looked around, I could see shapes moving beyond the lights. Following my first instinct, I jumped to my feet and bolted towards the woods. The screams of my fellow refugees echoed in my ears, and only spurred me on. I was almost to the woods as I heard the sound of pursuit behind me. I dove into the underbrush, and took three steps before I was tackled from behind. I crashed to the soggy forest floor with a huge weight on my back. I could barely breathe, and I saw lights swirling behind my eyelids. I felt the soldier on top of me; he was moving his hands. Then I felt him take hold of my jeans and pull. There was a loud ripping sound, and I felt the coldness of a knife as it slashed into the material. Once exposed to the air, my thin panties were no barrier to this giant, and they were ripped off me like tissue paper. I could do nothing other than to lay there as I felt his gloved hands travel up the insides of my legs and cup my ass. My legs were pulled roughly apart, and I felt him move down to kneel between them. I heard the slick of a zipper, and then a large throbbing member was pressed against my ass. My dream was about to come true. I had slept with my boyfriend a number of times, but it was always quick and easy. This, however was going to be neither. The huge tip of the soldier's manhood found the hot opening of my pussy, and started to rub up and down. I could hear his breathing quicken as he felt my warmth, and with one quick jabbing motion he was inside me. I could feel the insides of my tunnel stretch as his huge cock invaded me, and I let out a startled cry. He eased out a bit, then plunged it in again. My body was slammed forward, and my breasts were flattened into the damp floor of the forest. Once more he backed up, then I felt his whole body tense, and I felt as though my insides were going to tear. He must have been at least 10 inches long, and I felt as though someone had shoved a fist up inside me. He began to pound, and my body shook with every thrust. As I felt him near his climax, he grabbed my waist and lifted me to meet his pounding. Then, with one final sharp jab, I felt his hot cum flood my insides, and I collapsed unconcious.

As I slowly came to, I realised I was no longer in the forest. I could see and hear nothing. I reached my hands down and felt cold concrete. My lower half was still bare, and my legs and ass were ice cold. All I had on was the thin top I had been wearing when I had run from the town, and my nipples poked through the thin material like little pebbles. I clasped my arms around myself, and shivered. Suddenly I heard the scraping of a door, and a light pierced the darkness. I squinted against the sudden onslaught to my eyes, and saw the sillouettes of two guards. They yanked me to my feet, and practically dragged me to the door as my legs were too cold to work properly. I was taken to a room with many gadgets hanging from the walls. I was too groggy to comprehend what they might be for. I was placed on a padded table in the middle of the room, and the guards left. The room was warm, and as the circulation started to return to my legs, I got up and started examining my prison. There were chains and shackles on the walls, and I was sure the other tools there were not for anything good. The ceiling as well as the walls also had multiple hooks imbedded in them. As I waited there, I suddenly realized that the guards, while large, had not seemed strange or alien. They had not had tentacles or any other strange parts about them. The soldiers who had overrun our town had worn large body suits and armour, so one could not see what they were like underneath. Of course I had assumed that they were very unlike us, but those guards had been very human looking.

The door opened, and a small man entered. He was wearing a white lab coat, and was definitely human. He totally ignored me, and moved to a computer console I had not noticed. As he started entering information, I slowly approached him.

"Um, are you working for the aliens?" I asked tentatively.

He looked up then and surveyed me with a cold stare. "Aliens... ha." he finally replied. "You *are* gullible, aren't you? When Tercel told me the plan, I didn't believe it would work, but now that I see how it's going..." He shook his head with a wry smile and looked back down at his console.

I stood there in confusion. "But, we heard the reports of first contact on the radio. We were attacked after the power went out! If it wasn't aliens..." Then I was gripped with horror as a new possibility hit me. Slowly I raised my eyes to his. There was a glint of pure evil in them, and he laughed at my expression.

Just then, the door to the chamber opened, and three huge soldiers entered. They all wore the suits that I recognised from the takeover. The one in front reached up to his helmut and I heard a snap. He removed his helmut, and I could see a very human face with cold eyes looking at me. There was a smirk on his face, and he said something to the man in the lab coat in a language I couldn't understand. The technician nodded, and left the room. Then the man turned to me.

"So," he said, "I see we are awake now." He had a slight accent, but I couldn't place it.

"Who are you?" I asked with a tremor in my voice.

"I am your God, your master, and your entire world now." He said in a deep growl.

I backed up a step and he looked down at me with a strange glint in his eyes. "But...but..." I couldn't even think straight with that stare piercing my skull.

"You want to know what has happened, and where the aliens are that you think have invaded your world, is that it?" He asked.

I could only nod.

"We are the aliens, and your world is now ours to control." He replied.

I looked up at him in confusion.

"We have destroyed your seemingly invincible government, and you are now ours to deal with as we see fit. You don't have to know which country we represent, you only have to know that America is no more. Those broadcasts of the 'Alien contact' were sent to confuse you and make you vunerable, which it did. All of your old were destroyed, and your children were sent to facilities that will make them into good little citizens of the new Amerika. Your men we will use in whichever way we see fit, most likely as slaves, and all of the fertile women, yourself included were given out to the soldiers as payment for a job well done." He grinned evilly. "And now you are mine." With these words, he motioned to the two soldiers behind them, and they started to advance on me. I backed up until I could feel the wall behind me. Their shadows darkened the lights, and I let out a single scream before I felt their powerful hands grab and lift me. I was placed on the padded table and my body was bound to it with soft straps that held me immobile. The two then left, leaving me alone with my new owner. He approached the table and looked down at me. The straps that bound me to the table ran over my ribs under my breasts, which had the effect of lifting them up. My shirt was thin, and my nipples pushed up through it like twin peaks. I was breathing heavily in fear, and this simply made my breasts heave all the more invitingly. He grazed my nipples with his finger tips and I gasped at the shock that ran through me. He smiled, then turned to the wall on my right. He lifted down a metallic object, and turned back to me.

"As there were millions of women captured and given to the soldiers, we have started branding our personal slaves so that you can easily be identified." He reached forward and tore at my shirt. It ripped easily away from my body, and he looked at my large breasts appreciatively. He touched a few settings on the tool, and I could hear it starting to charge. As the high-piched whine increased, he reached forward and turned my head away from him. I felt him brush my hair away from my neck, and a second later, I screamed with all my might as a white-hot pain seared my neck. I blacked out from the pain, but he brought me around a few minutes later with a cold washcloth on my forehead. The pain in my neck had receded to a slow throb, and as he put the washcloth in a small bowl, he leaned over me and blew on my new marking.

"Yes, very good. Not much scarring should occur." He stated. "Now," he said, "I shall see just how much my newest little slave is worth" With that, he placed one of his hands on my flat stomach, and the other cupped a breast. I turned my head away, as I was powerless to do anything to prevent his fondling of my body. I heard the brush of material and turned back to see him stripping himself of his armoured suit. His body was huge, easily twice the size of a normal man's, and he had to be at least 7 1/2 feet tall. My eyes widened as I took in his proportions, and he laughed as he caught me watching.

"Our genetic research paid off big-time," he said, "I am only one of millions of soldiers genetically enhanced like this. As you can see, we were more than capable of taking your puny country. Even your nuclear weapons were no match to our superior technology. You were so unprepared. You had no idea that your country was not the leader in science and technology that you thought you were." With that, he gave a gut-shaking laugh, and removed the rest of his clothing. Out sprang the largest penis I had ever seen in my life. It had to be at least 10 inches long and a good three in diameter, and it wasn't even hard! It hung pointing at the floor, and as I watched, it swung with the first step he took towards me. My eyes flashed up to his face, and I could see the lust in his eyes as he surveyed my helpless body. With one hand, he cupped a breast, and with the other he petted the soft mound between my legs. His tongue came out, and he circled my belly button, diping in a few times. As he admistered his attention to me, his long member slowly started to thicken and straighten out. He rubbed it a bit, then went over to the wall to survey his toys, finally settling on one. He lifted what appeared to be a set of pulleys off the wall and came back to the table. He clasped my ankles with clamps, then attached one of the pulleys to a hook in the ceiling, and the others to hooks on either side of the bed. He then attached a chain to each of the clamps on my ankles, and ran them throught the network of pulleys. He removed the straps holding my legs to the bed, and pulled on the chains. This had the effect of pulling my legs up and out, and raising my ass a couple of inches off the table. That done, he secured the chains, and went back over to the wall. Coming back, he placed rubber-tipped pincers to each of my nipples. They were strong, but only hurt if he tugged on them. He placed small chains on each of the pincers, then proceeded to attach them to another hook on the ceiling. This had the effect of pulling my nipples up to points, and I moaned. By this time his phallus was a good 14 inches long and at least 5 inches in diameter. He walked back to the wall, and appeared to be looking for something. When he didn't find it, his face registered his anger, and he turned back to the bed. His hand came up over my raised breasts, and I tensed. It came down across the exposed undersides of my mounds, and I shrieked with the pain of his slap and my nipples being tugged and pulled by the movement of the chains. He pulled on his pants and stalked out of the room, apparently in search of his missing toy. I breathed easier for a moment, until I sensed movement in the doorway. One of his lackies entered, having seen him leave, apparently, and approached my half-suspended form. He quickly surveyed my helpless position, and started undoing his pants. When he brought out his manhood, I could see that it was nearly as large as his commander's. While he was rubbing his engorged phallus, he reached over to the wall and picked off a small leather paddle. With this in hand, he moved to the end of the table, and surveyed my ass. I knew what was coming and started yelling at the top of my lungs. Quickly he moved to my face, and gave me such a blow that I was seeing stars. After he was sure he had silenced me, He moved back to the end of the bed. He raised the paddle and started admistering it to my ass. I tried to hold my tongue, but it stung so much that I started making little squeals with every crack. After he felt that I had been spanked well enough, he threw the paddle on the floor, and moved in towards my exposed slit. He started rubbing his manhood against my lips, and then started to push inside. I didn't think he would get that huge thing in my little pussy, and apparently neither did he, for at that moment, he grabbed my hips, and bucked. With an audible pop, his head entered my warm cunt, and I threw my head back and screamed. He was so caught up in what he was doing, that he didn't bother to silence me. With my hips in his vise-like grip, he pumped until his cock was firmly embedded in my tight tunnel. I was screaming, and tears were running down my face from the pain of his intrusion. At that moment, I happened to see a shadow in the doorway. I looked over, and saw my master taking in the situation. I hoped that he would stop his underling from taking me, but I was to have no such luck. He simply stood there and watched as the soldier continued to furiously bang my poor cunt with his huge dick. He liked the sight, because his pants were tenting out from his crotch and he was rubbing his cock through them. The soldier between my suspended legs was beginning to climax, and he rammed his huge cock as far as it could go into my abused pussy. I screamed with the pain as I felt his seed fill me. As he withdrew his spent member, I saw my master move out of the corner of my eye. Just as the soldier who had just taken such satisfaction in my young body turned, My master hit him square in the face. He went down without a sound, and my master dragged his limp body into the closet. I could only imagine what my master was going to do with him as a punishment for taking his new slave without his permission. As my master returned to the table, I could see what must have been the object of his search. A metallic object gleamed in his hand, and I could see immediately what it's purpose was. As he moved between my helpless legs, I shook my head and pleaded with him. He just smiled and spread my lips with his fingers. I felt the cold of metal against my tender clit, then my clit exploded with white-hot pain. My back arched, and I let out a tortured scream as my clit was pierced. I would have blacked out, but my master quickly threw cold water on my face, and I was revived to endure the pain as he placed a small ring in my most sensitive area.

"Now," he said, "you are properly equiped as my slave. You will join my other slaves in the harem soon. You will not speak unless spoken to first, and you will make yourself available to them or anybody else I might give you to whenever or however I wish it. Do you understand?"

I mutely nodded my head as my future became clear. As I hopelessly watched, my master moved again between my legs. His member was fully aroused, and as he stroked it, it swelled even larger. Placing it between my legs, I felt his huge head at the entrance to my virgin asshole.

"NO!" I screamed as I realized his intentions. "I've never been taken there before!"

"You will be taken any way I please" was his response as he started to push. I felt my tight sphincter give way as his engorged head mercilessly forced its way into my asshole. As soon as the head was in, my master gave a surge, and I felt something tear as fully half of his monster dick embedded itself in my ass. Screaming with the pain, I felt him withdraw, then plunge in another three inches. The friction on my newly pierced clit was agony, and I shook my head from side to side as my asshole was plundered. After about a dozen thrusts, his entire 14 inches was engulfed by my tight hole. He then commenced pulling almost out, then forcing it back in. Faster and faster he thrusted, until he was slamming into me so hard, the table was shaking. I could feel his balls slaping my ass with every blow, and the vibration of the table sent the chains attached to my nipples shaking. My tits were being jerked harder and harder. Finally, when I felt I was going to be fucked to death, I felt his cock expand, and a huge load of cum gushed from my asshole. After a few more thrusts, he withdrew, and I lay there as cum and blood seeped out of my ass. He cleaned himself with a towel, then released my ankles from their cuffs. As he undid the pincers from my nipples, he pinched one, and another surge of agony washed over my body. After he undid the straps holding my body down, he placed a collar around my neck, and attached a chain to it. Another chain he connected to the ring in my clit. With these in hand, he forced me to a standing position. I could hardly stand from the pain of my rapes, but at any sign of resistance, he would tug at the chain attached to my clit ring. I had no choice but to walk behind him as he led me out of the room and down the corridor.


The Story



It's funny how things happen that can change your life. That's how it was with us. My wife and I. I'm 5'10, relatively good looking, and I weigh in at 170. I workout and play basketball regularly so I'm in decent shape. My wife Dawn, is 35, about 5'6, with luxurious long black hair, about 130 lbs., and size 36D breasts. She has a beautiful body, but she wears clothes that hide her figure instead of enhancing it. She was pretty straight when it comes to sex. No anal, and half-hearted about giving blowjobs. Things were about to change.

This is the story that changed our lives. I play basketball with a group of guys at the local Y on Saturday mornings. After we've played several full court games we usually jump in the pool to cool off. Even though I have a pool at home, I usually go in the Y pool with the guys I've been playing with. One Saturday recently, we finished our games and found out some kid had gotten sick in the pool and it was closed for the day. I suggested we go over to my house and swim and then the guys could shower and go home. Tino, Willie, and Mike agreed to come along. 

When we got to the house I went through to see where my wife, Dawn was. I looked out the window to the pool deck and saw she out there sunning herself. She wore a very brief bikini that she would never wear when other people could see her. Even though she has a really great body, she continues to wear unattractive one-piece swimsuits to the beach. I knew she would never have put on the tiny bikini she was wearing if she knew we were going to have company. I started to go out and tell her that the guys were coming out there, but something made me stop and I decided not to tell her. I told the guys to go on out to the pool while I got sodas and beer together.

Dawn came in few minutes later and you could say she was little miffed. "Why didn't you warn me you were bringing people over," she said. "It was unplanned;" I replied and told her about the problem at the Y pool. "Well I'm going to put on a different suit," she said, walking toward the bedroom. I grabbed her hand and said, "No don't change. They've already seen you in that suit and what's the harm anyway. You have a beautiful body. Why not show it off at least once in awhile." She gave a skeptical look, but said, "Okay…bastard," but she said it playfully. 

We had a great time. The guys stayed a lot longer than they planned. We played several games of pool volleyball and I noticed several hands touch and playfully grab at Dawn's body throughout the afternoon, but nothing too blatant, or so I thought. The guys left in the late afternoon. Dawn and I showered together and we had some hot 69 afterward. Later in bed that night Dawn initiated sex again, which came as a surprise, because I'm the one who usually has to bring up the subject of sex. During the following week she initiated sex three more times. I was beginning to wonder what clone had replaced my wife. 

Finally after some great sucking and fucking on Friday night I asked her what was going on. Dawn said, "Last Saturday was so much fun, and I didn't tell you but your friends each felt me up in the pool." I was a little surprised. I said, "Oh really? Tell me more. She explained, "It was playful, but when the opportunity to touch my breasts or ass was there, they all made the most of it."

"You must have liked it, huh?" She blushed and said, "It was a little exciting."

"Are you going to play ball in the morning?" Will they be coming over again?" She seemed quite excited. I said we probably would if I suggest it since they had so much fun last Saturday.

When I suggested we go to my pool after our games Saturday all three guys readily agreed. The fucks couldn't wait to see my wife in her bikini again. When we got to the house Dawn was again out by the pool sunning. She lay on her stomach… wearing a thong? Where had she gotten a thong? Had she bought it this week? The straps to her top were undone as she lay there sunning. I again told the guys to go on out, just to see what would happen. I've never fantasized about watching my wife fuck other guys, but the situation was presenting itself.

When I got outside Dawn was sitting up, holding her top up over breasts the strings dangling while the guys laughed and joked with her. I asked what was going on and Tino, the 6'2 half black, half Puerto Rican former college basketball player said, "We were trying to convince Dawn not to put her top on. After all it's just us here. No neighbors can see." Dawn looked at me and our eyes locked and we knew that something big was about to happen in our lives. I said, "That is up to Dawn. If she's okay with it, I am too." We continued to look at one another as she slowly lowered her arms revealing her luscious round breasts. "Wow, those are nice," said Willie, his swim trunks moving with the growth of his cock. Dawn's has great nipples, and they were standing at attention now, sticking out like little mini marshmallows. Dark pink. A sure sign that she was turned on.

Tino said, "You must be pretty excited." Dawn squeaked out, "Why do you say that?"

"Cause of that," Tino replied, pointing to her crotch. With one leg bent under the other, her crotch was visible to all. A growing wet spot could be seen through the dark blue material. Tino reached out toward it with one finger, while looking at me for approval. I gave the slightest nod. He touched the wet spot with one finger, and Dawn jumped as if struck by lightning. The other guys moved in closer almost surrounding her. I was a little behind them. Dawn had her head back against the chair her eyes open looking around at them.

Tino turned to me and said, "Tim, this is about to get wild. I think Dawn's judgement may be a little clouded right now so I'm gonna ask you again. Are you alright with this?" I could hardly speak. My cock was hard as steel. I was so turned on it was incredible. He was asking if they could fuck my wife! I cleared my throat, and looked over at my prim, conservative, Republican voting, wife, who was more turned on than I'd ever seen her. Her eyes almost pleaded with me to say "yes." I nodded, then said, "Yeah, go ahead." 

Mike, Willie, and Tino all dropped their suits. Dawn looked from cock to cock to cock licking her lips. Tino moved forward first. Holding his 8-inch cock up to Dawn's face he asked, "Want some?" Dawn mewed like a cat and sucked in a couple of inches of it. Tino's 8 inches was a little bigger than my 7in, Willie was about my size, but Mike carried a snake in his drawers! He was easily 10 or more inches long and kind of wide around. Dawn stroked Mike and Willie while Tino fucked her mouth. After a minute she stopped and said, "Let's go inside and get comfortable." We retired to the living room floor. When I returned from getting a few sheets to spread on the rug (rug burns sting like hell!), Dawn now naked, on all fours, her thong bottom gone, was sucking Mike's huge prick while Tino ate her pussy and Willie sucked on her tits. She looked like she was loving it!

Tino's cock wasn't that much bigger than mine, but his tongue was the longest I'd ever seen. Dawn pressed her pussy on to Tino's tongue as it pushed up into her pussy, going inside her where no tongue has gone before making her moan and mew. She struggled to get more of Mike's cock in her mouth until she had about six inches of that big shaft disappearing and reappearing with each bob of her head. Mike thrust in quicker as he neared orgasm. Dawn pulled back as he started to cum, his cock pointing at her face as a huge load of cum splashed her face and hair. Her own orgasm began from Tino's talented tongue in her pussy and she pressed her pussy harder on him, trying to smother him with it. 

Things slowed as she came down from her climax, the three of them breathing hard. "Why didn't you swallow it," asked Mike breathlessly. "I never ate cum before. I want Tim's to be first." was Dawn's reply. I moved over to her and she sucked me in quickly. As aroused as I was I knew it wouldn't be long. She gave me the best blowjob of our marriage, sucking and licking my cock and balls, while hands and tongues vied for her body's attention. I came in about three minutes, more cum than I can remember pumping out at one time, but Dawn swallowed it all. She licked me clean then said "Now baby, sit back and watch, you'll get the rest of me later." With that she lay on the sheet and said; "Now somebody fuck me."

Willie was the first to move toward her spread legs. Her pussy glistened with the combined wetness of her juices and Tino's licking. "Turn over," said Willie. "I want you in doggy."

"Mmm," came Dawns' reply "I love doggy." Willie wasted no time diving into her. He mercilessly shoved his cock in Dawn's wet and ready pussy. With no slow preliminaries he went at her. Tino moved around to her head where she once again gobbled his cock. Willie was going wild. His strokes were quick and deep. Dawn was put off stride initially by his brutal thrusting, but she recovered quickly and got in the motion. As hard as Willie pumped into her pussy, Dawn pushed back on him that much harder. It was like they were trying to out fuck each other. Dawn grunted around Tino's cock in her mouth that she sucked in all the way to the root. She reached up between his legs and slid a finger to his ass and he came, shooting thick cum in her mouth, some of it dripping down her chin onto the sheet. Tino pulled from her mouth and fell back on the sheet. "Damn, what a woman. Does she have a sister?" Mike and I laughed. 

Mike, now recovered from his first blowjob was ready to go again. Willie had slowed to a deep stroke, admitting defeat in the challenge to Dawn to out fuck him. She had definitely out fucked him and was still raring to go. She took Mike in her mouth again trying to get more than the six inches she was able to get in her mouth before. My cock was once again hard as a rock, but the anticipation of having Dawn all to myself after this ended convinced me not to waste a cum jerking off. I was sure my beautiful woman would take care of me later.

Willie started breathing fast and scared the shit out of all of us by almost roaring like a lion when he came. He pumped load after load into Dawn. It looked like he would never stop cumming. He must have been storing it up for months, maybe years. He finally pulled out and said "Holy shit, She fucked me out!" Tino moved into position sliding his dick in to gooey cum Willie had left behind. "Damn Willie," he said, "You must have cum two gallons. It's slippery as hell in this pussy." As he started to pump into Dawn, cum oozed out around his dick. Dawn was now working on getting eight inches into her mouth. Every so often she would gag as the monster cock she was trying to deep throat hit a sensitive spot. Mike suddenly pulled out saying, " I'm saving this load for her pussy" He leaned back and watched Tino fuck her hard and deep. Later, I asked Dawn how many times she came and she just laughed and said "I only came once, only the orgasm lasted for two hours."

" I just kept cumming and cumming."

Tino finally came and pulled out. Dawn collapsed on to her stomach with cum running out of her pussy on to the sheet. "I have to pee;" she said almost convulsing with laughter. I helped her up and as I walked her to the bathroom she looked back over her shoulder and said, "Don't leave yet, okay?" Mike, Tino and Willie chorused together, "We won't." 

While Dawn peed and wiped herself off, the four of us drank some much-needed beers. Mike asked if I had planned this. I told him no. "I had no idea Dawn had that much pure sluttiness in her."

"Did you call me a slut?" Dawn asked as she came back in the room with a grin on her face. "Yesterday I would have slapped you if you said that, but today, I resemble that remark!" We all laughed. "I never knew sex could be so much fun. I really want to thank all of you."

"This is how I'll thank you." 

She got down on her knees and crawled to each of the three guys and gave them about a minute of intense sucking. She started by licking the balls, then licking her way up. She sucked on the head a few minutes then moved on to the next. Tino called out, Hey Dawn; you have an ass that's begging to be fucked. May I do the honors?"

"Sorry Tino, No" was her reply. I'm saving that for Tim. I had been after her for years to try anal and she always said "no way." I felt like throwing the three of them out right now just so I could have at that ass I've wanted for ten years. But I showed restraint and thought of what the evening would be like after they left.

After Dawn sucked them all into a state of acceptable hardness, she directed big cock Mike to lay down on his back. She wanted Tino and Willie to stand by Mike's knees .She squatted down and grabbed Mike's cock and looking over her shoulder said, "You're too big I need to control this, so let me." He nodded. Dawn slowly let herself down on his cock, her eyes fluttering as she did. She reached out and stroked the other two cocks pulling them toward her mouth, sucking one then the other. She eased herself down until all 10 inches of Mike's cock was inside her. Watching it was spectacular. She started moving up and down developing a rhythm. Faster and faster she pumped alternating sucking Willie and Tino. Tino came first, followed closely by Willie, and then big Mike exploded in her. Dawn shouted and fell off his cock, trying to get her breathing to slow down. I moved over to her and helped her into the bedroom. I went back and saw the guys out. They asked if we could do this again, and I told them if it happened again, they would be here.

Dawn was asleep for about six hours. She woke up sore and smelling of cum, but happy. "I can't believe that happened," she said. "Do you still love me?" I told her, "Of course I do."

"We had both decided to participate in this and I just hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh yeah I enjoyed," she said smiling. "Now if you still want to tag my ass, it's the only place on me capable of sex that isn't sore…yet."



The Story



By the time Liz got to the part about the anonymous man fingering her in the hotel bathroom, Mel could feel a slight dampness between her legs. She also knew that anything Liz said about her sexual exploits was probably hyperbole. Mel didn't mind however, she enjoyed the story. She enjoyed the fingers of warmth spreading from her belly to her cunt. Sipping her drink, Liz went into more detail about the man's tongue, hips, stubble, tongue, fingers, cock, fingers, heat, sweat. Mel listened with an affirming nod and a giggle. A lick of the lips. During dinner, the women found other things to talk about: their relationships, work, ideas of babies, expectations from their mothers, health, dreams, vacations. Mel never really focused however, as her mind was never far from the tongue, hips, stubble, tongue, fingers, cock, fingers, heat, sweat.

On her taxi ride home, she texted Sam and told him to meet her at her apartment. She had to see him tonight, she told him. The wetness between her legs was undeniable now, and in the back seat she squeezed her legs together with a quiet rhythm and ignored the eye contact of her driver. When she hadn't heard from Sam by the time she got into her apartment, she decided not to wait. She needed it quick and hard, and this could be achieved with the use of her vibrator. She took it out of the cloth bag, took off her skirt and tights, and found a comfortable position in bed. She started the vibrator around her clit, circling it slow and wide. When she didn't think she could take that any longer, she decided to put the vibrator inside of her pussy. Starting with just a few inches, pumping it in and out. Her pussy throbbed. She ventured with her finger to her clit, and it was swollen and wet. Almost too wet. Mel reached down beside the bed for her panties. She rubbed the silkiness over her pussy, wiping away the juices. She brought the panties to her nose, and recognized the musky sweetness. It was intoxicating and comforting. 

