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Some Like It Hot Ch. 01

By: shambala1989



Chapter One – Meet Cute

Elle and I sat below the Santa Monica pier as Pacific Park goers walked above us. The air around us carried sounds of the arcade games, laughter and screams, the roar of the rollercoaster some distance away. The waves steadily rolled in and covered our bare legs, rinsing off dried sand back into the ocean. The water glistened on the tattoo on my ankle, and I watched as the water separated into droplets and roll back into the ocean. I passed the joint to Elle and fell back to rest on my forearms. I exhaled the smoke into the air as I looked up at the bottom of the pier. Elle dropped the roach and buried it in the sand, and then she joined me on her forearms. "What are you thinking about?" she asked after I've been quiet for longer than she liked. Elle was quite the talker, a great conversationalist. I preferred the quiet, though.

"I've been thinking about immigrating to America," I admitted rather sheepishly.

Elle sat up straight and looked at me with wide eyes. "What?"

I closed my eyes and fell back into the sand, a smirk on my face. I knew it was driving Elle crazy that I wasn't saying anything more about the matter. "When were you planning on telling me?" asked Elle.

I opened my eyes and turned my face to look at Elle. "What are you talking about?" I sat up and put my legs in the lotus position. "I just told you." The fringe on my suede vest tickled my bare thighs, and the Buddha tattoo on my left thigh wrinkled ever so slightly, and it looked like he was expressing a thought.

"Yeah, you just told me but when did you start having such thoughts? That's the point I'm trying to make! You probably thought about this a while ago, but you're not just deciding to tell me!" Elle was exasperated. I looked at her and rolled my eyes, tempted to roll another joint but wanted a beer, too.

"Really, Elle, don't be such a drama queen. Yes, it was a recent thought but I wasn't sure until this past hour. You're my best friend, but you live so far away from me. Our friendship isn't really ideal, though absence does make the heart grow fonder."

Elle stuck her tongue out at me and smiled. "I think it would be great if you moved to America. Promise me you'll live with me!" Elle grasped my hand in her own two hands. I smiled at her.

"You know I don't make promises, Elle. They just lead to disappointment."

"You know what I mean! The rent would be really cheap, I promise!" Elle emphasized her promise and winked at me.

"We'll see what happens; America might not accept me."

Elle's eyes widened, "How could they not? You're the best Canadian around!"

"I don't want to toot my own horn, but I'm alright." I couldn't help but smiling, though.

"True facts," said Elle. "Now, how about getting something from the Coffee Bean?"

I perked up at that, we didn't have a Coffee Bean in Vancouver. Starbucks was good, but completely overrated. The no-name coffee shops were good, too. But the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf was by far the best I've ever had. I stood and brushed sand off my body and shook it out of my hair. "That sounds excellent. I could really use the washroom." Elle snorted. "You Canadians..."

Elle and I were blinded by the sun as we came out from under the pier. I had to dig into my purse for a pair of sunglasses, and once I found them I thrust them onto my face. It felt so much hotter out in the sun than in the shade under the pier, and I could feel myself starting to sweat. The ocean water looked tempting as I watched children being thrown off the shoulders of their parents, screaming and laughing until their sound was muted. I was mildly afraid of the ocean because of something that happened to me when I was a teenager, so I didn't go in as often as I did growing up on Vancouver Island. My parents had practically lived in the sea, and I was their only child so it was natural that I was fish, too. My mom had actually given birth to me via water birth. When the incident happened, I moved to downtown Vancouver with my boyfriend to get away from the water.

I was quiet as Elle jabbered about all of the things we could do once I lived with her. I listened but it all went in one ear and out the other. Elle always had a lot to say; she was adorable that way but it was also an annoying quality I found rather endearing. As I pretended to listen, I watched the faces of people that passed us as we walked along the boardwalk. A lot of people paid no mind to us, and some seemed indifferent to my appearance, while some acted as if I were going to steal their precious souvenirs.

I'm sure people thought I looked trashy, that's how it seemed to be when others looked at people like me. I remember being compared to a lot of girls in high school. They used tanning beds and they dressed in clothes that barely covered any skin, and they wore gobs of makeup. That was considered beautiful and sexy in my school, when I was the trashy girl with tattoos and ratty hair and little to no makeup. I didn't pretend to understand their insanity.

I'm a thicker girl, but still relatively slim. I have a swimmer's body because I had been on the swim team all my life, during high school and during the short time I managed in college until I figured out it wasn't for me. I kept up with swimming laps every day once I dropped out because it was one of the few things I actually enjoyed spending time on. Back home, I was considered pale but I had started to get tan from my stay here under the California sun. The freckles on my face were becoming more and more obvious, and that actually made me smile; I loved my freckles. It was a trait I had gotten from my father, and about the only thing I had left of him after his death when I was a teenager.

My dark blond hair hung from my head in dreads of different sizes. I grew up with not caring about brushing my hair, and I started to get dreads from a young age. My parents thought it was cool, as did I. They were messy, but to me that's the rebellious aspect of it. There's a story behind dreadlocks and a lot of people didn't understand it. They went and got them done professionally because they liked the way they looked. That's cool, I won't judge them but it still annoyed me because they were ignorant and just following a fad. But I said I wouldn't judge... Mine dreads were ratty and some were different colors, and I had feather extensions. I love my hair, it was relatively easy maintenance. I didn't spend forever straightening it like other girls did. That was appealing to me.

My nose has been pierced for 6 years; my mom pierced my nose when I was 16 years old. I have scars below my bottom lip from all of the times I got it pierced and took it out. I was thinking about getting it pierced again, but I probably wouldn't. I seemed to go through phases with that. I had many tattoos all over my body, all of them meaning something to me. So, if that's trashy to you, cool. My exes thought it was sexy and I'm not trying to please anyone but myself.

I looked over the crowd and my eyes caught a face that seemed vaguely familiar. I quickly looked to Elle and interrupted her, "Hey, does that look like..." I looked back to where I had seen the face, but it was gone so now I couldn't be sure. "Never mind," I told her. "Where's the Coffee Bean?" I asked instead.

"It's just up ahead. Can we stop into this shop real quick? I want to see if a friend is working."

I gasped and feigned shock, "You mean to say I'm not your only friend? I feel betrayed!"

Elle snorted loudly with laughter. "Hey, you're the best friend anyone could have!"

"Blah, blah, blah..." I hooked my arm in Elle's and pulled into the shop she was talking about. It was a small gift shop with a lot of cheesy items. Elle gabbed with the cute guy working behind the counter while I pretended to look at key chains. I had a massive key ring with a lot of decorative items and barely any keys, so I looked for another addition while I spied on Elle. She seemed to be laying on her flirt a little thick, which didn't surprise me. Elle would flirt with anything because she's a good looking girl. It's just this guy looked to be way younger than Elle at her 24 years of age. She had always been such a tease, and today she was wearing her skimpy bikini. I picked a plastic flip flop key chain that has California written on the bottom of it and brought it to the counter. I bumped Elle out of my way with my elbow and put the item on the glass counter, giving Elle a dirty, knowing look. She blushed but continued to sway her hips as she rested her chin in her palm. Her breasts looked ready to pop from her top onto the counter. I paid for my item and dragged Elle away. "Tell Charlie I said hello," she called to the youngster behind the counter.

Elle and I exited the shop and I moved away from the door so I could dig into my purse for my key chain. "You're a slut, Elle." A woman next to me gasped and pushed her child ahead of her as she shot me a dirty look and moved away. Elle and I both laughed. 

"I'm so thirsty, let's go to the Coffee Bean now," I said. We pushed our way through the throng of people on the boardwalk. Finally, the entrance to the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf came into view. I yanked open the door and knocked bodies with someone trying to exit the shop. I felt this person's cold beverage splash across my breasts and trickle down my body. I swore loudly as I tore off my sunglasses and shoved them on top of my head. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you. These stupid sunglasses," I joked by my laughter caught in my throat as I realized who I had just bumped into. It took only seconds for this to happen, and suddenly he was wiping his napkin on my chest and against the curve of my breasts. I could feel an ice cube caught behind the edge of my bikini and I hoped he wouldn't try and get it.

I looked to Elle as I grabbed the guy's wrist to stop his movements. Elle looked ready to burst with laughter, and everyone who has noticed just stared at this strangeness unfolding before them. "I got it, thanks," I told the guy. He laughed, clearly embarrassed. "I can't believe I just did that. That's the kind of thing you see happen in films, you know? It's like when a guy and girl bump into each other and one of them is holding a drink or food, and it gets all over someone. The girl desperately tries to clean off his shirt or his pants... It's so awkward looking, and I never thought that guy would be me." He laughed again, a bit more awkwardly than before, and I could see the blush rising in his cheeks. I laughed with him and looked at Elle; she just grinned. I know she knew who this guy was.

I noticed the nearly empty cup in his hand, "Let me replace that for you."

"No, I couldn't let you do that. Let me buy you something instead. I feel so horrible about spilling this all over you." We walked toward the counter and stood behind someone ordering. A tall man followed our movement and tapped my companion on the shoulder. "Mister Henrie, we really must get going. You're going to be late." My companion nodded, and without ever taking his eyes off me said, "It can wait, I owe this lady a beverage." He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. "I'm David," he said. David thrust his hand out and I took this as my cue to introduce myself, too. "Irie," I replied with a simple smile.

David raised his right eyebrow. "That's an interesting name."

"Yes, my parents were of the Rastafarian – Hippie variety," I admitted.

"I see you continued with the theme." The tone in David's voice made me, for the very first time, a little self-conscious about the way I chose to appear to people. "Don't get me wrong, I really like it. It looks good on you," he assured me. I didn't need assuring but it felt good to know he liked it.

"What'll it be?" asked the girl behind the register.

David looked at me, and I quickly ordered an iced coffee with caramel and soy. David ordered another of his lost drink and handed the girl his money. "I appreciate you doing this, but I think it should be the other way around," I said as I watched the girl take his money and give him change.

"It's not a problem; I want to buy your drink." We moved to stand by the pick-up counter. Elle was ordering her iced coffee but her eyes were pinned on me and David.

