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Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 01

By: xxistential



It had been a year and a half since his divorce and it hadn't gotten much easier. He hit rock bottom when two months after he had signed the papers, he got a wedding invitation from his ex. The bitch actually sent him a wedding invitation. She's been divorce again since, then, just recently. He had read the divorce announcement in the local paper and gotten a bit of a chuckle. Another poor schmuck added to the club.

It was Friday night, and Frank was out drinking at the local strip club, trying to forget that his life was an empty hole, but even a dozen pairs of perky bouncing tits that were constantly being flung in his face couldn't lift his spirits tonight. He sighed and was just about to chuck it and go home when he heard the man at the table next to him telling a sad story to a big breasted stripper who was kneeling on his table. "So we date for a couple months, and she says we have to get married because she can't stand the stigma of being a divorcé. So I figure, what the hell, there's obviously chemistry there and she's one of the best fuck's I've ever had. Six months later, it's goodbye Ronnie. Traded in for a younger model. Caught her in the fucking act, pardon the pun. So the bitch says, fine we'll get divorced, but she wants alimony and all that other crap. Come on, I'm one of the best divorce lawyers in the state, I catch her in my bed with some 20 year old frat boy, and she thinks I'm gonna pay her alimony?"

"So what happened?" asked the red head curiously.

"I sued her for alimony. She's some big advertising exec up in St. Paul. Took her to the cleaners for alienation of affections. As a matter of fact," he said placing another dollar down the front of the dancer's g-string," darling Vicki is paying for this table dance!" The stripper giggled and flipped her hair at this idea.

Frank started choking and nearly shot scotch and soda out his nose. He looked over at the man at the next table and couldn't resist asking the question, inebriated as he was. "Excuse me," Frank said, "but would you be referring to Vicki Porantello?"

"Yeah," said the man a bit stunned, "How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess," said Frank. "Look, I have to ask, was she already divorced when you two got together?"

"Yeah. I met her through another buddy of mine. He's an attorney too and handled her divorce. I need to remember to kick his ass next time I see him. He really set me up with a winner. Guess she gave him an even better story than she gave me!"

"She was probably fucking him too," said Frank.

"Hmm, entirely possible. That bitch did have entirely too much ability at mind control." Ron slid another dollar into the stripper's waistband. "I feel sorry for the poor sonuvabitch who had to endure her before me. She had to have been screwing around on him to."

"Count on it," said Frank with a smile. "I didn't get your name."

"Oh yeah," said Ron reaching around the buxom table dancer to shake Frank's hand. "Ron Reynolds, attorney at law."

"Nice to meet you Ron. Frank Maroni, poor sonuvabitch."

The stripper got Frank's meaning immediately and stopped gyrating in on the table. Ron took another mouthful of beer before realization hit him. He spit out the mouth full of beer in surprise and stared at Frank. A half second later, Ron realized he had just drenched the poor dancer, foaming beer cascading down her cleavage. 

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," said Ron, reaching for a napkin and starting to sop up the beer. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and snatched his hands back guiltily looking around for the bouncer he was sure was coming to pound him for touching one of the girls. 

The redhead just laughed and got off the table. "I think you have bigger problems than I do," she said and walked away smiling.

"Um..." said Ron sheepishly, "buy you a beer?"

Frank burst out laughing. "Sure, why not. Especially if it's on Vicki."

Frank joined Ron at his table and Ron ordered a couple rounds of drinks. Frank laid out the story of how Vicki had just came home from work one day and said that she was burnt out and couldn't take living with him anymore. She dropped a packet of divorce papers on the counter and said it was over. He'd given her the house being an idiot and thinking she would get over it and they'd work things out.

"I didn't want it to get ugly," said Frank. "I really believed that we'd work it out. God I miss that house. I loved it."

Ron looked up embarrassed. "This may not be the time to mention it, but your address wouldn't happened to have been 1345 Durstin would it?"

"Yep, that's it."

"I know what you mean," said Ron, "I love it too."

"You mean loved it," said Frank suspiciously.

"No I mean I still do," said Ron warily. "I got it in the divorce."

Frank's jaw hit dropped. "Look," said Ron hastily, "When we got married I had a great apartment. Nice view, overlooking the bay. The bitch talked me into selling it and moving in with her. She talked me into selling all my shit to cover this big ass wedding she wanted, since she had the big house and all. So I did, gave up everything from my bachelor life for her. After that, there was no way she was getting the house!

"Think of it this way," said Ron placating, "at least she isn't still living in it."

Frank stared at Ron for a minute, his mind working furiously. Then he started to laugh. "You know, you're right. I don't suppose you'd entertain an offer to buy it back would you?"

"Geez, I've known the guy 10 minutes and already he's trying to get me to sell all my stuff. This is very reminiscent," said Ron with a smile.

"No," said Frank quickly, "that's not what I meant. I just..."

Ron started laughing and cut him off. "Just giving you crap Frankie boy. I'm not exactly in a position to sell at the moment, but should my situation change, I'll give you first crack. I'm certainly not emotionally attached to it.

"Besides," he said raising his drink, "I'd feel kind of like the conquering hero, returning the stolen manor to the wrongfully ousted lord."

Both men enjoyed a rolling laugh. The redheaded dancer returned, having toweled off and changed her g-string. Gone was the sparkly black thong, replaced by a tiny sheer green g-string. "Glad to see you two haven't exchanged blows yet," she said with a smile.

"Nah," chimed in Ron, "It's apparent that we were never rivals."

"Yeah," said Frank, "just unwitting victims."

"Look honey," said Ron apologetically, "I'm awful sorry about what happened."

"That's ok," said the stripper, "I've had a lot worse sprayed on my chest than that."

Both men laughed. "Ok," said Ron, "I suppose some introductions are in order. Frank this is Tara. Tara, this is Frank, my ex-wife's ex-husband."

"And you two just happened to meet here tonight?"

"Yeah, serendipitous, eh?" said Frank.

"So where were we?" asked Ron, pulling out a wad of bills.

Tara giggled huskily and strolled around to Ron's side of the table. As she passed Frank, she let a hand wander through his hair and trail down his arm. "Don't you think you should share with your new friend?"

"A capital idea," said Ron enthusiastically. He stood up offering Tara a hand, which she took and stepped from the floor to a chair and finally up to the table. 

Stretched her arms up over her head arching her back, her large breast pushing skyward. Frank could tell this wasn't your average stripper. Tara wasn't the list bit boney or anorexic looking, but she wasn't heavy either. She had a natural smoothness to her curves that spook volumes about a healthy lifestyle. No forced diets, or excessive drinking here. She was trim, yet voluptuous. Her ass was a bit on the largish size and well rounded, in his opinion perfect. Her breasts were easily D cups, and swayed in a way that could only be termed as natural. Her nipples, a pale pink on her very white skin, drooped ever so slightly, again denying any augmentation and screaming to their natural origins. As she bent over in front of him, he could see a pattern of very pale freckles playing across her ass, making him think she was definitely a real red head. He was sure that under that sheer fabric would lay a fiery red patch of pubic hair, if there was anything there at all. Judging by the brevity of the g-string she wore, he doubted there was much.

Tara swung gracefully down to kneel on the table, her ass pointed toward Ron, look Frank right in the eyes. "So Frank," she said, arching her back and cupping her breast with both hands, "I've heard Ronnie's story. What's yours?"

"Not much to tell really," said Frank. "We were married for two years, everything seemed great. We both worked nine to five jobs, made a decent amount of money and had everything we ever wanted. She was happy, I mean really happy. Too happy, I guess. 

"So she just shows up one day and hands me the divorce papers. I was stunned, I really never saw it coming. I've thought time and again that maybe I was in denial and just couldn't see the signs. Oh as I look back, I can see signs that she was screwing around on me, but not that she was angling for divorce. She totally blindsided me.

"So I packed up and moved into a hotel, thinking we'd be able to work it out as soon as she told me whatever it was that had set this off. A week later, the bank account is cleaned out and I'm selling my Mercedes to pay for the lawyer fees and to make it until my next pay check."

Tara stopped dancing and looked at Frank. "Seriously Frank, no stripper bullshit here, that sucks, and I'm really sorry." Frank saw her eyes were a bit watery, even in the low blue light of the bar.

"Hey, not your fault kid," he said. "Not unless you were banging her too." At this she laughed and flipping her long scarlet hair back resumed her dance. 

Frank took another drink. "I just feel so stupid, you know? I mean, I honestly never saw coming."

"Yeah," said Ron, "I know what you mean. Everything was great, our lives seemed perfect. Then one day I come home and..." He paused and Frank could see him turning a bit red.

"What?" asked Frank. "At least you caught the bitch early one. And you won in the end. She cleaned my ass out!"

"Yeah, but it was so cliché," said Ron.

"What do you mean cliché?" asked Tara?

"Never mind," said Ron hastily, his reddening face looking purple in the blue light.

"Come on, said Tara, "you never did tell me how you caught her. It'll be therapeutic." 

"What are you," quipped Ron, "a psychology student putting yourself through college as an exotic dancer?"

"Yes," she said, "as a matter of fact I am."

"Come on Ron," said Frank. You can't get much more cliché than that. No offense intended my dear."

"None taken," said Tara brightly and blew him a kiss. On here knees again, she leaned back until her hair was hanging back in Ron's lap. She reach down and pulled the tiny sheer green g-string up tighter then moved her hands slowly up her body to again cup her breast, all the while staring into Ron's eyes and licking her lips. Frank looked at the small tight triangle of green material between Tara's luscious spread thighs. Through the ultra thin fabric he could see the distinct puffy outlines of her pussy lips. They were thick and luscious, her pussy looked ready to explode out of the g-string.

"Ok fine," said Ron knocking back the rest of his drink. "So I come home early from work one day, and in the driveway I see this delivery car from the local pizza place. I walk in and..."

"Wait a minute," said Tara, sitting up and spinning around to face Ron. "Are you trying to tell me that you caught you wife fucking the pizza delivery guy?"

"Yeah," said Ron haughtily, "that's what I'm saying!"

"OK," said Tara, "you win. You're situation is definitely more cliché than mine."

"Well just when I thought nothing could make me feel any better," said Frank laughing.

Tara spun around, a pout on her red-orange lips. "You mean I'm not enough to make you feel better?" she asked sadly.

"Ah but you see, my dear," said Frank, melodramatically, "my pain is great and my scars run deep. Tis naught but so much that one fair maiden can do to ease my suffering and heal my lonely soul."

"Says you," said Tara with a smoldering look in her eyes. "What do you think Ronnie? I think Frankie needs some special attention."

"I couldn't agree more!" said Ron with gusto. 'Begone you wretched shell of a man. To the Champagne Room with you!" Frank tried to protest, but Ron shoved two hundred dollar bills into Taras hand and pushed Frank to follow her. 

"Ron!" exclaimed Frank. "I met you twenty minutes a go and you're buying me a two hundred dollar lap dance? Come on man I can't accept this."

"Nice try," said Ron laughing, "but this ones not on me. It's on Vicki! Remember, I have no real need for Vicki's alimony checks, I'm loaded. The alimony was purely a spite move. So, every month I come here and spend until the monthly check is gone. Have you ever seen a teller try to cash a $3000 check in 1's?" 

"But," said Frank.

"No buts," said Ron firmly, "except hers of course. Take care of him Tara. And do send someone back round my way."

Tara took Frank firmly by the hand. "Don't worry tiger," she said with a purr in her voice, "I won't bite..."

" I know, I know," said Frank resignedly, "not unless I ask right?"

Tara's smiled coyly and lead him back to the private suite reserved for high priced dances. The infamous Champaign Room. He briefly remembered a joke from somewhere, "regardless of what they tell you, there's no sex in the Champagne Room!"

Standing at the double etched glass doors was a very large black bouncer. He gave Frank a stern look. Suzie promptly slapped him on the shoulder. "Stop scaring my customer, Tino."

"Yes ma'am," said the bouncer and flashed a toothy grin as he opened the door for the pair. "Have fun with GB."

"GB?" asked Frank as the door closed.

"Oh he loves his little jokes," Tara said. "calls me GB because he says I have a 'Ghetto Booty'. I guess it's a nice way to say I have a big ass."

"Oh I don't know," said Frank shyly, "personally I like it."

"I don't know," Tara said, suddenly serious, "I never was self conscious about my weight until I started working here. I'm certainly the heaviest girl here."

"You know what the first thing I noticed about you was?" said Frank, giving her a lopsided grin. " When you stretched up and arched your back, I couldn't see your ribs. Most dancers are so skinny that they look like they are either on crack or they need a sandwich." Tara chuckled at that remark.

"Seriously," said Frank, "they lose their natural beauty and it makes them look fake. Especially when they have those big fake boobs to go along with it. You just look real. I guess I like that." Frank smiled shyly.

"Frank, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me in here. If I didn't think Tino would bust in and beat the crap out of you, I'd kiss you right now."

Frank shot reflexive glance over to the doors, and the shadow of the bouncer outside. "Damn, Frank I was kidding. At least about Tino." 

She lead Frank over to the large couch and gently pushed him down. He sat as she poured two glasses of champagne and came strolling back across the room. She moved with a dancer's grace, the liquid in the flutes barely moving, but that was all that didn't move. Frank was entranced by the sway of her hips, the way her long legs, accentuated by the high heels she wore, ate up the ground between them. Her natural breasts swayed gently as she moved.

"Now let's relax and take it slow. We've got plenty of time." She handed him a glass and sat on the couch beside him. "So the first thing you notice about me isn't my tits or my ass, but that I'm not fighting an eating disorder? What are you a doctor or something?"

"Nope," said Frank taking a sip of champagne, "I've just spent my share of time and money in the strip clubs lately. You start to see trends."

"Oh come on Frank," said Tara. "you mean to tell me that you've spent the last year and a half going to strip clubs trying to forget your ex?"

"Yeah," sighed Frank, "pretty much. Pathetic eh?"

"Well, kinda yeah," said Tara honestly. "I mean, what about other women? Haven't you been dating?"

Frank snorted. "Not once. I tried to ask out a lady at work once about six months ago, but I just couldn't bring my self to take the risk."

"Ah," she said, sounding like a seasoned clinician, "so the fear of rejection brought on by your divorce kept you from taking that risk. So you've probably been spending all your time at strip clubs because you knew you wouldn't be rejected. So why not just go get a hooker and work off some of that tension?"

Frank stared at her. "First off I've never paid for it and I never will!"

"Ah righteous anger followed by indignent defensiveness. The thought had to have crossed your mind, but you never pursued it because of your pride?" Tara was in full psychiatrist mode now. "I don't buy that, mainly because if you were in as deep a depression as you say, and I believe, that you were, then you wouldn't have had any pride left. I dare say you were more worried about getting caught back up in the same trap that your ex caught you in.

"I'll bet that deep inside you think that any woman will just take you to the cleaners and burn you again. But, at the same time you need that female companionship, being as you are a strong virile man. You probably frequent the strip clubs because you know that you aren't going to get lucky here, so it is safe for you. It's like porn, but living and breathing. I'll bet in the last year that you've been coming to places like this you've never even had a lap dance right? Too much contact, too uncomfortable, too risky? That's why you are so nervous right now."

"No wait a damn minute," said Frank, "I didn't sign on here for a psychiatrist appointment. I thought this was a lap dance?" 

"Frank, you've been sitting here listening to me for the last 90 seconds and you totally for got that you have two huge naked tits staring you right in the face. Not once did you glace down at anything but my face. That tells me I hit a little close to home." She reached out and topped his champagne glass. "I see it all the time Frank you aren't the first."

Frank sighed. "Ok doctor, what do you suggest I do now?"

Tara looked down a bit at his harsh reply. "Look Frank," she said putting a hand on his thigh, "I'm sorry I came at you so strong. I don't normally do that. I've sat and listened to you and Ronnie all night, and I've seen you in here a number of times before. You're a polite, sweet man who got hurt by a real conniving whore and you didn't deserve it. I guess I just think you need to get on with your life. To do that you need two things. First someone to step up and let you know it's not your fault and to snap out of it. 

"And second," she said swinging quickly over him to straddle his lap, her face inches from his, "you need someone to prompt you to take that risk and get back I the game."

"Put me in coach!" said Frank with a laugh. With that, Tara began her dance.

Straddling his waist, she arched her back up, her large tits inches from is face. He breathed in, inhaling the sweet scent of strawberries from her alabaster skin. Tara reach up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them, her fingers leaving red impressions on her pale flesh. She slowly caressed the globes, ending by pinching her hardening nipples. Flipping her hair forward, she began to slide down Frank's body. Her breasts gently caressing his cheeks and her hair cascaded over his face like a veil of scarlet silk. 

Frank could feel the rock hard nipples rake over his body through the thin fabric of his shirt as she continued her way down his body. Tara smiled up at him as her hand caressed over his own hardening nipples. As her breasts lay heavily on his lap she reversed her course and started moving back up his body. As the entire length of her body ground against his crotch, his cock began to harden. Her breasts slid past his face again, filling his nostrils with the scent of fresh strawberries, as she stood.


Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 01



As she moved to the music snakelike in front of him, Frank scanned her body once more. From head to toe, her skin was smooth and her curves voluptuous. It was all he could do to keep his hands at his sides, like a long forgotten desire was rising in him. In all the time he had sat watching dancers in these clubs, he'd never once been tempted to touch one, until now. It was like the parting of a curtain and at that moment the depression left him. He realized what he had been denying in himself through some misplaced guilt. He had let Vicki get to him at the core of his being and he had been denying his most basic male desires out of fear that some other woman would control his soul as she had. But here was this beautiful half-naked creature, dancing for his pleasure. He was in control, however tenuous it may be, and she was not able to hurt him. He had no need to fear her, only to desire her.

He was snapped from his revelry by the feeling of a leg being thrown over his shoulder. Her left foot on the back of the couch and he right knee on his thigh, Tara rolled her hips back and for, her pussy now inches from Frank's face, and he could sense the now familiar sent of strawberries. She pulled the g-string tight and he could easily see the outline of her lips, the nub of her clit, poking through the sheer fabric like a tiny nipple. Tara then hooked her thumbs under the waist band and slid the tiny triandle down until her pussy was nearly exposed. As she moved, Frank could see just the top of her cleft peeking out from behind the green. He smiled realizing that his earlier question was now answered for certain. Her pussy was completely bare. He felt his cock stiffen further

Tara spun around now, planted her ass on his lap, and drew and arm up behind Frank's head in a classic stripper lap dance position. Slowly she ground her ass into his crotch. "How do you feel?" she asked, whispering in his ear.

"Liberated," he said smiling. "I'd say put another notch in your garter belt doctor, I'm cured."

She laughed put her hands on his thigh and started moving her ass in circular motions. Frank's dick was at full rise now, and pulsating with suppressed lust. For the first time, Tara came full in contact with his erection, and gasped softly, her motion stopping. "Frank!" she exclaimed. "Is that all you?"

"Sorry about that," Frank said, a bit embarrassed, "but what did you expect? You've been grinding on me for the last 5 minutes." He was feeling a little defensive and self-conscious.

No Frank," she said with a snort of disgust, "don't be ridiculous. I'd be insulted if you didn't have a hard-on, that's not what I meant. What I meant was, well, you're huge!"

"Thanks for the ego boost," said Frank still a bit uncomfortable, 'but I wouldn't go that far. I mean, I've never had any complaints, but come on. You must have seen hundreds of hard-ons like mine." Even as he said it he realized it was the wrong thing to say.

Tara stood up and slowly turned around to face him. "What's that supposed to mean Frank?"

Frank just hung his head. "Look Tara, I didn't mean that. I just mean that in your profession..." He cut himself off and held up a hand and shook his head.

"Keep digging Frank," she said smiling again, "the hole's not quite deep enough yet."

"Oh fuck it!" said Frank in resignation. "I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted," Tara said sweetly. "So, can I touch it?"