With her finger back on her clit, and with more friction, Mel furiously fucked her pussy with the vibrator. Deeper. Faster. As she fucked her pussy, she thought of the anonymous man in the bathroom, fucking Liz with his huge cock. Taking her from behind. Pulling her hair. Slapping her face. As the fantasy grew, her fingers worked faster. Soon, Liz was gone, and Mel was in her place. His tongue was on her pussy, circling her clit, while his middle finger stroked that delicious spot. He was so good at finding that delicate button, and it made toes curl. Mel now imagined the huge cock in her ass. She was being fucked. Being used. His large hands slapped her ass from behind, again, and again, and again. It was too hard, but she didn't stop it. She let him slap her ass six, seven, eight times. Suddenly, she could feel herself closer to the edge. Closer to cumming, and closer. Her chest heaving, and vibrator pumping, and fingers rubbing, and then she came. An explosion from her pussy. The contractions from her pussy pushed the vibrator out aggressively, and but the rest of her body was still, not wanting to lose the overwhelming pleasure raging through her. Breathing, sighing, tingling. 



Just as she was coming down from the orgasm, she heard the keys in the apartment door. Sam. Mel knew he would like the view, so she stayed put and closed her eyes. Sam called her name, and opened the bedroom door. The flood of hallway light framed her body perfectly. Sam could smell the sex in the air, and felt his cock twitch. He went to sit on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked Mel's hip. He watched as Mel brought the glistening vibrator to his lips. He took the wet vibrator in his mouth. When it was clean, he asked about Mel's night. Mel thought back to her fantasy with the anonymous man, and knew Sam would like a story. As Sam listened, he knew it was probably just a story. But he liked stories. He liked stories about anonymous men fucking Mel's beautiful, wet pussy. His cock throbbed as she talked about the man's fingers, cock, heat, fingers, tongue, sweat, cock, thrust, cum. 

As Sam bent over to kiss Mel, biting her lower lip and moving over to suck on her ear, he caught an unfamiliar scent. Cologne he didn't recognize. And for a moment, he wondered if her story was truly real, and as his fingers reached inside of Mel's warm slit, he wondered if it really had been filled with warm cum from another cock. And for a moment, Sam hoped it was true.



The Story



I guess you could say that my attractions for Becky started when I was a small boy, around the age of four or five. I know it is debatable whether or not a child at that age can be attracted to a member of the opposite sex but I do believe it to be true. I myself know that I had early erections as a child but never knew why they happened or what they were.

Becky has lived mostly a single life; she married once and quickly divorced. She is stunningly attractive. About 5'4", tan skin. Brown/blonde hair past her shoulders. Great figure with a perfectly shaped round ass. Not too big but just right. A good C-cup, handfuls. And a waist that 20 year old college school girls would be jealous of. She's in her mid-forties and in great shape. However, she's also the sister of my recently deceased father. She is my Aunt Becky.

Yes, this is about my intimate relationship between me and my aunt. It began after my father's funeral and was only 19. At times like those families seem to unite together. Becky seemed to be compelled to stay close to me. She would come over almost daily after work to talk to me. She would invite me out to eat to get me out of the house, she helped me work through my grief and I tried to help her as well. Eventually we became like two peas in a pod, always together. Not like your typical aunt and nephew, more like two really good friends. And then we got too close…

It was during a weekend in the afternoon, she had invited me over to her house near the lake. When I got there it was the typical day we usually had. I sat down and started watching TV. She was down the hall in her bedroom. "Jon..." she called out.

"Yes?" I replied from the living room.

"Come in here for a sec, I need your advice." 

I got up and walked to her room. The door was cracked open, I opened it and my jaw had dropped. Becky was standing there in a little white bikini, posing like a playmate. 

"Do you think this is too tight?" she asked, turning around.

"Not at all….you look hot..." I said, instantly regretting it. I just called my aunt hot, I felt so embarrassed.

"Aww…thanks!" she replied looking at me. "Did you bring any swim trunks so we can go swimming out back?"

"Shit…I forgot them at my place."

"Well…." She said looking me up and down. "You could just wear your boxers if that's not too uncomfortable for you."

"That'll work" I said. Of course by now I'm half cocked just by the site of my incredibly hot aunt in a bikini standing in front of me. So like an idiot I just pull my pants down in front of her which must have exposed my raging hard boner under my boxers. She looks down and notices, smiles and blushes.

"What do we have here…" she said.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry…" I say, just now noticing how exposed I am.

"No, no…don't be." She said all smiles. And then pushed me onto her bed and kneeled beside me. I'm shocked, and stuck in awe. She reached her hand with white painted fingernails across my chest and down into my boxers.

"Ohhh…." I moaned as she grabbed onto my hard on and starting tugging on it. I slid my boxers off letting her have better access to my dick. She wrapped both of her hands around it and starting pulling harder. I laid back, really getting into it. As she jerked me off she started licking the tip of my cock and then put her whole mouth around it. I put my hands on her head, moaning constantly while at the same time still shocked as to what is going on. Her head bobbed back and forth on my dick, sucking and slurping and using her hand to jerk off whatever part of my member she couldn't fit into her mouth. I blew my load all over the inside. She pulled my cock out and swallowed with very sexy smile. "Oh my god…" I moaned, "That was so fucking good." She snuggled up against me in her bed and kissed my cheek. I put my arm around her and we pretty much laid there all day.

A week had gone by; we would talk on the phone almost every night. It turned into a girlfriend/boyfriend relationship. It was finally the weekend again so we had time to spend with each other. Becky had come over to my place, we had just planned to sit and watch a movie together. There we were together on the couch, with all the lights turned low. She was cuddled against me as I held her. I was starting to get bored of the movie, it was one she had picked out from the video place. So I reach my right hand down and onto her ass. She hardly even noticed. I started rubbing, moving my hand towards her stomach.

"Mmm…" she smiled and kissed my chin. I smiled back and keep rubbing, slow moving my hand down into her crotch. I was pressing and rubbing against the outside of her jeans, right over her clit. "Mmm…" she moaned again. So I unbuttoned her tight jeans and unzipped them. Then I reached down under her panties and touched her wet pussy lips gently, feeling her light bush against my palm. She laid back into me, letting me have my way with her. While keeping my right hand busy with her muff, I reached up under her shirt and bra with my left hand and massaged her left breast. I kissed her neck and she started moving back and forth slightly, sticking my index and middle finger inside her warm and wet pink hole. She moaned softly as my fingers penetrated her and my left hand fondled her now erect nipples. I moved my fingers faster, rubbing her inside. She moved back and forth harder. "Ohh yeah!" she moaned wanting more. I fingered her pussy vigorously and fondled her soft busty tits. She rocked harder and I moved faster, plunging a third finger into her tight twat. "OHHHH!" she screamed out as I felt her get really wet. "Mmm…" she moaned again as she turned over and French kissed me.

She then got up and pulled off her jeans and panties while I undid my pants and slid them off with my boxers. She straddled me, getting on top with legs spread wide. I grabbed my hard cock and slowly squeezed it into her tight pussy. As I did this she took off her sweater and bra and started moving up and down on my dick. We moaned together and I put my hands up on her hips, pulling her down as I thrusted up. "Oh yeahhh…" she moaned and then bent down to kiss me while riding my cock. I started moving faster and plunging my dick into her harder. She went back up and arched back, moaning and gasping. I reached up and groped her breasts, rubbing her hard nipples with my thumbs. I pumped faster and harder, feeling her wet clit move up and down on my long hard cock. "Unh!" she screamed with an orgasm. "Unh! Ohhh Jon…"she moaned cumming again. I pushed harder, trying to hold back my load as long as I could. Her perfectly shaped ass jiggled each time I thrust. I squeezed her tits and I blew my hot cum up inside of her with her cumming again soon after. We slowed to a stop, all hot and sweaty and out of breath. Becky laid on top of me with my dick still in her. I put my arms around and held her against me. "That was great…" she whispered. I looked into her eyes, smiled and kissed her.

The next few months went on like that. Sure I felt ashamed; I was dating…and fucking my aunt who was 26 years older than me. Age has nothing to do with it really; she's hotter than most girls my age. We love each other and that's all that matters.

To be continued… 



The Story



Bill finished the last line, checked the spelling, then hit the submit button. This was the first erotic story Bill had ever written. Turning off the computer, Bill stood up and walked into his bedroom. Jenny his wife was already asleep. Bill quietly watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath. Bill knew he was lucky, taking note of Jenny's nipples outlined against the thin fabric of her old Longhorn t-shirt.

Bill Thomas met Jennifer Rodriguez six years ago when she applied for a job with one of his clients. Bill, forty-three had been divorced for a couple of years and was working as a head hunter with a recruiting company. Jennifer, Jenny for short, was working on her undergraduate degree in marketing at UT and needed part time work. Twenty-five years old, Jenny was a strikingly attractive woman. Five foot five, thin, with an athletic body. Bill was smitten immediately and would have made a pass, unfortunately company policy strongly prohibited any type of fraternization with prospective employees and clients.

Then came the best luck of Bill's middle age life, some one else was given the job. Bill didn't have to, but he decided to use this turn of events to meet with Jenny. Bill called on Jenny in person, they had lunch, and a year later were a happily married couple.

Bill crawled into bed next to Jenny, his mind fresh with the fantasy outlined in his story, his dick still hard. Bill placed his hand on Jenny's stomach and gently pushed up her burnt orange t-shirt. Jenny's white bikini panties contrasted sharply with her olive skin, tanned from a weekend at the lake.

"Is somebody feeling a little frisky."

"I thought you were asleep."

"Bill I was."

Bill moved his hand up underneath Jenny's t-shirt and cupped her breast. "Have I told you how much I love you Jenny Thomas."

"Not enough Mr.Thomas. My what do we have here." Jenny had reached down and caressed Bill's hard dick through his jockey's.

"It's what you do to me baby." Bill pinched Jenny's nipple and she let out a low groan.

"Honey it's so late."

Bill pulled up Jenny's shirt exposing her breast. Then Bill slid down and sucked Jenny's protruding nipple into his mouth. Jenny arched her back offering even more of her breast for Bill's attention. Bill sucked on her nipple for a little while and smiled to himself as Jenny pushed him down between her legs. Past the point of no return Bill knew they would be making love, now Bill could settle into his fantasy, not that he needed to, it just seemed to make things more exciting.

God even the scent of Jenny made Bill wild. Jenny's pussy smelled of the perfect mixture of fresh soap and hot woman. Gazing up between her legs Bill could see Jenny's eye's were closed and he wondered if she fantasized like he did. Bill too closed his eye's and let his mind drift off into his fantasy. Sucking Jenny's clit between his lips, Bill lapped at her clit, bringing Jenny to a series of orgasms. Jenny began pulling on Bill's hair which was Bill's signal that Jenny wanted to make love.

Bill slid up between Jenny's leg's and with out a word entered his wife's well lubricated pussy.

"Oh god Billy, make love to me honey, oh deeper, yes that's so nice."

Bill looked down on Jenny's exquisite body. For Bill, Jenny was perfection, there wasn't one thing on the woman he would change, he loved every bit of her. The strange thing was, that at that moment in Bill's mind another man had taken his place, a dark man. A black man. In Bill's mind's eye that man began pumping harder as he came closer to cuming. The fantasy complete Bill could no longer hold back and he drove his dick as deep as it would go and came in his wife's pussy.

Jenny woke before Bill and retrieved a cup of coffee before showering. The night before had been great, just like always with Bill. Of course Jenny had little to go on by way of experience. Jenny had know just one other lover, her high school sweet heart Raul. They had dated during her senior year if that's what you could call it. Jenny's father had been very strict. Jenny went to a junior college for two years, before moving on to UT. Raul came to visit and it was on one of those trips that she lost her virginity and so had Raul. They continued seeing each other for another year when Raul broke the news that he had started seeing a girl back home, who had gotten pregnant. Jenny was heart broken, but immersed herself in school. Jenny, bitter, swore off men for over a year. Then Jenny met Bill and everything changed.

Pulling the scrunchy out of her pony tail, Jenny shook her brown shoulder length hair out before climbing into the shower. The water was steamy and as she washed, she wondered if last night they had conceived a child. For Jenny it was the only thing missing from her perfect life with Bill.

Chap. 2 

Several days after Bill's story was published on Literotica he received some feedback. This feedback wasn't the first he had received. There had been several, some with constructive criticism, some encouraging him to write some more, this recent one was different. It read:

Is the story about your wife

Bill had replied to all the other e-mails and thought nothing of responding to the latest mail, Bill wrote:

Actually the story is based on events that happened during my first marriage, although the woman described in the story is actually my current wife. Thanks for your interest Bill

"What are you doing honey," Jenny asked as she came into the study wrapped in a towel.

Bill closed the widow and stood up taking Jenny into his arms. "Just answering e-mail from work. Thanks for last night sweetheart that was fantastic."

"Your welcome big fella, I see your happy to see me this morning too." Jenny could feel Bill's semi-hard dick through his jockey's.

Bill squeezed Jenny tight, noting that some of the excitement he was experiencing was due in part to answering e-mail about his story. Particularly the query about his wife. Part of Bill wanted to tell Jenny about the story and feed back, but based on past experience he wasn't sure how Jenny would react. About a year before he had brought home a men's magazine which contained letters from couples who had done some swinging. Bill had brought the magazine home just to spice up the sex life, not to suggest they do any swinging. The truth be know Bill didn't know if he could actually handel Jenny sleeping with another man. Well Jenny had read only part of one of the letters, before exploding in a tirade. Bill remembered it well.

"Jesus Bill how could you bring this trash into the house. What kind of man would ever want to share his wife with another man. Certainly not one I want to be married to." 

It took Bill most of the night to calm Jenny down. Prior to that night, Jenny had always indicated to Bill that her mother had died shortly after Jenny's birth in a car wreck. During the ensuing argument Bill learned Jenny's mother had run off with a neighbor abandoning her and her father. Bill learned that Jenny's father was very strict. Jenny was rarely allowed to date. Needless to say Bill never brought the subject up again, but that didn't mean he didn't think about it.

Jenny puzzled Bill. On the one hand she was very adventurous when it came to sex. Jenny would try anything, Bill was sure of that. When they first met Jenny was very inexperienced. No oral sex, missionary position and that was it. Now after five years of marriage they had made love in every position imaginable and as far as oral sex, Bill never had better. The first time he came in Jenny's mouth she nearly swallowed him whole as she sucked and swallowed every drop of his cum. That was why the magazine thing had surprised Bill so much, he just hadn't seen it coming. 

Two days later Bill received a second e-mail:

You must be very proud to have such a beautiful wife she sounds like quite a woman. Do you imagine her fucking a black man just like your first wife. Send me her picture. Andre

Bill's first reaction was not to reply, but then he began to think things through. Hell he thought, what did he care if a stranger saw a picture of his wife. After all they would never meet. Bill started searching through his folder of digital pictures he had taken of Jenny. Nothing in the folder was all that revealing and then he found a picture of Jenny he had taken at the lake. The picture was of Jenny standing by the boat at Lake Travis. Jenny was wet with water beading up on her tanned skin. The old yellow bikini was Bill's favorite. The top showed plenty of her c-cup breasts and the wet material seemed to cling to Jenny like a second skin.

Bill sent the picture with a note that the photo was a picture of his wife Susan. Bill didn't want to give this Andre guy to much information. Bill was about to log off when he received another e-mail.

Very nice, very nice, but how do I know that's really your wife. Prove it, take a picture of your wife in the shower and send it to me. Andre

Bill couldn't believe this guy, he was nuts. This time Bill didn't respond that day or the next. Bill didn't get anymore e-mails from Andre either. Two day's later Bill heard Jenny singing in the shower. Bill had just finished downloading some pictures and he remembered the last e-mail. Quietly Bill walked into the bathroom. Cris was oblivious to Bill's presence. Bill quickly took several pictures of Cris's back side through the fogged up shower door. Nothing revealing thought Bill. Jenny turned off the water. Opening the door Jenny reached out for a towel. Jenny still hadn't noticed Bill standing by the door. Bill snapped off two more pictures and left the room.

While Jenny was getting ready for work Bill downloaded the new photo's. The first shots didn't show much, but a nude back side. The second group of photo's were much more revealing . Jenny was on her tip toes, arm outstretched. Jenny's athletic legs and ass were were revealed perfectly and her left breast was perfectly displayed, her thick dark nipple protruding a good three-quarters of an inch.

"And what do you plan on doing with that Mr.Thomas."

Bill nearly fell out of his chair. "Nothing just fooling around." Bill turned around to find Jenny standing behind him in nothing but a towel.

"Billy if you want a picture all you have to do is ask, but for your eye's only." With that Jenny unwrapped the towel. "Here's your chance Mr."

Bill couldn't believe it, he thought Jenny would be upset if he tried to take pictures of her nude. Gathering up the camera, Bill dropped to one knee and began taking pictures.

"I didn't know you liked taking pictures Mr.Thomas, don't tell me this kind of thing turns you on."

Bill had never done anything like this before and his dick was rock hard. It was as if Bill was seeing Jenny nude for the first time and the thing was she seemed to be enjoying it. Jenny turned one way then the other before doing a pirouette and leaving the room. Dragging the towel, Jenny paused at the door, turned around and gave Bill a wink.

"Too bad I have to go to work, see you later sweetie." 

Bill followed Jenny into the bedroom but Jenny was resolved not to be late for work. Jenny did give Bill's dick a squeeze on her way out the door.

"Hold that thought big boy."

Bill waited till he heard Jenny's car pull out of the garage. Then he sent the pictures of Jenny via e-mail to Andre. That should do it thought Bill, wait till the dude sees these. Bills heart beat rapidly and his dick was very hard. Looking at the pictures Bill imagined what it would be like for Andre to see them for the first time. Bill wondered if the man was black and if he would jerk off when he got the pictures. Bill reached into his jockey's and started playing with his dick. Andre, with a name like that the dude was probably black. The idea that he had sent nude pictures of his wife possibly to a black man made him cum almost immediately.

Leaning back in his chair the black man admired the woman in the photograph. He couldn't be sure, but she wasn't short perhaps 5'5". Susan, if that was her name, fit the description of the woman in The Story perfectly. Brown hair, shoulder length, brown eye's, latin decent maybe. The woman was thin but with well proportioned legs that showed she exercised. The tits were remarkable, large b maybe c-cup and those nipples, dark thick protrusions. The black man glanced back at the photo of the woman in the bikini. No doubt it was the same woman. The photo also showed a boat on a trailer in the background. There was a truck attached to the trailer. The man cropped the picture so that only the rear of the truck was left of the photo, Then he zoomed in, the Texas tag showed all but the last number which was blocked by the hitch. The man picked up the phone.

"Yes Sergeant, this is Detective Greene with vice, I need you to run some tag numbers. I have them all but one. I know, I know it could be a missing letter. Look the tag is attached to a black F 150 late model, Austin area. Good, get back with me as soon as you have some answers. Thanks."

Detective Michael Greene looked at the photo again. This guy Ben probably not his name, was married to one very hot woman. That morning after getting the nude pictures he re-read The Story again. Was it fantasy or truth or a little of both, Michael couldn't say. Michael's headache grew worse as he tried to finish the story. To much Johnnie Walker last night at the Fantasy.

Michael opened the top draw to his desk and fished out some advil. Collecting three, he choked them down with luke warm coffee. Closing the draw the phone rang.

"Detective Greene, yeah, William G and Jennifer R Thomas, 210 Sun Tree Cove. Right, yeah it's out 2222. Thanks Sergeant."

Michael hung the phone up and thought he hadn't done this much investigating in the last five years. Of course vice wasn't about investigating. Hell Michael wouldn't have done this if not for the story he read in Literotica. The Story wasn't the first one he read, Michael had read many stories over the last year since discovering the site. Michael liked the lesbian stories a lot and didn't normally read stories in the interracial section. This story had caught his eye because it was in the new story section. The story rang true, not just fiction. Once Michael started reading he realized the writer was familiar with the Austin area and this further peeked his interest. Checking the biography the writer admitted living in the area. Michael became more curious.

Then there was the description of the main character, if she were half that nice in person who wouldn't want to fuck her. So Michael wrote the feedback, never expecting a response. Now that he had seen the pictures of the woman he became even more interested. Michael reached down and rubbed his cock, he was hard but a little raw after last night. The phone rang.

"Detective Greene, Sly you still at my house. Call a cab baby, I'm working. I know, I know, look I'll try to come by tonight, but I have to get some sleep. No I'll call you. Okay baby see you later.

Leaning back in his chair Michael grabbed his cock and thought about last night. Fuck he thought, as he glanced at the picture, why was he going through the trouble, he could get women. Then he answered his own question thinking, not like the one in the picture.

There had been a time when women like the one in the photo looked his way. Twenty years ago he had fucked half the girls on the cheerleading squad at the ritzy private school in Dallas. Then he hurt his knee in his senior year, no more football and no more high class white girls. Michael finished school with a P.E. degree and no prospects for a job. Black and broke, Michael applied for a job as a traffic cop in Round Rock. Michael went back to school and received a degree in Law Enforcement, which he used to get a job with the local department. Twenty years later and 44 years of age, Michael was a detective in vice.

Vice was a dead end, and Michael knew it, but it did have it's perks. There was the liquor, the whores, gambling and never far, the drugs. Michael had and liked his vice's. Working vice was perfect for him. Michael was single though he had tried the married life briefly. Being tied down was not Michaels way and he left his wife Pat just six months after they were married. The closest thing to a relationship he had with a woman was with Sly, a dancer at the Fantasy. Michael had been seeing Sly for a couple of months. Michael liked Sly because like he said, she was a sick pup, just like he was. 

Michael met Sly, short for Sally, at a party one of his friends was giving. Michael had gone to the party with a rookie cop named Victoria. Victoria was fresh out of the Academy and impressionable. Dishwater blond hair and blue eye's, she was cute, but what got Michael's attention were her tit's. Victoria had been blessed with big tit's and nipples that seemed permanently erect. 

At the party Michael had put plan A into effect, that is, get Victoria drunk. Michael thought plan A was working great. Victoria was pretty drunk as the party wound down and was hanging all over him. Michael not wanting to wait till he got home took Victoria into one of the back bedrooms. The young blonde was reluctant to say the least. Every time Michael made a move to get at her tit's or pussy he met with firm resistance. Michael was about to give up when there was a soft knock on the door and it opened slowly. Sly entered the room with a couple of shot glasses and a bottle of chilled tequila. Victoria was visibly relieved at the interruption. Michael didn't know what to think.

Sly was smooth. Sly said she was looking for some people to party with and she was wondering if the two would be lovers minded the company. Victoria said yes and Michael didn't see any reason not to play along. The tequila was super smooth and before long Sly had gotten Victoria to take several shots. Then Sly suggested she give Victoria a massage. The massage started harmless enough, then Sly gave him a wink.

"How does that feel Victoria?" Victoria's eye's were closed and she looked half asleep.

"Feels good." 

"Tell me Victoria were did you meet this gorgeous black man."

"Work," Victoria was having a seriously difficult time talking as the tequila kicked in.

"How tall are you," Sly asked Michael.

"Six foot-five and some."

"Ummm did you hear that Victoria?" Victoria was nodding off and hadn't noticed that Sly was unbuttoning her blouse.

"Victoria you ever had a big black cock in your pussy honey?" Sly slipped the blouse off Victoria's shoulders. Victoria was out of it for the most part, at the same time she put up no resistance to Sly removing her cloths. 

"What's your name handsome?" All the while Sly worked on Victoria. Michael watched from his side of the bed as Sly laid Victoria on her back and unhooked her bra. Victoria had large pillowy tit's with almost flesh colored nipples that were little more than bumps, Michael was disappointed. Then Sly removed Victoria's jeans and panties. Victoria's bush was sparsely covered in fine brown hair, not Michael's cup of tea, but that mattered little as he watched Sly climb out of bed and quickly undress.

"Michael and your's."

"Sly," she said as she pulled down her panties.

Sly was flat chested a B-cup at best. Sly's areolas's were small, quarter size, but her nipple's were a good half inch long, pencil thick. Sly's legs were her best asset from year's of dancing and her shaved pussy revealed a very pronounced vulva. Michael admired the way the woman moved with confidence.

"So you just going to lay there and watch?"

Michael smiled, "She's passed out."

"Not for long, let me see what you got baby, I've been watching you all night. You didn't think I came here for her."

Michael stood up and began removing his cloths. Michael was down to his boxers when Sly pulled a small digital camera out of her purse.




The Story



"What the fuck you plan on doing with that woman."

"Relax, okay, I want you to photograph me and her. I don't want her coming back and saying we did something wrong."

"I do like the way you think Sly, but do you really think you can wake her, she's passed fucked up."

Sly smiled and handed Michael the camera. "You going to take those shorts off or are you going to leave me in suspense."

Michael dropped his shorts and stood poised with the camera. "Okay baby will that do?"

"Honey you are one incredible man. I had a feeling about you and I was right." Sly was very experienced when it came to sex, men and women. Never in Sly's life had she seen a man built like Michael. Michael was incredibly well muscled, chiseled was the word that came to her mind. His coffee colored skin was smooth, near flawless. More amazing was his cock, accented by the fact his pubic area was completely hairless. Michael's cock was every bit of ten inches and thick, very thick. Sly placed her finger to her mouth coating her finger with saliva. Then she gently separated Victoria's pussy lips and placed her wet finger on Victoria's budding clit. Victoria stirred.

"Go ahead take them." Sly did the directing as she started rubbing Victoria's clit a little harder. Sly then began kissing Victoria's along the nape of her neck and ear. The effect was apparent as Victoria's hips began undulating in response to Sly's expert touch. Sly then took Victoria's limp arm and placed it around her waist. then she kissed Victoria in the mouth. Victoria kissed her back not even slightly aware she was kissing another woman.

Michael snapped off picture after picture. The picture's would show to nude women making love, better Michael noticed how Sly never showed her face. Michael couldn't believe how hot Sly had Victoria or for that matter himself..

"That feel good sweetie." Victoria nodded as her breath quickened. Michael silently took picture after picture as Sly continued her seduction of the rookie cop. Michael's dick was ready to burst. Sly leaned over Victoria and gently bit Victoria's lip. Michael put down the camera and got in bed with the two women. This time when he kissed Victoria she hungrily responded by sucking hard on his tongue. Victoria had spread her legs wide to give Sly free access to her sopping cunt. Michael hard from watching climbed on top and inserted the tip of his cock at the opening of Victoria's pussy.