I looked at David from head to toe, pleased with what I was seeing. His dark hair was disheveled, though I had a feeling he styled it to look that way. His blue eyes were piercing as he watched me. He was fit, very lean and muscular... The way a man should be. I wanted to touch his broad shoulders and run my fingers lightly down his arms. Heat rushed to my face so I turned my head away so he wouldn't notice my blush. "I really like you shirt," I admitted. I had noticed it right away. It was sky blue and had a vibrant abstract design on it. "Thank you. I really like your vest." His hand came toward me and I watched as one of his fingers snaked a fringe away from the rest and curl it around his finger. I inhaled quickly as his finger brushed against my navel. "Trade?" he asked. I couldn't tell if David was being serious or not.

"Not on your life," I replied with a smirk.

"Oh, come on! I would look totally hot in that vest. Without a shirt. Maybe with a bandana wrapped around my head."

"True. I could only let that happen though, if the bandana were tie dye. However, this vest is legit. It has seen Woodstock," I admitted.

"Gosh, well it can't get any more legit than that!" David smiled.

"I know. I don't mean to brag or anything, but it's as legit as they come."

"Really? Because it kind of seems like you're rubbing it in my face a little bit."

"Har, har," I fake laughed but continued to smile.

David handed me my iced coffee and as soon as the exchange was made, David's shadow cleared his throat. "Mister Henrie, we should leave now if we want to make it on time."

David looked at me saying, "You heard the man!"

"I certainly did. Thank you for this, David." I help up my coffee and we knocked cups.

"How about a hug to take with me?" he asked.

"Hugging on the first date? How forward of you!" I held my serious expression and David seemed slightly taken aback. I couldn't hold my laughter in any longer when his expression changed. "I kid, I kid. I thought Disney stars knew how to take a joke." I nudged him with my elbow.

"AHA! See, I've been racking my brain trying to figure out if you knew who I was."

"Wow, forward and cocky. That's a winning combination right there, sir."

"Mister Henrie..." his shadow spoke again, a warning tone in his voice.

David sighed and looked at me longingly. "Seriously, let's hug this shit out." He spread his arms and I willingly walked into them. It was a full body contact hug. I had a feeling he just wanted my breasts pressed against his chest. I wondered briefly if he could feel the metal going through both of my nipples. I hoped he could. My arms were wrapped all the way around his tight, muscular body. I could feel the strength in his arms as they wound around my body. His free hand ran along my back, his palm on my bare skin under the fringe of my vest. "It was very nice meeting you, Irie," he spoke softly in my ear. His breath on my ear sent shivers through my body. We pulled apart.

"I don't know if I'll see you again," David said.

"And all I have is this iced coffee that'll last about five more minutes, and a lingering sensation from your hug to last me the rest of my life," I replied with a strangely Southern American accent. David laughed and said, "I bid you adieu, my lady." I followed his bow with a curtsey to fit the theme of our fare wells. David's shadow placed a hand on his back and walked him toward the exit. I chewed on my straw and looked at Elle. She had a dumbfounded expression on her face. I started to speak to her when someone called my name. I turned to see a shirtless David Henrie standing in the doorway. His shirt was balled in his hand and once he had my attention, he threw it to me. I caught it as it unraveled. Everyone in the Coffee Bean had stopped what they were doing and were watching us. "Promise me you'll never wash it!" I laughed. "I don't make promises!" I honestly knew I wasn't sure whether or not it would ever get washed. I held the shirt to my chest and rested my chin on it, watching as David walked away with his shadow. Once he was out of sight, I slowly turned to Elle who had the biggest grin on her face.

"That was some meet cute," said the girl behind the cash register, a dreamy expression on her face.

Some Like It Hot Ch. 02



While this story stands on its own, it might be better if you read part one first - yadaa, yadaa, yadaa... You're an adult, do what you want to do.

E-mails are always appreciated - especially suggestions on making the stories better or ideas for future renderings. Enjoy.

In case you didn't read the first part of my story, let us quickly refresh. My name is Bill and I'm 44 years old. My step-daughter's name is Janet and I recently had a sexual romp with her best friend Patricia. Pat, as she prefers, is 23, stands 5'6", very small firm breasts, a slender figure and green eyes. Her legs are long, smooth, and firm. Pat seduced me, sort of. After flirting and feeling of my cock several times during a day together, she arranged for us to spend four hours together while Karen (my spouse) and step-daughter were out of the house. Then we had a final fuck session after everyone was asleep. I thought I was off totally free until Karen, my wife, made a comment as my nymphet went home. Her statement of, "Does she have the tightest pussy you ever fucked, or what?" left me standing, mouth hanging open and thoughts of being in trouble. 

I approached Karen in the house trying to figure out how to deny the accusation she had thrown at me. Finally coming up to her I was about to open my mouth when she nearly jumped on me. 

"I'm so fucking hot right now. Just thinking of you fucking Pat had me ready to beg you to take me last night. After you basically said no way, I thought you were either really tired or that you had made plans for another session with her later in the night. I was at the door last night when you were making her come. I fingered myself until I climaxed just imagining what it would be like to watch your cock slide up into her tight little pussy."

With that she smothered me with kisses and began to work her hand into my shorts. Once there she found the makings of an erection and a good deal of pre-come. 

"That fucking little cunt got you this morning too didn't she?" 

She didn't wait for an answer. Instead she broke free and went down on me, something she hadn't done in nearly two years. She said she never really liked it, but it was something she had a talent for. It didn't take but a couple of minutes before I was standing tall and proud. As we made it to the bed, we collapsed into a sexual frenzy. I stuck my meat into her and pounded for all I was worth. While she was not nearly as tight as Pat, she did have a determination about her. She began to ride me and before long reached a climax. This was another first as she reached her plateau in record time and I was just starting. Even as I continued to pump into her, her breathing became more erratic as her first multiple orgasm struck her squarely in her pussy and rose from there. The wetness seemed to come from every pore in her body and through it all I continued to stroke in and out. 

After what seemed a short eternity, I swelled a bit more and shot forth a mighty load, considering how much I had given to Pat the night before. Now, completely exhausted and lying next to her I casually stroked her tits and wet pussy lips. I dipped a finger into her hot hole and drew back a film of liquid that I brought to my mouth and licked off. I caught her eye and returned to her honey pot. Bringing out a fair portion I transported my finger to her lips. She hesitated, but only for a moment. Then her mouth opened and she tasted her own juice for probably the first time. She sucked gently on my finger as her eyes glassed over again. I knew I would not be able to get another erection this quickly so I rolled her to her stomach and began to lick her ass and nibble at her pussy from the back side. Within five minutes she was moaning into another orgasm. 

As she rolled to her back I reached over to kiss her lips. She was the most passionate I could ever remember and it was obvious it was because of my fling with the young fuck machine. I reflected for a moment and decided, "What the hell?" 

"You know sweetheart," I started, "if knowing I fucked that little girl caused this type of reaction for us, what do you think would happen if you were to actually watch me do it?" 

She seemed to stop breathing and I wondered if her heart had stopped also. "Just a thought," I continued. "Guess it is a stupid idea, right?" 

Finally she looked at me and the biggest grin came to her face. "Do you think you could actually fuck another woman with me in the room, watching you?" 

"We could give it a try. And you know, I think it would be a turn on for me to for you to have another lover while I watched." I figured I was safe here. She would never let another individual even touch her, much less fuck her and with me in the room. No way. I was right. 

"No way! I'd never be able to do it and you know it. At least, not right now. Maybe after we try it this way a couple of times." 

"You sound as if we are going to do something else. Did I miss something?" 

She just smiled and said, "No, I think you pretty much fucked all of her." I was still surprised by this realization. "You know, if I didn't know better, I would say you set me up."

"You're right. She approached Janet saying something about how she found you sexy. Then Janet mentioned it to me during a conversation. Seems Pat just broke up with her boy friend and was feeling pretty low. She needed someone that would get her off and make her feel special. I talked to Janet on several occasions about our sex lives and the fact that we were sort of in a lull. Janet said she had watched us a couple of times when our door was open, and once from the closet when she sneaked in. She said you were just what Pat needed. After thinking about it for some time, I told Janet to pass the word to Pat and if she wanted to try and seduce you, to go for it. You know, just for the fun of it. I also thought it might add a little mustard in our sex life. Looks like I was right."

She was reaching for my erect cock again. Just talking about it and I had another hard on. God was she right. Just the thought of Pat sent me skyward again. 

"So what's your plan? Do they include me having another fuck fling with her, and you watching, or what?"

"Well I do have something in mind for this next weekend. Think you could be up for it?" 

The comment was punctuated by her hand grabbing my cock and giving it a severe pump. I was ready to ball her again right now, so I just made the comment, "What do you think?" 

The rest of the day was filled with various positions and fucking. Every time I would show signs of tiring, she would mention Pat. Asking me how tight her little pussy was. How much did I enjoy it? Did I find her tits to be large enough and how good of a cock sucker was she? Over and over Karen would ask me to give detailed information about Pat. How many times did she come and how hard she came? If she had a sweet tasting pussy, what it felt like to know I was cheating on my wife? And it must have worked since her approach never failed. I seemed to grow harder with each fucking. When it was finally over, we made a pack that we wouldn't do anything with each other all week long. We would just wait for Pat and let her do anything and everything she wanted. So it was decided. Pat would come over and the three of us would have a glorious fucking weekend. It all sounded too good to be true. The only thing that matter to me was that in five days, all the fucking and sucking in the house would be directed at and to me.

The week seemed to roll on forever and by the end of this torment, I had to avoid Karen. Just seeing her naked caused me to get an erection that was painful. Finally my agony was over and Friday night was upon us. When a strange car pulled into the drive my heart began to race. Pat climbed out and I was already erect by the time she got to the door. I opened the door to let her in before she rang the bell. She had the strangest look on her face. She wasn't dressed for action at present, but the small bag she had with her was full of goodies I was sure. Once the door closed, she looked around the room. Not spotting Karen, she immediately grabbed my cock through my shorts and gave me a healthy squeeze. 

"God I have missed this meat of yours. I haven't been touched all week. During the drive over here, I began to think about your cock and what we were going to do. My pussy began to quiver and with the rhythm of the road beating against my tires, I had the most wonderful orgasm. That has never happened to me. But I will have my share tonight, right lover?" 

I also glanced around the room. Sure enough Karen was no where to be seen or heard. I ran my hand over her chest until my palm came to rest on her small breast. Palming it softly I looked into her eyes and was about to kiss when a noise caused me to stop and turn around. Karen was just coming into the room. As Pat pulled away from me it was almost as if we had been caught in the act for the first time. Instead Karen just smiled. 