"What?" exclaimed Frank in surprise. He was shocked and for some reason a little afraid. He sat up a bit straighter, and so did his cock.

Throwing a quick glance at the door, Tara dropped to her knees between his legs. Her hands on his knees, she slowly slid her hands up his thighs, licking her glossy red lips. She looked at the bulge in Frank's khakis. She could see the distinct outline of his distended cock, obviously having escaped his jockey shorts, stretching down his thigh. She could tell it would stand nearly ten inches when released. She slid her hand up his thigh. His cock jumped when her hand first made contact. With a sigh she slid her hand up the shaft, cupping it's considerable girth, then bringing her hand back down its length before running her thumb over the outline of the head. She looked up at him with a hungry look on his face.

Frank couldn't tell if she was just playing with him or if the lust on her face was real. Was it a typical stripper trick? Probably not; she knew Ron was the money man, not him. "Look," he said, "I'm not sure this is a good idea. Not with Brutus the Bouncer outside the door."

She chuckled. "You're probably right," she said with a sigh. "Back to the dance."

With that announcement, she stood and planted her ass back in his lap. Leaning forward she ground into him with a new vigor, her pace increased, as well as her pressure. Sensuality was replaced by lust, and Frank was not about to complain. She leaned back against him, her ass gyrating, squeezing her breast with one hand, the other sliding down her body and over her barely clad pussy. Next she sat up and leaned over, bending nearly in half, facing away from him. Her hands slid up the inside of her spread thighs. Frank could see the dark pink rose of her asshole peeking out behind the thin green strand of her g-string, and noticed a growing wetness at the base of the triangle covering her pussy.

She turned around and again straddled him, this time positioning herself a bit further down his thighs. As she moved her crotch dragged up and down his thighs, continually bumping the head of his hard on into her pubic bone. She shifted positions until his cock was grinding directly on her clit. With a sigh, she reached up to squeeze her breasts once more. She then took his hands from their resting place at his sides and drew them up, placing them on her thighs. She shivered at his touch, and stopped him when he tried to pull away. 

"Just leave them there and he won't say anything," she assured him. "He never checks up on me anyway. I'm a good girl, so I never cross any lines." There was a devilish twinkle in here eyes.

She reached back to her breast and began to roughly pinch her nipples. She was humping his leg so hard Frank swore he could feel the nub of her clit grinding on his cock through the khakis. He lightly moved his hands and felt goose bumps rise on her thighs. At the same time, she opened her mouth and a soft moan escaped. Frank suddenly realized the he truly was in control now. There it was the risk again. Not a big one, but a risk none the less. How far could he push the envelope? He decided to try. 

Lightly, softly and slowly, he slid his hands up her thighs and around to lightly caress her ass. A trail of goose bumps followed his touch, and as he reached her ass, he felt her thighs quiver. Another moan louder escaped her lips. He moved a hand up, placing two fingers on her lips to quiet her. She promptly engulfed the fingers into her luscious mouth. Her pace quickened as she ground her crotch into his thigh, the head of his cock bouncing off her clit. Her tongue swirled around his fingers as she sucked on them with abandon. Frank was sure that he was going to explode at any second when her back arched and she stopped her grinding. Her mouth clamped on his fingers and he could feel rather than hear the contained scream as she held it back. Her legs grasped at his thigh spasmodically as she ferociously twisted her nipples. Her whole body shuddered as the orgasm passed through her, and Frank was in total shock as she collapsed against his chest.

"Holy shit," was all Frank could say.

"Wow," whispered Tara breathlessly, "that was incredible."

She leaned back and pushed her wet, sweat drenched hair back from her face. She looked down at him shyly, and now it was her turn to be embarrassed. "Sorry Frank, I got a little carried away. I don't usually get turned on at all during a lap dance, let alone, well, you know."

"Its ok babe," said Frank. "Man, if I'd known this was what I got for a lap dance, I'd have been back here more often."

"I'm serious Frank," she said defensively. "I've never, I mean never, been truly turned on during a lap dance. You have to stay distanced. It's a job, it gets repetitive and there's really nothing arousing about it. Oh sure there are those girls who start to get obsessed with the idea of making themselves, or the customers, cum each time, but that kind of behavior is inherently dangerous both psychologically and for other very real reasons. Pretty soon those girls are taking guys home, seeing them outside of work and more often than not getting themselves into a lot of trouble that could easily have been avoided if they had just kept a professional distance while performing for their customers." She was rambling now, upset at having broken her cardinal rule. Keep the wall between you and the customer and remember that a lap dance is not sex. Oh sure she'd had guys cum before while she was dancing, but she had never experienced and orgasm.

"Um, excuse me doctor," said Frank laughing, "but I think you are rambling."

"Well," she said, "look this isn't easy you know? I try very hard to keep my distance and..."

"Whoa, whoa whoa," said Frank. "You just had one of the most amazing orgasms I have ever seen a woman have, making $200 bucks in the process I might add, and you're upset? Come on hun, you didn't break any laws, you didn't even break the rules of the club, your virtue is still intact, so what's the problem? No one's even gonna know but us two, and I'm certainly not going to think less of you because of this?"

"You're not?" she asked shyly. Frank could see she actually had tears welling up in her eyes. This kid was really shook up.

"Huh? Hell no, why would I?" Frank reached out and gently ran a hand down her cheek. "Look babe, I stopped judging people a long time ago when I realized what a bad judge of character I was. But, if I had to judge I'd say you were a very smart young woman who is doing a job which can be very demeaning, and doing a damned good job of avoiding all the pitfalls that come along with it. I firmly believe that when you get your degree you will stop working here because I can see that this isn't your cup of tea."

"How could you tell?" she asked, curious now.

"Because you went straight for the guy you knew was harmless. You could have cleaned Ronnie out in about 3 minutes, but you didn't. You strung him along all evening and milked him a dollar at a time. You stayed with him all night because he treated you nice and showed you respect. I daresay he made you feel safe and special."

"OK," Tara said sarcastically, "now who's playing doctor?"

"Not a doctor," said Frank, "just a conesuier of strip clubs."

"Well," Tara said slowly, "you know, you're right. I really did feel safe with Ron. There are a lot of regulars who come in that are like that. They never get handsy, never push any lines, and they do treat me with respect. A lot of guys get real nasty and have such filthy mouths. I guess I just don't have a thick enough skin to be a pro. I hope I never do.

"And now that you mention it, they are all older guys. Maybe I have a father thing going on, I don't know."

"Or maybe," said Frank with a laugh, "you're over analyzing the hell out of this."

They both laughed. "So listen," said Frank carefully, "I gotta be honest, this was the first time I felt in control of anything in a very long time and it was incredible. It really was very, for lack of a better term, therapeutic. I mean, for you to react that way certainly didn't hurt me ego any. So I gotta know, what exactly was different with me? I mean, what was it about tonight that made you step over your line?"

"Well Frank," she said shyly, "I wish I could tell you that I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, but that wouldn't be true."

"Nor would I believe you," he said with a smile. "Come on, tell me the truth. Like I said, I'm certainly not going to think any less of the woman who raised my self esteem from the dead with one lap dance."

She smiled now and relaxed. His comment about her resurrecting his self-esteem seemed to fill her with pride and she puffed out her chest a bit, and action which he surely didn't mind as she was still topless. 

"OK this is gonna sound silly but when I saw the size of the bulge in your pants, I was shocked. I mean seriously, you're packing a monster Frank. I get a lot of cocks jammed in my ass each night, but nothing like that. I mean...shoot that didn't come out right at all!"

"Never mind," he said chuckling and holding up his hand to stall another stammered explanation, "I know what you meant. I guess I just never thought it was all that big. Of course I've never whipped it out with the other boys in the locker room to compare or nothing."

"Well take it from an expert," she said giggling, "you are very well off. So a million things ran through my head in about 3 seconds. First, most guys who are reluctant to get a lap dance usually have a smaller penis, and are self conscious about it, so I certainly wasn't expecting this thing. Second, I thought why would any woman be out screwing around on an obviously nice guy who's packing so much heat. I mean, if she traded you in for larger size because you weren't big enough, she was probably so worn out that she wasn't worth fucking anyway. So then I thought, well maybe she went elsewhere because you were so large that it hurt her. Then I got this image of her from the back, straddling your lap with that huge cock slammed up her pussy. But then I realized I didn't know what she looked like, and when the woman straddling you turned her head, it was me. That's when it all kind went to hell and I lost control."

Any of the firmness of Frank's hard-on that had left him since the end of the dance returned with lightning quickness. "Geez," he stammered, "I'm not really sure what to say now. I can honestly say I've never had a college co-ed fantasizing about me before."

"What did you call me?" asked Tara in a strange voice.

"Um, what do you mean?" Frnak was confused by her question.

"You called me a college co-ed."

"That's a bad thing?" Frank was genuinely confused now.

"No not at all," she said, "I was just wondering why you saw me as a co-ed and not a stripper?"

Frank looked around and chuckled. "Well to be honest I had kinda forgotten where I was."

Tara laughed. "OK that's a first!" Then she looked down into his lap again. "Oh no! Frank I'm sorry."

He looked down and noticed that his entire thigh was soaked with Tara's juices. The wet fabric of his khakis outlined his rigid cock in obscene detail. "Ah that's ok. I'll just adjust to the other side. Everyone out there will think I either pissed myself or spilled a drink in my lap, if they aren't too drunk to even notice."

"Gee sorry Frank, guess you had been holding that load in for a while, eh?

Frank had to laugh. "Um sorry dear, but this is all you."

"Huh?" gasped Tara in amazement.

"Yep, you ground yourself into oblivion and left me with nothing to remember you by but a damp thigh and a rock hard cock."

"You mean," she said timidly, "you didn't, well..."

"You mean you couldn't tell?" said Frank teasingly. "Oh I see. Women, you're all alike. It's all about you. As long as you get off, you just assume that we'll follow suit like puppy dogs. Well I got news for you missy, some men, especially us 'older men' need a little romance. We like to be held."

Tara lost it, busting out laughing so hard she fell off the couch.

"What did I say?" asked Frank, trying to stay serious, but his smile was winning out.

"I'm sorry dear," she said. Then sidled up to him and her hand drifted once more to his lap. She stroked the wet outline of his cock, raking her fingernails down the length. The sharp sensation sent sparks through his loins. "You know Frank," she said in a husky voice, "since I seem to be breaking so many of my rules tonight. How about if I break one more. I have a washing machine at my apartment. How about if you come home with me and I take care of this for you before it stains."

"You know fifteen minutes ago I would have run screaming for the hills," Frank said smiling back at her. "Now, I'm not sure I could refuse even if I wanted to. Tell me though, are you sure? I don't want to get half way through and have you start getting second thoughts. Or even worse, hate yourself in the morning."

"Frank, a stripper taking home a customer is bad news, " Tara said flatly. "However, since I've decided to go out there and quit, that's a moot point"

"What?" exclaimed Frank. "You can't do that. How will you pay for school?"

"Oh I'm sure I can find something else. Besides, I honestly don't think I could give another lap dance after what just happened. I'd be too afraid I'd start thinking of you and start cumming all over some poor sap who'd get the wrong idea."

"But.."

"No buts, Frank," she said sternly. "I have to do this whether you come home with me or not. So, will you at least help me celebrate my freedom?"

Frank looked down at her. She was gorgeous. Her large beasts covered with goosebumps, her taunt nipples revealing her excitement, her skin was alight with the afterglow of her orgasm. He nodded his head and she smiled. "Thank God!" she said. "I wasn't sure I could handle a rejection." She turned around and bent over to pick up her heels. As she did, Frank could see that her g-string was so soaked with her juices that it had become transparent. He could clearly make out her engorged lips, still infused from her orgasm. She stood up slowly and threw a glance over her shoulder at him and he knew it had been a calculated move to seal the deal.

She extended her hand and they left the room. She took him back to the table where Ron was now feeding ones into the breasts of a lithe looking asian girl. As they approached the slowed and looked down at his pants and threw a look at Tara.

"Oh go ahead and tell him," she said resignedly, "at least I know he'll get a kick out of the story." With that she kissed him on the cheek and went to give her 2 minute notice.

He sidled up to Ron's table and couldn't help but keep the grin off his face. Ron looked down and noticed the large wet spot on his thigh and raised an eyebrow.

"I'll tell you later," Frank said.

"Hmm," said Ron. He looked up at the asian girl dancing in his face. "Hey honey, why don't you take this, run and get Frankie boy here a drink, and keep the change." He handed her a $20 and she went off giving him a peck on the cheek. 

He sat back and said, "So Frankie, how was the lap dance. Did we soil ourselves? I mean, I knew she'd be good, but..."

"Wait," said Frank, "you mean you've never had a dance with her?"

"Me?" said Ron, "Nope, never even tried. She never offered so I figured she didn't want to take me back there. She doesn't give many from what I've seen. She really doesn't belong here."

"Yeah," said Frank, "that's true."

"Your mouth says no, but your pants say yes."

"Come to think of it, why'd you send me back there with her then?" asked Frank.

Ron grinned. "Living vicariously, I guess. You'll notice she didn't seem to mind. Neither did you."

"Ok, ok so it wasn't bad." The asian dancer came back with Frank's drink. He thanked her and then Ron sent her on her way.

"So give me some details," said Ron kicking his feet up on the table and sipping on his drink.

"Well," said Frank, "how about we start with the fact that the big wet spot on my thigh is hers, not mine."

Ron sat bolt upright and sprayed his drink all over Frank. Frank sat, run and coke dripping from his face. "Oh shit dude, sorry." 

Frank took the napkin Ron offered and mopped his face. "Well at least now my shirt matches my pants." 

"Sorry dude, but, I mean really?" Ron was nearly salivating in anticipation of Frank's story. So Frank told him the whole tale. As he retold the story, he recalled the luscious feeling of her skin as her breast brushed his face. He recalled in great detail feeling the hard little nub of her clit through the fabric of his pants. He described the look of ecstasy on her face as she came, sucking on his fingers. As he told the story he could feel his cock stiffening again. He couldn't help but wonder wait the rest of the night might hold in store. He had just finished his story when he felt two hands slide over his shoulders and down his chest. He tilted his head back and saw Tara standing behind him. 




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 01



"Damn," she said, "that was hot! Hearing you tell that story was almost a hot as being there. Did I really look like that?"

"Absolutely," said Frank.

She looked up. "I think Ronnie needs another drink. Or maybe a moist towelette?"

"Damn," said Ronnie, "you should sell that story to Penthouse!"

All three laughed. Tara moved to sit on Frank's lap when he stopped her, motioning to his still soaked thigh. "Oh yeah," Tara giggled, "forgot about that. Sorry it took so long, I had to shower and change and quit."

"Yeah Frank said you were giving it up," said Ron. "I'm bummed out. I'll miss you."

"Ah, I'll miss you too," said Tara sincerely.

"I don't suppose you make house calls?" asked Ron smiling.

"Ok," said Frank, " that's our cue. We're out of here. Let me call a cab quick."

"Nah," said Ron, "no worries, let me run you home."

"Uh thanks Ron," said Tara, "but the last thing you should be doing is driving."

"You're right!" said Ron. "That's why Vicki always rents me a limo for my night out. Come on, let's go" He swayed as he stood, and Frank had to catch him. 

"Whoa," said Ron, "guess I had a little more than I thought."

Frank laughed and through an arm around Ron's shoulders and helped him out the door. With Tara's help he got Ronnie into the limo and made sure he was buckled in. Frank told the limo driver to take them to Ron's house, and gave him the address.

"I thought you two just met," said Tara, "how do you know his address?"

"Because I'm living in his house," said Ron drunkenly.

"Huh?" exclaimed Tara, looking at Frank.

"It's a long story," Frank sighed, "but the short version is that the bitch got it from me in our divorce, and Ron got it from her in their divorce."

"Hey," said Ron, "better me than her, right?"

"True enough," said Frank, a bit sullenly.

"My God," said Tara, "it is a small world."

Frank chuckled and settled himself in the back seat next to her. She wrapped her arms around his left arm and put her head on his shoulder. He could smell the now familiar scent of strawberries waft up into his nostrils from her freshly washed hair. He reached over and lifted her chin, and kissed her softly. She met his mouth, her lips parting and her tongue meeting his in a gentle caress. It was a passionate, hungry kiss, but at the same time teasing and slow. It wasn't the kiss of someone driven crazy with lust, but one of controlled and barely contained passion.

She pulled away slowly, breathlessly, and looked shyly over at Ron. "What," asked Frank, "embarrassed by a public kiss?"

"A little I guess." Tara laid her head on his shoulder. "God, the stripper is too shy to kiss a guy in front of one other person?"

"You're not a stripper anymore," Frank reminded her.

"Well even the co-ed in me isn't exactly prudish," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I guess I'm just still a little freaked."

"Well, you don't have to worry about him," said Frank pointing over to Ron. He was passed out, slumped against the seat belt of his chair, a smile on his face.

Tara laughed, "I'd say he had a pretty good time."

"He's not the only one," said Frank.

"It gets better," said Tara in that husky voice, "I promise." 

She leaned over and kissed him again. They spent the next twenty minutes this way, their tongues sparring, their lips caressing necks and faces, ears and throats. Frank let his hand slid up the outside of her silken thigh to rest at the bottom of her short skirt. There, his fingers played teasingly with the hem of her dress, inching is upwards a centimeter at a time. Whether or not Tara noticed that Ron was snoring a little too loudly, he wasn't sure. He had noticed, but really didn't care. When the limo pulled up to Ron's house, they broke their embrace reluctantly. "Hurry back," she said.

He winked and helped Ron, now awake, out of the car. Ron told the driver to take them anywhere they wanted to go and gave him a fifty. The driver pocketed the bill, and grabbed Ron's other arm to help Frank.

"That's ok," said Frank, "I got him."

"No problem sir," said the driver, "usually I'm doing this alone."

"Ah," said Frank, "so this is a common occurrence?"

"Once a month, like clockwork. Something about an alimony check coming in."

"Yeah I know the story," said Frank. "So you're his regular driver for these monthly binges?"

"Among other times, but he never gets like this except during these little outings. But he's always a heck of a tipper, so I don't mind. He takes care of me, I take care of him. Nice guy."

They helped Ron get the door open and got him inside the door. "Thanks guys," he said, "but I really can take it from here. Frank, here's my card. Call me tomorrow. I have to know how things went!"

Frank laughed and took the card. "You expect me to kiss and tell?"

"Absolutely!" said Ron. "No go forth win one for the gipper!"

With that Frank and the limo driver returned. 

The driver opened the door for Frank and Asked where they wanted to go. Tara gave him the address and away they went.

The minute the car pulled away, they were locked in a passionate embrace. Franks mouth fell to her throat, nipping gently with his teeth, careful to leave no marks on her fair skin. His tongue traced up the side of her neck and then over the outline of her ear and she melted against him with a sigh.

He caressed her face as their lips met again in a hungry passionate kiss. Slowly he slid his hand down to caress her full breast. Her nipples were rock hard and clearly defined through the thin red fabric of her tank dress and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. He cupped her breast, caressing the erect nipple with his palm. She sighed deeply into his mouth pulling away from him ever so slightly as she pushed her chest to his hand to increase the pressure. He gently but firmly massaged her breast, controlling his urgency and his desire to take her a like a wild animal. It was soft and supple, all natural, as he had suspected. 

Frank dropped his mouth to her throat once more, and increased his pressure, this time teasing the nipple with his thumb as he gently but firmly massaged the rest. As his kisses trailed down to her shoulder he slowly reached up and hooked a finger in the shoulder strap of the tank dress. Gently he pulled it down and Tara obligingly slid her arm up and out of the strap. Reaching back to her chest he reach in and freed the breast from its cotton prison. Frank continued his kisses, moving from her shoulder down her chest to kiss and lick the circumference of her breast. Her breathing was becoming ragged in anticipation, and as he kissed her chest, he could feel her heart pounding. How long had it been since he'd had this effect on a woman? He dropped his mouth to engulf the dark pink nipple, sucking it fully into his mouth as he squeezed the surrounding breast. She gasped, and he kept up the suction, flicking the erect nub with his tongue.