Michael felt Sly's fingers caress his heavily veined cock, then she rubbed his massive cock head up and down Victoria's wet slit. Michael could no longer handle Sly's teasing and pushed his cock into Victoria's cunt. Victoria's eye's opened for the first time. The pressure of that huge shaft bringing her some what to her senses.

"Don't, please I'm sorry this can't happen," Victoria said confused and drunk, but trying to gain control of the situation. Michael pushed his cock in about half way and began rocking slowly back and forth. At the same time Sly returned her finger to rubbing Victoria's clit.

Victoria tried to remove Sly's hand but Michael pulled Victoria's hand up and easily pinned it to the bed.

"Relax sweetie doesn't that feel good? Doesn't that big black cock feel good in your pussy. Look at how good that cock looks sinking into your pussy." Michael pushed his cock in further, then slowly withdrew his cock as Victoria did as Sly commanded. Victoria became entranced as Michael plunged his cock ever deeper. All the while Sly feverishly manipulated Victoria's clit. Victoria would look at Michael then at Sly with a frightened look that suggested meek submission to the two predators.

Victoria's body would involuntarily spasm as Sly and Michael induced the first of several orgasms. Victoria's pussy gushed lubricant and Michael's cock was soon gliding in and out of Victoria's hungry cunt.

"Someone likes black cock, don't you honey?" Victoria could only nod her head as she seemed to whimper with every stroke of Michaels thick cock. Sly reached around Michael's ass and placed her wet finger up against his anus. Sly ever experienced waited till Michael was on the verge of coming before pushing her finger deep into his ass. The result was immediate and very intense for Michael, his cock exploded in Victoria's pussy. 

"Oh fuck that's good woman, ohhhhhh yeah." Michael entire body seemed to tense, the muscles of his ass creasing with the contraction. Sly plunged her finger deeper and leaning over kissed Michael for the first time. Michael sucked her tongue hungrily as he returned the kiss. Both Sly and Michael completely forgetting about Victoria.

Later Michael and Sly would repeatedly make love with Victoria passed out next to them. When Michael and Sly left the next morning Victoria was still passed out. Michael started seeing Sly on a regular bases after that. Michael liked Sly, he liked her a lot, he just didn't love her. As for Victoria, he had seen her around the department from time to time. Victoria stayed away from him for the most part and Michael figured she had some recollection of the evening and didn't want a repeat.

Michael printed the picture of the woman in the swim suit and put it in his pocket. Grabbing his sun glasses Michael headed to the door to take a little drive out towards the lakes. Michael was going to scope out Mr and Mrs Thomas's house and maybe get a look at the two of them. That would give Michael a chance to think about what his next message to Bill would say.

Chap. 3 

The next day, Jenny returned to her office after teaching her last class to pick up some papers she had to grade. Upon entering the office she surprised her assistant Shelby. Shelby was on the phone talking to a boy. Jenny had hired the freshman girl as an assistant just two weeks ago. Five foot tall, blonde and blue eyed Shelby was a loquacious girl to say the least. Shelby was from Tyler,Texas. Raised conservatively and Baptist, she had discovered along with her new found freedom, men.

"Jim I have to go, listen I'll see you later okay. Hi Jenny I got those papers together you wanted."

"Thank you Shelby, Shelby please keep the personal calls to a minimum."

"I'm sorry it's just that boy won't leave me alone." Jenny knew better, Shelby had been on campus less than two weeks and was on her second boyfriend.

Jenny gathered her papers and placed them in her brief case. Jenny and Shelby talked as they walked out to the parking lot together. Neither woman noticed the black man in the unmarked police car observing them.

"Jenny can I ask you something personal."

Jenny at thirty-one was twelve years older than Shelby, but Jenny hardly felt experienced when it came to men. With trepidation Jenny said, yes.

"What does a man taste like when he, you know, in your mouth."

Jenny stopped dead in her tracks."Shelby you are unbelievable. I can't believe you asked me that. What happened to the innocent little girl that walked into my office two weeks ago." Jenny said this with a smile on her face, amazed at Shelby's openness.

"Your married, I just figured you knew, I'm sorry." Shelby liked to shock her professor, she found it funny and now she waited for Jenny to answer.

Jenny started walking again. "I don't know about you Shelby, sometimes I think you just like to test me. Last week you were telling me how many times your boyfriend made love to you in one night what was it five times. Now your asking me what a man taste's like. Unbelievable, it's a good thing I like you."

"So are you going to tell me, or don't old married couple's do that kind of thing."

"Old married couple's, now I'm old."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way, I meant couple's that are married for a long time, they don't do anything exciting I mean."

"Of course we do things." Jenny was almost laughing now. Shelby sensing the moment forced the issue for effect.

"So does a man's cum taste good or not."

Nodding her head in exasperation Jenny answered "I like it okay, now lets change the subject."

"Wow, your alright, I can't wait to see Jimmy tonight."

"Jimmy he's new right, Jesus Shelby, I hope your being careful."

"Oh don't worry about me teach, I take birth control pills."

"That's not exactly what I meant Shelby, here's my car, be good and I'll see you tomorrow."

Michael watched from a safe distance. Jenny Thomas was an exceptionally attractive woman. Not in the super model vain, but none the less beautiful, classy. Michael watched Jenny drive off and was in the process of leaving the parking lot when he noticed Jenny's friend having problem's with her truck. Rolling down his window Michael asked if everything was alright. Michael noted the young girls initial apprehension upon seeing the large black man, but once she saw it was an unmarked police car she smiled.

"The dam thing won't start I think I left the lights on."

"I have some jumpers, let me help." Michael hooked up the jumpers and got the young girls car started. Michael also noted the way she was looking at him, Michael had seen the look before. The young co-ed was curious.

"There you go, start it up." Shelby jumped into the car and immediately started the car. Leaving the car running, Shelby got out and approached Michael with a big smile on her face.

"You are so nice, will you let me buy you a drink or something. I really appreciate your help. What's your name?"

"Steve and yes you can buy me a drink. I'm about to get off work, let me check out and we can meet at Wiley's say six o'clock."

"I'm Shelby and six it is."

The next morning Michael stopped at the Circle K and bought some Advil and a large cup of coffee. Michael regretted seducing the young co-ed. Michael promised he would call her, but that was not in the plan. The girl naively believed his name was Steve and hadn't even bothered to get a last name. Oh well he thought she was pretty good for a one night stand and Michael surmised correctly that she would forget about him in a couple of days. 

Bill waited two days for Andre's next e-mail. Bill had been checking almost every hour wanting to know what Andre thought of the picture. When he saw he had received mail his dick started getting hard even before he read it. Bill opened the message and noted there was an attachment. The message read;

if you would like to see this in your wife's cunt then write back other wise don't waist my time Andre

Bill opened the attachment, it was a picture of the largest cock he'd ever seen and it was black. Bill stared for awhile wondering what to do. Part of Bill warned him not to take this matter any further, another part was intensely excited, this was his fantasy and now he had someone to share it with. Bill soon rationalized that there would be no harm in playing along awhile so he wrote back.

i'm interested, but my wife would never go for swinging much less with a black man. i'm open to suggestions though bill

Michael read the note several times, how should he handle the guy. For sure the guy wasn't serious, but maybe he could work the situation to his advantage. Michael wrote back;

here are my condition 1st give me your mailing address po box is okay 2nd buy your wife some sexy cloths your taking her out this week end 3rd take a picture of the cloths you bought her e-mail the photo's and information today then wait for further instruction Andre

Bill read the mail and didn't know what to do. No way was he going to give the guy his mailing address, but he could get a po box across the street at the post office. Bill was really intrigued, so at lunch he obtained a po box and bought a very sexy dress at a downtown boutique. Returning to the office Bill used the office digital to take the pictures and promptly mailed the information and photo's to Andre.

The next e-mail from Andre read;

Tell me about your wife, what she likes and doesn't like. has she ever read porn, how about x-rated movies, fantasies, I want to know what kind of food she likes her favorite drink. in a couple of days you will receive a dvd in your po box. I want you to show it to your wife, that will be the beginning of her seduction to black cock

Bill answered all the questions as best he could in a subsequent e-mail. Bill felt there really wasn't any chance he would ever meet Andre, in fact he didn't believe he would receive a package, but the next day he did. The package contained two things, a DVD and a black dildo that was molded after the porn star Shawn Michaels. The package had been mailed directly from New York City, with no other information except the mail order houses phone number. Bill also received another e-mail with detailed instructions on what he was to do and say that evening. Bill called the place but they refused to give out any information. That afternoon he left the office early and went home. Jenny wasn't home yet so he played the disk.

The DVD contained scene after scene of well endowed black men pleasuring white women. The scenes were so hot Bill had to jerk himself off to relieve his hard on. Bill left the DVD in the bedroom player and jumped in the shower. Bill had purchased a couple of bottles of Jenny's favorite chard, which were cooling in the fridge. Bill couldn't wait for Jenny to get home.

Jenny was busy preparing her lecture for her next class when Shelby burst into the office.

"Good morning teach you are looking at one totally satisfied woman."

The meaning couldn't be clearer from Shelby's expression. "Shelby you are certifiably incorrigible. Jimmy?"

"Heaven's no, not that boy, I met the hottest man, gorgeous, thirty something, oh my god he is so good, his cock is this big." Shelby held her hands apart indicating that the man's cock was a foot long.

Jenny frowned at the word cock coming from her assistant. 

"I'm sorry Jenny, I guess I get carried away sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"I know, I know everyone tells me I talk to much, but really he's this big." Again Shelby spread her hands in a gesture that indicated a really big cock.

"Shelby don't you have work to do, I've got to get this lesson plan ready."

"Sorry, but Jenny have you ever been with a black man before?"

"Don't tell me, he's black right."

"Yes, oh god everything they say is true Jenny, Steve's a fantastic lover."

"Good, get to work."

"If you ever get the chance you should try it, you know what they say, once."

"Right, I've heard that, 'once you go black you won't go back.' Jesus go to work already."

"It's true you know, I can't wait to see him again."

Jenny gave Shelby a stern look that said work now. Shelby was quiet for two minutes before she went back to professing how great her black lover was in bed.

On the way home that night Jenny stopped at the H.E.B. food store to get groceries for dinner. Wandering the isles she bumped into a black man in the produce section. the man was well dressed and good looking.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I should look were I'm going." Jenny was standing close to him and could smell his cologne.

"It's okay I do that all the time." The man smiled at Jenny and was about to say something else when a lanky blonde walked up.

"There you are I've been looking all over for you, I've got what I need lets go." The woman gave Jenny a look that said stay the fuck away from my man. Jenny felt her face turn red, she wanted to explain nothing happened, but realized it was senseless.

Returning to her shopping Jenny started thinking about Shelby's description of her new boyfriend. Jenny had heard all the stories about black men and there sexual prowess. To hear Shelby tell it, this Steve fella was really something. Of course Shelby had raved about her two previous lovers, but not like this. God thought Jenny, if Shelby's Steve was any where near the size she described he was twice as big as Bill. One thing for sure, Jenny often found herself wondering what sex with other men would be like. Truth was, she often regretted not experimenting more before marriage. As for black men, like every woman she had heard the stories but it wasn't a fantasy she dreamed of. Jenny had a fantasy, but it was her fantasy and she never shared it with anyone.

Jenny turned another corner and saw another black man stocking shelves. The man caught her looking and smiled. Jenny blushed and promptly turned around. Jenny shopped a little longer and found herself wondering if the black man she bumped into had a big cock. God she thought, what was wrong with her, she was a happily married woman. Jenny felt guilty a guilt her father had forced upon her since she was a little girl. Jenny tried to clear her mind and continued shopping.

Jenny walked into the kitchen to the pleasant surprise that Bill had beat her home. There was a bouquet of flowers and next to them a glass of chilled wine.

"Wow, I must be doing something right," Jenny shouted.

Bill dressed in pajamas came in holding a glass of wine. "I just thought we were over do for a romantic evening." Bill had to hand it to Andre his instructions seemed to be working perfectly.

Jenny was stunned, this was so out of character for Bill. "This is so sweet, I can't believe it. this is your idea?" 

"Yes, you think I have a coach."

"No, it's just so nice, come here husband." Jenny pulled her husband to her and gave him a big kiss. "Wait right here while I slip into something comfortable." Jenny changed into a silk pajama top and panties. 

The couple had a light dinner and were well into the second bottle of wine by the time they retired into the bedroom.

"Jenny I hope you won't be angry but I have a surprise. I thought just for a change maybe an x-rated movie." Bill held up the disc.

Jenny was feeling pretty good and secretly she had always wanted to see a xxx movie. "I'm game, but I think you should know I hardly need any motive for ravishing you."

"Fantastic, that's my girl." Bill could hardly contain his excitement. It was like he was seducing his wife for the first time and his dick was very hard.

"Where did you get it?"

"Mail order." Bill quickly put it in the machine and hit play.

"What's it about?"

"The cover say's it's about a woman who kind of pay's a man to be her lover." Bill got in bed and looked over at Jenny, who was intently staring at the scene.

The scene opened with a woman looking out her window as a handsome black man approached. Jenny was surprised how beautiful the woman was. Jenny had a notion that the women would be unattractive and sleazy looking. This actress was blonde, beautiful and wonderfully built. "She's beautiful," Jenny said as she stared at the screen.

The man walked into the house as the woman led him up the stairs. Half way up the stairs the woman dropped to her knees and unbuckled the mans pants letting them drop to the floor. His cock was only semi-hard but it was remarkably big. The blonde caressed the black cock with both hands as she licked the underside of the black man's ball's. Jenny couldn't believe her eye's the man was huge. Bill glanced over at Jenny and guessed what she was thinking.

"That black guy has a huge cock doesn't he Jenny? His name is Shawn Michaels."

"God yes he's huge."Jenny's mouth was dry as she watched the woman stroke the black shaft to full erection. The man's cock was close to twice the size of Bill's though Jenny was careful not to divulge what she was thinking to Bill.

"I saw this black guy in college, his name was Fletcher, he was hung like that." Bill waited for Jenny's reaction. 

"Really you never mentioned it."

"That's because he ended up seducing my first wife. I'll tell you about it when the movie is over." This was almost to much information for Jenny who was totally enthralled in the movie.

Both actors were totally nude now and the white woman sat back on an elevated ledge on the landing of the stairs. The black man dropped to his knees and began eating the woman's pussy.




The Story



"She's really getting into it isn't she Jen?" Jenny's pussy was on fire, she couldn't believe the film was having this effect on her.

"She likes having that black man lick her pussy doesn't she. I don't think she acting do you."

From the woman's expressions and based upon what the man was doing to her Jenny didn't think the woman was acting either. "No she doesn't look like she's acting now." Jenny wanted to touch herself. Jenny's hand involuntarily strayed between her legs as she clamed down with her thighs on her hand.

Bill pulled Jenny over to him so that her head was resting on his chest. Propped up on pillows he could see the action on the TV screen. Bill then peeled down his boxer's exposing his dick. Jenny needed little encouragement as she immediately grasped his swollen dick. Only oral sex the instructions had stated, certainly Bill wasn't bound by the instructions. Yet he found it stimulating to follow them. Perhaps it was the idea that he was seducing his wife all over again, only this time the seduction was different. That was it, Bill thought, Bill with Andre's help was seducing Jenny all over again and it was already better than the first time. This time he would seduce his wife into his fantasy and she wouldn't even know it.

Jenny had her hand around Bill's dick as she watched the movie. Jenny stroked Bill's cock slowly and compared the size of Bill's cock to the actor's. The actor had finished licking and sucking on the woman's pussy and she had returned to sucking his big black cock. Using both hands the actress pumped the man's cock and still had a mouthful in her mouth. Jenny moved her head down and licked the pre-cum off Bill's slit.

"That feel's good babe, suck me like she's sucking him. God can you see how big his cock is." Bill smiled as Jenny nodded her head. She was really getting into it. Bill could feel the sperm rising in his balls.

Now the woman was on her back and spreading her legs. Jenny noticed for the first time that the actress's had shaved her pussy clean. The woman body now had a thin sheen of perspiration and her pussy lips glistened with anticipation. Jenny rubbed her legs to together as she sucked Bill's dick. The Black man placed his cock at the opening of the woman's pussy and began rubbing it up and dow the woman's wet slit. Then forcefully the man pushed his heavy cock into her pussy. Slowly he worked the cock in deeper and deeper. The pleasure on the woman's face was unmistakable. the woman was close to cuming, this was clear to Jenny. The woman became more and more vocal, she was crying out now as she came and she was grabbing her breast's and pulling on them hard. Jenny's nipple's like the woman's were hard.

Between Jenny's sucking and the fucking on screen Bill found it impossible to hold back. Bill's ass and legs began to contract as his cum shot out of his dick into Jenny's mouth.

Jenny had slipped her free hand back between her legs and had slipped her finger under the elastic waste band of her panties. Jenny was rubbing her clit when she felt her husband's dick begin to expand and spurt cum into her mouth. Jenny squeezed Bill's shaft hard as she milked the sperm out of his shriveling dick. Two, three jets of cum shot into her mouth, before Bill's dick began to shrink. Jenny savored the taste of her husbands sperm as the black stud continued his ravishment of the beautiful blonde. 

"That was so good babe. One good turn deserves another." Bill reached over to the night table and produced the dong. Jenny was still starring at the TV screen and hadn't noticed what Bill had in his hand.

"Honey why don't you slip out of those panties," Bill asked as he unbuttoned and opened the silk top. Jenny in one quick motion hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and slid them off.

Bill started on her neck and kissed his way down to her tits. Jenny's nipples were already hard and completely erect. As Bill sucked on Jenny's nipple's she caressed his head still watching the blackman pummeling the blonde. Jenny couldn't believe the mans staying power. Bill now worked his way down between Jenny's legs. Jenny was wet, very wet, the movie had made her hotter than he'd ever seen her. Bill let his tongue dance across her clit. Jenny's hips seemed to quiver as Bill licked her clit.

The black man was sliding the entire length of his cock in and out of the blonde. Jenny couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that massive black cock in her pussy. Her husbands tongue was creating an itch and she wanted a cock to satisfy that itch. Unfortunately Jenny knew from past experience that Bill rarely fucked her more than once a night. Then Jenny glanced down and saw the black dong lying on the bed next to her leg.

"Bill is that what I think it is?"

Bill sheepishly looked up from between Jenny's legs. "Yes, your not angry are you, it came with the DVD. It's molded after the actor in the movie."

"Your joking."

"No look, It's so a woman watching the movie can experience what it's like to make love to that guy." Bill was adlibbing in hopes Jenny wouldn't be angry. Bill needn't have worried.

"Oh that is so wicked. It's so big though, I doubt it will fit."

"I'll go slow hon, just ly back and watch the movie."

Bill was surprised at how quickly Jenny had agreed to trying the huge black dong. Bill ran the realistic cock head along Jenny's wet slit. Slowly he pushed the tip between the folds of Jenny's cunt lips. Bill was getting hard again, three times in one day, that had happened to Bill since he was in college. 

Jenny was up on her elbows watching as her husband pushed the black cock into her pussy. Then glancing back at the screen she checked the actor's cock, incredibly the dong was exactly like the cock. Bill had gotten the head in to her pussy and it felt pleasantly stretched. Now Jenny found herself pushing down on the big black dong. Jenny started breathing harder.

"Does it feel good Jen?"

"Oh yeah."

Bill's dick was rock hard. Bill had a good three inches in Jenny and was sliding it in and out slowly. With each stroke he would push another half inch into her pussy. Jenny's cunt lips were stretched around the dong and he wondered when she would stop him. Bill was determined to fuck his wife senseless with the black cock he held in his hand. Jenny's hips were starting to thrust up in anticipation with each stroke. Bill knew she was close to cuming.

"Jen you want me to give you more?"

"Yes more."

Jenny's pussy was gushing with her lubricant as she came hard on the black dong. Jenny glanced back at the screen from time to time but could no longer concentrate. Jenny was forcefully pushing down on the dong as Bill pushed it in. Jenny could feel every vein and bulge on the life like cock. Jenny wanted all of the dong in her now and Bill was going to slow. Jenny reached down and grabbing Bills hand forced the cock in deeper.

"Harder Bill I want it in, push it all the way in now."

Jenny had a good six inches in her and Bill pushed forcefully burying the dong all the way to the fake balls. Jenny came again, now her eye's were closed and Bill wondered if she was fantasying about the black actor.

"So is it good Jen, do you like the way this black cock feels in your pussy?" Bill pushed the black dong harder and watched as Jenny began fucking herself with the life like cock.

Jenny was trembling now, the orgasm was the strongest she had ever experienced. Jenny's whole body felt electric, her pussy filled perfectly, the way it was meant to be filled. Jenny arched her back raising her ass off the mattress, as she helped Bill push the dong even deeper. The head of the dong touching places Bill's cock simply couldn't reach.

"Oh yes it feels goooooooooood. Fuck meeee." 

Bill had never heard Jenny use language like that before. Bill thrilled at the response he was getting from Jenny. Wanting to push the envelope more bill egged her on. "I bet you'd like to know what a real black cock felt like one that was going to fill you up with cum."

Jenny was thinking that very thing when Bill asked her, with out thinking and forgetting the black cock in her pussy was fake she cried out, "yes, yes cum in me." 

Seeing his wife that excited was too much for Bill, who's dick began spurting cum. " Cum with me Jen, cum on this black cock."

"I'm cuming, fuck me, oh yeah, yeah fuck, ohhh fuck, yeah." Jenny's voice seemed to trail off as she stopped bucking against the dong, collapsing in the bliss of the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Lying there, Jenny couldn't believe what had just happened. Jenny in her entire life had never done anything like it. Lying there eye's closed waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Jenny felt a sort of guilt like she shouldn't have enjoyed so much. Jenny felt Bill leave the bed and was trying to regain her breath. Jenny's eye's were still closed when Bill took a picture. Opening her eye's Bill snapped off another one in rapid succession. It was then that Jenny realized that Bill had taken a picture of her with her legs spread wide and the huge dong still buried in her cunt.

"Bill what in the hell do you think your doing." Jenny in a panic closed her legs and pulled the sheet over her. then feeling the dong between her legs pulled it out.

"Calm down Jen, it's just a joke I really didn't take one. I'm sorry."

"Christ Bill what's gotten into you."

"Me, how about you, admit it, you loved what just happened. You loved the movie and you especially loved using that dong." Bill was grinning ear to ear and it was contagious. Jenny smiled back at him.

"Okay, okay, but you better not show that picture to anyone or I will personally kill you."

"But I told you, I didn't take a picture."

"Right, what a perv, I can't believe I married you. Now get back in bed and put this away." Jenny pulled the dong out from under the sheets and held it out for Bill.

"What we done?"

Jenny looked at Bill's dick which was no longer hard and rolled her eye's. "Your done," and waving the dong Jenny said, "and I've had enough of this for tonight, so shut the TV off and come to bed." Drained and completely satisfied Jenny fell asleep immediately.

Chap. 4

The next morning Jenny woke with a minor head ache and a slight soreness between her legs. Bill had already left for work and Jenny was late getting up. Still she languished in bed a while thinking about the night before. Jenny in her wildest imaginings could never have anticipated what transpired. The movie and the huge black cock. Rolling to Bill's side of the bed she opened the night stand and pulled out the black cock. The rubber felt life like, and the weight, it was heavy. Jenny flipped on the TV and started the DVD. There was that black actor and now he was with another woman. Jenny started watching the movie, work could wait.

Bill could hardly sleep after his night with Jenny. Bill finished typing out the note , attached the photo's and sent the e-mail. Andre probably thought Bill would never have the balls to show Jenny the X-rated movie much less use the dong. Bill couldn't wait to see the guy's response. Bill waited all morning and grew anxious waiting for Andre to write back.

Michael read the e-mail and opened the attached photographs. Incredible, Michael had challenged Bill to show his wife the movie and to use the dildo and sure enough the guy had done it. The only question now was how much farther he could take Bill. Michael wrote;

I take it your wife liked the movie and black cock. Not a surprise really all women do. now it is time for you to take her a little further in preparation for her first real cock. Take her out this weekend to a club were you are likely to run into single black men. Have her wear the new dress and get her buzzed before you go, then encourage her to dance with one or two of the men. tell me what happens tomorrow and remember if you want this to work do as I say. Andre

Bill curious were this was going wrote back;

When do we meet you and where? Andre wrote back a very brief note.

Not yet, first do as I say.

Jenny barely made it to her first class. As she ran into class her pussy tingled. Jenny had used the dong again that morning while she watched the movie. The black dong was so much larger than Bill's cock yet Jenny couldn't help but notice how well it fit in her pussy. Jenny had fucked herself silly with the thing. Several times during her lecture she found herself drifting off in a daydream, were she would be thinking of scenes from the movie. Jenny literally had to force herself to concentrate on the lecture.

After class Jenny returned to her office. Shelby was ar her desk and barely uttered a word as Jenny closed the door behind her.

"Hey what's up, your awful quite today."

"Steve hasn't called."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, but I know you, you'll get over it."

"I don't know Jenny he was really nice."

"Honey, this is a big campus. You'll forget about this guy in no time."

The rest of the afternoon went by slowly for Jenny. Jenny couldn't get the events from the previous night out of her mind. Part of Jenny was disgusted with how she reacted to the movie and that big black cock. The woman in her wanted to do it again, but that wasn't the worst part. What bothered Jenny the most is that she repeatedly found herself wondering what it would be like to experience a real black man.

That evening after work on her way out to her car Jenny spotted Shelby leaning up against a car in the lot. Shelby was talking to a tall slender black man and by the way Shelby was acting she was clearly smitten with the guy.

"Shelby see you Monday," Jenny said on her way to the car.

"Mrs Thomas this is Roy Wilson. Roy this is my boss Professor Thomas."

"Nice to meet you Roy. Roy Wilson as in quarterback?"

"Yes Professor."

Jenny gave Shelby the I told you so look.

"Okay so you were right Professor. Come on Roy why don't you show me your playbook." Shelby looked back over her shoulder and gave Jenny a wink as the young couple walked away.

"What was she right about Shelby?"

"I'll tell you later Roy."

Bill was waiting at home when Jenny arrived.

"Your home early sweetheart."

"Jen I have something for you." Bill handed Jenny a vodka martini and a box containing the new dress he had purchased her. Jenny took a long sip from the drink and began opening the box.

"Gosh Bill maybe we should have started watching those X-rated movies sooner. I can't believe what's come over you, but I love it." 

"Jen last night was fantastic, you were so sexy. I've never seen you so hot. I want to go out tonight and show you off. Inside the box is something i want you to wear." 