"Guess you two horny animals just can't wait? And I thought I was going to get to watch. That was the plan, right?" 

As much as I had gone over in my mind how I would react with the situation, I wasn't sure now. My hand froze in mid air until Karen walked over to us. Without missing a beat, she took my hand in hers and touched it softly down on Pat's tit. Both Pat and I were shocked, but it became very obvious this was something that Karen wanted, and who was I to argue. 

The ice was broken, but it was still a bit too awkward for me to start anything. So instead of getting down to business, we had a spot of lunch and discussed other things. After lunch we moved to the den. Karen went to the entertainment center and after turning on all the right equipment, inserted a video tape into the VCR. She went over and sat in a chair off to the side and told Pat and me to sit on the couch. After we were comfortable, and sitting a short distance apart from each other, Karen started the video. It was a very good tape showing a man and a woman engaging in a series of sexual positions and orgasms. From the time we started to watch it was obvious another person was watching the action in the film. The name of the video was "Set-up" or something like that. The plot was basically the same as what had been done to me. 

We had been watching the tape less than 15 minutes before Pat moved closer to me and I had moved toward her as well. Watching the video, I forgot Karen was even there. A few more minutes went by and I was growing even hornier, if that were possible. Pat made the first move. Her hand crossed the distance between us and came to rest on my thigh. Once there she used her nails to cause my flesh to quiver as the sensations traveled the short distance to my crotch. Already my cock was stretching toward her hand. Nearly at the same time my arm went around her shoulder and dipped down to her small breast. 

The movie was having the desired effect on her. Her nipple was standing straight out from her knit shirt. From my previous contact, I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. I moved my hand around on the material covering her little jewel and she began to moan softly. Bringing my hand up to the neck of her blouse, I pushed under the material and found her hardened morsel very quickly. Damn if it didn't feel even harder than the last time. Gently stroking her breast caused her moans to grow louder and more impassioned. She was also tiring of feeling of my leg. She moved closer and brought her hand up to my zipper. Pulling it down to the bottom of the track, she then unhooked the fastener and sought out my cock. Her small fingers encircled my shaft and a mild eruption of pre-come shot to the tip. Her eyes were already glazed over as she looked up into my face. Then with a slight smile on her face, she nearly dove toward my shaft. Her mouth trapped the head of my cock and she began to swirl her tongue around the head. She was concentrating on the underside of the rim, where the majority of the most sensitive nerves were located. Her teeth came into play then as she lightly bit into the flesh of my pulsing cock. Nipping, licking and sucking the entire time had me on the verge of my first orgasm very quickly. But I was determined she would get off first. Call it a personal goal of mine, but I pushed her away and grabbed her top. Pat seemed surprised, but did not object as I tugged the top over her head. I buried my face against one of her tender morsels and began to tongue her flesh in the same way she had just done mine. Her labored breathing told me she was enjoying it. My tongue continued against her tit, and my hand sought her snatch. 

The jeans she had on were rather loose, but they still could not hide the woman beneath. My hand went directly to her steamy crotch and began to rub hard. Her moans intensified. She was nearing an orgasm and it was caused from just rubbing the outside of her jeans. Her body became rigid as she let loose with her first verbal statement of enjoyment. 

"Oh God, I need this, God it feels so good. Harder. Please, harder. Harder, damn it." 

With the encouragement I increased the pressure and could feel my fingers sliding into her vaginal passage even through the material of her jeans. The wetness in the area was also a good indication of her pleasure. Even as she reached her plateau her fingers dug into my hair and pulled me even tighter to her breast. I could feel her tit swell with excitement as she crested. This only caused me to suck her tit into my mouth with even more gusto. She came in a rush, complete with the shivers and nearly violent shaking of her body. 

Finally she settled down and then began to crawl over on top of me. Her hand became a blur as it reached my cock and began stroking me. I completely forgot my wife sitting there. In a couple of moments Pat had my cock fashioned into a solid mass of fleshy steel. Just as I thought it was about time for some relief, I received some. Pat brought her mouth down on my dick and she swallowed it whole. The slurping noise was all I could hear as the pressure built in my balls. 

I never have been the type to just lay there so I reached under her body and found her hard tit. Even as I began to mash the flesh against my finger and thumb her tempo increased as did the suction she was applying on cock. Pat began to move her body around, bringing her ass closer to my face. I took the hint, freed my hand from her tit and worked on the zipper and catch of her jeans. As soon as they were loose she began to wiggle back and forth, working the material over her hips and down her beautiful legs. Once around her ankles, she kicked them off and moved back up again. 

Her panties, what there was of them came off quickly. I had the chance to look one time at her near perfect ass as her leg went over my head and she settled her sweet honey pot down squarely on my face. The natural aroma from her cunt mixed with the smell of her juices was enough to make my head spin. Reaching around to her ass cheeks, I used my hands to grab a good portion of flesh, spread her lips apart and speared her sweet pussy with my tongue. She gave a tiny shudder and then adjusted herself so I could more easily gain access to her clit. For the adjustment she stopped her sucking on my engorged cock for a moment and after I began to lap at her like a dog her mouth resumed a gentle sucking action. Somehow the intensity wasn't the same, but it was still incredibly good. Matter of fact, I think I liked it even more like this. All the pressure she was applying before and I would blast the back of her throat real quick. This way I should be able to hang on a little longer. 

Then my ears picked up a strange noise. I would have sworn I heard Pat whispering. But that was impossible. Her mouth was full of my dick. Still I couldn't shake the feeling. Even as I strained to hear more, variations on her sucking technique changed. Without looking I knew she had moved my cock to the side of her mouth and she was lightly nipping at my scrotum with her teeth. She then grabbed the soft flesh with her teeth and lips while still pulling hard on my poker. If possible, it seemed as if she had picked up yet another technique for cock sucking. I felt a bit of the green monster slipping under my skin. Guess I had just figured she would stay true to me or something. Even as I thought about this, the pressure was building quickly in my nuts as this human sucking machine continued to try and pull all my sperm out at one time. I was beginning to get that familiar quiver as I neared a point of eruption. It was then that the whispering came back. This time however the voice was unmistakable. It was Pat, and she was talking to me.

"Does that feel good lover? I know you're about there. Aren't you? You going to blow the poor girls head off, aren't you? Bet you thought it was me didn't you? I've got a surprise for you." 

I opened my eyes but all I could see was her ass and crack. She then lifted off my face that allowed my eyes to focus on my cock. My dick being worked on all right, but I was in such a state of lust it took a moment for my eyes to focus. When they did it was like going from drunk to instant sober. There, bobbing up and down on my cock was Janet, my stepdaughter and from what I could see, she appeared to be naked. The combination of seeing her sucking my cock, plus the pleasure that had been building to that point was too much. I released a deep moan and a solid stream of jism shot forth from my rod. Janet didn't even blink as she took my entire dick into her mouth and throat and began to swallow all I was giving her. My hips went through an involuntary thrust, driving my dick to the back of her throat, and she took it all. 

Finally the torrent of cum stopped spurting from my rod but Janet continued to suck. Then as if she were a cat caught on the kitchen cabinet, she looked up from her task and a half smile came to her lips. I was so stunned; I didn't really know what to do. Instead I remained motionless. Janet then released her hold on my dick and began to crawl up toward me. 

Once she got face to face with me, she leaned down and whispered, "I want you to fuck me too." 

With that she planted her lips on mine. I knew what I had just done was morally wrong, but it sure felt good. On top of being a good cock sucker, she was a good kisser as well. Her tongue was working in my mouth like an impassioned and lust filled animal. 

As Janet continued to kiss me, she began to grind her groin into mine. Autopilot took over then as my hand rose to her chest. As my hands made contact with her large firm tit, my mind flashed to her growing up through the years.

I had watched her grow from a slim string bean type little girl, into a woman with a fantastic body. Quick glimpses through the years of her tiny, then small, then nice, and finally beautiful tits had caused many a hard-on for me. It wasn't something I was proud of, but I had actually touched her a few times while we were playing around. She would sit on my lap quite a bit up until she was around 16 or so. Even so, it had always been accidental, at least on my part. She seemed to always be in the room when her mother wasn't and that is when she would sit in my lap or go to the kitchen wearing next to nothing. I never complained because I didn't want to admit how she affected me. I figured I wasn't normal, so it was best to keep my mouth shut. 

The last time something had happened which I could remember was a night when she had gone out on a date. Karen had gone to bed early and I was up watching a suck-fuck film. I was growing real excited from the movie and was about to pull my cock out of my robe to whack off for a release. Just then Janet came in. I hadn't heard her arrive but was able to stop what I was doing before she saw me, at least I thought before she saw anything. She asked what I was watching and I lied. I asked her why she was home so early and she said her and the guy just didn't hit it off so she thought she would come home and not waste any more time. 




Some Like It Hot Ch. 02



Chapter Two -- Therapeutic

I sat in the lotus position in front of my Buddha shrine. I had David's shirt resting in my lap, folded neatly with the design face up. I closed my eyes and couldn't believe that it had already been weeks since our encounter. I missed him. It was strange, but I really missed him. I picked up his shirt and held it to my nose, sniffing the fading scent of his sweat and cologne. A sharp pain went through my chest. I always believed that things happened for a reason, but I didn't know where to go from here. I went to the Coffee Bean for a week after I bumped into David, but he never showed. I made friends with the girl that took our order when he bought me my iced coffee, and she kept an eye out for him for me. I had to fly back home to Vancouver soon after, and I had felt so dejected.

Immigrating to America seemed an impossible feet. It would take years for me to raise the money just to file for an application. I knew I had to find another option, and I knew what I had to do in order to make it happen. I got off my meditation pillow and set the shirt on the edge of my bed. I moved my finger over the cursor pad to bring my laptop back to life. I sent a video chat request to Elle, she answered a moment later. "Hello, darling!" she answered when everything had loaded.

"How do you feel about harboring an illegal immigrant?" I asked seriously. "I can't stop thinking about David. I believe things happen for a reason. If I'm going to see David again, then I need to do what it takes to move forward and make that happen."