"Oh man," Tara said, "that is incredible! I didn't realize I was that sensitive. Suck harder Frank."

Frank did as she asked, and was gratified to hear her moan his name. He then reached over and remove the other strap, and began giving her right breast the same treatment as the left. He was in heaven. The whole time of the dance as she had brushed her breast back and forth across his face, it had been all he could do to keep his tongue in his mouth. Now he had free reign to do as he please. While his left hand was assisting his tongue in occupying Tara's tits, his right hand was on another mission.

He gently drug his finger tips from her knee up her thigh, sending shivers up her spine. Another moan escaped her lips and she looked into his eyes with a hungry, heated look. He chuckled at the look, and said, "Relax love, there's no need to rush it is there?"

"I've been dating college boys, remember? On a normal date I'd already be on the way home for a meeting with my vibrator."

"Well my dear," he said stroking her thigh, "It's been ages since I heard a woman moan my name, so you'll have to excuse me if I want to savor the moment."

"What ever you say Frank," she said breathlessly.

He went back to lavishly tonguing her breasts and slowly slid his hand further up her thigh. Like an stealthy intruder his hand slid up the back of her dress and his palm glided over her soft round ass. He let his fingers slide up the crack of her ass to the top of her cleft, expecting to meet resistance from a small triangle of fabric where her thong met its waistband. He encountered nothing. He moved his hand further up her dress to the small of her back and then across her waist, searching for what he knew was not there.

Tara Smiled down at him. "Sorry, but I was in a hurry to get out of the bar. I guess I forgot something." She flashed him a coy, girlish smile. "I have a couple g-strings in my bag. I could put one on if you want."

He silenced her teasing by latching his mouth to her tit again, flicking the nipple furiously with his tongue. His hand slid back down her ass. She raised on knee, sliding it up his thigh and stretching her leg over him. He continued to caress the soft roundness of her ass, sliding his hand over its curve and onto the back of her thigh. He let his hand wander between her legs, and encountered the velvety wetness of her slit. 

She dripping again, her mound shaved smooth and coated in her juices. Her sex was so slippery he would have sworn that an oil tanker had run around, spilling its slippery contents onto her quim. He lightly traced the outline of her lips, once again starting to swell with her excitement. He let his finger slide between them, breaking the surface of the pool of her juices, and drug it upward until he came into contact with her rigid clit. He stroked her clit softly, and stopped sucking on her nipples, instead simply feathering his tongue over them with the same pressure his finger was applying to her clit. Tara was barely breathing now, he head tilted slightly back, her tongue pressed softly against her upper lip and her eyes closed, lost in that place where you didn't care if you ever came, because you didn't want the feeling to stop.

His fingers were now drenched in her juices and in one motion he stopped stroking her clit and slid two fingers deep into her. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent gasp that dissolved into a smile. With agonizing slowness he withdrew his fingers then plunged them back in. Gently he fucked her with his fingers, exploring her depths and the softness of the walls of her inner sanctum. Her pussy contracted around his fingers and she moaned his name again. Finally, he could wait no longer. 

He withdrew his fingers and knelt down between her legs. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and cupping her ass, lifted her to the edge of the leather seat. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, tracing kisses and licks down her calf and inner thigh, then repeated the process on the other leg. He then dropped his head to her pussy and began tracing the lips once more, this time with her tongue. He tasted her juices, a pleasantly tangy taste that could only come from a fresh clean pussy. He breathed in her scent, a wonderfully feminine musk mingled with the scent of strawberries. The aroma was more appetizing than anything he had ever smelled and it was all he could do not to plunge in and devourer her. His tongue parted her lips and he licked his was up to her clit. It stood proud and shiny, beckoning his touch. He licked around it with an intense pressure then backed off, lighting teasing it with his tongue. He continued this process for another minute and finally Tara was begging him to stop teasing her.

"Please," she moaned breathlessly, "please make me come. Please, I can't take any more of this or I'll start screaming." She curled her fingers in his hair and forced him to look into her eyes. They were filled a hungry lust, smoldering and pleading with him to give her release. How could he say no? He had tortured her enough. 

He plunged his face back into her pussy, his hands cupping her voluptuous ass and pulling her to him. He sucked her engorged lips into his mouth, sucking hard and lapping the juices from them. He ground his tongue into her clit, flicking it hard and biting softly at the tender hood. He liked her in long lapping strokes the entire length of her slit, clean the slick juices from her silky smooth mound. He tongued the opening of her vagina, then down to her taint making her squirm. Finally he dropped lower and began to lap up the juices which had run down the crack of her ass. His tongue slithered around her asshole, causing her to cry out. 

He looked up to see her once more squeezing her tits and twisting her nipples. It was time. He licked her in one slow, agonizing stroke from asshole to clit and she clenched his head with her thighs. He covered her clit with his mouth and sucked hard, all the while flicking it furiously with his tongue, just as he had with her nipples. He looked up at her as she writhed in pleasure, moaning his name. Finally, when he thought his tongue would cramp from over-exertion, she arched her back and let out a small cry. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as her body shook with the orgasm.

Frank stopped his ferocious attack on her clit. As her body sank back into the seat, he relaxed his grip on her ass. Slowly with gentle licks he brought her down, much like a runner taking a cooling lap after a hard race. He caressed her thighs, and gave her one last light kiss on the pussy lips. He looked up to see her lightly caressing her breasts, her smiling face aglow.

"Gawd, Frank," she said breathlessly, "how the hell am I supposed to go back to dating college boys after that?"

"College girls perhaps?" quipped Frank.

"It's a thought," she said naughtily and waggled a finger at him. "Come here."

He rose and she pulled him into a deeply passionate kiss. This surprised him because he was used to Vicki making him go wash up after he went down on her. Tara didn't seem to care, she just had to kiss him. She broke away and smiled.

"Ok, I owe you and I think it's time I pay up." She pushed him into the seat and swung forward to kneel in front of him. She licked her lips and reached for his zipper. "Besides, I can't wait to see this monster in the flesh. I was fantasizing about it the whole time you were eating me."

"Come on," laughed Frank, "It's not that big."

"Big enough!" exclaimed Tara. "I haven't even see it, but I can tell it's bigger than anything I've ever had."

Frank was still trying to come to grips with her amazement at the size of his cock. He'd always known it was nothing to be ashamed of, but he hadn't ever thought of himself as having some king sized porn cock. He watched as Tara slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis, and lifted his ass so she could slid them to his ankles. She rubbed both hands over the bulge in the front of his jockeys, bringing his cock to life. She continued stroking his cock with one hand, the other reaching under and caressing his balls until his shorts were fit to burst. Finally she reached for the waistband and pulled them down. His cock sprang out like a jack in the box. 

Tara stared at him, as if astonished. He looked into her eyes. "Well?" he asked sardonically.

"I suppose I should use some manly term like awesome or huge, or maybe just say, it's so big, but that doesn't seem right. I guess all I can say is that you're everything I imagined you would be, and I can't wait to give you as much pleasure as you just gave me."

With that she reached out and encircled his cock in her hand. Gently she stroked it up and down, caressing it lightly. Then she leaned in and starting at the base of the shaft, licked the entire length of his cock like it was a giant ice cream cone. Having been held behind it's khaki prison and teased for so long, his cock reacted to the sudden skin to skin sensation. Sparks shot through Frank's spine, and all he could do was sigh. She looked up into his eyes and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. He watched as his cock split her glossy red lips and she engulfed the head. She sucked hard on the head, her tongue swirling around and over it, her right hand gently pumping up and down it's length. 

She took at least six inches of his cock and slowly moved back up, her bright red lips leaving a slick ring on the shaft where she had stopped. She slowly pumped her mouth up and down, Looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. After a few more luscious licks on the head she sighed, still stroking the shaft, now slick with her saliva.

"Wow," she said, "I'm gonna try something new, so just relax and let me do all the work." She licked her lips and smiling, dropped her mouth back to his lap

She slowly took more and more of him into her mouth. He could see her concentrating, trying to get all of him into her mouth. She took about six inches into her mouth and he could feel himself hitting the back of her throat. He could see her struggling and was about to tell her to stop when he felt her swallow hard. He sunk another inch deeper down her throat and she swallowed again. Her throat muscles milked the head of his cock as she swallowed. He's never felt anything like it, and it was intense.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, "Tara, that is incredible, I've never felt anything like it." She started to start giggling, which lead to her choking around his cock. She with drew quickly, laughing and coughing. "Sorry hun," he said, "I didn't mean to break your concentration."

"No problem," she said, "glad you liked it. Let me try again." She went back to sucking his cock, taking his length into her mouth. She then slowed and rose up a bit, then sunk straight down taking him deep into her throat. She worked her head back and for grinding the head of his cock into the back of her throat. She worked it deeper, swallowing until she had over eight inches of his 10 into her throat. When she could take no more, she withdrew, this time more controlled, and started licking up and down his length. She continued to stroke his shaft, her hand now well lubricated. As he hand slid up and down his cock she dropped her head lower and started to tongue his balls. She sucked each one into her mouth, swirling them with her tongue. 

Frank leaned his head back, in total ecstasy. Tara could see she had him right where she wanted him, and decided it was time to give him a long over due release. She licked back to the top of his cock and holding her lips tight, plunged the head into her mouth forcing him to penetrate forcefully into her mouth. She now quickened her pace, a woman on a mission, fucking him with her mouth a ferocious pace. Frank looked down to see her looking up at him, that same hungry look in her eyes. She had hand stroking the bottom of his shaft, the other squeezing his balls, the bright red lips flying up and down the top half of his cock. Frank could feel the orgasm starting deep in balls, the cum starting to boil up as she stimulated every inch of his dick. The sensations started to slowly creep up his cock and he swore he could feel his cock swelling. Tara must have sensed his impending explosion, because the hungry look grew, and she quickened to a near maddening pace. Suddenly they felt the limo come to a halt and the engine turned off.

"No," Tara whined with his cock in her mouth.

"Well fuck!" exclaimed Frank. He sat up pulling his cock from her mouth. "Come on hun, we don't want to get caught like this. 

"Sorry Frank," she said pouting, "I tried."

"Not complaining," said Frank, "just frantically trying to get my pants up!"

Tara laughed and moved to retrieve her bag. Frank got his pants up just as the car door opened. The got out, Frank tipped the driver, and headed for the door. They burst through the main entrance and Tara took Frank by the hand and ran up the 3 flights of stairs to her apartment. She fumbled in her purse her keys with urgency, pulled them out, and promptly dropped. As she quickly bent to pick them up, Frank grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him.




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 01



She gasped as she stood, her ass grinding back against his swollen cock. She dropped her bag and put her hands on the door to brace herself. "Oh gawd, Frank."

"Better hurry with that door, babe."

Tara frantically worked the lock and pushed the door open. She pulled Frank in and slammed the door. Pushing him up against the door, her mouth found his in a frantic kiss. She dropped heavily to her knees, moaning with desire and started to tear at Frank's pants. Frank was shocked at her aggressiveness, and struggled to help as she unbuttoned his trousers and yanked them to the floor. His cock had barely clear his underwear when she was on him again. She slammed his cock deep into her throat, tilting her head back and taking nearly his entire length down her throat. Her throat muscles milked the head and her hand squeezed his balls. After a few seconds she backed off and started sucking as hard as she could, swirling her tongue around his head. Her hands were busy on his balls and the base of his cock. Finally the pressure was too much and he could feel his cock swelling again. She pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop. 

"Oh shit Tara," Frank said, "if you stop now I'm gonna kill myself."

Tara licked her lips and looked up at him, one hand milking his balls, the other flying up and down his shaft. "I want to see it. I want to watch your cock explode."

It was more than Frank could take. He banged his head back against the door as the orgasm hit him. He'd been building up to this all night, but had been denied this release. Like backpressure built up in a pipe, his semen burst from his distended prick.

The first massive spurt shot out and splashed across Tara's neck. She arched instinctively toward him as the second spurt flew toward her, landing heavily in her cleavage. She was entranced by the force and the amount of cum that burst forth, and the feeling of his hot cum running down her chest made her feel surprisingly sexy, but she had taste him as he had tasted her. She moved her mouth to his cock as the next spurt flew from his cock it hit her in the lips, splashing across her face to run down her chin and drip onto her chest. She felt like a hot sexy slut as she caught two more thick spurts in her waiting mouth. She savored the taste, not strong like some of the guys she had been with. There was almost a sweetness to it, much like the rest of him. She milked the remnants from his still hard cock and sucked the head into her mouth. 

Frank grabbed at the door knob to hold himself up as his knees threatened to buckle. He looked down as Tara looked up at him. He saw the cum dripping from her chin and covering her throat. She looked into his eyes and licked the cum from her lips. The sight blew him away, and his cock gave another spasm and fire one last parting shot of cum. It dribbled weakly across her hand as she continued to stroke him. She licked his cock clean and wiped the cum from her chin, sucking her fingers clean. It was one of the most erotic things Frank had ever seen.

He reached out a hand and helped Tara to her feet. He looked down at her chest, seeing the large white cum splotches on her bright red dress. "Oh baby," Frank said frowning, "Sorry about your dress."

Tara giggled. "No problem, I'll just throw it in the washer right now and it won't stain. I have to do your pants anyway. Take em off and I'll throw em in."

Frank reached down and pulled off the khakis, retrieving his jockey shorts in the process. She took them from him and blew him a kiss. As she turned to leave, a thought struck him. He pulled her back to him, cupped her chin and kissed her. She looked surprised at first, then her mouth opened and she surrendered to his kiss. It was a gently passionate as their first kiss in the limo, and she broke the kiss with a sigh and a smile. Frank smile to himself and new his action had achieved the desired effect. She had said the she only dated college boys, and he'd figured no frat rat would kiss her after she had swallowed a load of his cum. She had obviously found the experience as erotic as he had when she had kissed him after he had gone down on her. 

Tara trundled off to throw their cloths in the washer. She stopped as she reached the archway to the hall, and throwing him a sly look over her shoulder, reached down and pulled the dress over her head. She then bent at the waist to pick up the pants she had dropped on the floor, giving him a great shot of her gorgeous, naked ass. With a giggle she disappeared around the corner.

Frank sat down on the sofa. He took in a deep breath and let it whistle out through his teeth. This was the first moment he'd had to slow down and reflect on the night's activities since it had all began. He had undergone a massive change of heart and found a self confidence he hadn't had since his divorce. All of that left his mind in a fleeting moment. The here and now was that he was sitting naked waiting for a gorgeous girl a decade younger than him to come sidling in naked and plunge him back into a torrential sexscapade the likes of which he had only read about in Playboy as a teenager. He realized that it was just too much to comprehend at the moment, he wasn't going to try. Just sit back relax and enjoy the ride. Make sense of it all tomorrow.

The room suddenly flared with a soft orange light and flames erupted in the fireplace, causing Frank to jump. He looked over to see Tara, her hand still on the switch to the gas fireplace, giggling at him.

"Sorry," she said. She began a slow walk across the room to where Frank sat on the couch. Carefully she placed each foot in front of the other, her hips swaying gently, her eyes smoldering with desire. Her naked body glowed in the fire light, and the fire in her eyes was not a reflection of the flames in the fireplace, but the burning desire of her inner passion. She moved, not like a stripper, but like a graceful 50's pin up queen. She exuded sensuality and Frank's arousal returned anew, fueled by the passion which burned in her eyes.

When she reached the couch, she did not stop, but continued her walk with her knees, straddling his lap. Frank's once again erect cock was sandwiched between their bellies and he could feel the slick wetness of her shaved mound gliding across his balls. She bent and kissed him passionately. His hands slid up to caress her breasts and he broke the kiss and began to gently kiss and lick her sensual throat. Tara moaned softly and threw her head back, pressing her throat eagerly into his lips.

"I want you Frank," she moaned breathlessly. "I need to feel you inside of me."

He trailed kisses down between her gorgeous breasts. She twined her fingers in his hair and pressed her pelvis tighter against his cock. Frank could feel a a cool breeze from the ceiling fan as the air played across his balls, now wet from her slick cunt juices. His hands slid down to cup her round ass as his mouth captured one of her gorgeous caramel colored nipples. Her back arched and she gasped.

"Oh please Frank," Tare pleaded, "make love to me."

Frank smiled as his perceptions went off, alerted to the change in her demeanor. Now he was in control, a control she had willingly surrendered to him. He was again aware of the difference in their ages, but now his age was no longer a detriment. It was an advantage. He thought back to her statement in the car; "how am I supposed to go back to dating college boys after that?" In his frat days, he'd always been in a rush too. The quicker you could get it over with, the quicker you could get back to partying. Now he was going to savor her. Make love to me, she had said, not fuck me. An older man like himself heard the difference and understood. 

His mouth still glued firmly to her breast, he reached between them to grasp his cock. Slowly he let the head travel the length of her wet slit. She let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. Softly he worked the head between her oily lips, positioning it at the entrance to her pussy. Tara tried to thrust back, but he held firm to her ass, stopping her from impaling herself. She shot him a reproachful look.

"Easy baby," he said, and softly kissed her pouting lips, "slow..."

She nodded and closed her eyes. He released his hold on her hips and she slowly dropped her hips. She exhaled as his cock slide into her, stretching her pussy. Frank sighed as he felt himself engulfed in the hottest pussy he had ever experienced. He was surprised that even as wet as she was, he still had trouble entering her. He could see her grinding her teeth as she continued to push down slowly, trying to take more and more of his prick inside of her.

"You ok hun?" he asked, concerned by her grimace.

"Yeah," she said with a sigh and a smile. "But I don't care what you say, that thing is huge! I've never had anything that big inside of me. But don't worry, I can handle it." She flashed him a wicked smile and rose up a few inches before slowly sliding back down his shaft. "Definitely handle it," she said breathlessly.

"Just remember baby," said Frank, pausing to drag a tongue across her nipple, "slow..."

"Anything you say, Frank."

He smiled and went back to his oral administration or her tits. She began to slowly, rhythmically stroke her hips up and down, pumping his cock in and out of her tight velvet pussy. She paused every couple of strokes and ground her clit into his pubic bone, savoring the sensation of his cock distending the walls of her pussy. She tried to squeeze him with her inner muscles, but she was stretched so far that she couldn't. She continued to slowly ride his rigid cock in ecstasy. 

He could sense her pace starting to quicken and decided he had better take charge. Grasping her ass firmly he sat forward and stood. She gasped as his cock changed angles and stretched her already taunt pussy even further, and she clasped her arms around his neck to keep her balance. She whimpered when his cock slipped from her pussy. He gently turned and laid her down on the couch on her back. Their mouths locked in a passionate kiss and he positioned himself kneeling on the sofa. He looked down to see her pussy gaping wide, begging to be filled once more. He bent and placed a soft kiss upon her nether lips, his tongue playing up her slit and across her clit, eliciting a gasp. He then lifted Tara's legs over his shoulders and placed his cock at the entrance to her deliciously tight pussy.

"Deeper?" Frank asked.

"Oh God Frank," Tara moaned, "deeper please."

Slowly he pushed against her, relishing the sensation of entering her again. He buried himself as deeply as before and fucked her with a slow, rhythmic motion. She reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing hard and gritting her teeth. She pulled hard at her nipples as he stroked in and out of her with agonizing slowness. They made eye contact and the lust was burning in her eyes.