Jenny opened the box and pulled out the dress. Holding it up to her shoulders Jenny walked over to a mirror and looked at the dress. The dark brown dress was a floral print with thin straps at the shoulder and a plunging neck line.

"I'm going to try it on right now."

"First finish your drink babe, I want to make a new batch." Jenny downed the Martine and ran into the bedroom.

Jenny didn't know what had come over Bill, but she loved the attention. Bill was being so romantic. Not to mention, this new found attention did a lot to ease the nagging guilt she felt for the lewd behavior she had displayed the night before. Jenny stripped and tried on the dress, The deep neck line showed her bra so she took the dress off and removed her bra. Slipping the dress back on, she looked in the mirror. The dress fit her perfectly and must have been expensive. the length was just above the knee, but the neck line,she though showed too much of her boob's.

Slipping on high heels she walked out to Bill, who handed her a second Martine.

"I don't know it's a little racy, don't you think honey." Jenny did a spin turn for Bill.

"No way, you look unbelievable. God you make me hard just looking at you."

"You shouldn't have spent this money, this had to be expensive."

"Forget the money it's worth it just seeing you in it."

"Tonight where do you want to go."

"Six street."

"God it's been years since we've been down there. What's gotten over you anyway?"

"After last night it feels like I'm just getting to know you. I really loved what happened last night Jen, it was fantastic."

"You don't think we over did it?"

"No way, I want to do that and more."

"I don't know about more, that was pretty wild Bill."

"Okay, okay, you ready."

"No, I've got to do my hair and put on some make up lover boy."

"Why you look great." Jenny finished off her second drink and handed the empty glass to Bill.

"Make me another, I'll be ready in ten minutes."

Michael sat in his unmarked car about a half block from the Thomas residence. A lot of cops hated the tedium that accompanied any stakeout. Michael found it peaceful. Michael had been waiting for over an hour since Jenny had returned home from work. Quietly Michael sat there and wondered what exactly was going on inside the house. Michael opened the thermos and poured some coffee into a cup. Soon he would meet Jenny, watching her the last few days he was getting a picture of the woman. Jenny Thomas was not quite what he expected. Bill had written that she liked music, all kinds, theater, old fashion romance novels and sports. A college professor and good looking, that was total understatement. The garage door opened and the couple pulled out.

Michael followed them to Jeffrey's in downtown Austin. The restaurant was small so Michael decided to wait outside. Michael didn't want Bill to get suspicious. Picking up the phone he called Sly.

"Hi, it's me. How you doing."

"Good, better now that you called."

"You free later."

"Of course."

"Good, then I'll call you later and we can meet . Say in two hours or so."

"I'll be waiting, Michael I missed you this week." Sly waited for Michael to answer, but realized after the silence he had already hung up. Sly hung up the phone disappointed in herself. A woman like her should have know better than to fall for a guy like Michael. Michael was the kind of guy that would never be satisfied with a girl like her. Sure Michael liked her kinky sides, the problem was there was more to her than that. Sly had run through a lot of men over the last few years. Some treated her like a common slut. Then there were the guys that wanted to make a nun out of her. Michael was different, educated, well spoken, worldly, yet very much the bad boy. Physically he was imposing, a big man, the biggest in the cock department and with an appetite for sex like no man she had ever met. Michael always treated her with respect, like an equal, but he wouldn't commit.

Sly put her hair up in rollers and glanced in the mirror. At Thirty five she was still very attractive , but the long nights, the booze and the smoke were taking their toll. How long could she keep up this life style not long. Sly thought about Ruby, a dancer she met when she started working some fifteen years ago. Ruby was already in her mid thirties then. They worked together for over a year, Ruby was like a mom to Sly. The two women worked for a guy name Frank, who owned all the nude bars in Tampa. One day Sly came into the dressing room to find Ruby packing her costumes and make-up. 

"Ruby what are you doing?"

"Frank wants me to dance at the Nebraska Ave. club."

"Why, that place is bad for tips and the those crackers over there are fucked up." Sly knew the real answer. Ruby's tips and table dances were way, way down. The other girls were saying she was washed up, old.

"I know Sly, you don't have to tell me. Look it's only for a little while. I've know this was coming, I've made arrangements. I'm going to retire, I'll be fine. Remember sooner or later it happens to all of us. Take care sweetie."

It was two years later, just before she left Tampa for Texas, that a friend mentioned she had seen Ruby. The friend said she had seen Ruby standing on a corner hooking. The girl said Ruby looked unkempt and strung out on drugs. Sly looked for Ruby, but never found her. The reality was there was few fairy tail endings for girls like her. 




The Story



"This story contains no sex" 

What is there to say? I like erotic stories, especially the cheating wife tales. Their emotional impact ties my stomach in knots and leaves me desiring more. Ecstatic, I discovered treasure troves of stories at various sites on line and finding them required little effort on my part.

I amazed myself at the diligence with which I investigated these sites, searching out the "old classics," authored by a variety of gifted writers. The process had taken almost a year. Truthfully, finding them took only half the time, the other half was spent reading, re-reading, and commenting on them, I loved to share my thoughts and feelings.

When my search was over, I discovered a desolate void between new "classics". Yeah I know those voids don't last that long but try telling an addict like me. I became grateful for the old "classics", re-reading my favorite stories kept the walls of the void from closing in. 

Every night, like my poor fellow addicted kinsmen, I could be found at my computer gleaning through new stories. We are constantly searching for that new "classic", always hoping to find one, bringing relief to the drought of many disappointing nights. 

An idea for a new story came to mind and I thought 'If others can try their hand at writing, why not me.' I knew the stereotypes and old plotlines, so sitting down decided to open myself up and let my story out.

First I would need an outline, get the basics down. Coffee by my side, I sat down at my computer and started to type. Believe it or not, the words started to make sense, at least to me. 

So I started writing... 

Outline for the story of "My Cheating Wife" 

'Oh yeah that's an original story title, I can change it later. Most of this I will leave unchanged, maybe a comment or two here and there. I don't want to get confused. What names to use? How about Mike and Betty, that's our real names? Knowing Betty, she wouldn't mind.' 

Main Characters: Mike and Betty 

'I remember that one guy I talked to on IM, WobblyDonkey, does a good job of setting up his stories. He said it's best to keep an outline simple and fill in the gaps later.' 

It started when I first met Betty, how beautiful she was and is still.

The courtship lasted six months. We filled those moments with sentimental memories of our first hand holding, kisses, caresses, the pure fire of the first touch of her breasts, and making love for the first time with a passion I could not have imagined.

The planning, preparing, and the wedding were an ordeal and half.

The honeymoon was storybook perfect; we should have lived happily ever after.

Two kids, a boy and a girl, were enough. We couldn't figure out how to get the other 0.7 so we quit there. Let another average American couple have our extra fraction.

Ten years of marriage had seen us through thick and thin. Now I was mid-management and doing well. Betty was personal secretary to her company's CEO and doing quite well herself. Life should have been just peachy keen for us.

'Ok I've set up the marriage. Now, how do I find out about the affair, a letter? A mystery phone call? Or found the condom? nah too harsh.... Wait, I have it...' 

The Mountain View Motel, what a dump! It was one of only six motels in our small to midsize town. It was an absolute fluke, being there that day and seeing the fatal sight of my wife and best bud, Randy going into one of the rooms. Yes, I used the word fatal, something inside me died instantly, it would never live again as it had before, innocence's lost forever.

'Now to get evidence, nothing like the old stand by.' 

I had used all my vacation and sick days, unable to take off work, I hired a P.I... A week later I had the full report with all the details.

Every Tuesday and Thursday for the past four months, they had been taking two hour lunches to meet at the Motel. Probably surmising they would never be caught, being the last place on earth any decent human being would be found dead.

'I need a catch, a zinger to get the cheating wife zealots REALLY going...Oh yeah... '

The listening device caught the most important fact; Betty was pregnant and didn't want to have an abortion. She would convince me that it was mine. Randy was scared if I found out I would beat him to a bloody pulp, before killing him. He was brighter than I gave him credit for. 

Decision time, divorce or work it out, the most difficult part to decide... 'and to write about.'

********

Well, that was my outline, twenty-eight lines in all. A lot of old plot rehash in some ways, but in reality how different can people's lives be in the first place? I was just elated and excited about doing my first story. Preparing the birth of these simple ideas to bring them to life and deliver them to paper had been easier and yet more difficult than I'd imagined. 

I could send this to my other bud from IM, DorkWithoutClass, to see what kind of ending he would have in mind. Since the two of us argue over every detail of other stories, I was hoping our spirited give and take could make this story come out a lot stronger. 

Betty would review it for flow and detail and once it's finished, hopefully she could edit it for me. She had been a straight "A" literature student in high school and college. 

When I pushed the print button on my computer I felt the rush of accomplishment. This was my outline and I was now holding it in my hand. I left the outline on the coffee table and attached a note asking for her thoughts and comments. Honestly I needed to know if she disagreed with any of the details and would appreciate her input on correcting them since time was of the essence to me. 

Getting through the work day was murder. I was a nervous wreck all day, excited about finding what Betty thought of my story idea and getting back to work on it. Couldn't believe how excited I was over this stupid story. It was a tremendous relief to finally head out the door and race home. 

Rushing into the house, I noticed Betty's car was in her space. I was sure by now she had found the outline and knowing her, she'd probably read it immediately. 

Betty looked like hell, red eyed, crying, no sobbing actually, holding my outline in her hand. Shit, I hadn't thought using her name as a cheating wife would upset her this much. I should have consulted with her first, felt like a real heel. 

"Betty I... 

Before I could finish she cried out a desperate plea "Please don't leave me!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"  I respond, reeling in confusion to the hysterical sound of her voice. 

"It was a huge mistake, I never intended for it to happen. I should have stopped, but for some strange reason I couldn't say no. I'm sorry about getting pregnant, that was so stupid. I will call and schedule an abortion first thing in the morning. I had no idea you knew everything until I read this. You don't need to go to the trouble of writing the rest, I won't fight you no matter what you decide, just please believe I love you, and only you and will do anything to save our marriage."  She confessed, her voice now raw with terror.

Collapsing into my easy chair as Betty looked at my face, I knew the one thing she couldn't understand. Why I was sitting with such a shocked expression etched upon my face with my mouth hanging open, when obviously from the outline in her hand, I already knew the entire story. 

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The Story



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Sept. 20
Dear Diary,  in most ways today was normal. Work was o.k. and I goofed off when I got
home. I had a strange call from Jim,  one of my fellow workers. He suggested that I check
out "The Story"  by Cedrick the Conqueror on Literotica. He said that I might like it. I
went to the site and found that it was erotic short stories. I didn't bother to open up the
story.  I don't know why he wanted me to read erotica. It isn't as if we are close or
anything. He's a bit of a geek but seems to be harmless. He's geeky enough so that I
doubt he has a steady girlfriend. But, I shouldn't talk. Two months ago I found my
boyfriend, of two years, living with a blond slut; and dumped him.

Sept. 21
Friday, at last! The work day went by rather quickly. I had an interesting problem to solve
in the lab.  Jim asked me if I had read the story yet. I told him no, and that I wasn't sure I
wanted to. He just smiled and said "I think you will." 

When I got home I realized that I needed to do the laundry as well as a stack of dishes
that have been "aging" in one side of the sink. Ugh. Why do I let things slide?  Oh yeah, I
like to procrastinate.

Sept 22
With fall coming soon I had to do a lot of garden work today. Many bulbs had to be dug
out and carefully stored for the winter. I bought half a bushel of corn and got it bagged
and in the freezer. I also got a bushel of peaches and made spiced peach jam, peach jelly,
and peach preserves. 

After all that work, I was ready for a long hot bath and bed.

Sept 23
Church was good today. It was the third Sunday of the Month and we had a coffee hour
after the service was over. Some of our church members can really cook. One of them
made raspberry tarts! Oh, were they good! When I got home I ate and did the crossword
puzzle in the Sunday paper. By mid afternoon I was a bit bored. I didn't feel like doing
much of anything so I got on the computer to surf the web. I don't know why, or how, but
I suddenly found myself on the Literotica site with "The Story"  by Cedrick the
Conqueror sitting in front of me. I figured, what the hell, I'm already here, I've got
nothing better to do, I'll just read it so Jim won't keep bothering me at work. The story
was short, and; I don't know how to put it. Disturbing, exciting, too close to home, or
maybe a little bit of all of them. I decided to print it off and include it in with today's
ramblings.



The Story
Copyright 2008 by Cedrick the Destroyer 

My name is James had a problem. It seemed insurmountable for the longest time. I was
secretly in love with a gorgeous, smart, and nice woman at work. My problem is that I
don't handle rejection very well. It took me two years to get over losing my first steady
girl friend. I swore I wouldn't fall into deep emotional attachment again. Then I met her.
For convenience I'll give her a fictitious name; let's call her Sharon.  One of my hobbies
is writing erotica. One night the solution hit me.  I'd write a story about how I'd treat my
secret love. The problem was that, as far as I knew, she didn't read any erotica. I decided
to write the story anyway. It goes like this.

It had been a long hard day at work. A rush job had come along. There had been a
reported failure in a satellite component that we had built. The panic was that we needed
to determine what had failed as well as how and why it failed. Sharon had problems
concentrating that day. As it turns out she had found out that her boyfriend was cheating
on her. She looked like she was devastated. I helped her as much as I could and then
suggested that I prepare dinner for us at my place. She wasn't interested. I changed tack,
I suggested that I bring over the stuff for the meal cook it, and clean up after it. It took
some persuading, but she finally agreed to let me come over. She finally admitted that she
needed to do shopping for food and just didn't feel up to it.

I arrived at her place at 5:00 p.m.. I brought my own cooking tools, plates, silver, and
crystal glasses. (I used the good stuff that I normally only use for big family affairs.)
Anyway, I suggested that she relax while I prepared the meal. I told her that it would take
two hours, but would be worth the wait.  She agreed and I started to cook. Now, this may
sound strange, but I love cooking. I'm also a very good cook!  Tonight's meal was to be
cheese stuffed baked potatoes, peas, tossed salad, and T-bone steaks.  I had brought a
blue cheese vinaigrette for the salad and a nice light wine to go with it. Dessert, I
purchased. I love Napoleons but am not a very good pastry chef.

At about 7:15 I had set the table, gotten the food all plated and called to Sharon that it
was ready. You should have seen her face when she saw what was on the table. 

"James, you shouldn't have. This is a much fancier meal than I would ever have by
myself. Why did you go to so much trouble."

"Because I really like you Sharon. To me, you are a very special person.  I realize that
you don't think of me that way, but the meal starts to show you how I feel." 

I'm sure My face turned deep red as I said that.  I held out her chair for her and brought
the chilled wine to the table. There wasn't a lot of talking for the next twenty minutes or
so. I kept hearing  "mmmmmmmmmmm"s and such from Sharon. As I said before, I am a
relatively good cook.  As we finished the main meal I told her that dessert was one of my
favorites, but I hadn't made it.  You should have seen her face light up when I brought the
dessert plates with the Napoleons on them, over to the table.

As we finished, I told her to go relax while I did the cleanup. She did exactly that, for
about ten minutes. While I was washing the dishes, including the dirty ones that she had
from earlier in the week I sensed that I was being watched.  I turned around and saw
Sharon standing in the doorway. She had a puzzled look on her face. 

"Tell me again: why did you go to all this trouble?"

"Actions speak much louder than words. I really, really like you and wanted to please
you." 

"How long have you been thinking about doing this?"

This was now getting a bit uncomfortable. "For about two years or so."

"Why didn't you hint that you liked me?"

"I have been rejected, one too many times,  in high school and in college. I form deep
feelings and it takes an incredible length of time for them to heal. My last rejection was
five years ago and I am now mostly over it.  ......  Maybe I've already said too much. I
hope I haven't offended you."


Sharon just stood there for a minute or two. To me it seemed like hours. 

Sharon had a lot to think about. She had known James for two years now and he had
never done anything to hurt anyone. In fact he had gone out of his way to be as helpful as
he could. As far as she knew, he didn't spread gossip or look for "one night stands", or
such. How did she feel about this situation. He was a good cook, and had gone out of his
way to make a wonderful meal for them. She had no current boyfriend. James wasn't
overly good looking, but he wasn't ugly either. She had seen, at work, that he was a
gentleman. In one case she knew of he had helped one of the production line workers who
had been hurt.  Her blouse had been caught in a moving machine and it had been ripped
off. She was bruised and only had on a bra to prevent everyone from seeing her breasts.
James, who is on the safety team, immediately brought in a blanket. He held it up so that
he could only see her face. He wrapped the blanket around her and then treated the
wounds to her arms. He didn't have to do that. But it was obvious that he wanted to. 
What did she feel? She didn't know, but she wanted to find out more about this strange
man. 

"Can I help you with the dishes?"

James wasn't sure he had heard right. 

"This dinner was for you, you don't have to help with the dishes."

"But, I want to."

With a big smile on his face, James handed her the drying towel.  "I'd love your
company."

When the dishes were done Sharon invited James into her living room.  She put on some
music. Her choice was Rachmaninoff's second piano concerto. James immediately smiled
and said: "I love this piece. The first music recording that I ever bought was in seventh
grade. This was the piece and it was played by Leonard Pinario. I've all but worn out
that recording. Did you know that Rachmaninoff had been through a bout of melancholia
and had some psychiatric/hypnotic help to regain his confidence to write music? This is
the first piece that he wrote after his treatment."

"No, I didn't know that. How did you pick that information up?"

"Well, music has been my refuge of choice when I am lonely. When I got to college I
decided to have two minors. Music was the second one."

"Do you play any instruments?"

"I play at the piano a bit. I just don't have any natural talent at it."

As they listened Sharon could see that James was essentially lost in the music.  He didn't
listen to it as if it was background music; he Listened to the piece. Sharon liked that.
After the concerto was over, James got up and said: "I had better gather my cooking stuff
and head home. It's getting late and I'm sure that you have other things to do than  to
just talk with me."

Sharon helped him bring his stuff out to his car and wished him a good night. He smiled
and said: "Maybe we can do this again some time, if you want."

Sharon found herself saying, "I'd like that."

****************************************************

Late the next week Sharon had an accident at work. She had been lifting an instrument
off one of the upper shelves and hadn't expected to be as heavy as it was. She kept from
dropping it, but badly wrenched her shoulders and back.  At the end of the day she asked
James to drive her home. 

When they got in Sharon, who was obviously in pain, said: "I need to ask a big favor. I
know I can trust you.  I don't have any women friends that I can trust as much. I need to
have muscle lineament rubbed into my back and shoulders. This isn't a come-on, this is a
true need. Would you help me?"

"Yes, of course. Tell me exactly what you want done and how you want it done." 

"I need to go into my room and lay face down across the bed. I'll obviously have to
remove my blouse and bra. When I am face down I want you to bring in the liniment that
is in my medicine cabinet over the sink and gently work the muscles for me."

James said, "o.k., but you will need to tell me where your bedroom is." 

"It's the second door on the left after the bathroom."

James went into the bathroom and found the needed lineament. He also saw a heating
pad. He waited for Sharon to call him in. 

James almost lost it when he walked into her room. She was on the bed, face down but
totally  nude on top.   He swallowed hard and moved over to the bed. 

"To do this right I'm going to have to be on the bed as well.  Is that all right with you?"

"Yes."

James took some of the lineament and warmed it in his hands . He then started on
Sharon's lower back. He kneaded the muscles and worked hard enough to help but not
hard enough to hurt. He slowly moved up her back until he reached her shoulders. 

"I'm going to get off the bed and kneel on the floor in front of you so that I can reach
your shoulders and upper arms. Is that O.K.?"

"Yes, that sounds good. You know, you are very good at this. Have you had a lot of
practice?"

"Yeah, sort of, my sister was a marathon runner. After a long hard run she needed her
muscles worked over so she wouldn't cramp up. That, however, was a much more
thorough rubdown. It included the gluteus maximus and medius, as well as all the leg and
back muscles."

"How did you do that? To do that job right you would need her to be totally nude and
work on both her back and front?"

"Yup. I sure did. Remember, that was my sister. I love her too much to do anything
inappropriate with her."

Sharon was thinking deeply about what she had just heard.  He had massaged his sister
all but completely and didn't take advantage of her. This was something new to Sharon.

As the shoulders were finished James asked "I brought in your portable phone and the
heating pad. Would you like heat on your lower back?"

"Yes, please. Just set it for low."

"You've got it. If you don't need anything else I'll wash my hands and head home. You
know my number. I can be here within ten minutes if you need me.  Don't be afraid to
call, even if it is to cook you something to eat." 

"Thank you James. You're a real friend."

And with that, James left to go home. Sharon suddenly realized that James could have
very easily felt the sides of her breasts while rubbing her back and just claimed it was a
slip of the hand.  But he hadn't.  He had acted as professionally as a good doctor or
nurse.  This James had a depth of character that she had never before found, except in
her own father.

****************

It was three in the morning when James received the call. 

"Hello"

"I need help, James. I thought the rubdown and heat had fixed things enough that I could
take a long hot soaking bath.  Just in case I brought the phone in with me.  I can't get out
of the tub. I don't know who else to call.  Can you come and help me?"

"Yes, but are you sure you want me? After all, most people don't wear any clothes for a
bath."

"Please come and help."

 "I'll be there in ten minutes. Oh, I forgot, I locked your front door. How will I get in?"

"Next to the front steps there are two small fake milk cans. The spare key is on a magnet
inside the left one."

"See you in ten."

James found the key and entered the house. He had thrown on a T-shirt and a pair of
shorts.  He had slippers on his feet.

James approached the door and knocked, then said "I didn't want to startle you by just
walking in. Can you tell me where you keep your clean towels?"

"They're in a closet between here and my bedroom. Why do you ask?"

"You'll see. Is there still water in the tub?"

"Yes"

"Can you use your foot to drain the tub?"

"Yes, it's draining."

James found a large beach towel.   "Let me know when the water is all out. And, is your
head toward the door or away from it?"

"Away from it, why?"

"You'll see."

"The tub is empty."

James opened the door so that he wouldn't be looking into the bathroom. He then held
the beach towel up in front of him so that he could only see the far wall of the bathroom.
As he entered he slowly lowered the towel until he could see Sharon's face. He then
moved forward and draped the towel around her so that from her knees to her neck she
was covered by the towel.  

"Now, I can help you out one of several ways. I can have you put your arms around my
neck and hold you at your waist. I can simply pick you up like you would pick up a child.
Or, we can do it any other way if you have a preference. Which would you like?"

Sharon was almost in shock. She had steeled herself for having to have James look at her
nude body, but he had found a way to save her pride. This wasn't how things would
normally be."

"Do you think you can pick me up like a child?"

"No problem."

James squatted down next to the tub, put an arm under Sharon's knees and the other arm
behind her upper body.  He then took a deep breath and while exhaling he stood up
carrying her with him.  "Where to my lady?"

"Could you seat me on the john? I need to go very badly."

James opened the lid of the toilet with his foot and carefully placed her on the seat. He
immediately turned his back and walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind
him. 

I a few moments he heard her voice again, "James, I have a problem. I can't twist myself
around to get the toilet paper and I can't bend enough to wipe myself. Can you help?"

"Are you sure? I can't do that without seeing you and touching you. Is that really what
you want?"

"Yes."

"Pull the towel up so that you are mostly covered and then I will come in."

"O.K."

James walked in, knelt on the floor next to the toilet seat and took some toilet paper in his
hand. 

"I've had a bowel movement as  well as taking a pee. I need wiping both places."

"O.K., here's how I think it will be done. I'll reach under you from the front to wipe your
butt until it's clean. Then I'll hand you some paper to wipe off the rest of you. Is that
o.k.?"

"It's more than o.k., you are incredibly thoughtful."

"I value you too much to take advantage of you."

That said, James cleaned her bottom and handed her some fresh paper to finish off.

He stood and headed into the hall. "I'm going to bring in a fresh towel so that we won't
get your bed wet."

James held up the towel while Sharon dropped the other towel over the edge of the tub.
He then wrapped her, lifted her up, and carried her to her bed.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Yes, a small glass of water and the bottle of muscle relaxants in the kitchen cabinet
where the cups are kept."

James went and got the medicine and helped her take the pills. 

"Is there anything else you want or need?"

"Yes, but I'd be imposing on you."

"What is it."

"Will you stay here? The way this back feels I will need help doing a lot of things for the
next few days."

"No problem, I've got a lot of built up vacation time that the boss has been bugging me
to use. I'm at your command."

"You are a lifesaver, thank you."

"Don't mention it, it is truly my pleasure."

Five days later Sharon's back was approaching normal.  In those five days she realized
that James was exactly the type of man that she wanted to live with, forever. She decided
to take a big risk. 

"James"

"Yes, do you need something?"

"Yes I do, but I don't know if you will help me with it or not."

"What do you need?"

"I need you to be around me the rest of my life. Is that doable?"

James had tears running down his cheeks. He knelt down beside the bed and, for the very
first time, kissed her. 

"Yes, I would love to be your husband. It would make me the happiest man on earth."

************************************

Sept 23 (continued)
I read the rest of the story and loved it. It included married scenes where James and
Sharon mutually pleased each other and grew closer and closer. It was at that time that I
realized that Jim, at work, had written a story indicating how much he loved me.  I
decided to send him a quick e-mail. All I said was: "I loved the story!"





Sept 24
At work, Jim walked up to me and said: "How about I bring over the stuff for supper
tonight, cook it, and clean up after it." Before he could finish asking I had taken him in
my arms, and kissed him. 

"Yes, I would love to have dinner with you. After looking at the profile for Cedric the
Conqueror I realized that it was you.  I really do want to spend a lot more time with you.
Do you think you could do that?"

All he did was grin and say; "Yes."

The end, and the beginning.



The Story



I was in the hot tub alone when Penny and Rita came out. I admired their voluptuous bodies as they dropped their robes and got in. They sat down opposite me and we talked about things. I tried to not look at their breasts as they bobbed in the water across from me.

There were four couples at the party. Penny and Bill Smith. Penny had nice round hips with a narrow waist and large, firm breasts that still jutted out despite having two kids. Rita and her husband, Bill Jones. Rita's breasts were enormous with large aureole and half inch long nipples when soft. I wondered how long they would get if she got excited. Both of them had long, slender legs. Back in the house was my wife, Linda, with a body and face that I will always refer to as a '10+' and Dan and Karen Williams. Karen was a slender brunette with a body that I had fucking in my dreams too many times to count. I had caught a glimpse of her naked breasts earlier when I came out to the hot tub and she was leaving. They actually curved upwards so the nipples pointed to the sky.