Elle's eyes widened but she didn't miss a beat, "I believe that you'll find David again. It will happen when it's supposed to happen. You can't force something like that. I love you. You know I'd do anything for you. I have a spare mattress with your name on it. You get your ass over here. We'll live our lives like normal, and we'll embrace what happens. Do you understand me?"

"I certainly do. I'll see you next week!" I grinned.

I have been living with Elle in Huntington Beach for almost a month now. I haven't gone back to the Santa Monica pier yet, but every day I was tempted. I knew I wouldn't find him there. Though I didn't promise Elle that I would try to just live my life, I was trying really hard to do just that. I often hated myself for feeling something so intensely for him. It was getting in the way of thinking rationally, and I had always been a rational person. Sometimes I found myself doing things I thought might lead me to him again. I looked up auditions because I thought if I got back into that business then I might happen across him again. I knew it was stupid, so I stopped.

I actually didn't have a problem with getting a real job, despite my status as an illegal immigrant. I worked at my favorite restaurant where the people were really chill and it was just a hop, skip and a jump from the water's edge. I started to feel genuinely happy, especially when I gave Elle my first month of official rent. She thought it was hilarious that I was so happy about it. It was really cheap rent, but I was glad to be helping somehow.

Elle and I decided to wake up early this morning because it was supposed to be a great day for surfing. I recently became acquainted with the ocean water again, so surfing wasn't for me. I pulled on my swim suit and a pair of board shorts. Elle let me borrow her old surf board and we paddled out together. I stayed a good distance away from the true surfers, and I let myself adjust to being back on the board and in the ocean. Jeremy, a friend of Elle, sat next to me on his board. He was a very kind guy, and he was very attractive. He liked the quiet like I did, which was why our friendship was so perfect. We sat in silence and watched as Elle decided to catch this wave. There was a look for pure admiration on Jeremy's face as he watched her.

"You couldn't be any more obvious," I told him.

He looked at me with a small smile on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about." He deflected my turn of the conversation by pulling it in another direction. "Elle never told me why you're afraid of the ocean. I didn't ask because I felt like you should be the one to tell me. You're doing really well with adjusting to the water again. We were wading to our waist just last week, now you're sitting on the board above the depths of it. I'm proud of you, Irie." I stayed silent, but I could feel myself smiling a little. I was proud of myself, too.

"I won't make you get into the water today, but I want you to tell me the story behind this fear."

My body moved with the water, bobbing up and down gently. I looked at Jeremy but he wasn't looking at me. He watched the distance, but I knew he was watching Elle with Charlie.

"Did you know that I don't celebrate my birthday?" I asked.

"No, I don't celebrate mine either. I don't like the idea of getting older. I try to ignore it. I'm already approaching thirty. Scary," Jeremy winked at me. "Why don't you celebrate it?"

"My dad woke me up really early on my seventeenth birthday with a surprise for me. My mom slept silently in their bedroom, the windows were open and the sounds of the ocean filtered into the house. The sky was still dark but lightening every minute. My dad told me to zip up my wet suit and come outside. Back then, I slept in my bathing suit so I had more time in the ocean but my birthday is in the fall so it's a lot colder then. I started to sleep in my wet suit, unzipped and folded down to my waist. I found him at the storage shed, the light was on. I went inside and saw something lying on the table he used to wax his boards. There, on that table, was a brand new surf board. It had a big red bow on it. I remember feeling so happy about it. We could never afford much growing up, so I always used hand-me-down boards. To finally have a board of my own, and to know they had been saving up for it, meant a lot to me. I never asked for much because I'd always been a relatively happy person growing up." I paused for a moment.

"Your parents seem like really cool people," Jeremy said.

I smiled down at my hands. "Dad and I paddled out and sat there as the sun began to rise over the horizon. It was a really beautiful morning. We talked while we floated there; neither of us liked surfing in the dark but my mom loved it. It was a surprisingly clear day for Vancouver when the sun rose into the sky. The air was crisp, despite the shining sun. I caught the first epic wave because it was my birthday, after all. We spent a couple hours surfing. I knew soon we would be getting hungry, and mom would have something cooking. Before we decided to turn in, I let my dad have the last wave. It was a big wave, too. The biggest we'd caught all morning. By then, other people had joined us. They were our friends so no one fought my dad for the wave. His form was perfect. I don't know what happened but he stumbled from his board, the wave crashing down on him. We all have had this happen to us before; we knew how to handle situations like this. There were no other huge waves following this one, and when the water cleared, his board was there... but he wasn't with it. My friends and I waited anxiously for him to surface but he never did."

Jeremy was silent when I stopped talking. I could taste my tears before I felt them. I wiped them away before Jeremy noticed and continued on, "A few days later, his body washed up on shore. The doctors said there was no need for an autopsy because it was obvious how he had died. I begged them for an autopsy but it was going to cost us. I mentioned that my father was prone to muscle spasms in his legs, this had to have happened while he was on the board because his form had been perfect! His spasms get really intense and they end up affecting more than just his leg. The doctor confirmed that was true, but he ultimately died from drowning."

"I really appreciate you telling me this, Irie." Jeremy said after several moments of silence. He wiped away a tear and nudged his board closer to mine and tried to give me a hug.

"I'm going back to shore." Without waiting for him to respond, I turned my board and began to paddle back to the safety of dry land. Once on dry land, I carried my board down the beach and up to the spot where our stuff sat. I grabbed a sandwich from the cooler and sat down on the blanket. I washed everyone catch really amazing waves and looked forward to the day I would surf again. I wanted to surf again. I turned to lie on my stomach and undid the clasp and tie strings of my bikini top. My dreads were pulled back with a hair tie and kept off my back. The sun felt great on my skin. I felt myself being pulling into a nap when someone called to me. "Hey, you!"

I lifted my head to the sound and saw a group of guys approaching. "Great," I mumbled. They had smiles on their face, so not to be rude I returned the smile half-heartedly. "How are you doing?" I was asked by the cutest of the group. He held a stack of blue papers in his hand. "I'm fantastic. What's that?" I motioned to the paper. I hooked the clasp of my top back and tied the neck string before standing. Their eyes were glue to my body. I heard one of the guys in the back mumble that I was 'so hot'. The guy holding the stack of papers gave me one. It was a flier; the headline read "PUPPIES FOR SALE". It gave a location and time specifications to see the puppies. "What kind of puppies?" I asked, genuinely curious. Maybe I could convince Elle to let me get a dog. "They're a boxer mix."

"Mixed with what?" I asked curiously.

"We don't know," another male spoke up. "Fiona got loose and hooked up with a neighborhood stud. They're fucking cute as shit, though."

"Thank you, Max," said the guy with the fliers, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

"Hey, I'm just trying to help Geoff."

"We're heading back to the house; you should come check them out. It's just right down the beach," suggested Geoff.

"I'll keep this flier and check with my friend. I'm living with her so it's her call, hey. You'll see me soon if she's down with the idea."

"Okay, that's cool. Even if you can't get a pup, stop by anyway."

I nodded but said nothing. Geoff took that as his cue to leave. "Let's roll, boys."

It was another hour before Elle came in from the water. I had fallen asleep on the blanket, the flier tucked in my bag with a change of shorts and some shoes. I woke up from the sound of Elle digging the end of her board in the sand and standing over me, water pouring onto me from her hair. "You'll burn that pretty face of yours if you fall asleep in the sun."

I grinned at her and pulled her down onto the blanket. My face did feel hot and her skin was dripping wet. I rested my face on her body to cool it down. "Mommy, can we get a puppy?" I asked in a sweet voice. I pulled out the flier from my bag and handed it to Elle. She scanned it over and handed it back to me. "I don't see why we can't go look. That place is just right down the beach."

I informed Elle that I wanted to bring Jeremy and Charlie as back up because the boys seemed a little strange. I told her how they offered to accompany me back to their place. It seemed weird to me, and I was a cautious person. "Good idea," Elle said. She called to the boys and made them come in. We left our blanket and cooler on the beach because we still had friends out in the water who wanted to use it, but we all took our boards in case those got stolen while we were away. I had a cheesy grin on my face as I walked ahead of the group, my bag slung over my body, my dreads pulled back from my face, my board carried under my right arm. 

Elle caught up with me and hooked her arm in with my left one. "Jeremy said you told him. I'm glad."

"He had a right to know. He's the one helping me get over this fear."

"He's a great person to come to. I vent to him all the time."

"What do you have to vent to him about?" I asked curiously.

"Charlie has been acting weird lately," she admitted under her breath. Charlie and Jeremy were a few paces behind us. I looked over my shoulder and smiled when Jeremy caught my eye.

"I don't think you should do that, Elle."

"Why?" she asked.

I shrugged and stayed silent. "Come on, what are you not telling me?"

I held up the flier and checked the address, stopped and turned to Elle. "If you think hard about it, you'll figure it out. You're not stupid." I kissed her forehead and pulled Jeremy through the gate with me. I caught his smile to Elle, who still stood there with a strange expression wrinkling her forehead.

The group of guys I met earlier seemed happy to see me but I could tell some of them were bummed out when they saw the others with me, especially since I was glued to Jeremy. Elle had filled him and Charlie in on the situation about these guys seeming a bit strange. However, there really were puppies for sale and there really was a boxer named Fiona. She was a beautiful brindle boxer, very friendly and playful just like her puppies. All four of us went into the pen to meet the puppies. There was only one brindle out of the bunch, and I went over to say hello. This one was a shy guy and as we sat alone in the back corner of the pen he started to open up to me. I let him sniff me out and let him make all the moves. I knew this little guy owned my heart. I picked up and let him lick my face. His snout was dark brown, almost black. It looked like he had gotten into something, but that was just the coloring. I looked at Elle and held him close to me, knowing I had chosen without meeting the others.

"Love at first sight," Elle said. She came over and took this little guy in her arms. He barked his cute squeaky barks and licked her face. He had just won her over, too.

"It looks like we have a winner," Max called. All of the guys looked over to see me carrying the shy brindle puppy toward them. "Yeah, he is the sweetest one of the bunch."

I sat down at the patio table with Geoff and Max, who turned out to be brothers and the owner of Fiona. "All of the puppies have had their shots and I have all of their papers," said Geoff as he dug through a small stack of papers to find my puppy's paper. 