He gently pressed her knees back until they were touching her shoulders, causing her hips to roll forward. She eagerly grasped her legs behind her knees to hold them there, pulling back even further. Raising himself up a little for a better angle he pushed forward with firm but slow pressure. She gasp and cried out as his cock plunged deeper into the recesses of her pussy he had not yet reached, and didn't stop until he was balls deep in her pussy. He stayed there letting her adjust to his cock, the head of which was now lodged tightly against the back wall of her vagina. When she started moving her hips in slow circles, he took his clue.

He withdrew slowly the entire length of his prick, until only the head remained inside of her, then plunged back slowly into her. Tara let out a quavering moan as her pussy contracted only to be stretched once more. Her hips rolled back as he once more lodged the head of his cock against her cervix. He continued this treatment, all with agonizing slowness. When she could take no more, Tara snaked a hand down her belly and began to rub her erect, wet clit. Gently Frank took her hand away, licked her sweet juices from the finger, and placed the hand back on her knees.

"Don't rush it," he said playfully, "just let it build and explode."

"I can't wait any more, Frank," Tara said, almost on the verge of tears with frustration.

Frank smiled. So it seemed that college boys were not the only impatient ones. "Trust me," he said. "I wouldn't torture you like this if the pay off wasn't great in the end."

He placed his hands on the back of her knees, pressing them wider and exposing her pussy even more. He then leaned forward and kissed her. She attacked his mouth hungrily, pulling his hair, and sucking his tongue into her mouth. He slightly changed angles so that when he thrust back into her, his pubic bone crushed her erect and exposed clit. 

Tara let out a cry into his mouth and Frank felt her cunt spasm around his cock. He withdrew himself a few inches and ground back into her clit once more. Tara rotated her hips hungrily and reached back to grab the arm of the couch. A smile spread across her face and he continued to rotate his hips, his pelvis grinding on her clit even as the head of his cock ground against the back wall of her vagina. She reached up and grabbed her tits once more, twisting her nipples with such force that Frank was surprised they weren't torn from her body. 

Tara continued to moan at his slow gyrations until she suddenly let out a scream. It was as if the orgasm took her by surprise. She grabbed his forearms convulsively and her whole body started to shake. The orgasm which had been slowly building finally crested and crashed down on her like an avalanche. Frank stayed still, holding on and riding out her climax. When she stopped spasming, he gave her a moment ot catch her breath.

"You ok baby?" asked Frank with a grin. "I told you to trust me."

"Cum in me," was all she said.

"Huh?" said Frank, caught off guard by the response.

"I said cum in me, Frank." Tara opened her eyes and looked right into his. "No more slow, nor more gentle. That was fucking incredible, but I need to feel you come as hard as I just did. I need to feel that huge cock of yours explode in side me. Please Frank," she pleaded, "cum inside me."

Frank couldn't argue with that. He slowly pulled out the full length of his 10 inch cock and slide back down into her. He stroked in and out of her four or five times before his pace started to quicken. Unable to stop himself he was soon slamming in and out of her pussy. 

Tara winced in pain and pleasure each time his cock crashed into her cervix. She looked right in his eyes and licked her fingers and slowly trailed her saliva covered fingers down to the top of her bare pussy. Looking into his eyes she began to frantically rub her clit. Frank continued to crash into her glove-like dripping pussy, her juices squirting out to splash his balls with each thrust. When her back arched and he began to feel the spasms of her orgasm twitch in her pussy, he could hold back no longer. 

Frank crashed into the back wall of her cunt and let go with the first shot of cum. Tara's eyes went wide and she gasped as his hot seed burst into her. He pulled back and shot a second spurt of hot cream deep into her belly then thrust back into her as he let loose his third blast. He reveled in the sensation of his cum sliding around his cock, being forced back out of her pussy as his cock once more filled her. His cum spray out of her.

Tara sighed as his cum ran from her in a thick rivulet, tickling her asshole as it ran south the length of her crack. Frank collapsed into her arms and she caressed his hair. When they had caught their breath, Frank with drew his now flaccid cock from her with a sigh. He bent and kissed her gently.

"You look beat, Frank." She said, "I don't think you'll make it home tonight."

"You're probably right," he said. "Do you mind if I crash on your couch?"

"Probably not a good idea," she said teasingly. "I spilled something sticky on it, and I'm not sure it would be that comfortable. But I have a king size bed. You're welcome to share it."

"Sure," said Frank, after taking a moment as if to consider the idea, "but I like to sleep in the nude. Do you think you can handle that?"

Tara giggled. "I think we can manage."



Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 02



Frank breathed deep, taking in the smell of the ice. He loved it, so crisp and clean, freshly zambonied ice had a smell all its own. Frank hadn't been on the ice in nearly 15 years, until Ron had found out that he used to play goalie for St. Martin's. Like most people in Minnesota, Ron and Frank both played hockey as kids. Ron had never stopped playing, but Frank had quit after college, mainly due to his ex wife. The next thing Frank new, Ron was insisting that he start playing with his over 35 group. Frank had protested but had lost the battle. He even went so far as to insist that he use his alimony check to buy Frank new gear. The goalie pads he wore were certainly lighter than he remembered from college, but they were brand new and stiff. 

Now three weeks later, Frank was glad he had given in. He had his confidence back and was playing pretty well, though still rusty. He'd known Ron for 6 weeks, and already his life had changed. Ron, who had been married briefly to Frank's ex-wife, had dragged him kicking and screaming along right into the throes of a midlife crisis disguised as a celebration of freedom. They shared one thing in common, the same ex-wife. So whether the trips to the strip clubs, the late night parties and trips to the dance clubs, or just hitting the bars trying to pick up women, Ron had forced Frank back into the open and out of the depression that had held him captive for the last 3 years after his divorce. It was like a never ending party for Ron, and hockey was just Ron's latest attempt to bring Frank along.

Frank surveyed the ice and noticed six young men who he didn't recognize, all obviously too young to be with the over 35 group. Frank skated over to the bench where a trio of the regulars was talking. "What's up?" he asked.

"Oh they double booked the ice," said Ron disgustedly. "One of college teams was supposed to practice today. Angelo told them they could join us if they wanted."

It was obvious that not everyone was pleased with this idea, and for good reason Frank thought. This was a no check league with an average age of 45. These were young pups that were used to mixing it up in the rough and tumble world of Div. 3 hockey. There was a potential for things to go very wrong. One of the kids broke away and skated over to join the gathering at the bench.

"Look guys," he said, "it's your ice. You have this time every week, and we're not gonna try and muscle in. We'd love to join you, but if you're not cool with that, just let us know."

Ron looked at the guys gathered around. They all nodded. He looked at Frank who shrugged? "Ok son," said Ron as if he were some ancient geriatric hockey god from a by gone era, "but make sure your boys know that this isn't the bar league. We're a bunch of old men with surgically repaired knees and hip replacements on layaway."

"Yes sir," said the young man, grinning," we'll behave." He skated back to his mates. When the teams split up, 3 of them went to each bench, evening things up.

Ron skated over to Frank. "Well," Frank said, "this should be interesting."

"Hey don't bitch," said Ron. "At least the scenery has improved." Frank looked over to see the group of girls sitting together in the stands.

"Great, Puck Bunnies."

"Well Frank," said Ron with a chuckle, "looks like you got a cheering section of your own."

Frank looked over to where Ron pointed, and saw Tara sitting with a blonde girl he didn't recognize. She waved and blew him a kiss. He could feel himself turn.

"What's she doing here?" Frank asked accusatorially.

"Hey don't look at me," said Ron defensively. "I haven't talked to her. Speaking of which, have you lately?"

"We had lunch a couple of times, but nothing like those first couple nights. Then she's had clinicals up in Rochester for a few weeks, and then finals. Now, well, we just can't seem to get together. We were supposed to go out this weekend and see a show. I talked to her a couple times, but I never told her I was playing hockey."

"So, she's not stalking you then? Not trying to get the ring out of you yet?" asked Ron teasingly.

"Hey Ron," said Frank testily, "do us a favor and go fuck yourself."

"Damn, temper temper. Goalies have to maintain an even keel and all that."

"Blow me Ron."

"Hey bud," said Ron seriously, "I'm just glad to see you're not fawning all over the first chick you banged after getting back in the saddle. I mean, she's a great girl, really smart, and hot as hell. I would understand if you had fallen for her. It's just easier on me this way."

"Easier on you?" asked Frank.

"Yeah," said Ron smiling, "because now I don't have to counsel you through another depression when she tells you how she needs her space and can't get tied down, etc. You know girls at that age."

Frank chuckled. He and Tara had talked all this out the day after that incredible night a few months ago. It was what it was, and both were worried the other would read too much into it. But facts were facts. Frank was a 39 year old man rebounding from a divorce that had almost crushed him. As great as Tara was, he couldn't rush back into a commitment, not this way. He was still too scared to get hurt again. Tara, for her part, was a 26 year old co-ed. She had a brilliant future ahead of her and wasn't ready to tie herself down by any stretch of the imagination. Being a psychology student, she also saw the same dangers that Frank saw in himself. He needed to recover before he became too emotionally invested again. It was an awkward conversation to say the least, neither wanting to hurt the other, that ended with a wealth of relief on both sides. 

Of course, it also ended with one of the best weekends that Frank had ever had. He had gone to work on Monday completely exhausted. If it weren't for the fact that Tara had to head to Rochester that day, he no doubt would have called out sick to work to stay with her another day. As he stood there on the ice, he could still remember the feeling of her skin against his. The hot feeling of her tongue, swirling around the head of his cock. The delicious sensation of sliding into her wet almost too tight pussy.

"Earth to goalie," said Ron.

"Huh?" asked Frank startled. "Oh sorry."

Ron laughed. "Come on man lets go, and good luck playing with a hard on."

Frank instinctively looked down at the massive gear he wore. "How the hell can you tell through all this gear?" Suddenly he turned redder realizing he had just walked into the trap.

Ron laughed, and Frank promptly crosschecked him to the ice. He heard a pair of girlish giggles from the stands and turned even redder. This was gonna be a long night, thought Frank as he pulled on his mask.

The game started and it was readily apparent that the balance of power had shifted. Whenever the youngsters were on the ice, the speed of the game picked up, and they were skating circles around the older guys. Defense went right out the window and it became a shooting gallery. Frank's instincts told him that he had to play smarter to stop the assault. He noticed that one of the kids was a puck hog. If he had the puck, he wasn't going to pass it. His two linemates, as if embarrassed by his conduct, wouldn't shoot without making a pass first. He started playing the pass against them, and the shot against the puck hog. It worked.

He could see the frustration building when the puck hog broke a stick over the boards on his way back to the bench after Frank has stoned him for the fourth time in a row. The next shift on the ice, the kid came down on a break away and lifted a shot into the upper left corner. Frank's glove hand shot up and over as he stretched out into a split and snagged the puck out of the air. Frank felt exhilaration as he closed the glove around the puck and tucked it away. It was one of those saves that make every kid want to play goalie. Frank suddenly remembered all the old memories, the glory days so to speak, and the feeling was nearly orgasmic. That was until he got hit.

The kid barreled into Frank, sending him sprawling across the crease. He felt his groin cry out in protest as his legs were stretched apart and his balls held on for dear life to keep from being torn in two. Frank lay there a moment, waiting for his inner thighs to stop spasming when he saw a shadow pass over him.

"Sorry about that pops," said a sneering youthful face, "lost an edge there."

"Whatever," said Frank rolling over and jumping up. "Never even noticed it."

The sneer left the kid's face to be replaced by a haughty expression.

"Here," said Frank flipping the puck free of his glove and landing it at the kid's feet, "take this back with ya."

The puck hog scowled at Frank, who stared him down, then finally turned and skated back to center ice, leaving the puck behind. Ron came over and picked up the puck. "You ok dude?"

"Not really," said Frank wincing, "but I'm not letting him know that."

"I think we should resurface, don't you?"

Frank smiled. This was just what he needed, a break to recover from the hit. Ron skated over and told the benches, then ran off to get the rink manager to break out the Zamboni. Frank skated to the door and left the ice, heading to the lobby to fill his water bottle. As he bent at the water fountain, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"And you find this smell appealing?" asked Tara.

"What can I say?" said another voice he didn't recognize. "It gets me wet."

"See I prefer a man who doesn't smell like he just crawled out the ass end of a rhinoceros," replied Tara.

"You should smell it from in here!" said Frank, turning around to face the girls. Tara smiled and wrinkled her nose at him. "How you been kid?"

"Busy!" said Tara. "Finals sucked. I feel like I haven't left my apartment for weeks."

"Try a month," said the blonde rolling her eyes. "She spends all night long glued to her computer. She hasn't even been on a date in the last month." The blonde gave Frank a sly look that told him she had heard the tale of him and Tara's weekend. He could feel himself starting to redden again and was glad he still wore the face mask.

Tara, looking suddenly embarrassed herself, cleared her throat. "Um, Frank, this is Denae. Her boyfriend is one of the young ones out there playing with you guys and she plays for the girls' team."

"So," said Frank, "you decided to come out and see how the old farts play huh?" 

"Actually we thought the boys were practicing," said Denae. "I've been trying to set Tara up with Ricki, but she keeps using the finals dodge. She's out of excuses now."

"Ah," said Frank feigning hurt feelings, "and here I thought you came out just so see me."

"I didn't even know you played hockey," said Tara a little unsure if he was kidding or not. 

"I hadn't played in 15 years until a month ago. This is all Ronnie's idea of recapturing my youth and celebrating life."

"Sounds like a mid-life crisis to me," said Denae sarcastically. 

"That's what I said," replied Frank in an I-told-you-so manner, "but he just told me to shut up and put my mask on. I have to admit though, I'm having a blast."

"Well," said Denae giggling, "as long as that's not your Porsche parked outside we'll let it slide."

Frank busted out laughing, causing the girls to stare at him. 

"Let me guess," said Tara smiling, "that's Ron's Porsche isn't it."

"Give the future psychologist an A," said Frank.

"Well," said Denae looking over her shoulder, "I had better go talk to Joe. He'll get all huffy if I don't pay him any attention. Nice to meet you Frank." She shot him a coy look and he saw her eyes drop briefly to his crotch. Either she was wondering how bad his groin was injured, or Tara had gone into detail about their encounter.

"So," he said to Tara teasingly, "which one is Ricki?"

"The cute one," she replied a bit defensively. Frank arched an eyebrow at her and she laughed. "OK, I'll tell you as long as you promise not to get jealous and do anything stupid out there."

"I'll try to control myself," he teased. He was genuinely trying to put her at ease. They'd talked about this, and he wanted her to know that everything was fine.

"I think that's him over there, in the red." He saw Tara gesture to the young man who had approached the gathering at the start to ask permission to join the group. He had been polite enough, and had played nice out on the ice. He was one of the passers. Frank was thankfully he wasn't the puck hog.

He also saw Denae talking to the puck hog, and could see they were quietly arguing about something. Tara followed his gaze and sighed. "She really needs to dump his ass. He's a real piece of work. He's the jealous type."

"So why's she stay with him?" asked Frank.

"Because he's the top scorer on the team, cute, blah blah blah. It's quite pathetic really." Tara smiled indulgently. "But you know how college girls can be."

"Babe," said Frank with a laugh, "you're about ten minutes older than she is, remember?"

"Sometimes, I am," she replied with a giggle, "but other times I like to act my age."

Ron let out a shrill whistle, and Frank turned to see him motioning them back on to the ice. The puck hog pushed roughly past, turning to send an angry scowl at Frank as he passed. Frank sighed. Great, he thought, this is gonna be a long evening.

"Well kid," he said, "back to the grind."

"I'd give you a kiss for luck," said Tara, "if you didn't look like Freddy Kruger and smell like ass."

Frank laughed and smacked her on the butt playfully with his stick.

As he turned she stopped him. "Frank, I don't want you to think I was avoiding you, I really was busy. Now that finals are over I'd really like to get together for dinner or something. If you still want to, that is."

"What about Ricki?" he asked with a grin.

"I have no intention of going out with him. I'm not one of these puck bunnies."

"He seems like a nice kid. Respects his elders," joked Frank. "You should go out with him."

"Why?" she asked.

"Why not?" he shot back grinning.

"Uh-hum," said Ronnie, appearing behind Frank and clearing his voice. "If the Lone Ranger is ready, we'd like to start the game now."

Frank shoved his catch glove in Ron's face and walked past him to the ice. He skated over to the crease with a glance back at Tara. One of his defensemen, Tom, a mailman in his late forties skated up with a broad grin. 

"Must be your daughter right?" he said.

"Exactly how old do you think I am?" shot Frank back.

"Sister then?" Tom replied. "Can't be a girlfriend. I mean, come on. Forget the fact that she a hot college girl and you're a broken down member of the Geritol farm team. You're a goalie."

"Oh, piss off," said Frank testily, squirting Tom with his water bottle.

"Yeah," said Ronnie skating up and coming to Frank's defense. "Don't hate the player, hate the game."

"Oh for the love of... can we just drop the damned puck?" said Frank testily. Both Ron and Tom skated off laughing loudly.

Play commenced and Frank noticed that the puck hog, he now knew the kid's name was Joe, seemed to be playing a lot chippier than he had in the first half. Frank's guess was that he was pissed off at Denae about something, probably for not giving him her undivided attention between halves. Joe brought the puck into the zone, cut left, then tried to thread the puck in between Frank's legs. Even slowed by a sore groin, he wasn't falling for that move. Frank made the stop and covered the puck, only to have Joe's stick clip him in the side of the head as he skated through the crease.

"What the fuck was that?" yelled Frank.

Joe threw a grin over his shoulder. "Shit happens, gramps," he said.

Frank could see him laughing with one of the passers, and saw Ricki skate up to him with a frown on his face. Joe shrugged, and Ricki shook his head. Ronnie skated up again.

"You alright Frank?"

"I'm fine," said Frank, "but watch him. That punk is pissy about his girlfriend right now. Don't let him hurt someone."

"I got it," said Ronnie.

Two minutes later, Frank's prediction turned into reality, but not how he expected. Joe stole the puck at center ice and broke in clear on a breakaway. Frank came out to meet him, cutting down the angle perfectly. He knew the little punk had no where to shoot, he had him. Joe wound up and fired a shot. Frank butterflied to takeaway all possible angles and the puck jumped up, ricocheting off his mask. Frank blinked and looked over his head for the puck. As he reached up to grab it with his glove, Joe lowered his shoulder and drove it right into the middle of Frank's chest. Frank was flung back and his head slammed off the ice. Consciousness left him.

His eyes snapped open 20 seconds later to see Ronnie and another man kneeling beside him. He should know that other face, but it was too young to be one of the guys he played with. Why was he laying here? Why did his head hurt so fucking bad?

"Frank! Frank!" screamed Ronnie urgently, slapping his hands together. "Look at me!"

"Huh?" was all the reply Frank could muster.

"Relax man, relax," said Ricki. "Just lay there."

"Lay where. What's the score?"

"Look Frank you took a bad hit. Just lay there and let Ricki check your neck."

"Ricki? Ricki who?" asked Frank groggily. 

"Ricki's one of the kids from the college team who was playing with us. He's a pre-med student and has first aid certification, so let him check you out."

He felt hands feeling along his neck. Ricki? Ricki? That name had some meaning. "Can you move your hands? Wiggle you feet?" Asked Ricki urgently, obviously a little flustered.

Frank did so. Suddenly a thought filtered back in. "Ricki? You're the one Denae is try to set up with Tara, right?"

Ricki looked flustered again. "Um..." was all Ricki could think to say.

"Don't worry about that Frank," said Ronnie. "Ricki, no stress, there's nothing there to worry about just take care of him."

"Look," Ricki said. "I'm no EMT and this could be serious. I think his neck is ok, but I'm not sure. I think we should just wait for the ambulance."

"Oh for the love of Pete," said Frank, "I'm fine. Just a bump on the head." With that he sat up. And just a promptly came too lying on his side, lying next to a pool of his own vomit.