This was the first time the four couples had gotten together for a tequila party and we had all imbibed a few shots by this point in the evening. Bill and Penny, the hosts, said no swimsuits were allowed in the hot tub but they provided mid-thigh length white terrycloth robes for us all to wear. By now everybody had taken off their clothes and were moving around in the robes.

I drank the last of my tequila sunrise and announced that I was going to go in and get another drink. They were talking about their kids and barely heard me. I stood and reached for a towel and heard two gasps. I knew what had happened. My cock is seven inches long when flaccid. I'm not sure how long it is when it gets erect but have heard twelve inches mentioned a few times. It always gets the same reaction when women see it...and some men. I grabbed a towel and dried off slowly next to the hot tub and then put my robe on. Neither woman said a thing. They both just sat there silently with their mouths open and stared.

"See you later, Ladies," I said as I turned and went back in the house. I got no replies.

Later as I was sitting on the sofa next to Penny, I noticed she was staring down at my crotch more than she was doing anything else. Rita, sitting on a chair across from me was doing the same. To tease them a little, I leaned over to get my drink and spread my legs slightly, letting my robe open a few inches and giving them an unimpeded view between my legs. Penny stared, licked her lips and her hand went down into her robe between her legs. Rita just leaned forward showing a lot breast as if that would give her a closer look and stared. As I mentioned, Rita had a lot of breasts to show.

I innocently picked up the drink and nonchalantly adjusted my robe so all was covered again. I took along swig of the drink and finished it. I stood and walked into the kitchen to get a refill. Of course, I spread my legs as I stood so they got another quick look at my penis.

As I was pouring the tequila, I heard the door open and close behind me. I wasn't surprised when I turned around to see Penny standing there.

"I've GOT to see it," she said boldly.

"You've got to see what?" I asked, knowing full well what she wanted to see. 

"You know damn well what I want to see," she said in an exasperated tone, "And it's taking a lot of courage on my part to even ask."

I leaned back against the counter and slowly opened my robe. I spread my legs slightly and my penis swung slowly back and forth between my thighs. Her mouth dropped open. It hung loosely halfway to my knees.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing. Can I touch it?" she asked tentatively.

"Go ahead," I replied.

She reached out and lifted it and it stirred slightly in her hand. 

"Oooh," she moaned, "It must weigh a couple of pounds."

Just then the door opened and she quickly dropped it and stood so she blocked my open robe from whoever just came in. 

"I know what you were doing," said Rita, walking boldly up to us, "I want to see it again too."

Penny stepped back and they both just stood there staring at my cock.

"Why didn't Linda ever tell us about this?" said Rita.

"Would you, if you were her?" I asked.

"Uh. Probably not," said Penny, "And for good reason."

"I want it," said Rita, "I want it buried deep in every hole I have. I want it tonight. I've never seen anything like it."

"Me neither," whispered Penny.

"Well, if that's the direction you want this party to go, we need to get things loosened up a bit," I suggested, "How would your husband's feel about a little neighborly swinging?"

"I know Bill has the 'hots' for your wife," said Rita, "He comes home from work with cum stains in his shorts and I know they are from staring at her during the day."

My wife, Linda, worked with Bill in his office.

"Well, I know that Linda would probably like to have him too," I said, "Linda likes men."

"My Bill will do whatever I tell him to do," said Penny firmly.

Just as I pulled my robe back together and reached for my drink, my wife, Linda, came in the kitchen. She looked at the three of us standing there and the red faces on Penny and Rita and said, "I think I know what's been going on in here. You too look like the cats that swallowed the canary."

"I know what I'd like to swallow," said Rita.

"I'm sure you do," said Linda, "Do you think you are up to it?"

"I'd like to try," said Rita boldly.

"She's offering you Bill," I said.

Linda stood there and looked at the three of us for about five seconds and said, "It's a deal. However, he may not want to go back to you when I'm done with him."

"I'll take my chances," said Rita.

"Why didn't you ever tell us what he was endowed with?' said Penny to Linda.

"Would you have?" Linda replied.

"Um. I guess not," said Penny again.

"I'll go talk to my Bill," said Penny, "Rita, you go talk to your Bill. Who is going to talk to Dan and Karen?"

"I will," I said, "Send them in here."

The three women went back into the living room and soon Dan and Karen came in.

"Hi Scott," Said Dan, "What's up?"

"Well, you know I don't like to beat around the bush so here's what just happened."

With that, I opened my robe. Karen's eyes went immediately to my cock and she gasped. Her eyes got real wide and her mouth opened. Dan finally took a look and he too gasped.

"Why didn't you tell me about this," said Karen, looking at Dan.

"I didn't know," said Dan.

"Well, Penny and Rita saw it in the hot tub and now they want to take it on. Tonight."

"I don't blame them," said Karen.

Dan looked sharply at her and said, "Karen!"

"Well. Look at it;" said Karen defensively, "It's a horse cock. Every woman dreams of having a cock like that once in her life."

"Don't I keep you satisfied?" whined Dan.

"Of course you do," said Karen, snuggling up against him, "It's just...it's just...well, look at it. I don't blame Penny and Rita at all. Are the two Bill's going to agree? And Linda?"

"Well, Rita feels that her Bill will jump at the chance to have Linda and Linda has agreed. Penny says her Bill will do what he's told which says a lot about their marriage. What do you guys say about a little neighborly swapping?" I asked, "I guess you could just watch and not participate if you wanted."

They looked at each other and then Dan finally said, "Well, I have always wanted to see Rita's boobs."

"As if I didn't already know that," said Karen, looking again at my cock, "I've seen the way you stare at them. I'm in any or all of it. Dan?"

"Okay," he said hesitantly.

"Okay," I said, "I'll go in and get things started. Let's just do what comes naturally this evening...and have a good time doing it."

We went back in the living room and everyone in there stared at us expectantly.

"Karen and Dan are agreeable," I said, "And I'd like to start the party off by telling you all a story about 'my first time'."

I made everybody else sit on two adjoining sofas and pulled up a chair in the center of the room so it faced them all.

"Wait a minute," said Penny's Bill.

He ran into their bedroom and came back with a handful of Viagra pills. He gave two to everybody and then passed around a tray full of shots of tequila to wash them down.

"I don't know if they work on women, but it can't hurt," He said.

I got everybody's attention and got said, "This is a story about 'my first time with a woman' and it was with my seventh grade English teacher, Mrs. Sowder."

I began my story...

It was midway through the semester and I wasn't doing too well in class. I was constantly horny and all the girls in the Sixties wore these short miniskirts and shifts. All I saw was legs...legs...legs and I had an almost constant erection in school every day. Mrs. Sowder had made me move up to the front of the class so she could keep an eye on me as I was constantly making jokes and distracting the class.

On this day, I had on a pair of tight jeans (we pegged them that way in those days) and Mrs. Sowder had on a very short skirt and a blouse that was almost transparent. Since I couldn't see the other girls in the class from that seat, I concentrated on her and whether she had a bra on under that blouse. I closed my eyes and mentally began to lick my way up her thighs until I finally shoved my face up under her skirt and pushed my mouth against her wet cunt. She moaned and fell back on the desk. I pushed my face harder into her cunt and then reached up and grasped her breasts and she moaned louder and begged for more.

I was so wrapped up in my day dream that I never noticed that my erection was halfway down my pant leg and was oozing so much precum that half of jean's pant leg was soaked through.

"Mr. Gross!" she said sternly, "Are you paying attention?"

I looked up and saw her standing right in front of me. I swore that her nipples were so hard they were trying to poke through her thin blouse. I'd have sworn she wasn't wearing a bra but the blouse was just thick enough to hide that fact. She was about twenty five years old and had a great body. All the guys in my class had the 'hots' for her and, probably, most of the guys in the school. She had long legs, a great chest and full lips and we all knew she wasn't married. My mind snapped back to where I was. 

"Huh" I stammered while the rest of the class tittered at my misfortune.

"You will stay after class," she said, "And maybe you will learn something then since you seem determined to not learn anything while everybody else is trying to."

"Yes, ma'am," I stammered. I could feel my erection crawling back up my pant leg as fast as it would go as the blood raced from my penis to my face.

A few minutes later, the bell rang and everyone exited.

(At this point, I was getting a bit warm and undid my robe and let it fall open a little bit. I saw Dan lean over and whisper to the two Bills. They both turned and tried to look between the opening in my robe.)

Mrs. Sowder turned from the blackboard, put a chair up next to her desk, and then went to the door of the classroom and locked it. She came back and sat at her desk and told me to sit in the chair.

"Would you mind telling what you were thinking about as I tried to teach you earlier this hour?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," I stammered.

"'Yes, Ma'am" what?" she almost yelled.

"Yes, Ma'am, I would mind telling you what I was thinking," I said as I was acutely aware of the large wet stain on my pant leg. I tried crossing my legs to cover it but it was too large. From the size of the stain, I must have let go of about a quart of precum fantasizing about her.

"Well, I want to know," she said, softening her voice.

I saw her eyes keep dropping to my wet leg and then up to my groin.

"Are they embarrassing thoughts?" she asked.

"Yes, very," I said softly.

She shifted in her chair slightly and I saw her short skirt ride up until it almost exposed her crotch. Her long bare thighs were tan and looked very smooth. She leaned forward and I noticed that the top two buttons on her blouse had opened up and that I could see most of her breasts. She put her hand on my wet knee and I looked down and saw my cock start to snake back up my pant leg toward her hand. I tried to stop it but I couldn't take my eyes off of her breasts.

"I know that young boys have fantasies," she said softly, "And as an English teacher, I find them very interesting. It doesn't matter if they might be 'dirty thoughts'. I'm an adult and these things are very natural. Even I have fantasies and some of them are very 'dirty'.

"Really?" I said.

"Really," she replied, "Now tell me. Were you fantasizing about me?"

(At this point as my thoughts drifted back, I noticed my cock start to rise up from between my legs and through the opening in my robe. Everybody on the sofas was staring at it.)

"Yes," I told her.

With that she shifted in her chair again and now I could see her crotch and she wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was shaved. Somehow a third button had come undone on her blouse and I could see almost al of her breasts almost to the nipples. She definably was not wearing a bra.

My cock was now only about an inch from her hand and still growing.

"Tell me," she said.

I sighed resignedly.

"I was licking your thighs," I blurted out.

"Yes, go on," she said quietly but her breathing seemed to quicken.

"And then I put my face between your legs," I said and stopped.

"Yes," she said, "People do that when they are making love. It's a very natural thing."

"And then I grabbed your breasts."

"Did you enjoy doing that?" she asked.

"Oh God, yes," I said, "You are very pretty...and sexy."

"Thank you, Scott," she said, "That, too, is a normal reaction to someone you find attractive."

My cock tip was now against her forefinger and as she lifted the finger slightly, it began to slide under her hand.

"And then what happened?" she asked.

"And then...you yelled at me."

I see," she said.

With that she spread her legs and let me see her pussy. It was glistening and pink and a small puddle of moisture was on her chair between her thighs.

Her hand moved up and covered my penis then and she squeezed it gently.

"Would you like to do those things to me?"

"Yes...please," I said so softly that I was surprised that she heard me.

"You are very generously endowed," she said as she slid her hand along the length of my penis.

(By now my cock was fully erect stuck up from between my legs the full twelve inches. I shrugged the robe off to expose my full nakedness. My wife had her hand on the erect cock of Rita's husband. Karen was reaching down into Penny's husband's robe and Dan was opening Rita's robe to expose her massive breasts but they were all listening avidly.)

"Why don't we get those tight pants off," she said, "They look very uncomfortable. Then I would like you to show me what you were doing in the day dream. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, thinking this must be a dream also.

"Stand up," she ordered as she slid forward in her chair. Her skirt now had risen up and was bunched around her waist. Her blouse was open and her generous breasts spilled out, her nipples very erect.

I stood and she undid my jeans and pushed them down my thighs. I didn't wear underpants in those days and my cock sprung up throwing a long strand of precum across her breasts and face. Her tongue went out and licked it off of her lips as she wrapped both hands around my shaft. Her eyes closed and she leaned forward let the tip slide between her lips. For the first time I felt a woman's mouth on my penis and it was heaven. Her tongue was sliding around on the tip and stabbing into my pee hole and I couldn't hold back. I began to cum and her head rocked back slightly as the first blast sprayed against the back of her throat. Her lips clamped down on my shaft and she began to swallow, but not fast enough to take in a young boys first orgasm with a woman. My cum began to flow out from around my cock and down her chin and onto her breasts. Her hands pumped my shaft until I moaned and had to step back from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. She let my cock slide from her mouth and her tongue came out and licked up all the cum she could reach on her face. Then she lifted each breast and licked the cum off of them.

I stood there breathing hard, still fully erect, my heart beating a million times a second.

(My wife was now sitting on Bill's lap. His cock buried in her cunt. Karen was sucking the other's Bill's cock. Penny had a hand on Dan's cock, stroking it wildly, and the other between her legs. Rita sat there alone with her legs spread wide and both hands stuffed as far as they would go into her cunny. Dan had an arm around her shoulder and was pinched her right nipple. Precum was oozing down my shaft and making a puddle in my pubic hair.) 

Mrs. Sowder stood suddenly and pulled off her blouse, ripping the remaining buttons off and pushed her skirt down and kicked it off. She stood there totally naked and then lay back on her desk and told me to make my daydream come true and lick her thighs. 

I stepped forward between her legs and bent down and stared at the thighs I had dreamed of one day licking. Her thighs were soaked with her juices as I began to lick them clean. I started at her knees and slowly worked my way up until I was between her legs. The smell of her cunt was overpowering as I jammed my face against her vulva, my tongue stabbing deeply into her. I felt something hard against my nose and pulled back to see her clit sticking out like a tiny penis. I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck and bite it. She responded by bucking and moaning as orgasm after orgasm rocked her. My hands went under and grasped her firm little ass as I held my mouth on her clit. She must have had eight or ten orgasms before she pushed me back and told me to put it in her.

I stood and pulled her to the edge of the desk. I put the tip of my cock gently between her cunt lips and then lost control and jammed all twelve inches into her as fast as I could. My hips slammed against her groin.

(At the thought of that, all four women on the sofa moaned and had orgasms.)

I slammed my cock into her for over a half of an hour until she began to beg me to stop. I kept going for another five minutes until I had another orgasm and filled her cunt another load of hot cum. It gushed out of her forming puddles on the desk as I continued pumping, totally out of control. I gave one last pump and then fell back into the chair and sat there staring at her, my cock, still fully erect.

She lay there on the desk moaning slightly and rubbing her very red and sore pussy for about ten minutes. Then she slowly rolled off the desk and got to her feet.

"I think you've have enough 'after class lessons' for today," she said, "Why don't you go ahead and get your pants back on and go on home."

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

I pulled my pants back on and pushed my still erect penis down my pant legs and hobbled out of the classroom.

(Everybody on the sofas had stopped moving and was just staring at me.)

Without a word, Rita stood up and walked over to me, threw a leg over both of mine, positioned my cock between her legs and dropped down onto me. Her huge breasts bobbled in front of my face and I grabbed one and began to suck on the nipple. Behind her I could see the others pairing off and starting various forms of copulation. We had us an orgy, I was happy to say.

I put my hands around her waist and began to lift her until just the tip was still in her then let her drop the full length. About the third time she screamed and had a huge orgasm. She shuddered violently and I felt her cunt muscles spasm on my cock and then she fell forward against me moaning.




The Story



Linda, who had brought Bill to an orgasm, walked over and said to Rita, 'If you want to feel something really filling, take it up the ass."

"Oh no, I couldn't," moaned Rita, "I've never been able to do that."

"Well, there's always a first time," said Linda as she helped Rita off of my cock.

Linda made Rita get on her hands and knees on the carpet and lifted her butt up. She began to lick Rita's anus and then waved her husband over.

"I'll bet you've always wanted to fuck her in the ass, right?" she asked Bill.

'Well, yes," he said, "But she says it hurts her."

"You just didn't know how to do it," said Linda, "Here. Get down and jam your tongue into her ass until she relaxes and it opens up."

He got down and spread her butt cheeks and began to stab his tongue into her anus.

"I think it's open now," he said. Rita just lay there moaning.

"Okay, put your cock in her," ordered Linda.

Bill got on his knees and put the tip of his cock against her anus and began to slide it in. Rita moaned as he slid his eight inches slowly in. when his hips were against her ass, he began pumping. After Rita had a second orgasm form the butt fuck, Linda waved me down. Bill reluctantly pulled out of her and I put my cock against her open anus. 

"Give her all twelve inches," said Linda, "After all she wanted your cock, right."

I detected a little vindictiveness in Linda's voice, but I didn't blame her. She had had my cock all to herself for several years now and here she was being coerced into sharing it. I grabbed Rita's hips and slammed my cock up into her ass. Rita screamed, I think with pleasure and I stopped and held it there.

Linda got on her hands and knees next to Rita and whispered in her ear, "You wanted it. You got it."

Linda didn't see the other Bill drop down behind her and quickly slide his cock into her ass.

"Oof," she cried, "I wasn't ready for that."

Bill didn't care and he began to pump his cock into Linda's ass as I began to do the same to Rita.

Linda still had her head down next to Rita as she began to whisper in her ear, "I love it up the ass. Don't you? How does it feel to have three pounds of man-meat up inside of you? Think you could get used to it? I love it. Let's do it from a different position. Bill, stop a second."

I stopped too, knowing what Linda had in mind. Linda got to her feet and, with my help, we got Rita to her feet. She led us all over to the sofa and made Bill and I sit down. Then she turned Rita around and made her sit on my cock. It went all the way up into her ass as she slid down on it. She fell back against me and I began to play with her breasts as I bucked my hips bouncing her on my erect cock. Linda dropped onto Bill's cock, bounced on him and played with her clit until she brought herself to a happy orgasm.

I brought Rita to orgasm number three and then she began begging for mercy. I lifted her off of my cock and set her next to me on the sofa where she fell back and seemed to pass out.

"Another satisfied customer," I thought.

I stood and looked around. Penny was on her knees just bringing Dan to an oral orgasm and as he fell back on the sofa and she turned, my cock was in front of her face.

"Your turn," I said.

"Gladly," she cried happily as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and began to orally pleasure me.

I saw Karen on her back with the other Bill pounding his cock into her cunt. She was enjoying it as she kept bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts, the slapping sound echoed in the room. "Now there is a girl that likes to be fucked," I thought. She's next.

Linda, assuming the job of conductor, came over and told Penny to take it al the way in. Penny, with my cock still in her mouth, shook her head.

"Thoo bagg," she said around my cock.

"No, you only think it's too big," said Linda, "You have to let your throat relax and stifle the gag reflex."

She put her hand behind Penny's head and pushed her further onto my cock. I finally felt Penny's throat relax and begin to take in more of my cock. As inch after inch of my cock slid between Penny's lips, all the others gathered around to watch.

When Penny's lips were buried in my pubic hair, Linda held her there and said, "Now swallow."

Penny's eyes were huge with panic as she tried to breathe through her nose but she gallantly swallowed and I felt her throat muscles milk my cock.

"Again," said Linda, holding her there.

She swallowed a few more times and I lost it. I grabbed head and began to cum down into her throat. She took the first couple of bursts and then began to choke. Linda let go of her head as huge quantities of cum began to flow out of her mouth and nose. I gave one last hard pump against her lips and pulled my cock out of her mouth. Penny gasped and choked spraying cum on my cock and thighs as I stood there. Linda pushed her aside and began to lick me. Karen joined her and about the time that penny stopped choking, they had almost every drop of cum cleaned off of me.

Linda turned to group and said, "Well, that was something Penny had wanted to do all evening. Let's each do our personal favorite fantasy with an audience."

Penny climbed up on the sofa next to Rita and they both lay there looking fully satiated...and very sore. My cock will do that to a woman.

"Linda said, "Dan, you said something about lusting after Rita's tits."

"Karen said that," cried Dan.

"But it's true," said Karen, pushing Dan toward the sofa, "Go ahead. Show us what you'd like to do with them."

"Ooh. I like that idea," said Rita, struggling to sit up, "I'm ready for another round."

"Okay," said Dan, giving Karen a look, "Rita, get me hard again with your mouth."

She got on her knees in from of Dan and began to suck his cock. She swallowed it in deep and then lifted it and began to lick her way up the bottom of his shaft. In just a couple of minutes, he was hard again. The Viagra were obviously working just fine.

"Now lie down on the floor on your back," He ordered.

She dutifully lay down and he knelt over her stomach. He pushed her huge breasts together and slid his cock between them. He began to slowly fuck her tits with a big smile on his face and it was obvious this was something he had wanted to do for a long time. Karen and Linda got down on either side of her and began to bite and suck on her inch long nipples. Penny's Bill got between Rita's legs and slid his cock into her cunt. In a few minutes, Dan moaned and began to cum, squirting huge quantities of cum between her breasts. He let her breasts flop over on her chest and Karen and Linda dove in and began to lap it all up.

"Who's next?" said Linda finally sitting back with cum smeared across her face.

"Me," said Rita's Bill.

Everybody got on a sofa as Bill led Linda out to the middle of the room.

"All day at work I sit at my desk and look at Linda and picture shoving my cock into all three holes," he said.

"All at once!" said Linda.

Everybody laughed.

"I wish I could," said Bill with a smile, "Do you prefer and particular order cuz I don't?"

Linda said, "And all day I sit in your office and imagine you sticking your cock in all three holes. Let's start at the top. I'll suck you, then down to my pussy and then up the ass where I want to feel your hot cum fill my rectum. Okay?"

Bill stood there stroking his cock and looking at her, "That works for me."

"Okay," she said, "Come over to the sofa."

She lay down on the sofa with her chin on the armrest, grabbed her ankles and opened her mouth. Bill stood at the end of the sofa and rubbed his cock around on her face and against her lips.

"You big tease," laughed Linda, "Let me taste you."

Bill slowly slid his cock into her mouth. Linda, being used to my cock, easily took him in and down into her throat. She looked up at him as he 'mouth fucked' her. On one of his thrusts, I held him with his balls against her chin and told her to swallow. She only did it a couple of times before he pulled out of her.

"God, that feels good. I almost let go a little early," he gasped.

"You better not," said Linda.

She flipped around so she was on her back with her legs hanging over the armrest. He spread her legs and stepped between them. Linda was rubbing hard on her clit as Bill slid his cock into her wet cunny. He fucked her for about ten minutes before I told him to stop with it all the way in.

This time Linda used her fantastic cunt muscles to clench and unclench his cock. Again he only tolerated it for a few minutes before he had to pull out.

"Jesus, she is an amazing little fuck machine, isn't she?" he said to me.

"That's why I married her," I said, "She has muscles where normal woman don't and she can milk you dry every night in all sorts of ways."

With that, Linda laughed and rolled over, presenting her ass to him. He bent down and spent a few minutes licking her anus and stabbing it with his tongue. Then he put his cock against her and slid it in.

"Jesus H. Christ, how can she be so tight after taking your cock in so many times?"

"Wait a second," I said, "You ain't seen nothing yet."

He pumped his eight inches into her ass about thirty times and then he stopped with it buried in her.

"I smiled and said, "It's stuck, isn't it?"

"Yes," he said with amazement, "I can't pull it out."

"Yep, she can clamp that anus so tight that you couldn't get in there with a crowbar," I laughed, "And she's just getting started."

"Oh shit," Bill cried, "She's milking my cock from inside. Oh God, I'm going to cum."

With that he began to jerk around and twist as Linda milked every single drop of cum into her rectum. Only after he was empty and spent did she relax and let him extract his penis. He looked down at his red and sore cock and smiled.

"That was fantastic."

"My turn," said Linda as she got up off the sofa, "I could see here tonight that Karen was as big of a cum lover as I am so I want her on the floor and on her back."

Karen dutifully got on her back and Linda squatted over her face with her anus above Karen's mouth.

"Okay, you little cum eating bitch, open that mouth and take this in," Linda ordered, "And don't swallow. We're going to share. We're all going to share."

Karen smiled and opened her mouth as Linda strained and expelled about a pint of Bill's cum into Karen's mouth. Karen lay there with her mouth filled to overflowing with sticky white cum.

Linda lay down next to her and ordered Penny and Rita to do the same. All three women lay down on their backs as Karen closed her mouth, got up and leaning over three of them slowly let cum flow from her mouth into the mouths of the other three women. When they all had a mouth full, Linda ordered them to swallow. Then Karen kissed each of the women, her tongue making sure they had swallowed it all Then she dropped down next to them and they all lay there smiling with swollen lips.

We all took a break then and did a few more shots of tequila before retiring to the hot tub. The ladies took turns moving around the hot tub from one guy's lap to another getting a cock into their cunts or their butts. I was never sure which. It all felt good.

When we all got out and retired to the living room, several of us fell asleep on the carpet. I woke a few times to find somebody sucking my cock and a couple of times someone climbed on and got themselves off but I was too tired to respond. In the morning, I woke up Linda and we got dressed and snuck out back to our house where she asked me to fuck her one last time. She even managed to bring me to another orgasm before I fell asleep again. I think we got up about 5 PM.

I was sore for a couple of days and so was everybody else. This didn't stop Penny from sending out an invitation to another neighborhood party a couple of weeks later. I had a feeling about what that might turn into. I smiled.



The Story



It all started out so innocently, I just happened to sit down at Matthew's computer and found an erotic story still on his screen. As I read the paragraphs, I found myself becoming more and more aroused; a story with an incestuous theme had me soaking in my panties. I do not know why but the more I read the more I knew I had to make myself cum. 

The fact that we both were reading a story about a brother and sister seemed to only heighten my orgasm. Whether by accident or fate, reading that story has propelled both of us towards something that I would never have guessed in a million years might happen. Yet, just thinking about it makes me wet, fucking my own brother just like in the story, the ultimate taboo realized.

Does he feel the same way though, does he jerk off thinking about fucking me? Just because he read a story about a brother and sister does not mean he actually looks at me that way. Guess I never noticed if he even looks at me as more than his skinny older sister, why would I. Now, my radar is on full alert to see if he does in fact see me as more than just his sibling.

I am not hard to look at either, tall and slim with long brown hair. If I could change anything, it would be bigger boobs. Mine are small; I'm not flat but not far from it either. Guess my best features are my legs and little ass, I know he looks at me when I'm in the pool, I figured all guys just like checking out a bikini. Now, I wonder if it was more than checking out a bikini.

My head is spinning now, there is only one real way to find out and then I will know for sure. Is this so wrong? It does not mean we have to go all the way and yet the intensity of my orgasms lately are incredible. The thought of Matthew fucking me makes me yearn for night to come so I can get myself off again.