"The dogs are $150.00. That includes the shots." I remember my friend selling her Chihuahua puppies for $500 but I didn't say anything about it for fear they might jack the price up on me. I handed over the money and Max said, "Sold! Oh, do we have another taker?" I looked behind me to see Jeremy walking toward us with one of the more rowdy female dogs. He looked so adorable holding her, my heart swelled. "Good for you, Jeremy! Our dogs can have play dates!" I said. I couldn't stop grinning.

After we bought our puppies, we started to walk back to our stuff. Charlie and Elle offered to carry out boards so we could focus on our puppies. We brought them to the edge of the shore where the sand was easier to walk in for them. "Did you know that animals are very therapeutic?" I asked.

"Yes, I did. That's part of the reason why I got Mishka."

"Is that what you're naming her?" I asked. I loved it because my favorite singer went by the same name.

"Yes, what are you naming him?" Jeremy asked.

"I think I'm going to go with Shambala." I nodded in approval as I said it aloud and looked at my new dog.

"That is very suitable to the both of you."

"Shambala and Mishka, those sound nice together," I said.

"Yeah, so does David and Irie."

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Jeremy, my jaw dropped to the sand. He turned around and chuckled a little. "Elle has such a big mouth."



Some Like It Hot Ch. 02



"I'm looking forward to my date with AJ," Courtney confirmed.

"Good," Jarrett responded, "You know he's a really good guy."

"I'll be sure to treat him well," Courtney replied.

"As his roommate," Jarrett pushed, "I've had access to know certain private things."

"Oh," Courtney said, looking intently at Jarrett.

"And I have to say," Jarrett hyped, "he's pretty impressive...for a white guy."

Courtney laughed, "I see. Well, I don't know if I should trust a friend of his. I'll have to come up with a test for him."

"A test?" Jarrett questioned.

"Yeah," Courtney said, as she got up and got her stuff together, "Maybe an oral one."

***

Jarrett entered the dorm, to find AJ buttoning up a dressier shirt, as he prepared for his date.

"You're going to get some," Jarrett said nonchalantly, "you're welcome."

"Wait," AJ said, turning towards Jarrett, "really?"

"Yep," Jarrett said, laying on his bed and grabbing the TV remote.

AJ stepped in front of him, blocking the TV, "How are you so confident?"

"I am very confident," Jarrett assured, "Let me put it this way, if she doesn't blow you tonight, I will."

AJ laughed, "Nice."

***

Jarrett was laying on his bed watching TV, wearing just his boxers, as AJ returned.

AJ stripped down naked and sat on his bed, pulling a sheet up to his waist.

"How'd it go?" Jarrett asked, ready for details.

"Could of went better," AJ returned.

"She gave you head, right?" 

"Nope."

Jarrett looked over, clearly surprised. 

"Not really her fault," AJ explained, "I think I may have killed the mood."

Jarrett just stared at AJ waiting for him to continue.

"Dinner was great and we went back to her dorm afterwards...her roommate is away for the weekend. I was opening up the door for her, and you know how the front glass doors are kind of heavy and stick sometimes..."

"Yeah," Jarrett confirmed, having no idea where AJ's story was going.

"Well," AJ continued, softly, "I pulled the door open harder than necessary. It probably wouldn't have mattered if Courtney hadn't had dropped her keys out from her purse...and had been bending down to pick them up."

"No way," Jarrett said, the picture coming together, "You didn't."

"Oh, I did," AJ continued, "it smacked her right in the face."

"Shit," Jarrett exclaimed, sitting up in bed. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah," AJ said, "She didn't lose any teeth or anything...and I stayed until her mouth stopped bleeding." 

Jarrett laughed, probably too loudly. 

"Yeah," AJ added, "Wasn't really very funny. But she's okay. It was actually a pretty good date otherwise. We're going to go out again later this week."

"Wow," Jarrett commented, "well, she must like you if she agreed to a second date."

"I think so," AJ agreed.

Jarrett walked over to AJ's bed and sat on the side of it. "But," he started, "I did make you a promise."

AJ looked at him inquisitively, as Jarrett pulled down the bed sheet, and wrapped his hand around AJ's penis. AJ watched as his soldier slowly rose to attention under Jarrett's care. AJ's ball sack hung down in between his legs with a few days worth of fluids inside. Then Jarrett bent down, wrapping his mouth around AJ's thick cock head.

Jarrett's blowjob promise quickly returned to his mind, as AJ said, "You don't have to..."

AJ trailed off as Jarrett's lips rested at the base of his dick.

AJ gasped, and continued, "Actually, a promise is a promise."

Jarrett smiled as he rode his wet lips up and down AJ's beast. Jarrett's tongue massaged AJ's cock head as his lips pressed firmly along his shaft. AJ moaned louder as Jarrett showed off his deep throating skills. 

"Fuck," AJ moaned, "I'm getting close."

Jarrett laid down on the bed, "Cum on my stomach." AJ kneeled on the bed with Jarrett in between his legs, as he jerked his full cock right above Jarrett's stomach. 

With a moan, AJ's white cum streaked up Jarrett's black chest, covering his nipple. Then, the rest of his load was dumped on Jarrett's abs.

"Oh, fuck," AJ moaned as he finished. 

Jarrett looked over the mess, as AJ complimented, "That was great head." 

Jarrett returned to his side of the room, glad the AJ hadn't commented on the bulge in his shorts.

"Hey," AJ broke several minutes of silence, "I almost forgot. If I give you his number, can you hit up Dom?"

"Dom?" Jarrett asked. AJ had his full attention.

"Yeah, I guess you're in his psych class...he wants to study or something."

Jarrett wasn't even sure that Dom had noticed him in that class. Jarrett let out a breath. "I guess Dom isn't too mad about that party..." he thought to himself.

"Yeah, sure," Jarrett answered, "I'll text him or something."

***

Billy was one of the last players to enter the multipurpose athletic building's locker room, which was his goal. Most of the basketball players had already left.

Billy went to his locker in the shower section of the locker room, and began to undress.

On the other end of the room, AJ and Mich stood next to each other, at the sinks. AJ splashed some water on his face and asked, "You leaving?"

"You go," Mich replied, "I have to go back and grab my fucking stuff out of my fucking locker."

"We'll get them next time," AJ said, as he grabbed his bag and headed towards the door.

Mich turned the corner to the lockers, to see Billy naked, getting his shower stuff together. Immediately, he could feel himself fuming.

"Nice game," Mich said, letting the sarcasm hang.

"I said I'm sorry," Billy answered, quietly.

Mich grabbed his bag from his locker, and looked over at Billy his eyes shifting downward. Billy's small, limp wang looked intimidated itself.

"It must fucking suck," Mich started, "to suck at basketball and have a hamster's cock.

Mich watched as Billy blushed. His blond hair, blue eyes, and tight body, only enraged Mich more.

"Seriously," Mich continued, "You should see a doctor to at least verify your gender. I bet your mom—"

"Leave him alone," the voice came from behind. Mich turned to see Dom emerge from the showers, with a large, white towel around his waist.

"Hey, I can't help it if his dick makes a Q-Tip look impressive."

Dom stepped over a bench that ran along the lockers, positioning himself in between Mich and Billy. A few last drops of water trickled down Dom's ripped body, stopping at the towel. Dom's muscles flexed with his every movement.

"I said," Dom stated firmly, "leave him alone."

Mich smiled smugly, "I'm leaving." He turned and headed for the locker room exit.

Dom opened his locker which was just down a few from Billy's, as he took off his towel. Then, he looked over to see Billy still staring in his locker, acting like he was getting ready for a shower.

"Just ignore him," Dom said, putting his towel in his locker.

"He's right," Billy said meekly.

"Fuck, no," Dom disagreed, "you're still one of our best players, even if today didn't go well."

"I didn't mean about that."

Dom paused, still looking into his locker, "He's wrong about that too."

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say."

Dom looked towards Billy to see him looking over his limp dong. Even limp, Dom's brown dick had considerable size. Billy returned his gaze to inside his locker, as he braced his hands against it, feeling defeated.

Dom walked over to behind Billy, so his manhood pressed against Billy's ass cheek. Billy went to stand up straight, as Dom's hands grabbed his chest, holding him in place. Then, Dom slid his right hand downward, gently playing with Billy's penis.

Billy looked around nervously.

"There's no one else here," Dom said, into Billy's ear, "trust me."

Billy's penis slowly began growing in Dom's hand. Dom rubbed his other hand against Billy's chest, playing with his nibbles. Next, Dom pressed his body against Billy's forcing Billy to brace himself against the lockers. Dom's penis fell in between Billy's tight cheeks.

Dom's closeness resulted in Billy's dick hardening. Dom stood back, and turned Billy around, and then looked down. While Billy's cock may not have been a third leg, Dom pegged it at a solid six inches. 

"Any girl would be happy to get fucked by that," Dom said, stepping close enough to Billy that his own hardening sausage poked him in the hip.

"Yeah," Billy said, looking into Dom's eyes, "How would they feel about sucking it?"

Dom kneeled down, letting Billy's cock brush against his face before he wrapped his lips around it.

"Ohhhh," Billy moaned, as Dom rode his lips down most of his shaft. Dom played with Billy's balls as he gulped down his cock.

Billy looked down in ecstasy, as he watched his dick disappear into Dom's mouth. Further down, he could see Dom's mostly hard sausage wanting attention. "I can get you hard."

Dom pulled his mouth off of Billy, and laid down on the floor. "Give me your dick, and mines all yours."

Billy got on all fours, in a sixty-nine position over Dom. Billy's cock quickly disappeared back into Dom's mouth. As Billy's hand and mouth found themselves next to Dom's thick missile. Billy wasn't completely sure what to do; he had never seen a dick that big in person before. He slowly bent his head down and took the tip of Dom's cock into his mouth. Billy awkwardly sucked on the head of his dick. 

Meanwhile, Dom used his strength to pull Billy's pelvis closer to him, pushing Billy's cock down his throat. 

"Ohhh, fuck," Billy moaned. Dom's new technique sent Billy's squirming, precum oozing into Dom's warm mouth. Billy yanked on Dom's cock as he continued to moan in approval.

"I think," Billy stuttered, as his balls smacked against Dom's face, "shit...I'm going to shoot!"

Dom released Billy's cock from his mouth and quickly wrapped his hand around it, jerking it off.

"Jerk it, jerk it!" Billy practically yelled, "OHHHH!"

Billy's load shot out streaking all the way down to Dom's stomach. Dom watched, impressed, as Billy covered him in streaks and puddles of cum. 