"Damn it dude," said Ricki, "don't move. I'd say its pretty obvious you've got a major concussion. Just lay there and don't fuck around. That's not just a bump on the head." He put a hand on Frank's chest to restrain him, in case he was stupid enough to try that again.

Shortly there after the ambulance arrived. They stripped him of his leg pads and gloves, and then strapped him to a back board, still wearing his chest protector and mask and skates. They rolled him from the ice, with Ronnie and Ricki as escort. 

As they stepped off the ice, Ricki leaned over and said, "Look Frank. I'm really sorry this happened. Joe's, well I wish I could say he's a great guy once you get to know him, but he's not. He's really just a great player with a bad attitude."

"Not your fault Ricki, not your fault," said Frank feebly. He saw the kid smile with relief and a thought struck him. "Look, Denae is supposed to introduce you to Tara tonight. I was supposed to take her out to dinner this week for finishing her finals, but I don't think I'm gonna be up to it. Do me a favor and take her out somewhere nice for me."

Ricki looked a little surprised. "Sure, I guess I can do that," he stammered.

With that he was loaded into the ambulance. He heard the scrape of metal on metal and heard Ronnie curse.

"Ronnie stop," he heard Tara say from somewhere outside the ambulance, "you're going to break your ankle trying that. Just take off the skates and we'll drive you."

Three days later, Frank still lay in the hospital. His head still hurt, and he was still nauseous half the time. It seemed like all he could do was sleep. The doctors said that was good, even though they'd kept him up for the first 20 of those hours. He'd never had a concussion this bad before. 




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 02



Ronnie had spent every evening hanging out looking miserable. He felt responsible for getting Frank into this mess. All the apologizing was wearing on Frank's nerves and finally told him to just shut up and stop acting like an old woman. It wasn't that big of a deal and he was gonna live. Ronnie was still a depressing companion, but at least he stopped apologizing.

Tara had come to see him once, but she was working nights now during the week for a suicide hotline type of thing. Since she'd quit stripping she had to find another job. She didn't make as much as she had dancing, but it paid the bills and she was helping people. She said it made her happy, though Frank thought it would be a very depressing job. So her work had kept her from spending all her time with him, a fact for which Frank was very glad. She had her own life, and for some odd reason, he didn't really want her to see him like this. It made him feel old.

Denae had come with Tara that first night, and spent 20 minutes in tears apologizing for what an asshole her boyfriend was and how bad she felt. Apparently he was pissed off because Denae had been talking to Frank instead of him and she had embarrassed him in front of his boys. Jealousy rearing its ugly head. 

Now, here he lay, watching the Wild game on TV, his head still throbbing. He was alone for once, Ronnie having tickets to the game he was now watching on TV. He hadn't wanted to go, but Frank had made him. He told Ronnie he wasn't gonna lay here feeling guilty that Ronnie had missed the game, so he had better go for Frank's sake. Ronnie had agreed, genuinely not wanting to make Frank feel worse, when really Frank was ecstatic to be alone for the evening. When he heard the door to the room open he sighed.

"I told you to go to the game and leave me alone," he said exasperatedly.

"Sorry," said Tara, "I can leave if you want, but the game is sold out."

He turned his head a little too quickly, causing him to wince in pain. "Tara!" he exclaimed. "Sorry about that, I didn't realize it was you. I thought it was Ronnie."

She laughed. "Getting a little tired of having him hanging over you?"

"Yeah," said Frank. "I know he means well, but he's so damned depressing. I wish he'd get over feeling sorry for me."

"He feels responsible, Frank."

"I know," sighed Frank. "But hey, I thought you had to work tonight."

"I got out of it," she said with a shrug. "I wanted to come see how you were doing."

"Well," he said gloomily, "feeling my age at the moment."

Tara arched her eyebrows and looked down at him. "Frank a concussion like this doesn't care how old you are. You're gonna feel like shit, whether you're 16 or 60. So stop the 'I'm an old man' pity party and smile. You don't want Ron depressing you and I don't want you depressing me."

"Is this how you handle people on the suicide hotline?" he asked with a grin.

"If I have to." She smiled and bent down to kiss him. The kiss was more than friendly, but wasn't passionate, not hurried, but not lingering. She broke the kiss and pulled a chair up beside his bed. As she sat and crossed her legs, her skirt rode up exposing generous portion of her thigh. His mind traveled back to a scene in the back of a limousine. He remembered the smooth texture of her skin. The scent of strawberries and the sweet taste of her skin as his tongue glided up the inside of that creamy thigh. The tangy scent of pussy and strawberries that assailed his nose as his tongue parted the velvety lips of her...

"Frank?" he heard Tara saying.

"Huh?"

"I said what's the score?" she repeated.

"Oh sorry," he replied coming back to reality. "1-0 Wild."

She adjusted her chair closer to his bed and leaned her head against his arm, taking his hand in hers. "Frank, you really are alright, aren't you?"

"Sure," he said. "I mean, I have a headache and all, but nothing permanent. I'll be fine, really." He felt a need to reassure her and squeezed her hand.

"Frank," she started, "listen let's deal with this right now and get it out of the way. I know your head hurts and this might be selfish of me to try to ease my mind, but I think it's better to just get this done."

"Okay," said Frank warily, "what's on your mind kid?" He was terrified suddenly that she was going to tell him she was falling for him. He wasn't ready for that and his mind started racing through scenarios, things he could say to let her down without hurting her.

"Well, you see I really care about you. I mean I think about that night all the time. It was the most amazing experience I've ever had." She smiled shyly, not meeting his eyes. "I daresay that was the first time I've ever been that turned on or came that hard. It was almost like my first time in many ways."

Frank groaned and his head started to throb. He couldn't deal with this right now, he couldn't think straight.

"Frank, I don't want to hurt you, but you have to understand something and I believe that honesty is the best way to handle this." She looked up into his eyes a pained look on her face. "I'm not in love with you."

"Huh?" said Frank, fear no replaced with confusion. "Would you repeat that?"

"I don't love you Frank. I care a lot for you and want to be your friend, and maybe even your lover, but I'm not in love with you."

"That's what I though you said," replied Frank, "but I thought it might just be the concussion making me hear things. Okay, so you don't love me? And why are you telling me this?"

"Because we need to be clear." Tara's voice was almost pleading with him to understand. "Frank, I want to be here for you because I want to be your friend. I don't want you to get the wrong impression and get feelings for me that I can't return."

"So you're giving me the 'we can still be friends', speech?" Frank was relieved. He was terrified she'd fallen for him. He had to chuckle at the arrogance of that thought.

"Look Frank, it's not you, it's me," she said trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. "I'm just not..." She broke off when she saw his staring at her, mouth open.

"You did not just say that did you?" Frank said with a chuckle. "As brilliant as you are, the best you could come up with is, its not you, its me?"

"Frank," she said on the verge of tears, "this isn't easy, okay? I don't want to hurt you but I don't want to lead you on and hurt you more." Tears began to flow slowly down her face.

Now he felt bad for teasing her. He pulled her up to him and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her head to his chest. "I'm sorry Tara. Look its okay, I understand and I'm fine. Relieved in fact."

She looked up at him. "You are?"

"Hell yeah," Frank exclaimed, "I was scared for a minute there that you were gonna tell me the opposite. That you were falling in love with me. I was sitting here trying to figure out how to tell you what you just told me without breaking your heart."

Tara breathed a sigh of relief, and then chuckled. "So you're not in love with me? You're not going to read more into me caring about you than there really is?"

"Love you?" asked Frank smiling. "I can hardly stand you. Heck the only reason I even let you come in here today is because you've got better legs than Ronnie. Oh, and that thing you do with your tongue."

"Okay, okay, so the joke's on me," she said. "I guess it was a little arrogant the think you would fall for me."

"Not really," he said brushing a tear from her cheek. "You're a sexy, alluring, brilliant young woman. In a different place, in a different time, say a decade ago, I probably would have fallen for you pretty hard. I would imagine you've got a track record of guys who fall for you on sight and start throwing themselves at you."

"Yeah," she said seriously, "I have. And it hurts every time I have to break one of their hearts, but I'm just not ready for that. I haven't found what I really want, yet. I just couldn't break your heart. I couldn't handle having you tell me that your life would be over, that you'd kill yourself if you couldn't have me."

"Excuse me," said Frank, "but now you are being arrogant. Kill myself if I couldn't have you?"

"Too dramatic?" she asked. "I guess it's too many suicide hotline calls."

"Alright." Frank gave her another hug. "You know Tara, has anyone ever told you that you think too much?"

She smiled again. "Yeah I get that a lot. I'm sorry Frank, I mean; I know we talked about this months ago. It's just that with finals and us not seeing each other, and then you getting hurt and I really wanted to be here for you. I guess I just saw all the things that could go wrong. I meant what I said about you being special to me. You always will be. Those two nights with you were, well let's just say I felt like I was in one of those dirty romance novels. I mean I didn't think sex could really be that way."

"You've dated too many college boys," said Frank reprovingly.

"Ain't that the truth," she said rolling her eyes.

"So does this mean you are swearing off the youngsters and looking for an older man?" he teased.

"Have you decided to switch to college co-eds?" she shot back.

"I'm keeping my options open," he replied.

"Me too," she said with a wicked little grin.

"Okay so like you say, just friends?" he asked. "You know, I think I could live with that."

"No Frank," she said, leaning back over him and kissing his lips again, "not just friends. I did mention lovers in there. I may not want to get tied into a relationship, at least not in the traditional sense of the word, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be with you. I'd be crazy to turn down and invitation to another night of the best sex I've ever had. If an invitation were offered, that is."

"Not at the moment," Frank said regretfully. "To follow along with your colorful use of clichés, 'not tonight honey, I have a headache.'" 

She laughed and caressed his cheek. He reached up and pulled her to him to kiss her and her cinnamon colored hair cascaded over his face. He caught another whiff of the strawberry scented shampoo, and memories assailed him once more. He remembered the lap dance she had given him, her strawberry scented hair caressing his face like crimson corn silk. He kissed her deeply and passionately, remembering the way she had ground against his swollen cock desperate to relieve her tension. Her tongue penetrated his mouth eagerly and he savored the sweetness of her lips, and he remembered how she hand clamped her mouth on his fingers while she rode his waist. He recalled how her movements had force his cock to grow large, more engorged than it had ever before, stretching the tender skin to the point of agony. She broke the kiss, catching her breath.

"Wow," she said, "that was fast."

Frank suddenly realized that she had been rubbing his crotch through the sheets. He prick was now fully erect and stuck up making his hospital bed look like an obscene circus tent. "Well," he said with a chuckle, "you have that effect on me."

She giggled girlishly, and his cock spasmed at the sound.

"Seriously though Tara," he said regretfully, "I'm in no condition to exert myself. Shit I can't even turn my head without getting dizzy."

"Then don't exert yourself. Just watch the game." Frank stared at her as she turned back to the TV and sat back in her chair. The little tease was gonna leave him like this. 

"You do realize that in about a week, you're gonna pay for that, don't you?" asked Frank threateningly.

"I certainly hope so," she said matter-of-factly.

He couldn't help but smile. Thankful that his worst fear hadn't come to pass, he sat up trying to make his hard on a little less obvious, and started to watch the game.

"So," he asked,"did Ricki take you out?"

"Yes," she said with an exasperated expression, "you bastard! I had it all planned, the perfect way to get out of it! I was all set to tell him that I couldn't because I had to be there at your bedside in case you needed me, but no! You had to go and tell him to take me out and make it sound like some personal favor to you. The poor sap made it sound like he'd made a promise to a dying man!"

Frank exploded into laughter.

"It's not funny, damn you!" exclaimed Tara, smacking Frank in the thigh. "The poor kid felt horrible about what happened and said you told him how important it was for me to celebrate finals being over and how your only worry was that you couldn't take me out."

"Oh gawd, no," Frank said laughing, "he didn't say that did he?"

"Yes he did," said Tara starting to laugh herself. "The sad part is the poor guy was serious, it wasn't a line."

"Damn, I only told him that so he wouldn't feel bad asking you out," said Frank. "I didn't mean it to be a set up for you."

"Oh that's okay," said Tara, "I forgive you. It wasn't that bad."

"Really?" asked Frank excitedly, trying to mimic Denae's over excited tone. "Did he take you somewhere nice? Is he a good kisser? How is he in the sack? Is his dick bigger than mine?"

Tara laughed again. "Do you really want the answers to those questions?"

Frank stopped laughing and considered for a second. "Yeah. I'm your friend after all and I really would like to know how your date went. I'm not the jealous type and I have no hold on you, as you went to such lengths to point out to me tonight. You don't have to tell me if his dick is bigger than mine though."

Tara giggled. "Okay, well let's just say the poor boy was in way over his head. Denae gave him pointers."

Frank groaned. He could only imagine.

"Exactly," said Tara. "First he took me to La' Torno's."

"Nice restaurant," said Frank.

"Sure, if you know French. So I order for us, which is a big blow to his ego, but I tried to play it off as no big deal. It's not like Denae warned him. So the poor kid is already freaked out because he's out on a date with grad student, 4 years older than him, and the restaurant he took her to trying to impress her just blew up in his face.

"So there we sit, trying to make conversation, and all the Ricki can talk about is hockey. I mean, he's not stupid, he's a pre-med student for crying out loud. It's just that it's his comfort zone and when you are in a stressful social situation, you tend to stick to your comfort zones when making conversation."

"OK Dr. Tara," Frank said, "I get the picture."

"Not yet you don't. So there we sit. He's blown the French thing and he's smart enough to know that talking about hockey isn't gonna get himself anywhere with a woman of my intellect."

Frank groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Well," Tara said innocently, "let's be honest about this. So there I sit, trying to help him salvage his ego, when up walks Esmeralda and a couple other girls from the club and...what?"

Frank turned red at the mention of Esmeralda's name, and Tara had noticed. "Nothing he said, just a hot flash I guess."

"Menopause?" she quipped. "She asked how you were, Frank. Is there something I should know about? A story about this month's ex-husband's night at the club perhaps?"

"No, not really," stammered Frank. Tara's eyes boar into him and her eyebrows arched. "Well maybe a little one, but for another time."

"I'm gonna hold you to that," she said, licking her lips in anticipation. "Anyway, so here she comes over and says hi. She then introduces me to her friends as one of the girls she used to work with at the club."

"Uh-oh," said Frank, "she didn't."

"She sure as shit did. Now, it took a minute for Gretzky to figure it out, but when he did you could see the gears turning in his head. Now Frank, there are two types of guys out there. There's the ones who find out you are or used to be a stripper and they instantly think, cool I can score! She's a slut! Then there's the other kind that get paranoid, like she's a stripper, how am I gonna measure up to all those guys she's danced for. The whole small dick syndrome."

"What about the third type who get offended by the fact that you took your clothes off for money and storms out?" asked Frank as if being helpful.

"Those are a mythical creature, they don't exist," she shot back. "I guess I forgot those guys who turn out to be gay, but their only problem is trying to figure out how to ask to borrow your heels. But back to the story. Any guesses which one our boy is?"

"I gather he didn't try to borrow your heels?"

"No, he turned into a scared rabbit. Now Frank you know that guys stare at me everywhere I go because I'm gorgeous, right?"

"Arrogant," he said. "Remember, we talked about this?"

"I was wearing my red dress Frank," she said huskily.

"Okay," said Frank, feeling his cock twitch again in memory of that dress, "I'll retract my statement."

"Well, I could just tell that every time a guy looked at me, he started wondering whether or not the guy recognized me from the club. The dumbass didn't realize that he was sitting at a table with the hottest girl in the restaurant and every guy was wishing they were him." She paused. "No comment on arrogance?"

"No I was just laying here wishing I was Ricki for a minute," he said.

Tara rolled her eyes and continued. "So we get the check and..."

"Please Tara, for the love of Pete; please tell me he had enough money to cover the check." Frank was looking at the ceiling wondering what else could go wrong with this date.

"Oh yeah, he was fine there," she laughed. "At least Denae warned him how expensive it was. So we leave and he takes me home. I'll give him credit, he was very respectful, a real gentlemen. Opened the car door, pushed in my chair, and walked me to my door. I felt bad for him because he really it a nice guy, just young. So I figured I should at least give him a goodnight kiss." She paused a moment for dramatic effect.

"And?" prompted Frank.

"And it could have been worse, but it wasn't great. He's cute and he's got a nice butt, but he was too scared to really enjoy the kiss. It was almost like he was taking an exam."

Frank laughed. "Sounds like he failed."

"Even if I had wanted to sleep with him," said Tara seriously, "he had premature ejaculation written all over him. Once in three weeks was enough." 

"Excuse me?" asked Frank, his eyes widening. Clamped her hands over her mouth and it was obvious she hadn't meant to say that. 

"Nothing," she said after a pause, "just something I was working on from psyche class."

"Really? And what was the name of this guy from psyche class you were working on."

"Um," Tara said stalling, "how about we talk about that at another time."

"I'm gonna hold you to that," said Frank mimicking her earlier response and slowly licking his lips.

Tara groaned. 

"So you sent the poor boy packing with a hard on and shattered ego?"

"Yeah," she said, "I'm afraid I did. I feel bad too, because he really was a nice guy. Just not my type."

"Born in your decade, you mean?" asked Frank teasingly.

"Something like that," said Tara a naughty look in her eyes. 

Frank looked up at the TV. "Now see what you did," he scolded, "we missed the whole first period."

"Ah," she said pouting, "I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you?" She smiled at him coyly and slid her hand under the covers of his bed. "So did they make you wear the robe with the open back?"

"Maybe." Frank threw his head back as she slid her hand under his gown and drug her nails lightly up his balls. He moaned as her hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. Blood rushed to engorge his cock bringing it to life.

"Damn I love the feeling of you growing in my hand," Tara said huskily." I want to see it!" She then reached out and threw the sheet from his body, exposing his rigid cock to the world. Frank threw a glance at the door and Tara laughed. Rising from her chair she walked over and pulled the curtain around his bed, just in case someone walked in. 

"Now just let me look at you," she said. She walked to the foot of his bed and licked her lips. "Gorgeous. Both you and that cock of yours."




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 02



"You're not so bad yourself," said Frank. His head ache was totally forgotten.

He watched as Tara's hands crawled up her body to cup her full breasts. For the first time he noticed she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were threatening to rip from the thin t-shirt she wore. "Frank, do you know how many times in the last two months I've lay in bed touching myself, thinking of you?"

Frank looked into her eyes, which burned with lust. "I'd lay there thinking about how agonizingly slow you fucked me on the couch and I'd just sit there teasing myself for hours." Frank watched in shock as Tara lifted her skirt until it bunched around her waist, exposing the sheer blue panties she wore. Frank could see that they were soaked to transparency. She ran her hand back and forth across her soaking pussy.

With one hand she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy to his hungry eyes. He could see that her lips were red and swollen with her excitement, the same as his cock. "Other times, I'd think back to the limo and use my finger, teasing my pussy and stroking my clit, just like your tongue did. I'd remember how you made me cum so hard that my world spun round." She leaned back against the wall and spread propped a leg up on his bed. Slowly she stroked her finger up and down her slit and circling her clit. When she ran two fingers over her lips and spread her engorged lips, Franks could see a trickle of pussy juice run from her lips. Frank's cock twitched again and he couldn't resist reaching out and stroking his cock slowly.

"Damn baby," said Tara breathlessly, "that is so hot. But don't strain yourself." She let out a low growl and slid a fingertip past her oily lips.

"And sometimes," she said closing her eyes and licking her lips again, "I'd think about being on my knees in front of my door with that gorgeous cock jammed down my throat." Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she violently ripped the panties from her body. "I'd think about the look on your face, how you'd been left right at the brink. How hot you looked and how hot it felt to know you were totally in my control."