At twenty-one and two years younger than I am, Matthew is so attractive, maybe I am biased but he looks like a young Tom Cruise. Guess I never realized it from this angle but now that is all I can think of lately. At almost six feet and toned, those gorgeous arms and ripped abs make me moan every time I see him. 

This can be so destructive though, if it ever came out it could ruin me. And what about Mom, granted she always seems to be on the road lately but she might sense something when she is home. That's assuming anything even happens, I'm horny and scared all at the same time, funny but tied together those two emotions are driving me crazy with pictures in my head of what might happen.

The thought just occurred to me, was it really an accident after all. I did tell him I had to use his computer to look at some sales at Kohl's, could he be the one seeing if I'm interested too. I wonder, can this really be happening?

"Hey, I need your computer later. Kohl's is having another sale." I tell him. 

Give him enough time and see what happens. Maybe another story will be waiting for me, he must know I saw that last story and the fact I did not say anything negative might embolden him even more. Who is really in charge here, now I wonder? 

My heart races as I click the mouse, the ache between my legs is almost painful and I feel my panties already soaking. I have never felt more turned on as I do now, it has to be the nature of doing something so taboo. But is it wrong?

Instantly, type appears, I realize he is writing a story and as I read through it, it becomes apparent that he is writing a story about a sister who just happens to discover a story on her brother's computer with an incestuous theme to it. That ache between my legs begins to throb as I read his thoughts that mirror my own.

Brilliant, is all I can say, four years of college have not only made him an excellent writer but his imagination an daring just blow me away too. The thought of actually writing down ideas and then acting them out later with a willing partner or should I say willing sister is incredible.

'I wish she only knew how much I like looking at those long legs, go to Kohl's and buy a short nightshirt, show me that tight little ass too. Then I can jerk off with those images in my head.'

So, he wants to see my legs, ass, and then jerk off thinking about them. God, I want to cum right now, just slide my pants down and do it right here. No harm in showing a little more leg-is there? Why not!

"Kohl's is having a sale, think I'll get rid of this old robe and get something different. " I tell him. 

We are on the same page, his smile says it all. The thought of modeling for him has me in a fog; it will be more than modeling though. This is just the beginning, but what a sensuous one at that. I wonder if this happens often, do siblings engage in these affairs more than publicized? 

If we lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere and it was only the three of us, I bet it would happen just by being lonely. What about Mom, she is not that old either, would she be inclined to get those urges relieved too. I guess the American farm family might have had a lot more issues to deal with than just getting the crop in.

Walking through Kohl's in wet panties is a first for me, I cannot ever remember a time when I have been turned on for such a long time. I thought men were the one's who were driven by their penis, now I wonder. My pussy aches for relief, soon kitty I'll get you help.

Is this moving too fast? What is the harm in a little role-playing anyway, no one is getting hurt. We're both just having a little fun, neither one of us is dating anyone, so what's the big deal. I think I accept it or just convincing myself now, what a relief.

"Find anything?" He asks me as I walk in with my teasing outfits from Kohl's.

OH My God, his cock is rock hard. Tight jeans and erections do not go well together. I cannot take my eyes off it either, this is just too erotic to be true and yet it's happening in real time. It seems like the two of us are just being pulled along with no will of our own, fate perhaps or just lust. I don't care; I just want to continue the story. 

"A few things, I picked out this cute yellow one, I can't wait to wear it." I say excitedly. Then a thought crosses my mind and I quickly add, "Maybe, I'll go on-line later and see if there is something I missed."

"I bet you'll find something new has been added." He says back to me.

I am in a haze, my crotch is screaming and I'm looking at Matthew's dick silhouetted in his jeans. Now, we are both flying down this highway of eroticism together, no longer even hiding what is really going on. Yet, I want to keep it mysterious and pay out our little game together; it's too much fun just by itself. 

"I love finding something new has been added." Is all I can think to say. 

'Julie came back from Kohl's, she says she bought a cute yellow nightshirt. I hope it's short, just down past that beautiful ass, maybe she'll wear it tonight so I'll have something to jerk off to later.'

His words just keep enticing me more and more, I'll give him something to jerk off too. Don't want baby brother to go to bed frustrated, do I. Thank God Mom spends so much time away, I think she would shocked at what is going on. Or would she?

'She must know I love looking at her legs, something tells me she gets excited just thinking of teasing me with them. But I wonder, what turns her on, maybe when I come up from working-out tonight I should only wear my old high school gym shorts. My cock would be rock hard; maybe that is what she would like. Teasing her with my cock as she drives me wild with those beautiful legs, tonight sounds like it is going to be interesting.'

Why not, as I scan what I just typed. We both can write this story since we are acting it out. Is this tempting fate too much, what's the harm in a little fun. My kitty just purrs as I read what I wrote. Soon kitty, soon you will be rewarded. 

"I think you should go on-line later, something new has been added at Kohl's that you might like too." I say to him trying to hide my excitement at the same time. 

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I can feel my heart racing as I turn and model for myself. The shirt is short and the only question is, do I wear panties under it. He did say he wanted to see my ass too. The fact they are soaking helps me decide what to do, slowly I slide them down my legs and toss them on my bed.

Modeling again for the mirror, this time I feel so naughty. At least with panties on, there was a feeling of innocence but now I feel so naughty. The fluid just drips out of me which only makes me feel more turned on. My thighs are glistening with my own cum.

How do we do this, what is the protocol anyway. Do I yell down to him that I am ready? Come up with your dick hard and look at me in this little shirt. How are we supposed to act, guess we'll have to work that out.

He must have heard me walking around or should I say thumping around. I just wanted to let him know I'm ready, that's all. Hearing him coming up the stairs I can feel my heart racing waiting for the door to open. Then what do we do? 

Just act naturally, walk around like normal, that's all. Give him a peek but don't show him my pussy, not yet anyway. This could be fun as long as I don't get carried away too much, but isn't that the whole idea.

"Good work-out." Is all I can think of saying to him as he walks in the living room.

I love those gym shorts on him; maybe I have been the one giving out the signals after all. I used to wait to catch a glimpse of him when he would wear them, makes me wonder now about myself. Who cares, I'm too hot to think right now. 

My eyes just stay locked on the bulge in his shorts, can this really be happening. Do you know how hot I am right now Matthew? If you could read my mind you'd pull down those shorts and let me see that big cock. Not yet though, the teasing has to be initiated, it already has though according to the throbbing between my legs.

"Yeah, I needed it." Is all he says.

It's definitely not going to be a lot of talking between us, that's for sure. I can feel his eyes going up and down my body. That always made me so mad when guys would do that but now I can only quiver with delight as he scans my figure. He must notice my legs glistening with my own fluids slowly dripping down my thighs. My nipples are sticking straight out like two small darts that truly reveal the state I'm in, I would never have guessed this could be so much fun. 

"Why don't you see if there is a game on." I say. 

Just sit down and I will give you that little show you have been waiting for, let me see that dick straining at your shorts as you watch me. Trying to act as casually as I can, I slowly begin walking around the room feigning to locate some imaginary object all the while bending over just enough to keep his eyes glued to me.

How far do I bend over? Should we talk or just enjoy this game of cat and mouse we are playing. I'm getting to the point where self control might be a problem soon. I like these feelings sweeping over me just like I like staring at that dick a few feet away.

For fifteen minutes, we play our game, walking around the house feeling almost naked knowing my every move is being watched just sends shivers through my whole body. It's intoxicating this feeling I have and I want more, much more as I slowly expose more of my body.

Just sit there with that giant bulge in your shorts Matthew, let me tease you to the point where you can't take anymore either. Will you pull your shorts off and jerk off for me? Please do it so I can see you cum, I hope it's thick and white and hot. Shoot it on my tits, I'll let you-just ask.

Do I give him a free show? I don't care anymore; the ache between my legs is driving me crazy. Kneeling on the love seat directly across from him, I bend over reaching for that imaginary object. I feel the shirt ride up past my ass; I am wide open for you Matthew. Can you see how open I am for you? I don't care anymore about self control as I arch my ass up in the air opening myself wide for you. I've never done this for my boyfriends but I am for you, do you like my pussy wide open? What about my ass Matthew? Is it tight enough for you?

"I dropped the remote." Is all I can think to say as I keep myself wide open for him. I know he has the remote but it just popped in to my head and too late to take it back now. Just enjoy this show I'm giving you, let that dick get ready to explode. 

"I think I see it, lean over a little more, you're almost there." He says.

He sees it all right but it's not the remote. Opening my stance and stretching myself wide open, even my asshole has to be in plain view. I don't know why but I really love being in this position, all he'd have to do is slide his shorts off and he could fuck me right now. No complaints from me if he did just that. 

I'm too hot, I need to cum but how do we get there. I don't want to fuck, not yet. Let's play this game for as long as we can and then we'll fuck like rabbits. OH, I need it so bad too but not yet. Where do we go from here?

Arching my back and with no shame now I spread myself as wide as I can. How do you like this Matthew? Is my pussy open enough for you? How about my ass, look at my asshole and think of fucking me.

I have to think of something to do; we can't go on like this much longer. But what? The story, that's it, I'll write something and we can follow the story line. You started this Matthew and now it's my turn.

'Matthew sat at his computer debating which picture to jerk off too. All the young girls with their legs wide open begging him to jerk off, their tight little pussy's glistening with their cum dripping out. Choose me; choose me they all say, let your dick decide for you'.

But Matthew is a naughty boy, he just watched his sister walking around the house in her short yellow nightshirt, he got so hard watching her that he thought he was going to explode. Her long thin legs and tight little ass just drove him crazy, he prays she'll come in naked and spread herself wide open so he can jerk off looking at her. That's what he really wants, please come in Julie.'

That should do it, and then we can both make ourselves cum while we watch each other. I have to admit that this was a good idea, now for some fun. 

"I think there is a new entry on our story, go check it out." Is all I can utter.

Slowly turning his door knob, I feel light headed as I push the door open ever so slowly. Being naked and about to reveal myself to Matthew has me shaking with expectation. Will he be disappointed that my boobs are small? I hope not.

We both stare at each other as if transfixed by each other's presence. I knew he had a big dick; it has to be six or seven inches and thick. Oh how my kitty wants you to stretch her wide open, soon kitty but not tonight. I'm so hot and can feel all my inhibitions draining away, why be shy now.

"She's pretty, do you like it when girls spread there ass wide open like that? You must be an ass man then." I say referring to the picture on the computer.

"Not as pretty as that tight little ass you have, I love you ass especially when it's wide open." He moans as he starts to stroke his cock.

Getting on his bed, I kneel so he has a clear view of my ass as I start to finger myself. I really want to see him cum but I'm so turned on my clit is just screaming for my fingers. Rub harder my kitty tells me and my fingers instantly obey her.

We both enjoy stroking ourselves as our hands bring us closer to our climax's. I'd love to see him cum but I'm too far gone. Then a thought appears in my head. That's what I want as I get ready to moan my idea. 

"Shoot it on my ass Matthew; let me feel it on my pussy. Please Matthew, shoot it on me." I moan.

In a few seconds I can feel his cock right next to my lips, he could slide right in and I wouldn't fight but not yet. We have to go slow, enjoy this game we are playing. That yellow nightshirt still has plenty of teasing before we start fucking.

I can't believe it; he's shooting all over my asshole and pussy. It's so hot and sticky, I can feel each jet as it shoots out of him, he has so much, my God suppose I suck him. He'll fill my mouth completely, I don't care I love cum. I love seeing it shoot out and then tasting that salty reward. I'm so shy and such a whore too, C'mon Matthew, watch me cum now.

I can feel my pussy soaked with his cum and my own as I feel the first wave over take me. This is incredible, I've never had one like this, and it's overpowering me with its intensity.

"Rub my ass." I blurt out.

No shame now, I just need to cum. I feel his finger rubbing my tiny asshole, to think I could never ever conceive of asking a man to rub me there and now my brother is licking me there. This is beyond incredible as I feel myself surrender to his tongue and my fingers. 

"I'm cumming." Is all I can say. 

We both just look at each other; this is too good to be true. My brother is the one who can give me the best orgasms I could ever imagine. If I knew this before I would have done this along time ago.

"Get some sleep, we can add more to the story tomorrow, stud." I say as I leave his room.

I'm still horny, dam it's only eleven-thirty and that ache is back. I wonder if Mathew is still up, I need to add to the story. I need to get fucked, I need it bad. No harm in peeking in his room, maybe he's just as horny as I am.

"Matt, are you a sleep?" I ask. I know that sounds so stupid to ask someone if they are a sleep. What are they supposed to say, I was.

"I can't sleep; guess I'm still too excited from before." He says.

"I was thinking of adding to the story, you up for it." I giggle at the innuendo. 

"I'm so horny; you'll wouldn't believe how bad I ache." He replies.

Sitting at the computer, I have to think for a few seconds what I want then an idea flashes in front of me. He'll like this idea, that big dick will finally slide into my kitty and shoot all that cream into her. Wait kitty, soon you'll be fed.

'Julie laid on her bed, her pussy throbbing waiting to be ravaged. Will Matthew guess what she wants? Please open the door and fuck me with that big dick, fill my kitty with your cum and watch it drip out of me. I'll be waiting lying on my stomach with my ass wide open waiting for you. Hurry please and if you're a good boy I'll let you fuck me in the ass' 

"See you in a few minutes." Is all I say as I walk back to my room.

This is so exciting, waiting for the door to open and then feel myself filled with that beautiful big cock. I'm so wet, laying on these two pillows just props my ass higher and I spread myself wide open for my lover, my brother.

I hear the door open and every pore in my body tingles with anticipation. He must be so shocked at what he is learning about me, good girls like anal too. At least I do, you're in for some surprises baby brother when it comes to me.

That's it; tease me with that big dick. Rub my lips and asshole but fuck me soon. I need it bad, play but not too long. Ride me Matthew, fuck me hard and cum in me. Ass or pussy, I don't care, either one or both if you're up to it. That's it, that's what I want, both holes filled but can he cum three times in one night.

"Matt, can you cum two more times?" I ask almost hysterically.

"Easily my little tart." He replies.

"I want one in my pussy and one in my ass, can you do it. Can you make me moan like a whore? Can you?" I beg him.

I feel my pussy stretched wide open as he slides into me. Ride me, ride me hard and fuck me deep. That's it, pound that big dick into me, you're so big and deep in me. It hurts and feels so good at the same time; my pussy is screaming it feels so good.

"We'll fuck very night, I'll suck the cum right out of your dick. Fuck me Matthew, just keep fucking me." I moan.

"I'm goanna cum, I'm goanna cum." He moans.

"Don't pull out, I want it in me. Shoot it deep inside, fill my pussy." I whisper almost in a frenzy.




The Story



"That was incredible, unbelievable what you did to me." I tell him as we both rest from the best fucking I've ever had. Funny how we can shift from insatiable lovers back to our normal state like changing clothes, this is going to be fun. All the advantages of a boyfriend and none of the headaches too.

"We can call it a night if you want, I'll understand." I tell him.

Am I asking too much? Ray fucked me three times quite a few times; maybe Matthew won't be turned on enough by me to do it. All my old insecurities again coming flying towards me, am I attractive enough for you Matthew. Do you find me sexy?

"I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck a girl in the ass and I'm not going to lose this chance. I can easily cum four times a day and that's just sitting at the computer." He says.

Thank God, I get so afraid that my little boob's turns guys off, that's what Ray said after we broke up. He hurt me so much and those feelings still linger with me. I have a surprise for you Matthew, first I'll suck your cock then you can fuck me again.  

"Relax and enjoy a nice blowjob first and then fuck me." I whisper in his ear.

Slowly his cock responds to my kisses, who would ever thought that shy skinny Julie would be such a sex tart as I suck my brothers cock. Big balls and a big dick, if only I knew this sooner, I suck him off every night. That's it, get rock hard baby, soon you'll be riding my ass and then shoot that hot shot of cum if you can.

"I can't believe you, I always thought you were shy little bird and now you're sucking my cock like a pro." He moans.

A pro? Hardly, I'm just so turned on by this whole incest thing. I've given two blowjobs in my life and really didn't enjoy doing either. But you baby brother, I'll suck your cock when ever you want, that's it, let you're dick get rock hard again and fill me balls deep.

"C'mon baby, climb on top. Let me fuck you again." He whispers to me.

I soak his cock with KY then lower myself slowly onto his waiting cock; just feeling the head enter my asshole makes me quiver with delight. I love fucking like this, that weasel Ray said it was disgusting which only made me want it more. That's it, slide all the way in and then fuck me hard.

"OH I love this so much, fuck me like those girls on the internet. Do you like seeing there little ass's fucked? Am I tight enough for you?" I squeal.

"I can't believe it, a blowjob and fucking your pussy and ass too. This is too much to believe, am I dreaming?" He moans.

"Wait till you shoot it in my mouth and you watch me swallow it all like a little whore." I say.

"Keep talking like that and you'll make me cum, I love hearing you talk dirty." He moans.

"C'mon Matthew, pound my little ass with that big cock. Think of those pictures with the girls getting their ass fucked. Think of fucking me when Mom is home and we might get caught; think of her walking in on us with your dick in ass. She's built just like me, would you fuck her too?" I mercilessly tease him.

"OH Jul, I'm goanna cum, I'm goanna fill that tight little ass of your's." He says almost gasping for air.

I love the feeling of that hot sensation as it shoots into me, is this what an enema feels like? Imagine if this was the first time and not the third, he'd fill me completely. There's plenty of time for that though, plenty of time.

My asshole makes slurping noises as he keeps fucking me as he shoots his whole load deep inside me. It feels like my pussy being so wet, I wish he could keep stroking in and out me. Please stay hard a little longer, I love this feeling. 

Getting on my knees, I look in the mirror and watch as the white gooo slowly oozes out of me. This is so out of character for me, I'm acting like a little sex kitten, Matthew's gaze on the mirror says it all, maybe I am a sex kitten and I just didn't know it.

We both just watch my asshole as I push the last of his semen out of me, no shame or feelings of being embarrassed either. Isn't that strange though, Guess I'm comfortable with him seeing me like this. 

"I can't believe what you said about Mom; just hearing you talk that way made me want to explode." He tells me a few minutes later.

"I know, I'm surprised how excited I got picturing her walking in on us." I reply. 

"You know, I wonder how she copes, I can't remember the last time she was out on a date. Maybe she just has no sex drive anymore; she could be so hot if she wanted too." He says.

"I was thinking the same thing, guess I never really thought about it before." Is all I can think to say.

"Maybe she should read our story then." He says with a melancholy tone to his voice.

I think most mother's would have a heart attack if they found out that their son and daughter were fucking like rabbits Then again, until I read that story, I never ever could conceive that I would be laying next to my brother with my ass quivering from just being fucked. Who knows, maybe she would be open minded enough but that's too big of a risk if she's not. That could be terrible; she could throw us out of the house for acting like this, best to keep it a secret. 

Trying to sleep as my pussy and asshole are still quivering is like a dream, did it really happen or is this all just a dream. Will I awake tomorrow and discover it is in fact just my imagination, my fingers sliding between my legs tells me it did indeed happen. I can still feel myself draining from both holes, shy little Julie actually fucking like one of those internet girls and with my brother no less. Incredible. 

What a night, I doubt I'll ever forget last night if I live to be a thousand. To think that today could be just as hot makes me light headed. We'll have to do it early, Mom said she would be home around 7:00 and we don't want to get caught, or do we? I wish she didn't have to travel so much but now at least something might make the time go bye faster when she is gone. 

She knew taking that Human Resources Position would require a lot of travel, maybe now she can be home a little more often. I wonder how she copes with the loneliness. She's only forty-three and some people say we look like sisters, wonder when she is going to look for some relief.

'My poor kitty and asshole got so stretched last night, Matthew is amazing, three times in only a few hours. But I really want to see is that white cream shooting out of his cock. Just lay on the couch and I'll tease you till you have to jerk it all out of that big dick. Watch me in my little nightshirt, I shortened it just for you, I'll open my legs wide so you can see my little kitty get wet for you'

That should get him going; too bad he had to go into work for half a day. Yet, it does give both of us time to recover, I'm almost sorry Mom is coming home tonight, we could use a few more days alone just fucking like bunnies. That's horrible to think though, I really do miss her, we get along so well together. Actually, the three of us do very well together. If she only knew how well Matthew and I are doing now, she'd have a heart attack.

"I am so horny." He says to me as he walks in the kitchen.

"I know what you mean; I thought you'd never get home. Why don't you go take a shower and read the new entry of our story. We have to hurry, it's almost five-thirty and Mom said she would be home around seven." I tell him. 

It's almost hypnotic the state that the two of us are in, the house could be on fire and I doubt we would know it. Staring at that big dick as Matthew strokes it so slowly has me aching to see it shoot all of its cream onto his chest. I just love looking at him, if only the guys I dated could look this good.

"Do you like my shirt; I shortened it just for you." I say teasing him.

The truth is that it barely covers my kitty, all I have to do is lean back a little and poor little pussy is showing itself. But isn't that what guys like, looking at pussy all day or thinking about it. All I thought about today is watching that big dick explode with that white creamy surprise, I must be as bad as most guys then if today is any indication.

"Are you going to wear it when Mom gets home?" He asks me in such a sexy tone.

"Tell me the truth, do you fantasize about her? Be honest now." I ask.

She is attractive, funny how I see her as attractive and yet when people say we look like sisters, I don't see myself that attractive. Interesting isn't it, guess maybe I have to do some work on my self esteem. Looking at Matthew's cock sure is helping that.

"C'mon, tell me the truth. I promise I won't get mad if you think about shooting all that cum on her face." I say even shocking myself with that reply.

"I can't believe you've been hiding this side of you for so long. You're too fucking hot." He answers me back.

"I'm just so turned on, you know how shy I am but I just can't seem to control myself while looking at you." I tell him.

"She looks so hot sometimes when she works-out, she has an ass just like your's. My cock gets so hard sometimes when she wears those black leotards; I swear she does it on purpose to tease me. I'd fuck both of you all night, jump from one to the other and fill each of your little pussy's with my cum." He says almost taunting me. 

"C'mon baby, watch my pussy and let me see you shoot all that sticky cream out. Unless you want to wait for Mom so she can watch too." I moan.

"Maybe she'll jerk me off and you just watch and rub that little pussy of your's." He says.

We're both so close to cumming; I frantically rub my clit trying to time it so we can cum together. Matthew looks like he on the verge and I'm so close too. His hand almost matching my fingers in rhythm, let me see you cum, please I moan to myself. 

"I'm cumming." I moan as I feel every part of my body tingling.

"Me too." He moans almost in sequence to me.

It's beautiful how his cock looks squirting out thick white globs all over his chest. That big dick emptying itself for me too see and not buried inside me like last night. This is the most erotic part for me as I watch my own brother jerk the last of his cream out of his cock. To think that this is just the beginning takes my breath away.

My own climax just seems to continue forever as I rub furiously. Almost there, just a little more and I'll cum too. That's it, please set me free and take me. Arching my ass and opening my eyes, I just look at Matthew's chest covered in gooo as I climax. 

Relaxing for a few minutes, we both just let ourselves unwind. Funny how I became so focused, I think someone could have robbed us and we would not have noticed. I guess we can block our senses under stress, I could use more stress like this though.

Then I realize that something was different, the kitchen light is on. I didn't leave it on, I know I didn't, I lit a candle and dimmed the lights. How did the light go on? Oh no, could Mom be home already. Matthew looks at me and points to the kitchen and just whispers that Mom is in the kitchen. 

Without thinking I blurt out, "Mom, is that you." Matthew looks at me as though I lost my mind. He's naked and I'm on the loveseat with my legs wide open. Good lord, what have I done? Suppose she walks in, then what?

"Yeah, I got an earlier flight. What are you guys up to?" She asks.

What are we up to, how do I explain this to her. Matthew gets up and I head to the kitchen so she won't catch him naked. My heart feels like it is going to explode but also part of me feels like when I first read that story on the computer, I am tempting fate for sure this time.

Looking at her, I instantly notice her nipples are sticking straight out the material of her sweater like two darts. Something got her excited and I think I know what it is, did she see what we were doing? I can hear my heart pounding as different thoughts filter through my head.

"Hi." Is all I say as I hug her.

Do I really look like her? Guess I never really focused until this very moment. Tall and thin with jet black hair tied in a ponytail. Hardly looking like the image she has to portray herself too at work. Small boobs and long nipples just like me, what an advantage to be able to go bra less but they can't mask how excited she is now.

"It's great to be home, I get so tired lately being on the road so much." She says. 

Immediately, I feel the eyes on me as she scans me up and down. I forgot that I am almost naked from the waist down. My poor little kitty can't hide from her eyes as much as I try not to move. She doesn't seem upset either, curious.

"Nice nightshirt, I'm sure Matthew prefers it to that old robe. Boys will be boys. " She giggles. 

Now I am intrigued, she has to have seen what we were doing and now she teases me about exposing myself to Matthew. No anger or recrimination, I sense none from her but it's almost like she's giving her approval. Would she give her approval to what went on last night, teasing is one thing but fucking your own brother is another. Then again, a brother and sister masturbating in front of one another is not far from fucking. 

"I think Matthew is an ass and leg guy." I tell her. 

I feel safe now, I can't explain it but it just feels comfortable, just one of those instincts that seems to explain itself. No words needed either, just a sense it's ok to precede.

She looks at me and smiles and then reaches out and lifts my shirt up ever so slightly and we both look down at my bald kitty. This I didn't expect, what do I do now? I don't feel so secure standing there fully exposed to my mother's gaze.

"I think Matthew also likes looking at your pussy too." She says.

"Why wouldn't he, it's so cute." Is all I can think to say.

"You guys have to be more careful, especially Matthew, I don't want any stains on that couch. Make sure he has a towel from now on, just in case." She tells me.

She must have watched everything and she's ok with it. My head is spinning as I try and put the pieces together, in just a few days my world has been thrown up side down with Matthew. Now this, I never saw any of this coming, were there signs I missed? Was it just underneath the surface waiting to reveal itself? I'm excited just thinking about it.

Matthew walks in the room and looks at the two of us. Mom reaches out and just lifts my shirt again ever so slightly exposing my kitty to him. His face turns beet red at what she does which makes her break out laughing as she hugs him.

"I just was telling your sister how much I like her shirt." She teasingly tells him. Then quickly adds as she reaches out and touches his chest, "You better take a shower, you don't want to go to bed all sticky."

"Matthew likes getting sticky, don't you?" I say seductively.

"Look who's talking about getting sticky." He quickly replies.