"Shit," Dom said, as Billy's emptied his reserves. "You need to find a girl to help you unload this more often."

"Yeah," Billy agreed, "I just hope she gives head as good as you."

"Thanks," Dom said, getting up, "I definitely need another shower."

"But," Billy said, "I didn't get you off." Dom's dick still didn't seem completely hard. 

Dom was moving quickly towards the shower. Billy had to smile, as cum started running down Dom's chest and abs. "It's okay," Dom said, leaving the room, "I'm saving up for someone."

*** 

Jarrett got up from his desk at the sound of knocking, and opened his dorm's door.

"Hi," Justin greeted from the hall.

Jarrett was a little surprised to see him. They had lab together yesterday, but he hadn't seen him outside of class since the blowjob encounter. Jarrett greeted him and locked the door after he entered.

"I was hoping," Justin said, turning to face Jarrett, "I could borrow your study guide."

Jarrett looked over Justin's baggy blue jeans and black t-shirt. The study guide he wanted was for one of three tests they were going to have in the class...he wasn't going to let it go easily.

"Sorry," Jarrett replied, "I spent a lot of time on that." 

Justin stepped up closer to Jarrett, and let his hand drop done to Jarrett's crotch. Slowly he started grabbing at it. "Come on," Justin coaxed, "I'll do anything."

A thought popped into Jarrett's head; a perfectly nasty one. 

"Then strip," Jarrett began.

Justin was surprised by the request, but he quickly complied, tossing his t-shirt to the side, and kicking off his shoes and socks. Then Justin unbuckled his belt and let his blue jeans fall to the floor. He was wearing a pair of solid blue boxers underneath. Justin's body was thin and twink-like; Jarrett took his time looking over it, as he pulled off his own clothes.

Justin watched Jarrett strip down to his boxers, unsure of what Jarrett had in mind. "Now what?" he asked.

"No questions," Jarrett stated, falling back into his assertive mindset, "Take off the boxers and lay down on the bed."

Justin followed orders and laid down, his head against Jarrett's pillow, as his dick flopped in between his legs. Jarrett pulled off his boxers and climbed onto the bed, with his head soon in between Justin's legs.

Jarrett began running his tongue over Justin's penis, and he massaged Justin's nuts with his hand. Justin, being pleasantly surprised, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Jarrett's skill level showed, as Justin's dick stiffened. Jarrett gulped it down inch by inch as Justin softly moaned. Justin had a nice-sized dick. It was actually similar to Jarrett's but maybe a little thinner. 

Once Justin was hard, Jarrett continued with his plan and moved his mouth down to Justin's sack. Jarrett sucked his balls into his mouth and explored with his tongue.

"Fuck," Justin moaned, louder this time, "Yeah, suck them."

Jarrett tugged on Justin's dick as he tossed around his balls.

Then, Jarrett continued moving south. 

"Hey," Justin said, as his head shot up. He was startled to feel Jarrett's tongue against his hole.

Jarrett looked up at him for just a moment, "Lay back."

Justin complied and put his head back against the pillow, but now with his eyes wide open. Jarrett went for it and flicked his tongue, evading Justin's anus. Justin moaned sporadically, as Jarrett explored deeper. Then, Jarrett released Justin's dick and moved his hand downward. Gradually, he pushed a finger into Justin's ass.

"Ahh," Justin gasped. "Slower!" 

Jarrett pushed his finger all the way into Justin's ass, and then he quickly pulled it out. Again, Jarrett pushed his tongue into Justin, moistening his hole with his saliva. Then, Jarrett pressed two fingers against his anus.

"Fuck no," Justin said, feeling them against him.

"Two fingers is not that bad," Jarrett assured, as he massaged Justin's hole. "Be a man about it."

Justin looked down at Jarrett, "Do it."

Jarrett pushed his fingers in, pressing his left hand against Justin's stomach as he squirmed.

"Oh," Justin moaned, "shit!" After a few second, Jarrett pulled his fingers out. Jarrett bent his head down and swallowed Justin's still hard dick, before moving up his body. He gently kissed Justin's stomach, and then chest. As he moved towards Justin's neck, Justin felt Jarrett's hard-on poke his ass check. "Be careful with that," he said nervously.

Jarrett, raised his head up to look at Justin, as he continued to push his body upward against Justin's.

"I'm going to fuck you," Jarrett stated.

"No fucking—" Justin protested, initially pushing against Jarrett.

"Stop," Jarrett said, calmly. "You need that study guide if you want to pass the test. You know mine is the best. This is how you can get it." Justin just looked at Jarrett. He didn't know what to say.

"Get on all fours," Jarrett order, as he briefly got up from the bed, just long enough to coat his dick with lube. Justin followed the order, as Jarrett moved behind him. 

"Fuck!" Justin moaned, as Jarrett pushed his cock into his ass. Justin shoved his face into Jarrett's pillow, muffling his moans.

"His ass is so tight," Jarrett thought to himself, as he pumped his cock in and out. Justin squirmed and moaned as Jarrett fucked him. 

After a couple minutes, Jarrett felt his body tiring and his dick filling.

"OH," Jarrett moaned, "Fuck!" With that, Jarrett busted, letting his load out deep inside of Justin.

"Fuck," Justin moaned, lifting his head off of the pillow. Jarrett pumped his dick a few more times, before pulling out.

Justin quickly flipped around, and looking at Jarrett asked, "Did you just blow in my ass?"

"Yeah," Jarrett confirmed, sitting back on the bed.

"That's wrong," Justin said, clearly angry.

Jarrett noticed Justin's mostly limp dick. "How about I get you off?"

"Fuck, no," Justin countered, "Just give me the fucking study guide." Jarrett did. And Justin quickly got dressed and left. Jarrett smirked, as he watched Justin attempt to walk normally.

***

The next day, AJ and Jarrett sat in their dorm room. Even with AJ focused on Courtney, Jarrett still looked forward to hot days like today. AJ had stripped down about half-an-hour ago, and was letting everything hang loose.

"How's Courtney?"

"Good," AJ said, from his desk, "we went out yesterday."

"Actually," AJ continued, turning towards yesterday, "yesterday's date had a happy ending."

"Really?" Jarrett asked, happy for him. "I'm glad things are moving along."

The conversation stopped, as Jarrett tried to think of something else to talk about. The truth was he only had one thing on his mind. 

"Oh," AJ broke the silence, "I'm going to stay over at Courtney's tonight."

"Wow," Jarrett responded, "good for you."

"Yeah," AJ said, with annoyance in his voice. "Dom..." he muttered, not breaking his focus on his computer screen.

"Dom?" Jarrett repeated, maybe too quickly. Jarrett had set-up a study session with Dom later that evening, and he was increasingly nervous about it.

"Yeah, Dom," AJ said, barely staying on track, "he's been really annoying lately. Keeps asking me about what I'm doing tonight. He acts like I'll ruin your studying or something..."

"Oh," Jarrett said.

"So I asked Courtney if I could stay with her," AJ continued, "Dom seemed happy."

"Oh," Jarrett repeated. Jarrett sat back in his chair. He had barely spoken to Dom since the frat party...Dom couldn't still be mad about that could he?

***

"Hey," Dom greeted, as he entered Jarrett's dorm. He through his book bag on AJ's desk and turned towards Jarrett. "What's up?" Jarrett looked over Dom, wearing a gray t-shirt and black shorts. He always wore such tight shirts, which hugged every one of his muscles. His brown skin looked so soft, even with his bulkiness. 

"I'm good," Jarrett spit out, "you?"

"Great," Dom smiled.

"So," Jarrett said, sitting down at his desk, "We're going to look at Chapter 5?"

"Yep," Dom confirmed, as he grabbed AJ's chair and moved it next to Jarrett's. Dom leaned in next to Jarrett, so their shoulders were almost touching. 

Jarrett was filled with different emotions. He felt so strongly attracted to Dom, but also a little frightened. He had to say something.

"Hey, about that party," Jarrett released, "I'm really sorry. I should have apologized back when –"

"Apologize?" Dom questioned, "why?"

The two boys looked at each other their faced just inches apart. Jarrett turned away.

"Because," Jarrett explained, "I didn't mean to mess anything up for you."

"Mess it up?" Dom said, "That frat definitely wasn't a good fit for me. Anyway, I heard what happened...with the girl."

Jarrett kept starring at his book, as Dom continued.

"That was really cool," Dom admitted, "I think it says a lot about a person, when they stand up for someone else."

"Thanks," Jarrett said, looking back at Dom. The two shifted their focus to the textbook in front of them...at least they pretended too.

Jarrett's knew he wouldn't be able to focus. He wanted nothing more than to jump Dom at that very moment. He thought back to Justin. But he knew he couldn't be aggressive with Dom, and he didn't want to be. He wanted to be himself. Dom was simply too good of a guy to be caught up with the thoughts running through Jarrett's mind.

"I think you're really hot," Jarrett blurted. Jarrett quickly glanced at Dom, to see he had caught his full attention. "I can't help my feelings...studying together probably isn't a good idea."

A few seconds of deafening silence passed before Dom spoke, "Yeah, studying probably isn't a good idea."

Jarrett took a breath, as he felt Dom's hand on the side of his face. Dom turned Jarrett's head towards him, as he moved in for a kiss.

Jarrett jumped backward, surprised, but Dom's lips quickly caught up to his, and before he knew it they were kissing. The kiss ended and Dom moved in again. This time Jarrett kissed him back. Although, he had sex before, Jarrett realized this was his first kiss.




Some Like It Hot Ch. 02



Dom pulled back, "I've liked you since that basketball game, but ever since I heard that frat story, I can't get you out of my mind." Jarrett didn't know how to respond to Dom's confession, and luckily he didn't half too. Soon the two were kissing again.

Dom's hand found Jarrett's crotch, as the two kissed. As Jarrett felt Dom rub his shorts, he was glad he was so nervous. He knew that was the only thing keeping him from an instant hard-on. Dom broke the kiss just long enough to pull Jarrett's shirt over his head. Dom then peeled off his own shirt, and threw it to the floor. Jarrett caught a quick look at Dom's chiseled chest before the two were kissing again. 