Tara slid two fingers all the way into her hot pussy and started to rhythmically fuck herself. She dropped the torn panties and started to rub her clit with her other hand. "I'd get so hot thinking about it that I would fuck myself senseless. Thinking about taking you all the way down my throat and the feeling of your hot cum splashing across my face and down over my tits. The sweet taste of your cum in my mouth and the feeling of it running over my tongue. Did you know I came just from feeling you cum?"

All Frank could do was shake his head, his mouth open, hand wrapped around his cock. 

"But none of that," she said lustily, "I mean none of that comes even close to getting me as hot as standing her with my hand buried in my pussy watching you stroke that monster prick of yours."

"Then cum for me," said Frank matter-of-factly.

"Huh?" said Tara a bit confused. This was her game.

"You heard me," said Frank licking his lips. "Cum for me. This is absolutely the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. Watching you stand there, fingering that sweet slick little pussy of yours. If I can't fuck you till you scream, I still want to see you cum."

Two can play at this game. "Ok Frank, if that's what you want. But you have to promise not to cum. At least not until you can cum in my mouth."

"Deal," said Frank. He let go of his cock and put his hands behind his head, getting comfortable.

Tara threw her head back and jammed her fingers deeper into her hot cunt. Frank could see her engorged lips suck at her fingers as she plunged them in and out. Her other finger circled her clit faster and faster. She started to moan, chewing her lower lip. "Damn baby, you've got me so hot. I'm gonna cum for you." She threw her head back and her moaning got louder.

"You better be quiet baby," said Frank, "or someone's gonna hear you."

"I can't help it Frank," she whined, "I'm gonna scream."

She leaned forward sharply, taking her fingers from her pussy and grabbing the bed frame. Her other hand furiously worked her clit and her body started to spasm. She looked up into his eyes. "I know!"

She quickly moved forward and jammed his cock all the way down her throat until his balls jammed against her chin. Frank felt her throat contract as she gagged around his girth and she backed off and tried to relax. Tara looked up into his eyes, her hand still furiously working her clit and her mouth full with his cock. She sucked ferociously on the head of his prick and her eyes closed. It took about five seconds before her eyes snapped open. She locked eyes with Frank and he could feel her scream around his cock as her orgasm took her. 

Frank stared at her, drinking in the sexy erotic scene before him. She shook for about 20 seconds until orgasm finally subsided. She moaned around his dick, and wrapped a hand around the shaft. Without saying a word, she slowly started to work her mouth and hand up and down his shaft. Looking into his for a few seconds before closing them and concentrating on sucking his prick. 

Wordlessly she removed her hand from her pussy and moved it up to his mouth. Frank eager took the soaked fingers, sucking the delicious juices from them. When he had licked them clean he looked down to see her watching him. "More," he said licking his lips. She let out a moan and moved her hand down back to her pussy. She closed her eyes, working her fingers slowly for a few seconds before bringing them back to Frank's mouth. She moaned again as he took them back into his mouth and sucked her dripping fingers clean of her sweet juices. When he had finished he raise a questioning eyebrow. 

"Uh-uh," she said giving his shaft a long lick, "It's your turn." With that she reached a hand down and squeezed his balls firmly. She slowly worked her hand up and down his shaft, sucking fiercely, swirling her tongue around his head. She closed her eyes and slowly worked him to a frenzy. His breathing quickened and he reached out and grabbed a handful of her satiny red hair.

She withdrew her mouth and continued to pump his cock slowly in her fist. She gave him a long lick, from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. "Time to cum baby," she said throwing him a naughty smile.

She dropped her mouth once more and engulfed his rigid cock. She pumped up and down, fucking him with her hand and her luscious mouth while he other hand massaged his aching balls. He pace quickened and Frank could feel his cock begin to grow even larger. She let his cock free from her mouth with a pop. 

"Are you close Frank?" she asked slyly.

"What do you think," he said testily.

"Cum in my mouth Frank," said Tara huskily. "Please Frank, I want to taste you. Fill my mouth with your sweet hot cum baby. Please?"

"Anything Tara," he said, "anything you want."

With that she once more engulfed him in her mouth. Planting both hands on his hips she ferociously deep throated his cock, fucking him forcefully with her mouth. He watched as his cock drove deeply into her throat and he felt his balls tighten. Tara looked up into his eyes, sensing his orgasm, letting out a low hum of pleasure and desire.

The sensation was all he needed to push him over the edge. He clenched his teeth to keep from screaming and his back arched, forcing his hips eagerly toward her mouth. Tara's eye's rolled back in pleasure as the first shot of cum splashed across the roof of her mouth. She moaned in pleasure and pulled out until just the head of his cock clenched firmly in her lips. She sucked intently on the head while her hand pumped up and down his cock, her other hand milking his balls. He filled her mouth with so much cum that she couldn't hold it all and a bit ran out and down the length of his shaft. Her throat worked furiously as she tried to swallow all of his seed, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. 

Tara opened her throat and took him balls deep into her mouth. She continued to swallow, milking one last shot of cum from his cock which trickle right down her throat. Frank's body relaxed and Tara continued her suction, making sure she had sucked him dry. Taking his cock from her mouth, she looked up and him and slowly licked the remnants of his cum from the shaft of his cock, cleaning him until his member glistened with her saliva.

"Holy shit, Tara," said Frank breathlessly. "I've never been with a woman who loved to have a guy cum in her mouth like that."

"What can I say baby," she said in that deep husky voice, "you have the sweetest cum I've ever tasted."

Frank arched an eyebrow. "Seriously," she said, "I'm not kidding. I've never been squeamish about it, I mean if a guys willing to taste me, I should taste him. That said, I've never craved it before. But you," she paused and gave his cock one more long lick, "I just crave it from you."

"You sure you aren't just a hot young co-ed who loves sex?

Tara laughed, "Not hardly. I like sex just fine, but it's not like it is with you. It's like a Harlequin Romance Porn novel or something."

"Maybe you have a split personality disorder," teased Frank.

"Or maybe you just bring out my inner slut," she said. "Every woman has one, you know."

"I've always respected that."

He pulled her up to him and they shared an intense and passionate kiss that seemed to last forever, her hand still clasped around his semi hard cock.

Too engrossed in their own world, Frank and Tara didn't see the shadow lurking behind the screen. Just inside the curtain, Denae stood, one hand held over her mouth, the other slid down the front of her jeans. She had quietly crept in, not wanting to disturb Frank if he were sleeping, and peeked around the screen to find Tara masturbating with Frank's dick buried in her throat. 

Denae had told him about Frank, about how big his dick was, but she seeing it for real was amazing. She'd seen bigger in magazine and such, but not in real life. She looked at Tara, and found herself wishing she were in her position. Tara looked gorgeous, that amazing cock sliding between her lips with an obscenely wet slurping sound. 

Too turned on to resist, Denae fumbled with the top two buttons of her jeans and shoved her hand inside. She frantically rammed two fingers in and out of her now wet pussy and ground her palm against her hard little clit. When Tara practically begged him to cum in her mouth, Denae's knees nearly buckled. She slid clamped a hand over her mouth to stop the moans that were building as her orgasm took hold. She reached her peak just as Frank arched his back, filling Tara's pretty mouth with his hot cum. 

She rode out her orgasm, watching her friend lick the trickle of sperm from his glistening cock. As she listened to Tara describe how sweet his seed was, she felt her pussy spasm once more and another mini orgasm washed over her. She watched as their lips locked and was struck by the intense passion of the kiss. Quietly she slunk from the room, forgetting to button her jeans.

She entered the elevator and pushed the down button. Her finger slid across the button, still wet from her juices. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked at her luscious juices. The sweet taste of her pussy juice brought her thoughts back to what Tara had said about Frank's cum being sweet. She imagined him filling her mouth with that sweet cum and couldn't resist sliding her hand back inside her jeans. 

When the elevator reached the ground floor, she whimpered at being interrupted. She frantically ran to her car, fumbling with her keys. As she brushed the hair out of her eyes, she caught a whiff of her musky sent on her fingers. She wondered what would be sweeter, Frank's cum or that sweetness of pussy. A vision of Frank and Tara, with her in the middle, washed over her, and she whimpered again. She had to get home fast. There was a vibrator with her name on it!



Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 03



It had been two weeks since Frank had gotten laid out playing hockey, knocked unconscious by a cheap shot from some young punk with a bad temper. Five days in the hospital recovering from the concussion, and another 7 at home, sitting on the couch wishing the throbbing would stop. The doctors told him it was a pretty serious concussion, though there shouldn't be any long term effects. His head still throbbed, but at least he wasn't seeing double anymore. Now if he could just get his energy back.

Frank had insisted on leaving the hospital earlier than he probably should have, but he couldn't take it anymore. He had to privately admit though that if it weren't for Ron and Tara, he wouldn't have made it those first couple of days at home. He couldn't even stand up in the shower without getting dizzy at some point. Tara had been very helpful with that aspect of his recovery, much to his delight. Now he was at least mobile and able to fend for himself, but he still had the damned headaches.

The weather didn't help. January in Minnesota always meant snow and cold, but this year was absolutely brutal. It was currently 15 below zero, and the constant storms brought a pressure which Frank felt in his throbbing head. He had to get out of here for a while so he could heal. He couldn't work, even if he'd wanted to, and he had plenty of vacation time built up. What better time to use some than now?

Still, he wasn't sure going alone would be a good idea. His first thought was why not take Tara? A week on a beach somewhere with the nubile little minx would be just what the doctor ordered. Unfortunately she had school, and would be starting a semester long internship somewhere, he thought Arizona. Maybe Ron could get some time off and they could head south for some tropical carousing.

Unfortunately, Ron was in the middle of a really nasty divorce case, and just couldn't break away. "Sorry dude," said Ron, "but this is getting ugly. Just when I thought we had the bastard he started digging up dirt on my client. That wouldn't be so bad if she had told me about it ahead of time. Damn I hate it when the skeletons come out unexpectedly."

"Oh well," sighed Frank, "I'll just have to enjoy the solitude."

"Look, get yourself booked on a cruise or something; go find yourself some little tropical princess with dark skin, big tits, and nice tight ass. Speaking of nice tight asses, why not take Tara?"

"She has school, remember?" Just then there was a knock on the door. "Sorry Ron, gotta run. Later."

Frank slowly crossed the living room and braced himself for the blast of cold air as he opened the door. Tara and Denae came bounding through unceremoniously, trying to escape the wintry chill outside. Frank slammed the door against the wind. It must have been 30 miles an hour out there. He looked over to where the two girls stood shivering.

"Sorry we didn't have time to ask if you were decent," said Tara, "but it's too freakin cold out there!"

"That's okay," said Frank, "I'm decent."

"Yeah," said Denae with a naughty twinkle in her eye, "too bad."

Tara gave her a slap on the shoulder and the two took off their coats. Frank sank back into his chair and leaned his head back.

Tara came up behind him and kissed him on the forehead, then started rubbing his neck. "How are you doing? I haven't been able to get over to see you in a couple days."

Frank smiled up at her. "I'm alright I guess, just can't shake this headaches."

"I hate to break it to you Frank," said Denae, "but you're gonna have that headache for a couple weeks at least. I got in a car wreck and had a concussion last year that was pretty bad, and my head hurt for a month."

"Nice bed side manner, Denae," scolded Tara.

"Oh, sorry Frank," said Denae, realizing she probably just made him feel worse. "The good news is it does get better fairly quickly."

"I'm sure it will, but these storms are killing me. Too much pressure. I gotta get out of here."

"Good plan," said Denae. "So where are you going?"

"I don't know," said Frank thoughtfully. "I was thinking of some place with lots of sun, some sand, and no fucking snow. Somewhere that has a wind chill of about 75."

"Umm," purred Denae, "sounds nice. Need some company?"

Frank chuckled and looked up at Tara. "I think she's trying to muscle in on your territory."

"I'm not surprised," said Tara with a sigh, "ever since I mentioned that we had agreed to not get serious, I think she's been day dreaming about you."

"I have not," said Denae, starting to blush.

"Oh come off it, Denae," said Tara with a giggle. "You'll hurt his feelings. Guys like to know they are the object of desire. Older men especially like to be desired by younger women. It makes them forget their age."

"You know," said Frank mournfully, "if I didn't feel like I was about 60 right now, I'd take offense to that remark."

Denae looked indignantly at Tara. "Hey, I never said he wasn't attractive, which you are by the way Frank, but that's a whole lot different than day dreaming about him." Denae was only blushing because she had been daydreaming about him. After seeing him and Tara in Frank's hospital room a little over a week ago, she couldn't help herself. She must have recalled that a scene a dozen times, masturbating each time to a crashing orgasm.

"No Denae," said Tara, "what you said, and I quote, was 'I wouldn't mind stacking his pads.'"

Frank chuckled. "So even female hockey players talk like that huh?"

"Does that mean you wouldn't care if I were to take Frank back into his bedroom and give him the ride of his life?" asked Denae, challengingly.

"Not at all," said Tara nonchalantly "Do you think you are woman enough to handle him?"

"I can hold my own," snapped Denae. Tara stared her down and Denae looked for a minute like she was going to call her bluff.

"Um, excuse me," said Frank, "remember me? The convalescent? I'm afraid that at this moment, I'm in no condition to be party to this dick measuring contest, or whatever you girls term it to be."

"Huh," said Tara thoughtfully, "I wonder what you would call it between two girls."

"A clit measuring contest?" quipped Denae.

"Only between East German weightlifters," said Frank, sending the two girls into a fit of giggling.

"So seriously Frank," said Denae, "where are you thinking about going?"

"Well I was kinda thinking I'd find some nice all inclusive deal so I wouldn't have to worry about anything. I just need to relax and recover."

"So...," said Denae, "are you going alone or is Ron going with you?"

"Nah he has a case he's working on so he can't get away."

"Not thinking about taking anyone else?" Denae was trying to be coy and Tara kept throwing quelling looks at her over Frank's shoulder.

Frank chuckled at Denae's transparent attempt to suggest that he ask Tara. "Well, I really wanted to take Tara, but she has school."

"No she doesn't!" exclaimed Denae quickly.

"Huh?" said Frank, turning to look at Tara. "I thought the Semester started next week."

"Well..." Tara started, but Denae cut her off.

"She has an extra two weeks off because she doesn't report for her internship until February 10th."

"Really," said Frank, "is that a fact?"

"Well, yeah," said Tara, "but Frank you don't have to ask me to go with you. Don't let the little loud-mouth guilt trip you into dragging me along. Go and have fun."

"Don't you want to go with me?" asked Frank, truly a little hurt.

"Well, I mean yeah it would be fun," said Tara carefully, "but I don't want to feel like I invited myself along. Or Denae invited me along, in this case."

Frank chuckled again. "Hey babe, I was wishing I could ask you along way before Denae tried so subtly to suggest it. In fact, it would be a lot more fun if you were with me."

"Are you sure Frank?" asked Tara.

"Unless you can think of some reason you shouldn't go with me," said Frank carefully.

"Oh for Pete's sake, you two drive me crazy. Tara, he wants you to go and would have asked you to go in the first place if he hadn't thought you had school. Frank she wants to go; she just won't admit that she's about ready to burst with excitement."

Frank looked at Tara and he could see her green eyes dancing. "Well?" he asked.

Tara giggled. "Okay, okay, so I want to go. It would be nice to have a little vacation before I start interning, and I can certainly think of worse people to spend a week with."

"Good," said Denae. "Now why don't you to get over yourselves and just figure out where you want to go for 7 nights of fun and fornication"

"Well Tara," said Frank, "any thoughts?"

"Oh I don't know. It's your vacation."

Frank rolled his eyes. "Alright, listen up sweetheart. This is not my vacation anymore, it's OUR vacation. I have plenty of time, and though I don't like to flaunt it, I have plenty of cash. We can go just about anywhere you want to go, so come on. Any ideas?"

"Well," started Tara, looking shyly at the floor, "I've never been to the Caribbean."

"Cruise or island resort?" asked Frank.

"Oh I don't care either way," she said honestly. "I think just being there will be enough. I don't really care about the particulars."

"Well in that case let's skip the cruise. I've never been on a big ship and the idea of getting seasick on top of this headache scares the hell out of me."

"It sounds wonderful." Tara looked at him shyly again. "Frank, are you sure?"

Frank smiled and nodded. "Ok Denae, since you seem to be our travel agent, book it. My wallet's on the table. Put it on my Am Ex."

"Thank you Frank," said Tara softly, kissing him gently.

"My pleasure, hun."

"You bet your ass it's gonna be your pleasure," said Tara in that husky, sultry voice of hers. Frank felt his cock twitch at the sound and its hidden meaning.

For the second time Denae found herself exceedingly jealous of Tara, and it wasn't just because she was going to Caribbean.

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Frank's head was finally feeling better. Though he still had the dull throb, it only flared up when he strained his eyes, like working on his computer or reading for too long. He was excited and really looking forward to his upcoming getaway with Tara. He'd just gotten their tickets and a promo pack from the resort, and decided to pop over to Tara's to show her where they'd be staying.

He knocked on the door and heard Tara's voice call out, "Come on in!" He shrugged and opened the door. And walked in. Tara wasn't in the living room so he threw his coat on the couch and headed to the kitchen. Not seeing her there he headed for the hall when Tara came around the corner.

"Well what do you think?" asked Tara. Just as quickly she let out a shriek. "Frank! What are you doing here?" With that she jumped back into the hallway, hiding so that just her head peeked around the corner.

"Well I got the brochure and tickets from the resort so I thought I'd come over and show em to you." 

"Wait in the living room a minute," snapped Tara.

Frank sat down on the couch and a couple seconds later Tara came out wearing a black silk rob. Frank was puzzled. Why the shyness? "What's wrong? I've seen you naked a few times you know."

Tara giggled. "No not that. Denae ordered a few new swimsuits for me and I was trying them on. They are supposed to be a surprise for you. I thought you were Denae's roommate."

"Ok, so I don't want to spoil the surprise. Do you have one on under that robe right now?"

"No I took it off," said Tara. Slowly Tara pulled the knot which held the silk robe closed and slowly parted the robe open. She stood with her hands on her hips, legs slightly spread, directly in front he Frank, displaying her glorious naked body. Her skin was a deep bronze, so dark it glowed.

"Um, someone's been tanning," said Frank appreciatively.

"That's not all," she said. Walking up to him, Tara took his hand and slid it down her body and between her legs. Frank was shocked at how soft her mound was, her pussy feeling as if it were covered in silk. "I got a fresh wax job this morning. Figured I'd just have em take it all off."

"Soft," was all Frank could say. He let a finger find its way between her pussy lips and drug it up to caress her clit. She sighed. Frank took Tara firmly by the hips and pulled her to the couch. Before she had time to form a protest, Frank dropped his face between her thighs and began to softly lap at her smooth pussy. He licked her inner thighs and the smooth mound which surrounded her supple lips. He let his tongue circle her hardening clit and gently sucked her lips into his mouth, tasting the sweet juices that were starting to collect upon them. He slowly licked down under her pussy until his tongue traced across her caramel asshole, which was as soft and hair-free as the rest of her. At that point she grabbed his head and pulled him up.

"Oh fuck Frank, you gotta stop," she said. "Why?" asked Frank petulantly.

"Hey Tara, watcha doin?" Frank instantly recognized Denae's voice from down the hall.

"That's why," said Tara, sitting up and closing her robe. "Sorry."

"Hey Tara," said Denae coming down the hallway, "This one is totally see through when it's wet. See?"

At that point Denae came bounding into the living room and slid to a stop, startled to see Frank sitting there. She was dripping wet, apparently having just got out of the shower. She was wearing an extremely small purple bikini that left very little to the imagination. What little it did conceal was revealed as the material had turned completely shear from the water she had doused herself with. 