Now, he has two women teasing him, he immediately senses that something new is going on. I can see his face relax as he digests what is happening between the three of us. His eyes gaze on Mom's erect nipples which she finally becomes aware of for the first time. Let's see how she reacts under scrutiny. 

"Must be cold outside." She simply tries to explain her dilemma. 

"Or really hot inside." He quickly adds.

"So, tell me how you two started...." She asks me.

"I can't explain it to myself quite yet let alone anyone else. When I first read that story on his computer, something just clicked and then as we added to the story he is writing now, it's like we are the characters acting out a scene in a play. Do I look like the type of girl who could be involved in such a torrid sex drama? Poor mousey Julie and yet it's intoxicating how excited I get as we act out new additions to the story." I explain to her.

For the next two hours we sit in a secluded booth at TGIF's and just talk about what Matthew and I are doing and then what's going on in her life. Sitting there, I become aware just how lonely she is, first I was shocked and then come to appreciate how she has dealt with her own sexual frustrations. 

She had been having an affair with a married man for the last five years. Perhaps affair is the wrong word, when she gets too frustrated she calls him and they set up a rendezvous just for the sex. Listening to her explain that she feels it safer to do that than get involved in a real relationship, makes me sad for her. This married man wouldn't leave his wife and that was fine with her. But she struggled with her conscience about being the other woman that she finally broke it off last month. 

Funny, initially I felt shock about her having sex with a married man, then realized what she must have felt when she saw Matthew and I masturbating in the living room together. I guess I see her a little differently now, we all have to cope with life in our own way whether others may approve of it or not. She's done what she thought was best for her at that moment. Who am I to say anything, she must know that her own son and daughter are fucking each other's brains out and hasn't condemned us.

"You two are just actors playing the roles in a story as it evolves." She says.

Interesting way of looking at it but she's right, we write a little and then go and perform what we write. I bet there would be a lot more sex y novels if all authors wrote this way.

"It's beyond words how exciting it makes me feel. Breaking all the rules, and then there's the ....." I leave the word sex out but it's so obviously implied.

"Sex." She finishes my statement.

"It's unbelievable, incredible how good it is, I can't stop thinking about it" I tell her.

"And the two of you are so intrigued with me catching you doing it." She says.

"We are, it drives us crazy just talking about it. Being caught and then having you act as though nothing is out of the ordinary when you find us fucking like rabbits makes both of us insatiable." I tell her.

All of a sudden, I sense how excited I'm getting as I just think about her walking in on as Matthew sticks that big dick inside me. My inhibitions are disappearing as I sit telling her how I fantasy about her and catching us. Somehow, I don't feel threatened by the fact she is my mother, right now I look at her more as an equal that a parent. 

"You know, I'm a pretty good writer myself, if the two of you don't mind maybe ..." She leaves the words hanging in mid air.

Become part of the story, are you serious? OH My God, this is getting so exciting. My panties are soaking just thinking of where this could go, Matthew would end up fucking the both of us. I would actually watch that big dick slide in and out of her as I make myself cum. Unbelievable, that's all I can think right now.

"The story is on his computer, why don't you add the next entry and we'll all act it out together." I say as I feel my heart racing.

Looking around, I notice for the first time that we are the center of attention for the guys sitting at the bar. I never really thought of myself as a girl that men would look at but I'm so horny right now that their stares are just fueling my fire. I like this feeling this way, so does Mom, I can tell.

Matthew and I just stare at the computer screen, he clicks the mouse and the type appears. Our story has a new entry; I just look at how hard his cock is as he sits reading as my pussy screams to slide down it. Pulling my eyes off that beautiful dick I begin to read too. 

'I watched in awe as Matthew's cock shot cum all over his chest, Julie sat across from him and fingered herself at the same time. They don't think I know what they are doing but their wrong. Tonight, when they least expect it, I'll walk in and catch them fucking. Matthew's big dick spreading Julie's pussy wide open for me to see.

"OH MY God." Is all I can say.

"I have an idea, turn the light on low and close the door." He says.

I turn the light on and close the door as Matthew swivels the chair towards the door and tells me to straddle him. Balancing my feet on his legs I spread myself wide open. What an image she is going to be greeted by, she'll just see me wide open on top of him and his cock in my pussy. Just his legs and balls will be showing, I feel myself dripping as I sit on top of him and slide him inside me.




The Story



"You're so bad." Is all I can say to him.

My heart races as I see the door slowly opening.



The Story



This story is a while not necessarily a sequel it would be helpful to read " half sister" for the background on my story as the story itself plays a part in this story. 

*

My name is Ryan; I have been married for 12 years and have three children with my wife. I'm 37 years old. Now I have always had an interest in and fantasized about incest. Now I didn't even know about my half sister Jessica till she was sixteen and I thirty one. We had met just a handful of times before her eighteenth birthday, and since then she comes to visit every few months. Around the same time she started being the object of my incest fantasies. To the point where wrote down one of my fantasies ( half sister) and submitted it to this site.

Now a few months ago I received an anonymous comment on my story. It said that my story was very familiar but different at the same time. So I replied to the comment saying that if it was familiar we should chat and I put my email address in it.

A few weeks later I got the shock of my life. While going through my email for the day I noticed one from Jessica, the subject was "your story". I was in shock, I had hoped that she left the comment but never really thought it could be. It must be a coincidence I thought as I clicked on the link. The mail came up on the screen and my heart started beating really fast as I read the message. All it said was " hot story lets talk" with a excerpt from the story. I didn't know what to do, I hadn't prepared for this. The next day I was in my garage working on my jeep when my phone rang, it was Jessica.

"hello." 

"hey bro, whats up?"

"I'm not really sure what to say."

"don't say anything." 

She said.

"can you take Thursday and Friday off from work?"

I thought for a second.

"yeah I can do that."

"good, I'm coming to see you."

"Don't tell anybody I'm coming, ill call you on Thursday morning."

Thursday morning around 9:30 I got a text from Jess that said.

" Holliday Inn room 234, key waiting for you at the desk. I'm waiting."

I left in a flash, driving there I couldn't help but thinking how unreal it seamed. I was so excited. I arrived at the hotel and approached the front desk. The clerk handed me the room key and a package. I opened the package to find a black bandanna and a note that read.

"wear this over your eyes when you come in."

I was so nervous on the way up to the room that I was shaking. Arriving at the door to the room I put the bandana over my eyes, and taking a breath I inserted the key into the lock. Not being able to see I slowly entered the room when I heard Jess" voice whisper softly in my ear as she took me by the hand.

"I want you so bad." She said. She then led me to the bed.

"ok, you can take off the blindfold now."

I reached up and pulled the rag from my eyes, my jaw dropping as I took in the sight before me. There was my baby sister lying seductively on the bed wearing a hot pink lace bra and thong with matching garter belt and white stockings. It was unreal, she was even more amazing looking than I had ever imagined.

Taking my hand she pulled me onto the bed and we started kissing like mad. It was different from any other woman I have ever kissed, hotter, it was electric. As we lay there kissing I started feeling her tits and ass, she rubbed my cock through my jeans. I have never enjoyed kissing as much as I did with her. When she sat up and started undressing me. She was staring me in the eye the whole time with want and desire. Once she had me completely naked we returned to kissing while she stroked my cock. After a couple of minutes she started kissing her way down to my cock. She was slowly stroking me while kissing and swirling her tongue around the tip, all the time looking me in the eyes. When she finally put it in her mouth I about came right then. Using long slow strokes she sucked me , taking my full 7 inches. Pausing for a second she looked up and said.

"you really do have a nice cock."

I was in heaven watching my sisters head bobbing up and down on my shaft. After a few minutes Jess began going faster and faster using her had to jerk me as she sucked. I couldn't take it anymore I felt my balls tighten. Then I shot rope after rope of my hot sticky load down her throat. She continued sucking me , swallowing every drop. It was amazingly hot watching as she continued playing with it.

"that was yummy." she said licking her lips " now its my turn."

I got up and slowly removed Jessica's panties revealing to me, for the first time, her beautiful mound. She was cleanly shaved except for a little patch of fur right above her slit. She lay back on the bed as I began teasing her clit with my tongue. She smelled amazing, I started furiously lapping at her pussy and clit. After only a couple of minutes she started bucking her hips and screaming.

"yes, oh yes. oh my fucking god yes." 

And she released a wave of her warm juices onto my face. I continued licking her as her orgasm subsided. Now I reached up and started gently squeezing her nipples. Within a minute she again bucked her hips as I squeezed her nipple hard.

"oh god, oh god, oh god, YES."

Again flooding my face with her juices. I kissed my way up her body and began kissing her deeply.

"that was fucking great!" she said, and she kissed me again. We lay there in each others arms as she caught her breath.

"ok." she said "I've been wanting say this to you since I read your story."

"what?" I said. As I kissed her softly. With a mischievous grin she looked at me and said.

"are you ready to fuck your baby sister?"

To be continued 



The Story and The Editor



I've read a number of erotic stories online and have been very surprised at how much I enjoy them. I find myself going back to the story site frequently. Sometimes I read one story and other times I have read many while I fondled my cock. The occasional story hits me just right and I actually pull my cock out and stroke myself to orgasm. Due to my new found enjoyment, I decided to try writing one myself. I then submitted it to a volunteer editor for feedback. First, read the story I submitted to the editor.

The Story

As I read erotic stories, I become very aroused. Sometimes it feels like my cock is burning a hole in my pants. I wish I could just jump into some of the stories and take part. I was reading a story about a young man who fantasized about having sex with his sister - She was one year younger than he. She was adorable. She was incredibly sexy and very cute. He longed to see her breasts, to touch them and to suck on her nipples. He wanted to hear her moan as he touched her. He wanted her to pull his hard cock from his pants and to love it in every way possible. He wanted them to be in love. He found himself staring at her breasts whenever she was near. It became an obsession. He wanted ... no ... he needed to make love with her. One day, they were both hanging out in the family room. They were home alone. She was lying on the couch and he was sitting in a chair. She was wearing a tube top and short-shorts. He could see her nipples standing up on top of her full tits. She had her legs spread. As he looked at her, he could see the outline of her pussy. As usual, his cock was hot and hard. They made small talk. They talked about whom they were dating. He asked her if she every got sexual with her dates.

"Well yeah," she responded. "I'm 18. If I like the guy, I usually want him to touch me and I like to touch him too. Don't you play around with your dates?"

"Sure. I like to suck their nipples. If that turns them on, I get very excited."

She smiled, "Do they get turned on by that?"

"Hell yeah!" he boasted, "I think I'm pretty good at playing with a girl's nipples. Does it turn you on when one of your dates plays with your nipples?"

She paused and then answered, "I've never let a guy see or touch my naked boobs. They have rubbed my nipples through my shirt. That does feel good."

"Why haven't you let a guy get all the way to your skin?"

"I guess I'm saving it for the right guy. It's one thing to paw at each other, but if I get naked, I better want to sleep with the guy."

"So, you're still a virgin?" he asked.

"I've masturbated a lot so I've had orgasms, but yeah, I'm a virgin."

"I think you're missing out on the best part of life." he said, "When a guy touches and kisses your naked nipples, it's a lot different than rubbing your boobs through your sweater. I think it's time for you to give that a try."

"But then he'll expect us to sleep together, won't he?"

"Yeah, probably he will. I think you'd enjoy that too."

"Well, I'm not sure I'm ready. It feels good enough just messing around on top of our clothes."

"Good enough isn't great. Try this and you'll see what I mean. Reach up and play with your boobs but keep your hands on top of your tube top."

"What? You can't expect me to lay her playing with myself in front of you."

"Oh what's the big deal? We're doing an experiment. Just try it."

"Well, what are you going to do, just sit there and watch me?"

"Sure, why not?"

"No way. If I do that, you've got to do something too."

"Like what?" he asked.

"I don't know, rub your dick through your shorts."

"Okay, no big deal. Now go ahead, put your hands up on your boobs."

She groaned and then she did it. She just laid them on top of her boobs.

"Come on," he said, "you've got to play with them. Squeeze them a bit. Tug at your nipples and make them get hard and erect."

"Well, rub your dick. Get a boner."

He said okay and started rubbing his hard cock through his exercise shorts. She watched him and at the same time started to tug on her nipples. Their eyes were locked on each other's bodies. She moaned and grabbed and squeezed her tits. She said, "You look like you're getting a pretty big hard-on."

"It's rock hard. But now, so you know the difference, slip your hands inside your top and start playing with and pinching your nipples. I think you'll see a big difference."

She smiled nervously, "Okay, but you have to slip your hand down inside your shorts and start stroking your big boner."

He got up and lay down on the couch at the opposite end from his sister. Their legs were spread wide open and they had a clear view of what each other was doing. He put his hand down his pants and grabbed hold of his hot meat. His sexy sister pushed her hands up inside her top and pulled on her nipples. They were both incredibly hot and horny. He said, "Now, pull your top off and experience the feelings you get when a man is looking at your naked boobs."

Maybe earlier she would have protested but she was ready now. She pulled her top over her head revealing her magnificent teenager tits. Her nipples were hard buds and were centered on top of her heaving, full breasts. He sighed when he saw them. She said, "Pull your dick out so I can see it. If you get to see my boobs, I get to see your dick."

She didn't have to beg. He wanted her to see his manhood. Here eyes grew wide when he pulled his cock out. "It's so big, it looks like it's going to burst." She said.

His eyes were fixed on her tits. He moaned, "God, your tits are the most beautiful I've ever seen." He looked at the crotch of her shorts. He could see it was wet, very wet. She pulled on her nipples and moaned but her eyes never left his cock.

"Baby," he said, "I think you better rub your pussy a little, you're getting pretty wet down there."

She arched her hips and pulled her shorts off. Her pussy was glistening with moisture. She rubbed her pussy and then played with her swollen clit. His fantasy was coming true. God, he loved her. He needed to fill her with his cock. He had to try. "Okay, I think you're getting the idea. Now remember, I told you that women love to have their nipples sucked. I think I should suck you nipples so you see how good it feels." She looked him in the eyes. He knew she wanted it, but would she let it happen? "Oh, I don't know." She groaned, "Oh, I think you better."

He moved up next to her and sucked a nipple into his mouth as he tugged on the other. She cried out, her body shook with pleasure. Her hand found his cock. She squeezed it so hard, he thought she might break it off. He kissed her and she probed his mouth with her tongue. Her tits were firm, her nipples were hard. He reached for her pussy. He slid a finger inside and she pushed her pussy towards his hand. He whispered in her ear, "My cock needs to be inside of you, please say yes."

She squeezed his cock harder and said, "Yes."

He got on top of his beautiful sister. She said, "Take me." He slid the head of his cock up to her moist pussy lips. She pushed towards him, "Put it in me. I want it in me."

He pushed it in. It's a good thing she was so wet because he'd never felt such a tight pussy. The two of them fucked in sweaty unison. She screamed with orgasmic pleasure as he shot the biggest load of his life deep within his gorgeous sister's pussy. 

Well, reading that story made me so hard and horny, I decided to call my own sister. She has always been a bit wild. I thought I might share an erotic story with her. When she answered, we chatted for a while. Then I told her that I'd been getting into reading erotic stories online. She said that sounded interesting. I had her get online and pull up the story I just read. I read it again as she read it for the first time. She was moaning a little over the phone line and then she read out loud, "You look like you're getting a pretty big hard-on." And then she said, "So brother, is your hard cock in your hand right now?" I said yes. She sighed, "Rub it for me, make it hot and hard."

I stoked my cock and I asked her, "What are your hands doing right now?"

She answered softly, "Mmmm, I'm pinching my left nipple as hard as I can and rubbing my clit. I'm very wet sweetie."

"God, I wish I could lick that wet pussy."

"You can and you will. I'll be over in ten minutes."

Well that was the end of my story. I sent it off to a volunteer editor with a note:

The Note

Hi. Thanks for reading this. I get very horny as I read it. I masturbated as I read it. I just don't know if someone else will enjoy it. I look forward to hearing from you.

She sent back a response in two days.

The Response

I have just read your story. I have bad news and good news. The bad news is I don't think you have any writing talent at all. The good news is, as I read your story, my pussy got warm and damp. I reached inside my robe and touched my clit. I am so into sex that even a bad writing job can still make my clit ache. My nipples were hard. I pinched both of them. I like to pinch them and pull on them while I rub my pussy. When I read the part about the sister wanting her brother's cock inside of her, my pussy got very wet. I decided to pick up the phone and call my brother. He's a horny boy, although he and I have never done anything sexual, I asked him if he wanted me to read him an erotic story. He said sure. When I got to the part in the story where the sister first lays her hands on her tits, I asked him if he was rubbing his cock. He said he was. I asked him if it was getting really hard and he said it was. I asked him if I could ever suck on his big, hard cock. He said he'd be over in ten minutes. Well, I just heard the doorbell ring so I have to go. You may not be a good writer, but I am going to fuck my brother and I owe it all to you. Try again, who knows what will come of it or is that who will cum from it.

The End or Is It?



The Story and the Show



"Buy me a drink."

I turned to the smirking face of a thin, sharp-edged woman. Aggravation flared into anger as I watched her white-blue eyes dance over my face.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

I wanted to be left alone. Not bothering with politeness, I turned back to the bar.

She never wavered. Instead, my attitude seemed to do nothing but whet her appetite.

"I'm your date."

"Now," she paused dramatically, before sliding low onto the stool next to me. "I said, buy me a drink."

Okay, first of all, I'm not into any of that S & M shit, so I wasn't about to be ordered around. And, I had no intention of buying anyone anything.

With a sneer, I tossed my shoulder length auburn hair over my shoulder and opened my mouth to let her have it.

Before I could say anything, she laughed.

Bitch!

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are..."

I was fuming, but she simply winked.

"I'm guessing you're not going to buy me a beer. I'll tell you what," she said with a suddenly disarming grin. "Give me five minutes outside. If you still don't want anything to do with me, I'll disappear. Scouts honor."

Still pissed; I thought about telling her to go to hell, but something stopped me. I hated to admit to myself that she intrigued me. Her approach, her manner, her demands all screamed trouble, but I hesitated. The truth was, I was bored. None of the women I had known so far had anywhere near the cold, steel nuts this woman seemed to carry with so little effort.

The decision made; I slid off the stool.

"Five minutes. And this better be good."

The cocky smile never left her face.

"I don't think you'll be disappointed."

I led the way to the door and into the cool September air. Once outside, she took the lead and stopped beside a metallic gray Mustang convertible.

"My car," she announced with unconcealed pride.

"That's great," I replied with as much sarcasm as I could muster. "Is this what I came out here to see?"

"Hardly," she said cheerfully.

That damn smile was beginning to seriously get on my nerves. I wanted it gone.

"You're down to three minutes."

I watched as she reached into the front of the Mustang and pulled out a thin stack of paper. Under the lamps illuminating the parking lot, she handed the stapled lot to me.

My stomach flipped as I recognized one of my short story manuscripts.

"What the hell are you doing with this?"

I fought the panic that was beginning to edge into my voice. The story was one I never intended to have published. I wasn't even sure why I had written it. It was a frighteningly personal account of one of my deepest fantasies and not something I would ever have the nerve to actually do. In fact, I had kept it buried in the back of my closet for months. No one knew it existed, except...

"Shit! Did you get this from Beth?"

Beth, my ex-roommate turned archrival. She and I had not ended our relationship on good terms and now it seemed she had scored an embarrassing hit on my pride.

"She seemed to think it was good office reading."

Perfect, I thought. Just perfect.

"You mean she passed this around to all the restaurant staff?"

I was going to kill that crazy whore!

White, blinding spots filled my vision as I felt a sharp rage settle in behind my eyes.

"Hey," the stranger's soft voice cut through the thunder rumbling in my head.

"It's okay," she reassured me calmly. "I was the first person she handed it to and I kept it to myself."

Relief washed over me.

I leaned heavily on the car beside the woman and turned to her, all the sarcasm and attitude gone from my voice.

"Thank you. I mean it. I owe you big," I extended my arm toward her. "I'm Charlie."

She took my hand in a warm grip. "I know. It's on the manuscript."

Oh, yeah.

"I'm Tessa."

I looked at her, really looked for the first time and was surprised to find that she was actually pretty attractive. Her face was angular and sharp, yet warm and open at the same time. It was an interesting contradiction.

She glanced at her watch and then curled her lips into a playful smile.

"I think my time may be up. Should I go or can I get that beer now?"

The least I could do was buy her a beer. I mean; she had saved me from total humiliation. If anyone had read that story...

I stopped breathing momentarily as I realized that someone had. At least two someones, to be exact. Beth, oh man, Beth had read it and was no doubt planning on telling the world, one person at a time. I shuddered at that idea, and then reassured myself by making a silent promise to rip her tongue out the first chance I got.

That left Tessa.

My face flushed hot red.

Tessa must have noticed my sudden mental panic attack.

"Maybe I should go," she said quietly.

I glanced at her again. For the first time, she was wearing a serious expression. Shockingly, I realized I wanted that smile back.

"No," I said rather loudly. "I'm sorry. I'd like to buy you a beer. I mean; it's the least I can do, right?"

That's all it took to get her smiling again.

She let me buy her a beer, and then two. It was around midnight when the short story came up again.

"My ex took off with my cat and most of our savings account and left me with a run-down apartment and a six-month lease, in my name," Tessa recalled with a shake of her head. "So, here I am, working at that God awful restaurant until the lease is up and I can go back to Texas."

I could sympathize. I'd had my share of 'screw-you' breakups.

"That's a tough one," I stated. "But, sounds like you're better off without her."

Tessa smiled at me from across the table.

Her eyes drifted down to the forgotten manuscript beneath my elbow.

She tapped it once with her fingertips.

"I liked it."

Damn!

"Uh, thanks." I wanted to change the subject, fast. "So, you don't like it here, huh?"

She wasn't going to let me off the hook that easily.

Her eyes twinkled playfully in the dim light of the bar. "I like it fine, right now. Can I ask you a question?"

I hesitated. Something in her eyes warned me this question would not be one I would like.

"Where did you get the idea for your story?"

I saw amusement flicker across her angular face.

Uh oh. Time to stop this conversation.

I stood, manuscript in hand. "It was nice to meet you, Tessa. Thanks for bringing me the short story. I really appreciate it, but it's getting late and I need to get going."

"Hey, wait." She jumped up to stand beside me. Concern filled her features. "Don't leave. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that I..."

Her hand on my wrist felt warm as I waited for her to continue. She dropped her gaze to the grimy floor below.

"I read your story and I wanted to meet you."

Her eyes met mine.

"Have you written any more like it?"

What?

"A couple."

Where was this going?

"Would you let me ... I mean, could I read them?"

"Why?"

I really wanted to know what was going on in her head.

"Because," Tessa paused just long enough to make me edgy. "I want to know if we share any more fantasies."

I must have flinched because her grip tightened slightly on my arm. She was wrong, though. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Are you serious?"

Her mouth curled upward as she nodded slowly.

"I've never been more serious."

Wow.

I thought it over for all of ten seconds.

"Then let's get out of here. My apartment is ten minutes away."

She followed me to my truck, leaving her own Mustang in the parking lot. I promised her a ride back to pick it up the next day, so she climbed into the cab of my F150 and then to my small two-bedroom brick home.

I tossed my car keys onto the coffee table and grabbed us both a beer from the fridge. Meanwhile, she took in the surroundings, eyeing my small space with its scattered chaos.

"So, if I bring you another one of my stories and you like it, then what?" I asked, dropping into the recliner across from Tessa, who had made herself comfortable on my old sofa.

The smile came back.

"If I like it, then I like it," Tess responded with a shrug. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, closing the distance between us until the faint scent of her body spray drifted into my nostrils.

"I'm not afraid to admit what turns me on. Apparently, you aren't either, if your story is based on truth."

I swallowed hard. This woman was beginning to get to me.

It occurred to me then that she was offering me a chance to play out the very fantasy I'd written about in the dreaded manuscript. A shudder of desire passed through me. This could get interesting.

"The story," I began, leaning forward myself. "Is not a story I meant to share. But, now that you've read it ..."

She touched my knee with just the fingertips of her right hand.

"Now that I've read it..."

Her hand slid upward, leaving a trail of tingles behind.

We were only inches apart. Her eyes searched mine and found an answer to a question neither of us had asked. Satisfied, she took the initiative and leaned in.

My lips quivered under the strength of her request. She tasted of beer and heat and I drank her in as we clashed together in a battle of lips and tongues.

For me, it had been a long dry spell and as she explored my mouth with demanding confidence, I became primed and wired for liftoff.

Especially when I felt her cup my left breast and roll my nipple between her fingers.

I pulled back as the thunder in my chest began to move south, my body screaming in protest.

"Wait."

Panting, I struggled for self-control as she dropped her gaze to my heaving chest and smiled.

Oh my.

Her voice, when it came, was thick with desire.

"Do you have what we need?"

There was no need to ask what she meant. I knew.

"Upstairs."

She stood, pulling me up with her.

My body slid against her as she leaned into me.

Heat.

Instant fire filled the hidden places of my senses.

Taking her by the hand, I led the way upstairs.

I kept a thick 8" strap-on in the dresser beside my bed. As soon as we entered the room, I took it from its resting place and handed it to her.

"Will that do?" I asked, nervousness adding an extra quiver to my voice.

Her smile was more like that of a wolf's leer.

"Yes, it will do just fine," she replied, running her hand up and down the realistic shaft. Her eyes played over mine, daring me to back out.

"The clothes?" she asked, her voice dropping an extra notch.

My heart hammered to a completely new rhythm.

"Yeah, I'll get them," I muttered, desperately trying to regain some composure. It was clear she was in control, but this was my fantasy, after all. Shouldn't I be the one in charge?

I reached into the bottom dresser drawer and took out the clothes I had lifted from my brother's closet.

"These should fit," I said, tossing the clothes on the bed.

She smiled with satisfaction, as she looked them over.

"What about you? Do you have everything else?"

"Yes."

I shuddered at the look of undisguised excitement that crossed her angular face.

"Good. Give me ten minutes to change."

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I hurried to the closet and took what I would need. She watched silently, not making a move to change until I began to leave. The last thing I saw before stepping into the hallway was a wolf-like grin slowly spread across her angular features.

I would have given my left arm to watch her morph into the young street punk of my fantasy, but I understood the sensations would only be heightened by the forced anticipation.

"Okay. I'll be downstairs."

I changed fast, but not fast enough to overlook the most important details of my new identity. It only took a few minutes for me to become the epitome of a classic streetwalker, complete with short skirt and too tight silk sleeveless blouse. Once everything was in place, I ran my hands through my stubborn hair and realized my hands were shaking.