Jarrett was next to break off the kiss – he knew what he wanted. From his chair he bent over, running his tongue over Dom's nipples. Dom sat back in his chair as he caught his breath while watching Jarrett move south. Jarrett gripped the waistband of Dom's shorts, as Dom moved his pelvis allowing Jarrett to pull off his shorts and boxers. Dom's semi-hard eight-incher sprang up in front of Jarrett's face. Jarrett hungrily gulped down Dom's cock, inch-by-inch, until most of it was in Jarrett's wet, warm mouth.

"Oh, yeah," Dom moaned, as Jarrett ran his lips up and down his hard shaft. Jarrett ran a hand over Dom's chest as he deep throated his cock. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dom moaned, "your mouth feels so good!" The encouragement only made Jarrett hornier. Jarrett's saliva shimmered on top on Dom's solid rocket.

"Your turn," Dom said, as he forcefully pushed Jarrett back against his chair. Jarrett was immediately taken back by Dom's aggressiveness, but only for a moment. Dom kneeled down in front of Jarrett's chair, pulling off his shorts and boxers. Jarrett's hard-on smacked against his six-pack as Dom wrapped a hand around it. Dom grabbed Jarrett's balls with his other hand.

"Ohhhh," Jarrett moaned at the feeling of Dom having control over his package.

"Lube?" Dom asked, jerking Jarrett. 

"Ah," Jarrett moaned, trying to think, "bottom drawer." Dom grabbed the tube out of Jarrett's desk and grabbed Jarrett by the waist pulling him forward in his chair, so Jarrett's anus was facing him.

"What a cute, black asshole," Dom commented, as he ran lube over his index finger. 

"Ohhhh," Jarrett moaned, as Dom pushed his finger into Jarrett's ass. Jarrett continued to moan, as one and then two, of Dom's fingers explored inside of him. Dom moved in and took Jarrett's sack into his mouth. He tossed Jarrett's balls around, massaging them with his tongue, as he pushed his fingers deeper.

Dom pulled back his mouth to ask, "You like my fingers in your ass?"

"Ah, ah," Jarrett stopped moaning, feeling a flash of aggressiveness, "No." Dom's fingers stopped, as he looked at Jarrett stunned.

"It feels like a twig is in my ass."

A look of confidence washed over Dom, as he whipped his fingers out of Jarrett. Jarrett moaned, as Dom pulled him up, so he was standing. In one movement, Dom turned Jarrett around and threw him towards the wall, forcing Jarrett to push his hands out. Dom quickly moved behind Jarrett and shoved his plump head into Jarrett's ass.

"OH, SHIT!" Jarrett moaned, as Dom pushed four inches of his thick meat inside. Dom pumped in and out a couple of times before leaning against Jarrett, with his mouth right against Jarrett's ear.

"How's that feel?" Dom asked, his warm breath hitting Jarrett.

"Ohhh," Jarrett moaned, bracing himself against the wall, "you're so fucking big!"

"That's only half of it," Dom whispered, as he pounded the rest of his meat deep into Jarrett.

"OHHHH!" Jarrett yelled, probably too loud for a dorm room. As Dom's thrusts picked up speed, the intensity overpowered Jarrett. Dom could feel Jarrett's arms buckling. Dom wrapped his muscular arms around Jarrett's chest to hold him in place, as he continued to plow him.

"Your ass is so warm," Dom whispered, as his slammed his pelvis against Jarrett's ass checks, "so tight." Jarrett had lost all control; he was only still standing because Dom was holding him up. The feeling of ecstasy had fully engulfed him.

"Oh, shit, shit," Jarrett moaned, as Dom pulled his long cock from Jarrett's ass. Jarrett was barely able to keep standing once Dom's arms released him.

"Lay down on the bed," Dom ordered. Jarrett quickly complied, as Dom pulled Jarrett's legs apart and moved in between them. Slowly, Dom pushed his meat back into Jarrett. 

"Ohhhh, fuck!" Jarrett moaned, as he felt Dom move deep inside of him. 

Dom watched Jarrett's hard dick twitch with every new thrust of his cock. "You love my cock inside of you."

"Yeah...it feels good," Jarrett managed to get out between moans.

"Good? Just good?" Dom questioned, banging his cock in and out faster.

"OHHHH! Fuck! Fuck! ... Great!"

"Great?" Dom pounded Jarrett sending him moving up the bed.

"Fantastic! OHHH! Fucking fantastic!" Dom smiled, as he looked down at Jarrett's cock, with a puddle of precum beneath it.

"You want to cum so bad," Dom began; sweat dipping off of his body onto Jarrett's. "You want to cum so bad, don't you? Send your load all over?"

"Yeah, yeah," Jarrett moaned, as his hand went for his cock, only to be blocked by Dom.

"I don't believe you," Dom stated. Dom's pulled his cock out so that only the head was still in Jarrett, before slamming in back in down to his pubes.

"Yes!" Jarrett yelled, "I need to cum!" Dom wrapped his hand around Jarrett's manhood and stroked his cock, as he sent his own cock into Jarrett deep and fast.

"FUCK!" Jarrett yelled as his load shot out, hitting his pecks. Jarrett covered his chest and stomach in his white giz.

"Oh, yeah," Dom coaxed, "drop that nut!" Dom pulled out of Jarrett's ass and knelt over top of his stomach. 

Jarrett didn't waste any time in grabbing Dom's cock with both hands and tugging at his monster.

"Yeah!" Dom moaned, rolling his head back, "jerk it! Make me cum!" Jarrett's hands slide over Dom's thick meat.

"FUCK!" Dom moaned, as he shot his heavy load out, over Jarrett's face, pillow, and chest. Jarrett kept working Dom's cock until it was empty. "Oh, shit," Dom moaned, as he fell against the bed, laying next to Jarrett. The two of them laid there as their breathing began to slow. 

A few minutes passed, Dom's leg was crossed over top of Jarrett's. Dom hand was gently playing with Jarrett's shaved head. Dom's cum had slide down the side of Jarrett's face and into the definition lines of Jarrett's chest. Both of them were smiling.

"It's hot in here," Dom said.

Jarrett looked over at Dom. "Some like it hot."



Some Like It Hot Ch. 02



She went to her room and I thought she was going to bed. Instead about five minutes later she came back into the room wearing a near transparent nightie. Guess she thought of me as her father and not a guy who was married to her mother. Her own father had been gone, who knows where, for nearly eight years. She came toward me before veering off toward the kitchen. As she approached I tried not to stare but with the thinness of the material showed the lack of any hair framing her womanhood. Then as she turned and went to the kitchen, she passed between me and the light, and she may as well have been naked. Her tits were pushed against the material of the nightie and the crest of her nipples caused the material to drape down over them. Her smallish ass was poised as if on inspection and begging to be fucked. I tried to focus my attention back to the game I'd found on the tube and was almost successful when Janet returned from the kitchen with a soft drink for her and a beer for me. She handed me the drink by leaning toward me. Her nightie fell away from her chest and once more I was staring at her beautiful tit and it was mere inches from my eyes and mouth. I thanked her as I took the beer and as I turned my head to place it on the table, Janet began to crawl into my over-sized recliner with me. She made little or no attempt to keep herself covered and one of her tits was in full view, sitting on her chest, taunting me. 

It was obvious she had no idea the effect she was having on me. She placed her head against my chest and was acting like she did when she was a little girl. I laid my own hand down on her side, close to, but not touching the swell of her breast. Finally comfortable, she took the control for the VCR and pushed "play". The screen changed to the movie and in the middle of the screen was an obviously older man porkin a young vixen that had big tits. His cock was long, straight, and hard and crested with large veins. The head was over sized and the girl was really into it. Actually, it was into her and moving at the speed of light. Janet never said a word, nor did I. She was laying in a near fetal position, half curled, so she wasn't making contact with my cock. But it was close at hand. She lay there for some time, sipping her drink staring at the screen. As the action continued I noticed her breathing was increasing in tempo and her slight shifts always seemed to involve her legs, as if she were trying to bring pressure between them. For some reason I then glimpsed down and was amazed at what was happening to her breast in general and her nipple in particular. Her breast had become firmer looking, and her nipple had become rock hard and had begun to distend until it was near an inch in length. 

Speaking of growing, it was at this time I noticed that between watching the movie and the view I was getting from Janet, I was developing a real problem of my own. My cock was beginning to stiffen. I was only wearing a robe and it would be a short period of time before Janet would be face to face with my engorged cock. I didn't know what to do. I reached for the beer she had brought and took a long and hard swallow. Unfortunately the movement of reaching for the beer put additional requirements on the robe and the material began to pull apart even more. From my angle I could already see the head of my cock straining to get out. 

Just then the scene in the movie changed and the girl was moving her head to his cock and taking it all into her mouth. She began to suck, while her hand became a blur as she pumped his shaft. For his part, the man had moved his hand to her ass and was fingering her pussy. It was a typical scene for this type movie, but I figured it was the first one Janet had seen. 

She seemed totally engrossed. I'm not sure what happened next, but I glanced down and horror came to me in a flash as my robe had parted and my cock was rising into the night air. For nearly three minutes I watched as it grew, pushing the material away which had covered me. Finally I was at full staff, pointing toward the ceiling. I don't know if Janet spied it from the corner of her eye, or just sensed the presence, but her hand reached over and began to lightly touch the flesh. She wasn't stroking it or anything like that. Instead she was moving her finger tips over the surface. I don't even know if she was aware of what she was doing since her face was still focused toward the screen. I do know her tit had swollen even more and the nipple looked as if it was about to explode. Her touch was real soft and as her fingertips neared the top they followed the contour of the flesh perfectly as the head of my cock flared out, all the way to the tip where she played with the hole in the end. Then looping over the top and then back down the backside finally coming to rest in the dense pubic hairs that were there. She never picked up any speed or added any pressure, just a continual touching of cock flesh from the hairs on the top to barely reaching the balls hanging below. This went on for some time with Janet never looking toward what she was doing. The couple on the screen was reaching one of their multiple orgasms and the man groaned as his cock erupted into a volcano of jism. The young vixen had pulled back and she was hit all over the face with some actually making it into her mouth. She smiled as she began to lick the creamy river from his shaft. 