Frank could clearly make out her small dark nipples, poking obscenely through the wet material. The bottom had likewise disappeared and he could make out the small strip of blonde hair and the outlines of her thin pussy lips. The material was so sheer he could even make out the hard nub of her clit, poking out as if begging to be sucked. 

"Oh fuck," she said, covering her self with her hands, "Sorry I didn't know Frank was here."

"Um, nice suit," was all Frank could say.

"Yeah, well it's actually Tara's. I'm just joining the fun," stammered Denae.

"Why so shy?" teased Tara. "You've never had a problem showing you body to guys before."

"Oh fuck off, Tara. He just startled me, that's all."

With that Denae turned and left the room, wiggling her ass as she did. Frank couldn't help but stare at the cute round bottom as she left the room. As soon as she was gone, Tara pounced on Frank, kissing him deeply and hungrily. 

"Damn Frank, have I mentioned how much I love it when you lick my pussy?"

"A time or two," said Frank. "Tara you're too much for me, you know that?"

"Okay, that's a rule for this week," she said firmly. "You are not allowed to talk about our age differences for this entire vacation. Just remember that every forty year old guy on that beach is going to be wishing they were you. Just relish it, and let me relish you treating me like a princess."

"How do you know I'm going to treat you like a princess?

"Because you always do," said Tara as she kissed him on the nose. "Now let's look at those brochures."

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Four days later they were sitting in first class on a 747, sipping champagne and bidding adieu to the blistery winter weather of Minnesota. Frank's head started to hurt again as the cabin pressurized, but once they were airborne and his body had time to adjust, the pain subsided. Now he sat trying to figure out the new camcorder he had bought for the trip, and he wasn't having much luck.

"Damn thing," he said in frustration, jamming it back in the case. "I give up. I'll figure it out later."

Tara giggled and laid her head on his should, her arms wrapping around his left arm and hugging it tightly. Frank smiled and caressed her hair. There wasn't much of the serious, mature Tara showing today, for she was filled with girlish excitement which she was barely able to contain.

"Frank, thank you," she said with a sigh.

"For what, being a complete schmuck with electronics?"

"Don't be facetious, Frank. No, I mean for taking me along. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. I've always wanted to go to some place exotic."

"I'm sure you'll fit right in with all the other exotic beauties." Frank could only imagine how she'd look wearing the see through bathing suit Denae had tried on. Funny, as hot as Denae was, his thoughts weren't on how she had looked in the suit, but rather imagining how Tara would look in it.

"I'm gonna get some sleep Frank."

"Good idea hun, I think I'll join you." With that, Frank drifted off to sleep.

A jolt of turbulence woke him. Glancing to his left he saw Tara, seat back, curled slightly on her left side, asleep. He resisted the temptation to reach out and touch her, not wanting to wake her. Blinking his eyes he looked at his watch and realize he'd slept for almost two hours. The sky outside was dark and the lights in the cabin were turned down. Becoming fully aware of his surroundings, he realized that his tray was down and sitting on it was his camera.

On the camera was a folded note. He opened the note and read it. "Frank, I think I got this figured out. Turn it on and hit the play button. Make sure no one else can see the screen and use your headphones! Tara."

Frank glanced first at Tara, then at the camera. What had she been up to? He glanced around the first class cabin to see what the other passengers were up to. Everyone appeared to be sleeping, except the kid sitting across the aisle, but he was too engrossed in his video game to notice anything else. The seats directly behind them were empty. Curiosity took control and he picked up the camera. He fumbled in his bag for his headphones and plugged them in. Angling his body so that the small screen was facing the window, he reached out and hit the play button.

The small LCD screen flashed to life and he saw Tara's smiling face, her eyes dancing with mirth. "Frank, if you don't have you headphones on, you better stop right now." The picture bumped as she set the camera down. Frank could see now that she was in one of the airplane's lavatories, the camera apparently now sitting on the sink. The picture started to widen out and Tara wiggled the remote at the camera. When she licked her lips and started to cup her breasts, Frank quickly shot a glance over at the slumbering Tara. 

"Don't look at me, Frank," whispered Tara's voice in his ear, "watch the screen." Frank snapped his attention back to the action unfolding on the 2 ½ inch screen in his hand. 

Slowly Tara pulled down the straps of her green tank dress, revealing the lime green lace bra she wore beneath. Frank watch enrapt as she unhooked the bra and tossed it to the floor. Her large breasts fell just slightly as they were released from their lace prison. Slowly she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping and caressing them, all the while looking straight into the camera. When she pinched both nipples firmly between her fingers, her eyes closed, her mouth parted, and her velvet tongue came forth to wet her luscious lips. 

She pushed the tank dress down to her waist and continued to caress her torso for another few seconds, running her hands over her flat stomach. Next she lifted the skirt of the dress and gathered it around her waist. Frank watched hypnotized as she revealed the skimpy lime panties which barely covered her crotch. She inserted a finger into her mouth and sucked on it for a few agonizing seconds, still staring into the camera lens. It was then that Frank realized he was becoming painfully erect.

She slowly slid the wet finger down her torso, leaving a trail of glistening saliva as it passed through her cleavage. Frank started to squirm as she slid the wet finger under the brief triangle of lace and began to caress her pussy. Tara's eyes closed again and her head tilted back slightly; then again she looked back straight into the camera. She smiled and licked her lips until they glistened with wetness in the light of the lavatory.




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 03



Tara then withdrew her hand and slid the panties down quickly, leaving the dress bunched about her waist. She sat back on the toilet and leaned back. Placing her feet on the sink on either side of the camera. Frank once more squirmed at the pain in his crotch, desperately wishing he could release his cock from its restriction. Tara then began to slowly run her fingers through the folds of her quim. Frank could see the wetness dripping between her fingers. He could see how hot this was making her. It was certainly working him over.

Tara reached out with her wet hand and grabbed the remote and the picture zoomed in to a tight shot of her pussy. Frank reached out and picked up the remote, looking around before raising it to his nose. The musky scent of Tara's juice still clung to the remote, and his cock throbbed painfully. Looking back at the screen he saw that Tara now had two fingers of one hand buried deeply in her pussy. The other hand furiously circled her glistening clit, which was clearly visible as she pulled back the hood to expose it. 

It was all Frank could do not to yank his prick from his pants and start jerking off right there in the middle of first class. The picture on the screen was filled with the visage of Tara's pussy, frantically working fingers and dripping juices. For what seemed like an eternity she slowly worked her fingers deep into herself while attacking the nub of her clit. She withdrew her fingers and the image of her pussy was replaced by the image of her face, held close to the camera.

"Do you know how hard it is not to moan and scream in here, Frank?" she whispered into the microphone. "I hope you've liked the show so far. If you have, you're gonna love the finale!"

With that she turned around and bent forward, he ass filling the screen. She moved about obviously trying to center herself in the frame, and Frank realized she must be watching the screen over her shoulder. Soon Frank was once more gazing upon the beautiful sight of her bare pussy, this time from the back. Her lips were dark and swollen, her clit was erect and protruding from the hood and above the parted lips was parked the tight caramel star of her asshole. Everything was wet, saturated with her juices. Frank could only image the thick scent of sex which must have hung in the air of the cramped lavatory. 

Frank saw Tara's fingers snaked up between her legs and begin to once more gently rub her clit. Her other hand snaked down over her ass and two fingers slid effortlessly into her hot pussy. She pumped them deep and then pulled them slowly up to spread her juices all over her asshole. She repeated the process three times until her nether hole was fully lubed. Frank could only stare in amazement. Tara dipped once more into her pussy with her middle finger, swirling it around to collect as much fluid as she could, before withdrawing it and presenting it to her ass. 

Slowly, firmly, Tara pushed until the sopping digit slid into her asshole to the first knuckle. She paused, the pushed a bit deeper. She withdrew a bit then pushed back in, keeping her pressure firm until she had her finger buried to the last knuckle in her ass. Her remaining fingers she spread her swollen pussy lips apart, revealing the bright pink of her inner folds to the camera. Slowly at first she began to frig her ass, pumping her finger in and out as her other hand ground into her clit with quickening pace and growing pressure. Before long she was matching the pace of both hands, pumping her long finger in and out of the tight ring of her ass and wailing on her clit with abandon. Try though she might to be quite, Frank could hear her muffled panting as she pumped drove herself to orgasm.

When she reached the plateau her whole body locked. She stopped rubbing her clit, stopped frigging her ass. Frank watched as her body convulsed and her asshole clenched around her finger. Through her still splayed labia he could see the muscle of her pussy spasming as the orgasm swept over her. From her inner folds, a last convulsion pushed a small rivulet of juice, which ran slowly down her slit. Catching it with a finger, she gently caressed it across her clit, giving it a parting rub. She slowly withdrew her finger, and Frank watched in wonder as her caramel rosebud twitched twice and closed. 

Tara spun around and sat heavily on the toilet. Her bare tits heaving as she fought to catch her breath. She leaned in close to the camera and whispered into the mic, "Frank, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me. The only thing missing was you. With that she kissed the lens and the screen went blank. 

Frank looked up to see Tara, still curled in her sleeping position, watching him. "Well?" she asked. Slowly she ran a hand up his leg. 

"Fuck Tara, stop it!" he exclaimed. "Don't touch me or I'll cum right in my pants!"

"Really?" she asked, and leaned forward. fumbling with the buttons on his pants. 

"What are you doing? Stop it!" Frank hissed. Too late though, Tara freed his straining cock from his pants and slammed half of it into her mouth. With the state he was in it took just three strokes of Tara's hand as two seconds of lashing of her tongue to make Frank explode into her mouth. He bit his lip painfully and let his head fall back against the window of the plane as his cum rocketed into her mouth. Tara rolled her tongue over his cock as she took his entire load, somehow swallowing every drop. When he was spent she loving lapped up and down the sides, cleaning the last vestiges of his orgasm away. 

Frank looked around the darkened cabin and was surprised to see everyone still sleeping, oblivious to the oral attack he had just suffered. That when his eyes met those of the young man across the aisle. He stared at Frank with wide eyes, his jaw dropped open and his video game still poise in his hands as if frozen by the sight. He dropped his eyes slightly and Frank followed his gaze, realizing that Tara's skirt had hiked up and her ass was totally exposed to the boy, and probably more if she hadn't put her panties back on. He saw Tara licking up and down Frank's shaft and looked back up at Frank with a look of shocked amazement. 

Tara put his cock back in his pants and sat back in her seat, licking her lips sexily. She followed Frank's eyes to look at the staring young man, who turned instantly red. Far from being embarrassed, Tara flirtatiously blew him a kiss, and pulled the Skymall catalog from the seat back in front of her. The young man, still blushing, dropped his game into the seat next to him and tried to head to the front lavatory with some dignity, his plight made difficult by the straining hard on he now possessed. 

Frank chuckled. "I wonder what he's off to do."

"You should have offered him the camera," said Tara sexily.

"Baby, I don't think he'll need it after that show you just gave him. That's a little bold for you, isn't it?"

"Frank," said Tara staring seriously into his eyes, "You're lucky I didn't mount you!"

Frank laughed and kissed her passionately. "So answer me one question," Frank asked, "did you put your put your panties back on?"

"No," Tara said slyly.

"Then our young friend really got a show!"

Tara giggled. "Well I guess he'll have one hell of a story to tell the frat brothers when he gets home."

"Must be the stripper in you huh?" said Frank teasingly.

Tara smiled. "You can take the girl out of the strip club, but..."

They landed in Miami and switched to a smaller jet which continued their flight to the small island resort. The flight took another two hours, during which Frank and Tara took every opportunity to stoke each other's arousal. Tara would lean over Frank to look out the window, slyly dropping a hand into Franks lap to grasp his cock. Frank slid his hand under Tara's tray table and slowly stroked her bare thigh, sliding his hand up her skirt but stopping just shy of her pantiless crotch. In response to this, Tara pulled ice cubes out of her drink and began to suck on them, swirling her tongue around the quickly melting ice cubes.

Frank watched in amusement until he noticed the blonde woman sitting across the isle staring in their direction. Frank made eye contact with her, and the woman quickly dropped her eyes back to her book. Frank wondered how long she had been watching them, and smiled as he saw her blush in embarrassment at being caught looking. Suddenly feeling adventuresome, and knowing that most of the other couples on the flight weren't paying any attention to them, Frank leaned over and kissed Tara deeply. Their tongues twirled the ice cube back and for the between their mouths, and they kissed until it had melted. When it was gone, Tara broke the kiss and quickly popped another ice cube into her mouth. Again they resumed their icy kiss. 

Frank slid a hand down her body to caress Tara's ass. As he did, he peeked one eye through her scarlet hair to look at the blonde across the aisle. He saw her slyly watching them from the corner of her eye, pretending to read her book. Frank continued to caress Tara's rear, sliding his hand further down to stroke her bare thigh. He saw the blonde's nipples harden through her satin blouse and her face flushed again. She reached up and turned up the air over her seat, then unbuttoned another button on her blouse. As she brought her hand down she clandestinely caressed her breast and hardened nipple. 

Frank continued to kiss Tara, dropping his lips to her neck, inhaling her strawberry scented hair. "Is she watching us?" whispered Tara in Frank's ear.

"Yep," said Frank in her ear.

"That is so hot," she said.

Frank chuckled lightly. "I didn't know you had an exhibitionist side to you," he whispered.

"Neither did I," she replied softly, "but I guess so. I'd suggest we give her a better show, but no one's sleeping on this flight."

"I might be able to work something up." Frank then pulled Tara closer to him so that her legs were crossed toward him, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs to just below her buttocks. He then kissed her again and took another ice cube from the glass. Instead of bringing it to their mouths, he placed it on the back of her thigh, just above the knee. Tara gasped into his mouth at the cold touch, a gasp that dissolved into a slight moan as he slid the melting ice cube up her thigh. He moved his lips back to her neck so he could watch the blonde woman through the veil of Tara's hair. Her book was shaking and she was now staring at the ice cube as it slowly climbed Tara's bare thigh. 

Frank smiled as the blonde licked her lips, her breathing becoming quickened. Frank continued to slide the cube up her thigh, and when he reached the hem of her skirt, his ascent did not stop. He slid the cube deftly under Tara's skirt and between her thighs, lodging it firmly against her bare pussy. Tara's head snapped back and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. The blonde promptly dropped her book into the aisle and it slid across to rest by Tara's seat. 

As she scrambled for it, Tara uncoiled with the fluidity and grace of the professional dancer in one motion. "I'll get it," she said sweetly. She bent low and picked up the book, handing it to the blonde. As she reached across the aisle, Tara stayed bent, giving the blonde a great shot of her ample cleavage. 

"Thank you," the blonde stammered.

"My pleasure," Tara replied. With a wink Tara sat back and curled back up in Frank's arms. The blonde put the book in the empty seat next to her and stood up quickly, looking around for the lavatory. Finding the right direction, she headed off at a brisk pace.

Frank chuckled. "Well that's the second person you've sent running for the bathroom to relieve some tension."

Tara giggled. "That one was all you Frank."

"Oh I don't know. It was your ass she was staring at, not mine."

"Really?" said Tara. "You know, I used to get a real charge out of the girls who'd come into the club and watch me dance."

"Oh really?" said Frank teasingly. "So we've been experimenting in college with our sexuality?"

Tara blushed prettily. "Once or twice. I had a roommate one year who was a lesbian, actually. And before you ask, no we never did it. But I did watch wind up watching her and her girlfriend one night. I have to admit it was pretty erotic."

"And you didn't join in?" 

"No," she said rolling her eyes, "I didn't."

"So who did you experiment with? Some girl from the club?" Frank was starting to get very aroused by this train of conversation.

Tara smiled lustily at him. "Look Frank, if I tell you that story you're gonna rip my clothes off right here on the plane. I'll tell you all about it later. Let's just say I liked it but I like boys better. It's just not the same. Still it's very exciting to me that women find me attractive. I mean it's the ultimate compliment when another woman finds you arousing, especially if she's beautiful herself."

"Well the blonde across the way might fall into that category."

"Yeah," said Tara looking over at the empty seat, "she was pretty hot, wasn't she? SO you think I should grab the camera and head back to the lavatory? Offer to give her a hand?"

Frank was about to answer when the stewardess came over the speaker announcing their descent. Frank snapped his fingers. "Aw shucks. Maybe next time." 

Tara giggled and fastened her seat belt. The blonde returned to her seat and struggled to look straight ahead or out the window, anywhere but at Frank and Tara. Frank could tell she was still a bit flushed and could detect just the hint of a smile on her face. As she stowed her bag under the seat in front of her, he noticed her slide a handful of cloth into the bag. He couldn't be sure from the quick glance, but his instincts told him those must have been her panties. Frank bet she had soaked them through watching him and Tara. So far this was starting off to be one hell of a weekend.

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The island was of course, gorgeous. The lush foliage, the high majestic palm trees, and the brilliant blue of the water; all these were new and exciting. Frank reveled in Tara's delight, realizing that unlike his ex-wife, Tara fully appreciated everything he was doing for her. The simple acknowledgement that he had done something special meant more to him than anything Tara could say or do or give him in return.

The island was a private one, devoted strictly to the resort, its 50 room hotel, and all the other facilities which accompanied it. A marina, half a dozen private bungalows, 3 beaches, and a small airport were the few structures which dotted the island. There was a small apartment complex which housed the local workers for the hotel, but no local village, per say. The resort was exquisite, built with style and grandeur, and featured a gorgeous dining room with a four star chef, a marble columned swimming pool, a full service spa and a small lounge. There was very little shopping on the island, though daily boat trips were available to take guests to other islands for shopping and entertainment opportunities at other nearby resorts. This wasn't your standard commercial resort; it was designed for quiet and privacy.

There was also a carefully maintained series of nature trails which wound their way through the thick jungle which covered the small island. When the resort had been built, the owner had taken great pains to maintain as much of the natural habitat as possible, thus maintaining the natural beauty of a Caribbean paradise.

Their room was amazing. The foyer opened into a sunken living room with floors of white marble. Against one wall was a fireplace and in front of it a seating area with a sofa and two thickly padded chairs, all in an off white leather. Centering the room was a gorgeous Persian rug which swirled with a myriad of pale blues and silvers. Opposite the fireplace was a wet bar which looked well stocked, not your typical hotel minibar. The entire wall directly opposite the main entrance was made of glass, split by twin French doors of silver and glass which stood open to admit the ocean breeze. Shear white curtains fluttered about the opened doors. Beyond them was a terrace, complete with a pair of chaise lounge chairs and seclude from the neighboring terraces with ivy.

Just beyond the fireplace was the entrance to the bedroom. A huge king-size bed with a canopy of white satin dominated the bedroom, the floor of which was covered in a thick plush white carpet. The bedroom opened into the bathroom. This time a pale blue marble covered the floor and walls. Twin sinks with polished chrome fixtures ran along one wall while the other side of the room was dominated by a large marble tub. Set further back in the room was a cylindrical glass shower.

"Um, Frank?" asked Tara after silently examining the room. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Like what?" asked Frank in confusion.

"Are you like king of this island? Filthy rich, perhaps? I mean, I'm just spit balling here, but I dare say this room cost a fortune."

"Well, it was a bit spendy."

"How much?" asked Tara.

"Now Tara," Frank said frowning, "I'm not telling you that. Just don't worry about it."

"Frank," she said forcefully, her hands on her hips.

"Well, I guess it was about $800 a day, but remember that covers everything."

"$800 a day!" exclaimed Tara. "Are you fucking nuts Frank?"

Frank smiled. "No worries, it's all taken care of."

"What are you planning on pimping us out to cover the bill, because I got news for you Frank, you're gonna have to pitch in and help to raise that much."

Frank laughed. "No dear, though I daresay you could make that much in an hour should you ever decide on a career change." He came up to put his arms around her.

Tara pushed him back. "I'm serious Frank! That's way too much to spend on me. I mean, I'll admit I love it here, but come on Frank. It's just too much."