What was I getting into?

The plan called for a complete release of all my inhibitions. In order for the fantasy to be all that it could be, I had to totally trust the woman upstairs. The moment we stepped outside, she would have absolute control.

That thought made my knees weak. Like I said, I wasn't into any of the domination/submission type stuff, but this would come dangerously close to the edge of that very thing.

I calmed my shaky nerves by reminding myself her control was only contingent upon my permission. Surprisingly, I discovered I was looking forward to giving her that and more.

While I waited for her, my mind whirled with possibilities. By the time I heard her footsteps on the stairs, I was practically bouncing with anticipation.

Everything inside me stilled at the sight of what she had become. She was androgyny personified. My lungs threatened to revolt as I forgot to breathe. The clothes were all male and I knew what was strapped beneath, but that was where the maleness stopped.

Her small breasts made no impact on the loose shirt, but no one would ever mistake her for a man. She was too smooth, too sensual. Femininity hummed in the air around her.

The blend was mystifying.

"You like?"

Swallowing hard, I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

Her eyes drifted over me, taking in my new persona.

"Nice."

Tessa took my hand and led me to the front door.

"Ready?" she asked.

Was I ready?

From somewhere deep inside, my instincts took over. As I stood there, her hand in mine, it occurred to me that nervousness could rob me of this opportunity if I let it. Determination filled me, pushing aside the last of my reservations.

"Oh, yeah."

It was closing in on two a.m. when we finally left the apartment. The streets were quiet as I slid behind the wheel of my truck, before having another thought.

"You drive," I said, realizing it would be more appropriate and fitting for her disguise. I fought off another wave of nervousness as her hand closed around my quivering knee.

"Alright," she said with another one of those smiles. No disguise on Earth could hide the effect of that smile. "Do you know where it is?"

I swallowed a fierce desire to cut and run screaming back to the house. Instead, I reached deep within and found what little courage remained in my pounding chest.

"I've never actually been there, but I think it's behind the laundry mat over on Orlando Street."

My answer seemed to satisfy her and she pulled her hand back to her own lap. We changed sides and I ignored the wave of disappointment I felt at the sudden loss of contact. Seconds later, she pulled my truck out onto Main Street.

Less than ten minutes later, we were there. No signs beckoned us or announced the nature of our destination, but I knew we were in the right place when I caught a glimpse of a massive bouncer standing just outside the doorway.

"This is going to be amazing," Tessa murmured beside me. "Let's go."

I glanced at the semi-full parking lot. Apparently, for these patrons, the night was still young.

"Right," I said with a burst of anticipation. My heart thudded quickly; reminding me this was my fantasy. It was time I started to enjoy it.

We left the truck and started for the door. Halfway there I felt Tessa's hand on the small of my back. She left it there as we each gave the huge bouncer our ID's.

He took a second look at Tessa in her disguise, but let us pass as we each forked over fifty bucks. Money was money, after all.

Inside, we were greeted by an array of sights and sounds. There were no overhead lights, just a scattering of off-color fluorescent bulbs mounted on the walls just above our heads.

Assorted candles littered the small drink tables surrounded by an array of fat-cushioned chairs.

Past the sitting area was the stage, where two women were moving together in an erotic display of pure passion. A pair of soft table lamps lit the stage from where they were placed on either side of the performance couch and both women looked almost translucent as they continued their sensual display. Their embrace left me breathless as I watched the taller of the two slip her hand between the smaller woman's legs.

The audience voiced it's approval and for the first time I focused on the bodies that filled the sitting area. Women and men of various ages and sizes focused the two women on stage as they performed for the crowd. There must have been at least thirty or forty people there.

"Over here," Tessa's voice caressed my ear. "There's a free booth."

She led me to the empty booth near the right side of the stage where we had a clear, unobstructed view of the women.

I settled on to the soft cushions nearest the wall. Tessa slid in close beside me.

"Wait here," she whispered. "I'm going to get us a drink and find out who's next."

Tingles sped up and down my spine at the feel of her breath on my earlobe and her hand as it slid down the back of my neck. I was afraid to speak, so I simply nodded.

As soon as I was alone, my attention shifted back to the stage. By this time, the taller woman was licking and kissing her way down the small blonde's flat belly. My body hummed as the blonde lifted her leg onto the tall brunette's shoulder. With a swift attack, the brunette dove forward and buried her face in the blonde's slick folds.

I gasped as the blonde cried out. Her back arched and her cries turned into low, earthy moans as the brunette devastated her with her mouth.

Trying hard not to squirm in my seat, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sounds coming from the stage.

"Whoa," Tessa said in a low voice as she perched on the edge of my seat. "That's hot."

I opened my eyes and took the cold beer from her slim hand.

"Very," I agreed, taking a long swallow. My voice was hoarse and my breathing was shallow. The women were getting to me.

Tessa must have picked up on my increased state of arousal because she turned to face me.

"We're next," she said, placing her hand on my thigh. "You ready?"

My heart tripped. I closed my eyes once again and leaned back against the soft chair.

Was I ready?

Tessa took my silence as consent and began to move her fingers up and around my thigh. My heart rate increased as she took the beer from my quivering hand and set it on the low table.

The blonde on stage was coming undone by this time and I opened my eyes long enough to watch her arch up and off the couch, clutching the back of the brunette's head in a white-knuckled grip.

Her cry of release was nearly my own undoing. It took every ounce of self-control I owned to reach down and still Tessa's wandering fingers.

"If you touch me again, I'm done," I breathed, fighting hard to steady my voice. "If we're going to do this, you have to wait."

Tessa sighed her disappointment, but removed her hand, nonetheless.

Breathing easier, I reached for my beer and sipped it slowly as the blonde reached for the brunette. The smaller woman pulled the brunette up and onto her chest, where the taller woman straddled the blonde's face.

The audience mumbled its' approval as the blonde began her feast.

I glanced at Tessa, who had her gaze glued to the women on stage. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she watched the blonde attack the brunette with fervor.

Fascinated, I turned my full attention to the woman beside me. It was my first chance to see her aroused and I was unable to look away. Her sharp eyes narrowed and her hand gripped the chair arm.

I couldn't resist. Leaning in close to her right ear, I whispered, "You like that, don't you?"

Her breath caught.

Encouraged, I continued.

"Imagine how she feels."

I dropped my voice and swirled my fingers on her bare forearm.

"How she tastes..."

Tess stilled my hand. Turning her intense sapphire eyes to me, she murmured, "I don't care how she tastes. All I care about is how you taste."




The Story and the Show



My chest tripped as she continued.

"I'm imagining how you're going to fill my mouth and how your back will arch over me when you cum..."

"Stop! Oh, man! Tessa, you have to stop! You're killing me!" I hissed.

The brunette on stage came in a loud, echoing voice as Tessa claimed my lips in a brutal, possessive kiss.

I was vaguely aware of the audience clapping and the squat bartender hopping up on to the stage. Tessa pulled away as the burly man lifted an old microphone and announced there would be one more act before closing.

My breath caught as I realized he was talking about us.

Behind him a female assistant quickly changed the cotton sheet and plastic covering on the oversized sofa.

When she finished, the bartender waved us over.

Here we go!

The whole scene felt surreal as Tessa took my hand and guided me onstage. My heart paused and then went into overdrive as she gently guided me onto the sofa.

Time stopped, as I sat back to watch her begin a slow striptease between my spread legs. I forgot about the crowd. No one else existed at that moment. If I had thought I would be nervous, I was wrong. I had no time for nerves, just desire.

As she stripped, the contrast between her purely feminine movement and the unmistakably masculine clothing was intriguing. I focused on her eyes as she lifted the thick leather jacket up and off her shoulders. That left just the tight white wife-beater and the baggy cargo pants beneath.

She was so sexy in the wife-beater that I almost hated to see it go.

Almost.

With a quick, practiced movement, it was on the floor beside the jacket. The reality of the moment slammed into me as I focused on her small, heaving breasts. Licking my lips, I sat up straight and reached for the delicious treats before me.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the sound of the audience as they cheered us on, but just as quickly, I forgot about them once more.

My only real concern was an intense need to feel her naked skin against my own. Taking the initiative, I pulled my soft, silk, sleeveless blouse over my head and tossed it aside.

Tessa helped me with my bra and then she was there, leaning over me, closer and closer until we were breast-to-breast, skin-to-skin.

I couldn't stop the long sigh of pleasure that ripped from my chest.

She felt so good.

Her lips on mine brought me up and into her as I arched toward the sensations. She gently pushed me down onto the couch and followed, stretching her soft, wiry frame against the heat of my skin.

"You feel like silk," she murmured against my neck.

Her hands were all over me, caressing and stroking me up and toward the brink of something just out of my grasp.

"Tessa," I begged. "... Lose the pants, now!"

With a quick nip to the soft skin just beneath my ear, she obliged.

Rising onto her knees, Tessa loosened the belt that held the cargo pants.

Instantly, I felt the loss of her warmth, but found some satisfaction in the sight of her lean hips as the pants fell away.

Vaguely, I registered the sound of the audience as they let out a collective round of murmurs. No one moved or made a sound as Tessa stood and stepped the rest of the way out of the cargos, revealing what was hidden underneath.

I knew what they saw, but I still caught my breath at the sight before me.

It was there, jutting out from her slim hips at an almost obscene angle. I spared a quick glance into her eyes and watched them change into a deep cobalt color as she licked her lips and brought her right hand up to her mouth.

My clit twitched as I watched her slowly lick the first three fingers of her right hand before lowering her arm and grasping the thick shaft in a firm grip.

Her eyes never left my face as I watched her begin to stroke the shaft in a calm, steady movement. As my shallow breathing began to increase, so did her speed, until Tessa was working the dildo at a rapid fire pace.

The audience loved it. I could hear whistles and cheers coming from the spellbound crowd. They wanted more and so did I.

"Your turn," Tessa ordered. Her voice was low and thick. She nodded once toward the dark crowd. "Let's give them something to remember."

I would have followed her anywhere by then and done anything possible to please the magnificent creature beckoning me. She was becoming my salvation, leading me where I had been afraid to go before.

I tasted freedom on the backside of this night and I wanted her to take me there.

"Yes," I whispered. On trembling legs, I stood before the crowd.

Tessa placed a hand on either side of my bare hips and guided me to the edge of the stage.

It was time to reveal what was beneath my own costume. Every nerve in my body tingled as I reached for the zipper of my short skirt.

It had been so easy for Tessa, in her boy clothes with that swagger she wore so well. Her confidence was enormous and I drew strength from the warmth of her hand as she caressed my bareback.

Her switch had been almost too easy. Tessa had been a completely feminine woman who had transformed into a total butch without so much as a pause.

My chore, as it was, had been to transform my mostly butch persona into a total femme.

In essence, we had borrowed each other's identity for the night and now we were going to carry it past that point and to the next level.

"Now, Charlie. You can do it," she breathed. Her voice was an anchor as I half-turned to look into her eyes.

I'm not sure what the audience expected, but there was a stillness to them that hadn't been there before. The silence itself was conspicuous due to the lack of noise, rather than the abundance of it. You could have, literally, heard a pin drop.

Taking a deep breath, I took hold of the edge of the fabric and pushed downward, never once breaking eye contact with Tessa. When she saw the black lace panties, I heard her gasp.

I could feel the head of the fake penis rub against the top of my thigh as she leaned in close behind me. Her hands slipped around and down to the edge of my damp lace panties. With a quick tug, she slid them down and off my hips, tossing them aside without pause.

Completely naked now, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the feel of the audience. As easily as I had forgotten them before, I was now unable to think past the murmurs and scattered moans that filled the room. I knew they were taking in every inch of my exposed body and it unnerved me.

I was saved from myself and my doubts as Tessa's fingers brought me back to her with a lightning bolt of sensation.

"So wet..." she murmured. Her silky lips brushed against my cheek as she pulled me back against her. The substitute phallus slid between my legs from behind as her fingers circled my clit in the front.

The low rumble of the audience signaled their approval as Tessa continued to manipulate my senses.

My knees threatened to buckle as Tessa began to gyrate against me.

"The couch..." she suggested, turning me away from the crowd.

I followed her to the sofa and eased back against the cushions. Tessa hovered over me, patiently waiting for me to get comfortable. I fought back the urge to reach for her again. I wanted her to initiate the rest of the encounter. That was part of the fantasy. I had to relinquish control. It was all up to her.

Tessa moved close until she was standing rigid between my spread legs. The large fake phallus was inches from my face, demanding my immediate attention.

To my surprise, my mouth started to water. I wanted that stiff rubber dick because it was attached to Tessa. Looking up once into her hooded eyes was enough to let me know she wanted this as much as I did. So, without warning, I grabbed the shaft and pulled her hard toward me. Tessa groaned my name as I took the tip between my lips and went to work.

I felt her fingers as she wound them tight in my auburn hair. After a couple of minutes, she started to thrust her hips toward me, making hoarse noises the whole time.

After only a couple of minutes, I pulled away. I forgot about the audience once again. There was only the two of us.

Without hesitation, I lay back on the couch and beckoned her to come with me.

She was stroking the large shaft again and I held her gaze as she lowered her slim body onto mine. I lifted my right leg up against the back of the sofa and spread my left as far as it would go.

I was wet and aching as she gently eased the rubber head toward the welcoming lips of my pulsing center.

I'm not sure who groaned the loudest when she finally thrust into me. All I know is we arched together, putting every ounce of effort we could into merging our bodies as close as possible.

Tessa moaned my name and began to increase the pace of her thrusts as I opened up to her. Dropping her head, she claimed my lips in a brutal display of passionate possession. Her slim hips fit between my thighs as if she were forged there.

It didn't take long until I felt the first twinges of release curl through my stomach and breathe fire into my aching wetness.

"Tessa, faster..." I begged shamelessly.

She obliged and I was gone. Light slammed into the back of my eyelids as I called to Heaven and then to her.

Wave after wave rolled over me. When I finally found a way to breathe again, Tessa was there, holding me, guiding me back to the reality of what had just happened.

As my senses returned to semi-normal, I gave Tessa a small push. Just enough to disengage our entangled bodies. As she slid from me, I flipped her over and straddled her thin frame.

"Your turn," I whispered, dropping my head to nibble on her bottom lip. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she hissed. Her chest rose and fell in a rhythm that promised she was telling the whole truth and nothing but.

"Good."

I reached for the slippery phallus left forgotten at her hips and quickly unstrapped it from her thin waist. After dropping it on top of our wrinkled pile of clothes, I slid my torso back up over hers and whispered in her ear.

"Sit up."

She complied with a smile as I repositioned myself back down onto the sofa, chest up. I took her hand and pulled her up and over me. I sighed as I felt her wetness coat my belly while she eased her wiry frame on top of me.

After a quick kiss, I gave her one last command.

"Straddle me. I want to taste you."

Her soft whimper sent shivers of anticipation throughout my skin. Seconds later, her warmth engulfed my senses. The scent of her filled my nostrils just before my first taste of her sent me into a tailspin.

Somehow, over the roar in my ears, I could hear the crowd cheer. Tessa was giving them exactly what they wanted.

And, I wasn't doing too badly, either.

I licked every inch of her while she squirmed and rode my mouth in an increasing frenzy. I tried to keep up with her, but it was impossible. She was all over the place, her hips rising and falling, pinning me in a cocoon of slick heat.

I drank her in, savoring the moment, until she suddenly stiffened and cried out. A fresh onslaught of wetness covered my lips, dripping down my chin, as she pulsed around me.

Her orgasm lasted for what seemed like an eternity and I held on to her, waiting for the rush to pass. When it did, I helped her up, wiped my face and stood to the sound of raucous applause and catcalls coming from the crowd.

We stood there, in the spotlight, naked and satiated. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips.

"Thank you for this," I said.

Her eyes sparkled in amusement.

"Trust me. It was my pleasure."

I squeezed her fingers once more before releasing them. We bent and quickly gathered our clothes, then left the stage. After dressing in the shadows of the stage, we made our way through the back of the audience and out into the cool night air.

We were the last 'act' of the night, so the crowd cleared out at the same time we did.

"That was incredible," I said, still not sure I believed it had actually happened.

"Yes, it was," she replied, sliding into the cab of the truck.

Her playful smile lit up the night as she said, "I can't wait to check out your next story."



The Story Behind the Joke



(Three friends stranded on the side of the road walk to a farm house where a farmer's wife offered to put them up for the night in her barn under the condition that all three ladies stay away from her virginal nineteen year old son. As the girls lay in the barn, the first one tells the other two that she was going to sneak in and deflower the guy. Even though they try to talk her out of it, she walks up to the back door and is about to enter when she steps on a squeaky step. When the mom yells who's there, she meows like a cat until the mom goes back to bed. She then enters the house, fucks the boy and goes back to the barn to tell her friends. The second friend goes up and does the same, imitating a cat so she doesn't get caught and fucks him too. The third out of jealousy walks up and steps on the step. When the farmer's wife asked who it was, she responded that it was the damn cat and go back to sleep so she could fuck her son.)

Now here's what really happened: 

Our story started like the joke. Three good friends were driving down a country road in the middle of the evening when they felt the car begin to stall. It took only a moment for Piper to move the car along the side of the road as her friends Barbie and Gina were trying to call their dads on their cells. The car came to a stop and so to their attempts at rescue when they checked their signals and found that they were out of range of the nearest cell phone tower. Barbie began to freak out since her boyfriend Chad was waiting for them at the party about three hours away. In her mind, she wanted to feel his massive lineman arms around her petite waist while his grizzly goatee tickled her sensitive nipples. She began to twirl her shoulder length blond hair around her fingers as the thoughts began to moisten her pussy under her cheerleader style skirt. She could feel her nipples hardening under her white half shirt as she kept dreaming about him. 

Piper and Gina looked at Barbie and whispered to themselves how they could tell what Barbie was thinking about. As they began to look around for any sort of life, Gina pointed towards a farm house about a quarter mile away. Gina began to walk towards it as Piper locked her car and grabbed onto Barbie's wrist to guide her. Piper was watching Gina's long black hair as the moon shone on it. Gina's hair went down to the middle of her back and guided her eyes towards the tight white shorts Gina was wearing that concealed an ass she could bounce quarters off of. Gina wore a pair of white tennis shoes with ankle length socks. Her wiry black frames reflected the moonlight on her lenses as she looked back and teased Piper that she needed to watch the road instead of her ass. There was a giggle in the air as the friends kept walking until the farm house came into view. 

Piper walked forward and knocked on the back door as Gina held onto Barbie's hand. A set of eyes saw all three of them through blinds before a nineteen year old farm boy walked to the door with his finger to his lips. He began to ask the girls if they were lost as he eyed Piper. Piper had her auburn hair hanging down while she wore a t-shirt that barely concealed her perky breasts. The shorts of denim along her waist seemed to have been painted on as they barely covered the essentials. As she began to explain what happened, Gina and Barbie noticed the farm boy was only wearing a pair of overalls with no shoes and no apparent sign of underwear. Gina even noticed the slight outline of a bulge around his crotch as Gina asked if they could use his phone. Before he had the chance to invite them in, a loud woman yelled for him to get back in the house. 

The farm boy went back into the house as his mother came out and started to growl at the three coeds. She then demanded to know what they were doing there. As Piper began to explain, the farm boy slid behind his mom and told her that they were headed to a party and their car broke down. As he asked his mom if they could stay for the night or at least call for a ride, she seemed to calm down as she invited Piper to come in and call. Piper was grateful as she entered the house and attempted to call her boyfriend. When she heard a female voice on the phone telling her that he was getting fucked by another girl, she calmly put the phone back on the cradle before telling the girls that they were stuck for the night. 

Piper did her best to keep inside her anger until all three girls were given blankets and pillows and led out to the barn by the cute farm boy. As the farm boy left after ensuring all the girls were settled, Gina turned to Piper and let her know that the coast was clear. Piper snuck under the blanket and began to cry as she told the girls about her boyfriend cheating on her at the party. Gina crawled over and started hugging Piper as Barbie sat there shocked. Piper began to cry into Gina's shoulder as Barbie looked outside the barn before calling the girls over. 

Gina gave Barbie the look of not now when they were all rewarded with a good view of farm boy undoing his overalls in his bedroom window. They saw a body with no tan lines and a nice looking cock that could only be described as massive by the city slickers in the barn. The girls huddled together and began to talk about how they would ease that guy's hardness until Barbie started saying that she was going up there. The girls tried to talk her out of it partially because they knew she would do it if not stopped and partially out of the fear of getting caught. Barbie decided to hold off for the time being. 

As Gina and Piper fell asleep, Barbie was slowly rubbing her pussy under her skirt thinking about her boyfriend before the thought of the farm boy took over her thoughts. She started getting very wet as she thought about his very massive inexperienced tool sliding in there. She bit her lip as a small climax overtook her. She got up and began to head towards the dark house slowly. She saw the light in his window as it went out. She took a deep breath and stepped onto the porch. She carefully opened the screen door and found herself in the kitchen. She went towards the sink so that if she was asked, she could use it as an excuse. 

His voice caught her by surprise. She turned and saw him standing there completely naked. She saw the grin on his face that was a mixture of fascination and goofiness. As she walked towards him, he took her by the hand and led her upstairs to his room. She could hear the creaks and strains of the wood in the house as they headed upstairs. The only thing keeping her at bay was the sight of his perfect cute rear in front of her. 

Once in his room, he turned and asked if she was a virgin. She shook her head before she slowly fell to her knees and started to stroke his cock slowly. As she looked up at him, she asked him how big it was. He replied that it was ten inches from the last time he measured. Her hands felt really soft on his cock as he began to moan. She then asked if they would be able to do something without getting caught. He smiled at her telling her that his mom was a heavy sleeper. With that being said, Barbie slowly opened her lips and took the head of his cock into it before she felt his hand touching her cheek. It was such a tender moment. Barbie felt like his angel as she slowly took the first few inches into her mouth. 

He moaned loudly, warning her that he was going to cum already. Barbie began trying to slide more into her mouth in an effort to have him shoot down her throat, but she could only fit about six inches inside of her. She felt his dick spasm a bit as the first load began to fill her mouth. In the past, she never swallowed because her boyfriend told her how sick it was to do so, but that time she felt his fluid slip down her throat as he started to pull out of her mouth. She felt slutty and wanton as she slowly rose up from the ground and pushed the farm boy onto his bed. 

She began to pull up her half shirt to reveal her lacey covered tits to the farm boy. She asked him if he ever saw a real pair of tits before. His response was just his open mouth as she slowly unhooked the front clasp to let hers free. Her nipples were already hardened as she moved closer. He sat up and began to suck on the left one as she quietly told him to bite them gently. He was a good student as his teeth started biting into the nipple as her hand went onto the back of his head to push him in. His other hand was slipping under her skirt as he slowly rubbed her right cheek. She started to grind her hips over his member as it began to stir a little. 

She released his head as she asked if he ever saw a woman's pussy before. Again, his open mouth said all she wanted to know as she turned away from him to unbutton the skirt and let it fall to the floor. There he saw her matching lacey high cuts which showed off a good amount of her rear before she bent down in front of him and playfully pulled her panties to the side to reveal her shaven pussy. She had him come in closer to notice how wet she was already just from his foreplay. She then had him scoot back as she allowed the panties to fall to the ground. 

After she was naked, she crawled onto the bed and began to lie back as he slowly leaned towards her and they kissed for the first time. She took his hand and slowly used it to stroke her clit. She then quietly told him to slide a finger inside her. The invasion of his finger startled her as he began to pump a little more roughly than she was searching for. She quietly told him to slow down as her hand found his and pressed it against her clit. He again turned out to be a good student as he was soon rubbing her clit before his tongue found it for the first time. 

Piper watched the movement from the farmhouse. By the time Barbie was naked and in the farm boy's bed, her shorts were already off of her and her fingers found her panty covered pussy and was rubbing it imagining what they were doing. A different hand found hers and startled her before Gina leaned over and planted her lips over hers and slid her tongue in. The two secret lovers began to kiss as they always did as Gina's finger formed a hook and slid into Piper. Gina knew every millimeter of Piper's privacy and knew how to make her cum while Piper's hands worked on pressing Gina's mouth more onto hers. As they separated, Gina asked if Barbie was having any luck with the farm boy. 

Barbie was ready to feel his cock inside her when he slowly began to slide it in. In her mind, she knew he was always going to remember his first time with her, so she wanted to help him move slowly so they both could enjoy it. His cock slid almost all the way in before he started to withdraw. Her legs held him fast as he started to pump inside her slowly. His mouth found her nipple again as they were joined. Barbie knew that she was trying to time everything so she climaxed just before he did so he could pull out. 

It appeared out of nowhere. She felt herself crest over her climactic wave as his dick kept pounding. She then began to tell him to pull out. He was shocked before she started to stroke his cock towards her breasts. The feeling of her firm grasp combined with the fucking caused him to shoot a healthy stream of cum along her tits as he knelt there. As he started to recover, Barbie walked over to the window and saw the movement in the barn. 

Gina and Piper were going at it as both of them were licking each other. They didn't even notice until it was too late that the farm boy and Barbie were watching them until Gina felt a man's finger sliding inside her while Piper licked. She turned in shock and saw the farm boy smiling. Barbie moved to where Gina's head was and pressed her lips against her tits so Gina could taste the cum the farm boy deposited there. Gina felt Piper's mouth move from her pussy and turned as she saw Piper take the farm boy's dick into her mouth. Barbie lay on her back and slid under Piper to start licking her as Gina planted her lips in the same place. 

The farm boy was enjoying the mini orgy in the barn as Piper's head bobbed on him. As he felt his dick grow in her mouth, he could feel her moans as Barbie was plunging her tongue inside her pussy and two fingers inside her ass. Piper's mouth released his dick before her mouth opened wide in climactic fashion. The farm boy walked over to where Gina's pussy was wide open and simply slid in as Gina was still busy with Barbie. He started moving slowly until Gina told him to fuck her harder. He began to respond as the other two girls knelt next to Gina and watched his cock slide in and out. He soon was telling them he was going to cum. Barbie told him to pull out and spray it on Gina's ass before Gina told them she wanted some. The girls all put their faces together to make a good target for the farm boy's snake to spit on. There all three took the facial before kissing and licking each other to clean off. 

The scene continued until the sun began to rise and a healthy farm boy was reduced to a slumbering giant. The girls quickly dressed and slid under their blankets before his mom could catch them. They even found a blanket to cover him up just in case his mom came out before they awoke. Soon, Barbie's dad arrived to help fix up the car and the girls were on their way back to Gina's house with the farm boy's phone number and a promise that they would visit the next weekend while his mom was visiting relatives.