It was about that time that an involuntary pulse on my part sent a glob of pre-come to the tip of my shaft. The amount was large enough that it began to drip down the side of the shaft. Janet was still moving her fingers up and down the length of my bone from the hairy roots and over. Her fingertips were leading the race toward the base of my cock, running right ahead of the wetness. When her fingers hit the pubic hairs she moved back up. Then her finger tip hit the juice and her finger stopped. The sticky substance ran over the top of her finger. It was then she looked over to where her hand was. She stared at it for a moment and then shifted her weight around as if trying to get a better view. Her movement grabbed the material that wasn't doing a good job of covering me by now anyway, and pulled it further to the side. My entire shaft and balls were open to her view.

"Oh my god, what have I done?" I asked as I grabbed at the material of my robe and tried to cover myself up. Janet for her part was moving some more and when I reached to try to get her off of me my hand went straight into her nightie and ended up on her tit. The size and firmness amazed me, but not nearly as much as what happened then. Janet had never moved her hand away from my shaft, but now she reached around it entirely. Then with a grip of velvet firmness, she moved her hand up and down the length of my shaft with blurring speed. Just as another surge of pre-come rose to the surface she moved her mouth close and using her tongue, grabbed all the salty substance in as if it were nectar. Then without missing a beat her mouth came down on the head and continued until she had taken my entire shaft down her throat just like the girl in the movie. Her movement had also caused her nightie to open nearly all the way in front and I was given a view of her perfectly shaved pussy area. I must admit it was difficult but I tried to push her away again and as I did so her firm tit was pressed hard against my hand. Janet then turned in toward me as her legs went on either side of my knee area. This brought her pussy into direct contact with my leg and knee area. She moved a little more and then stopped completely. Her entire body began to shake. I don't know if it was her first, but she had an orgasm. Once it subsided, she moved off me and could barely look at me. 

"I'm sorry. This is my fault," I started in. "I should have known better. I promise it will never happen again. I just hope you can forgive me." The words rang in my ears and I think our relationship was different from then on, until tonight.

I found myself now looking at a full-grown woman. Those same tits that I had watched grow from smooth nothings to the large mass of firm flesh now in my hands, were marvels also. Not a perfect set of tits, but enough to excite any normal man I knew. Crested with nipples the size of acorns, they were a startling contrast to those wonderful mounds which Pat had on her chest. As my hand worked the flesh of this hardening tit, my cock was already trying to rise. Janet then moved her lips from mine and attacked my ear with her tongue. It was obvious she had spoken to Pat about this fetish I had. I was having trouble even thinking at all, much less thinking straight. My hand moved from her tit and was working down to her womanhood when she stopped licking long enough to speak again.

"I want you to lick my pussy. I need it so much. Would you lick my pussy for me? Please. I really need to know if you can lick pussy as well as Pat said you can. She said you're the best. Please eat me. I really want you too." 

She then rolled off me and stretched out on the bed. It was the first time I had the chance to collect my thoughts, such as they were. Janet spread herself on the bed, her legs open at a 45º angle, and her hands working on her beautiful tits. Tugging up on the nipples, causing them to enlarge and grow hard. It was at this time I was going to stop, if ever. The thought crossed my mind, but only briefly. My mouth sought her heaving breast. The abundance of flesh was more than I could get into my mouth, but I still tried. Then I brought my tongue into play, swirling around the nipple, capturing the morsel, only to let it escape. Even as my tongue worked its magic, my hand sought out her tight little quim. The hair covering her passage was shaved into some design (a heart I found out later), and as I touched her little hole, she began to shiver as if she were really cold. Even as I pushed the tip of my finger into her, she became rigid and then almost moving as if having a spasm. 

I had always admired her navel, a beautiful "innie" and as my mouth traveled to it, I began to fuck the small orifice with my tongue. She seemed to enjoy this as could be heard from her moans. My hand moved to her thigh. Once contact was made she began to squirm, her legs moving even further apart. 

I moved my fingers slowly along her silky skin near her knee. Finger nails trailing, goose bumps rising to greet a passing traveler. Each time I moved my fingers on her leg she'd shift slightly, until her inner thigh was available. She suddenly seemed uncertain and I slowed my hand movement to allow her to back out. Ultimately my hand stopped within centimeters of her steaming pussy. I could feel heat rising from her snatch and it was all I could do to resist plunging a finger into her womanhood, making her scream aloud with passion. I remained in control for what seemed hours. 

"Are you sure about this?" 

Janet looked at me with lustful passion and I knew her answer. "Lick me, damn it. I want you to lick me now. Don't ask, just do it." 

An inner smile came to me as I pressed my lips to her thigh and moved with slow kisses upward. Gently and gracefully she reclined onto her bed, her eyes sparkling in the light. Even as she did so her hand began to trail downward past her enlarged breasts, past her flat abdomen, over the area surrounding her love hole. Pausing at the edge of her labia, her fingers gingerly played along the edges. Janet eased her full pussy lips apart, while the unmistakable sounds of her juices ebbed and flowed within her. Testing the inner chamber with just the tip of her finger, she sighed softly before withdrawing the finger. She dragged it forward leaving a slim trail of coital fluid behind. As she drew near her naval the trail ended for she had extracted only a small portion. 

She had laid a trap for an unsuspecting fly with a fine trail of honey leading toward the hive. I was the willing fly and so I went.

My cock was harder than ever, but it would have to wait for I could smell her nectar and I was not about to mix it with my seed. I reached the end of the road to heaven between her outstretched legs. But instead of diving right into the nectar nest, I rose again and moved along her abdomen, I moved again, back down and reached her navel. Her sharp intake of breath told me she either liked attention being lavished there, or it was something that was seldom done. I traced the outer perimeter making smaller and smaller circles as I went. Then when it was obvious the area had been sufficiently covered, I moved in for the kill. Stabbing straight into the heart of her navel with my tongue, only to tease and retreat. Even as I pulled back, her stomach lurched upward trying to recapture my invading instrument. But my tongue was too quick. Then back to circling and stabbing once more. Repeating the exercise over and over as her breaths became more pronounced. My hand moved to her breasts, tweaking her nipples even harder, causing her voice to elevate her desires. Finally my tongue stayed in her navel, splitting the tiny folds of flesh, trying to root out some hidden enemy or morsel of food. Janet grabbed my head and pulled me even tighter against her abdomen. Only a short distance to travel, the aroma was becoming intense, matching my desire. I pulled from her navel and started back down again. She seemed disappointed until my nose began playing on her golden mounds. My breath continued along her thighs while my tongue was still searching for whatever it could find. Her leg brushed my arm and I allowed it to continue until it rested gently on my shoulder, followed by her other leg. When settled, she had a leg on either side of my head, the backs of her knees resting on my shoulders which would allow for maximum penetration. 

Finally I pulled back, her legs sliding along my shoulders; I gazed at the form spread before me. Her juices were literally dripping from her cunt and running down the crack of her ass, pooling on the bed. The amount of liquid was impressive and I knew as hungry as I was, it was time to "wet the appetite" so to speak. Using my tongue once more I traveled along the outer perimeter, causing her to shift as she tried to make me slip off the ridge and fall into her waiting chasm. But I was careful. Finally with strength I didn't know she possessed, she took hold of my hair and at the same time used her legs and feet to pull me into her waiting orifice as her first orgasm struck. Just as I thought, hers was the nectar was a goddess, sweet, plentiful and coating my entire face. 

When her tremors ceased I glanced toward her face and couldn't see it. Her breasts had risen, trying to touch the ceiling. They throbbed with a life all their own. As much as I wanted to suck them in, I knew there was something else I had to do first. I rose and my cock popped up from between my legs. I was ready to fill her cunt with my fluid to replace that which I had just lapped out. Janet rose on her elbows and her eyes grew wider from and anticipation once more. My cock had swollen to an even larger proportion than before. The large purple head was bobbing back and forth as I rose to my feet between her thighs. Her legs remained over my shoulders until she was bent into an "L" shape. The position elevated her pussy off the bed and was at the right position for my lance to assault her. I approached her love hole as Janet reached down to spread her pussy lips apart to help me inside. I approached her channel until the head of my rocket launcher touched her. Her sharp intake of breath told me she was ready. Grasping my cock I moved until the head eased into her love channel. It was smooth I began to move back and forth, never going too far in or pulling out. She began to rock with me as I sawed in and out, building speed. Her steamy cunt had gapped open, and when the time was right, I saw her face, a veil of unbridled lust, distorted in her excitement. Her eyes were tightly shut and her teeth were clinched in a frown of determination. I shoved hard; my cock sailed past areas untouched by anyone until now. I struck bottom and my nuts ended against her up turned ass. I held it there as a shriek came from her indicating how she enjoyed being impaled by my rod. 

"Oh my god daddy, oh my god. Fuck me daddy, fuck me please."

Nesting in her hole, I withdrew only to charge again. Increasing speed with each thrust, hammering away, my sack crashing against her ass cheeks until contractions indicated an impending explosion once more. I concentrated on my own pleasures, but became aware of her body beginning to tremble as an overwhelming spasm overtook her body. Still I rammed in and out and when the time arrived for me to dump my seed, I grasp Janet's hips and pulled her forward while driving forward. The impact was loud but drowned out by her cries of pleasure. Spurt after spurt shot from my cannon into her reservoir until I slowed in speed, letting the last couple of spasms shoot from my launcher. My seed was depleted, my cock shrinking. A fierce battle had been waged, but well worth the losses. 

As I released her legs and moved away from the bed I noticed her form was not at rest. Instead she was still experiencing the last throngs of an orgasm. Not being able to tell if she had made it at this point and was coming down or if she was still climbing, I took a deep breath for energy and dove into the wetness we had created. Soon as my tongue crossed her clit she nearly screamed and locked her legs around my head, pulling my face deep into her come soaked snatch. The aroma was musty, but the flavor was sweet and I lapped it up with increased fervor. When Janet reached her last plateau, I felt her thighs begin to tremble against my ears and her breath became even more labored. All was music to my ears, metaphorically speaking of course. Finally, she released me from her death grip. I crawled back up on the bed, resting beside her. My breath was labored and I was indeed a spent man. 

"Damn, that was hot." I recognized my wife Karen's voice. I looked in her direction and was greeted with a wondrous sight. Pat was licking Karen's pussy for all she was worth while her fingers were plunging into her open snatch. I smiled as she looked over at me, smiled even bigger and said, "Hope you don't think you are done for the night. It is just beginning." 

Yes, a wonderful relationship. Just hope I can live long enough to fully enjoy it. Till next time.