Tara frowned. "Look Frank, this kind of place, it just implies too much. I mean, we aren't in a serious relationship and you spend that kinda money to take me somewhere? It's too much. Too much pressure."

Frank smiled. "OK, now I understand. Don't worry dear, no pressure for anything more than we've already discussed." He tilted her chin up to look at him. "Look, remember that little punk who popped me? Well his daddy just does happen to be loaded. He contacted me wanting to head off a lawsuit. Hell I hadn't even thought about suing, but apparently Ron had. He had contacted the boy claiming to represent me. When he told Ron told me I was pissed; I wasn't gonna sue anyone over something that happened on the ice, even if it was deliberate. 

"Well, the guy actually came to see me and apologize for his son. Much to Ron's chagrin I told him I wasn't gonna sue him. The guy said he respected that a great deal and wanted to pay my medical bills anyway. As it turns out, he also owns some big travel agency, and offered me a trip anywhere I wanted to recuperate. When I told him I was thinking Caribbean, he put this deal together. So you see my dear, this whole trip is free."

"Well, not really," said Frank, wincing. "I guess I did have to take one hell of a shot to get it. So are we cool then?"

"Actually," said Tara smiling, "this heat is killing me. I think we should take off some of these clothes, don't you?"

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Their first few days had been spent lounging on the beach, swimming in the sapphire waters of the lagoon and fucking on every horizontal surface in the room. Now it was time for something different. Frank had wanted to get away from the other guests so they decided to take a walk on the nature trails. They headed out, Frank wearing shorts and a loose cotton skirt, Tara one of her new bikinis and a tank top and thin shirt. They set off holding hands and walking slowly through the jungle. Colorful birds flew about the trees and bright flowers broke up the green of the broad jungle plants. There was peace and wonder, and not a soul around.




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"Frank, I don't know if it's the Caribbean air or just my inner slut talking here," said Tara, "but I have this uncontrollable desire to rip of your shorts and do you right here in the middle of the trail. What say we leave the trail here and see if we can find some nice secluded place."

Frank looked around. "Well, how can I say no to that?"

They left the trail and started to pick their way through the dense jungle foliage. After about 10 minutes they came upon a scene that was like something out of a fairy tale. Before them was a small pool, maybe 60 feet across, filled with crystal clear water. The source of the pond was a small waterfall which stood at one end. Probably no more than 25 or 30 feet high, the water cascaded gently into the pool in a solid sheet, creating a wall of liquid glass against the moss covered rock wall behind it. The water bled off into a small stream which headed off toward the sea.

"Feel like a swim?" asked Frank.

"I thought you'd never ask." With that Tara peeled off her tank top and skirt and dove into the water. She was wearing the purple micro bikini that Frank had seen Danae wearing back in Minneapolis, and as soon as it became wet, it practically disappeared. 

Frank watched as Tara floated on her back. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the now translucent fabric, and he could just barely make out the fleshy outline of her slit. Smiling, Frank peeled off his top and his shorts to reveal the skin tight Speedo he wore beneath it.

"Oh my gawd!" Tara exclaimed, swimming over to look up at Frank. "Where did you get that thing?"

Frank chuckled. "A present from Danae. I found it in my bag when we got here."

The small black Speedo had looked about three sizes too small. He stood on the bank of the pool, feeling suddenly self-conscious and wishing he hadn't worn the damned thing. "Oh my, Frank, that is so sexy!"

"Bullshit! I look ridiculous in this thing." He said, disgustedly.

"I love the way it frames your cock. It's almost like it's alive!" Tara reached up and ran her fingernails across the bulging outline of his dick. His cock started to rise at her touch, stretching the fabric of the suit even further.

Frank lowered himself into the pool and into Tara's waiting arms. Their lips met ins a firm yet tender kiss. They floated in each others arms, kissing and caressing. The water of the pool was only about 5 feet deep, and was crisp and clean as Frank licked it off of Tara's skin, obviously coming from some spring or another rather than the salty sea. He suckled and nipped at her nipples through the thin fabric of the swimsuit as he lifted her out of the water, his hands cupping her supple ass.

Tara reached up and pulled off the useless bikini top, tossing it to the bank with their other clothes, and wrapped her legs around Frank's waist. Frank caressed her bare ass and she leaned back, floating as she ground her lycra clad pussy against his spandex covered cock. Her hair spread out like a crimson halo in the water and her breasts broke the surface of the water, her nipples pointing skyward and aching to be caressed. Frank obliged, gently squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. 

Tara moaned and caressed his strong forearms, then reaching up and pulling his head toward her chest. Frank licked and sucked at her hardened nipples, suckling the sweet spring water from her bare breasts. His hands caressed down her sides and he found the ties on her bikini bottom. With a single pull the g-string came free and he tossed it casually to the bank. Following his lead, Tara struggled to pull the tight Speedo off his muscular legs and with a bit of help from Frank, added it to the pile of clothing on the back of the pool. She reached down and lovingly stroked his now rigid 10 inch cock. Frank dropped his hand to her crotch and ran a single finger up her soft, bare slit. He smiled at the slick wetness of it, her juices over powering even immersion in the pool. 

Tara wrapped her legs about Frank's waist again and guided the head of his cock to her pussy. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him, and he began to slide into her slowly. As wet as she was, he always had a bit of a time getting into her tight cunt, and the water was making it more difficult by washing away some of her natural lubrication. Still after a few slow yet firm strokes, he was buried to the hilt in her delicious pussy. The stayed that way, their lips locked in a slow lingering kiss, for what seemed like hours. Finally Tara started to move, grinding her hips in circular motions. Frank then began to slowly move her hips back and forth, stroking her along the length of his shaft.

After a few minutes Tara broke her lip lock on Frank's neck and looked into his eyes. "Carry me over there. I want you to fuck me under the waterfall." She was panting, endlessly kissing his neck.

Frank carried her slowly through the water of the shallow pool. Tara continued to grind her hips against him as they moved, stroking his cock and keeping him aroused. They reached the waterfall and found the water to be only a waist deep. There they stood for a few minute, the water slamming down onto them as they kissed and caressed. Tara leaned back and found there was a small air pocket between the water wall and the rock wall behind it. She leaned back against the soft moss which covered the rock. 

"Fuck me, Frank. Deeper," she moaned.

Frank lifted one leg up over his shoulder while the other stayed around his waist, and adjusting his angle, thrust deeper into her. The head of his large cock lodged tightly against the back wall of her pussy, causing her to gasp and grab his shoulders in surprise. 

"Oh yeah Frank, that's it! Fuck me baby. Harder."

Her inner slut was definitely out and in control today, which was just fine to Frank. His normal disposition as a passionate, gentle lover was gone, replaced by a feral lust. The raw animalistic sensations that had been aroused in both of them must have been caused by the untamed wild of this area, the natural instincts to mate replacing their artificial inhibitions and leading them to a total release of sexual energy. Frank pounded into her pussy, ignoring the water which hammered his face, taking his breath away. Tara's fingers clawed at his arms and back and he savagely gripped her ass. As Frank leaned through the water to catch a breath and saw Tara staring at him, her eyes on fire with animalistic passion. Her scarlet hair hard turned to a dark blood red which clung to her and whipped about as they coupled, enhancing the raw sexuality which radiated from her like an uncontrollable force.

"Yeah Frank, fuck me. Fuck me with that big monster cock of yours. Stretch me till I hurt Frank." She was growling through clenched teeth and it was too much for him. He leaned through the water and pinned her roughly to the moss covered rock. She grunted as the rocks dug into her back and drove her fingernails into his ass, trying to pull him deeper. Roughly grabbed a breast and squeezed her nipple roughly, just like she liked. Tara responded by sinking her teeth into his shoulder and neck.

With a guttural growl, Frank exploded inside her. The force of his cum shot send Tara over the edge too. As their orgasms rocked their bodies they growled, spasmed and clawed at each other, fingers leaving red marks. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock and he unleashed his seed into her and when their orgasms subsided, Frank collapsed into Tara's arms. They stood there, Frank's torso crushing her deliciously against the moss covered rock, growling into each other's necks as they tried to catch their breaths behind the water fall. The water crashed across Frank's back and mist covered their faces. Finally, Tara started to chuckle.

"Holy shit," she said, still short of breath, "so that's what they mean by Jungle Fucking." 

"Literally," Frank replied to the pun. He reached up and stroked a strand of hair from her face, is gentleness returning. "I'm sorry Tara, did I hurt you? I don't know I just kinda lost control." 

"You and me both," she said. "My head is still spinning. Wow, must be something in the air."

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen you like that. Or me, for that matter."

"Caribbean air, the jungle paradise, doing it under a waterfall; I guess it brings out the animal in us," said Tara. "Fuck Frank, when I felt you cum it was like a bomb went off in my body. I just exploded when I came."

"Well, I can honestly say this was one in a million. How many people actually get to fuck under a waterfall?

Tara laughed. "I daresay everyone who finds this place?"

Frank laughed. "You're probably right. Still, I can honestly say I'll never forget this day."

"Me either," said Tara with sudden tenderness. She kissed Frank softly on the lips, all traces of the animalistic lust gone. "Thank you, Frank." 

"You're welcome, Tara." With a sigh and another kiss he said, "we should probably be getting back, eh?"

"Tara sighed and unwrapped her legs from his torso. As they headed back to their clothes, Frank thought he saw a figure duck back into the jungle. A flash of blonde hair and thin legs. Frank looked out of the corner of his eye as he bent to pick up his cloths and got a good view of their voyeur. It was her alright.

"Hey Tara," he whispered, "don't look now but our blonde friend from the flight in is here."

"Where?" she replied softly.

"Over there, in the trees."

"Hmm. Should we give her a show?" Tara was obviously getting into exploring her exhibitionist side. Frank however, wasn't so sure.

"I think she's seen enough," he said. He glanced back to where he had seen her and noticed the greenery rustling. "Looks like she has retreated to the safety of the jungle."

At the word jungle, Tara raised her head and looked around, giggling. "What's so funny?" asked Frank.

"Wait until I tell Danae I really got Jungle Fucked," she said.

Frank just groaned and shook his head.

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They were getting ready for dinner when there was knock on their door. Frank opened the door and took the envelope from the waiting bellman. He opened it to find a CD and a note. Intrigued, he crossed to where his computer was hooked up and popped the disk in. 

"Who was that?" asked Tara, coming out of the bedroom.

Frank's eyes popped when he saw her. She wore a long simple dress of black silk which flowed around her as she walked like liquid obsidian. The low-cut neckline was studded with rhinestones and the way it showed her ample breasts was alluring yet not too revealing. Her nipples stood out clearly, but in a way that was beautiful and natural, rather than obscene. "Wow!" was all he could say.

"You like?" she asked with a girlish grin, and twirled slowly. "I was lamenting to one of the ladies downstairs that I hadn't brought anything elegant enough for the dining room, and she drug me over to the concierge. He had a catalogues from a couple of shops on nearby islands. They actually let me pick out three different dresses and had them sent over yesterday to try on. Then when I found the one I wanted, they just charged it to the room and our friend in Minneapolis."

"Well I'm sure he'd agree its worth whatever it cost him!" The back was cut so low that if it were but two inches lower you'd be able to see the cleft of Tara's ass. The slit up the side slid just enough to reveal the lacey top of the thigh high black stockings she wore. "Tara you look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, Frank," she said blushing. "I was just sitting there the other night looking around at all those ladies in these gorgeous dresses and I felt really underdressed. I mean, believe me I know I look good in my little red dress and all, but I just wanted something older looking. This just makes me feel more grown up, I guess."

"Well, whatever makes you happy," he said. "I never really thought there was anything wrong with what you had been wearing, but I'll admit you certainly do look like a lady of means in that dress. I hope I can make myself presentable enough to be seen with you."

"I believe you can handle it," she said walking up and kissing him sweetly. "So, what's this you're looking at? Porn?" She looked over his shoulder with keen interest. The screen showed a picture of two people locked in a passionate embrace in the middle of a swimming pool or something.

"Kinda," said Frank, hitting the next key. The screen dissolved into a close-up of Tara floating on her back, her breasts reaching skyward as Frank's hands supported her waist.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Where'd you get these?"

Frank handed her the note. She quickly read it. 

Hello. First off I must say that you are two of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I feel horribly embarrassed, but I must admit that I have invaded your privacy. Earlier today I was exploring the jungle, taking photographs, when I came upon you making love in the waterfall pool. I was overcome by the beauty and passion of the scene before me. I could not help myself and I began to photograph you. I was entranced by you, your passion for each other was breathtaking. I continued clicking away, capturing the scene before me. It was purely instinct. 

When I returned to my room and began to look through the pictures, I was again overcome by the passion I saw displayed before me. Almost as suddenly though, I was overcome with remorse. It was wrong of me and unfair to intrude upon such a personal moment of intimacy. I destroyed the files, erasing them from my camera and computer. Before I did though, I had to burn a CD of them so that you could see for yourself how beautiful you are together. This is the only remaining copy of these files. Again I apologize for my intrusion and hope you will forgive my momentary lapse of reason. Chalk it up to being overcome by the strength of your passion. 

Sincerely, an unwitting voyeur.

"Wow," said Tara. "If that's not the biggest compliment I've ever gotten I don't know what is. What could top that?"

"You've obviously never had a stripper have an orgasm while giving you a lap dance," Frank said slyly. 

Tara glared at him drolly. "Touché. So you think this was our blonde friend from the airplane?"

"Oh I do believe so," said Frank. 

"Well, you better go get dressed for dinner"

As Frank got up, Tara slid into his place. "What are you gonna do?" he asked.

"I'm gonna see how hot we really are." With a wink Tara began to peruse the photos on the CD. Frank went off to change, fighting the urge to slide in next to Tara for a viewing of his own.

Walking into the dining room with a beauty half his age was certainly good for Frank's ego. Tonight she was a picture of elegance that would have made a king leave his queen, yet sexy enough to turned a gay man straight. The were shown to a small table and ordered wine and dinner. As they ate, a lady who looked to be in her late 50's stopped and touched Tara on the shoulder. Tara stood and kissed the lady on both cheeks.

"Frank this is Countess Debarge. She's the lady who helped me procure this dress."

Frank stood and kissed the lady's hand. "It is a pleasure, Countess, and I must say thank you for helping Tara to feel more at home in these surroundings."

"Nonsense," said the Countess, "the young woman was being silly. It wasn't like she was walking around with half her behind hanging out, looking like some little tart, as most young women do these days. Running around flaunting your body is fine for the beach, but I find our youth today highly lacking in appropriate behavior in more formal social settings, such as this. Personally, I found her celebration of her youth to be quite tasteful and refreshing. Still, I must say my dear you do look positively ravishing in that gown."

"Thank you, Countess," Tara said blushing. 

"Well, I must let you get back to your meal It was a pleasure to meet you Frank."

"The pleasure was mine," he said, once more kissing her hand.

"Quite charming, isn't he?" she said to Tara with a wink. Tara blushed more fiercely and the Countess continued on her way out of the dinging room.

"So now we're hobnobbing with royalty, eh?" said Frank teasingly.

"She's so sweet, really. I met her at the spa the other day. She mentioned that she was a regular here and I commented that I was considering going shopping because I didn't have anything to wear, blah blah blah. You know the rest."

"And when did you find out she was a Countess?" asked Frank smiling.

"When the Concierge called her Countess. Turns out she was married to some Count in France, or Spain or something, I don't recall."

Frank chuckled, "Funny, I didn't catch any accent."

"Well, she's originally from Miami. When her husband died, she turned over the estate to her son and moved back to Miami."

"Ah, I see," said Frank, distractedly. He had noticed the blonde from the plane sitting at a nearby table. She was barely eating and kept looking over as if she couldn't keep her eyes off the pair.

"Frank are you listening to me?" asked Tara a bit perturbed. 

"Sorry hun," he said. "Our friend is over at the table to your left and she appears to be having a hard time keeping her eyes on her own paper, as it were."

"Really," Tara drawled. She then made a show of crossing her legs and sliding the gown's skirt to the side. The slit parted around her leg to reveal the top of a lacey stoking and the black satin strap of a garter. Frank wasn't sure about the blonde, but he knew what it did to him. His cock gave a massive throb and started to stiffen.

"Oh man, Tara," said Frank, "that's not fair. Don't you think this poor woman has suffered enough? Do you have to torture her?"

Tara giggled. "I can't help myself," she whispered conspiratorially, "The thought of teasing her is just turning me on. Maybe I am an exhibitionist."

"Is there therapy for that?" asked Frank mockingly.

"Yep," she said, "but the only way I know to break the habit is to abstain from sex completely. Shall I try that, Frank?"

"Alright," he said defeated, "you win. Tease away."

They finished their meal and got up to leave. When they got to the door, Tara stopped and looked back at the room. "Frank how sure are you that the blonde was the mystery photographer?"

"I got a pretty good look at her at the pool," he said. "Why?"

"Just curious," she said. "Say Frank, I'm gonna check and see if I can get in for a massage tomorrow. Why don't you head upstairs and order some champagne. I feel like something sparkly tonight."

"OK babe, whatever you want." He kissed her, being careful not to smear the bright pink lipstick she wore, and headed up to the room. 

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The door opened and Frank came out of the bedroom to meet Tara. He was wearing a black silk robe and a pair of black silk boxers. She he came around the corner he was shocked to see that she was not alone. Standing there in the foyer with her was the blonde.

"Hey Frank, I'd like you to meet Colleen."

She reached out and took the blonde's hand, pulling her into the living room. Frank crossed the distance and took Colleen's hand and kissed it. "Welcome," he said. Colleen was a deep shade of red and almost squirming under his eyes.

"Frank, get us a drink," said Tara, "while we go sit down." She took the girl's hand and led her down in to the sunken living room and placed her on the couch, curling up beside her. Frank returned and handed the two women glasses of champagne and sat in one of the leather chairs, careful to take the one next to Tara so Colleen wouldn't feel trapped. He wasn't sure what Tara was up to, but this should be interesting.

"So Colleen, are you a professional photographer?" asked Frank playfully. He didn't want to scare her, but he wasn't going to let her off that easily.




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"Um, no," said Colleen, "I'm a travel writer, actually. I'm reviewing the resort for my company."

"Well, You should consider a career change," he said. "Those photos you took of us were very well done."

Colleen looked ready to cry. "Look Frank, I'm so sorry. Tara said it was ok, but I still feel really bad. I never meant to invade your privacy and I wasn't stalking you. It's just that, well something just happened."

"Kinda like on the plane?" asked Frank.

Colleen looked stunned. "You knew I was watching you?"

Tara giggled. "Yeah we did," she said. "I have to admit, I found it extremely erotic knowing you were watching us."

"It's really OK, Colleen," said Frank leaning forward. "We were showing off as much for you on that plane as you were watching us. I don't think either Tara or I are really exhibitionists, but I have to admit it was strangely arousing. Maybe it's something about this place."

Colleen smiled. "It does seem to be charged with positive energy, doesn't it? I mean, I've been horny ever since I got here."

"You know, Colleen," said Tara soothingly, "as far as fetishes go, being a voyeur is pretty tame."

"Well," said Colleen again being very shy, "I'm really not much of a voyeur. I don't look at porn or anything. There was just something about you on that plane that got me really hot. Then at the pool, well..."

"What, Colleen?" said Tara. She was obviously using her psychologist voice and it was working.

"Well," Colleen said shyly, "I think you had a lot to do with it Tara. No offense Frank, you're a really attractive guy, but I'm not into guys. I'm more into girls."

"So you're a lesbian?" asked Frank calmly. Colleen nodded. "Well I can certainly see why you'd be attracted to Tara. But you keep saying it was watching us that got you so hot. Was it us, or just her?"

"Oh no," Colleen said quickly, "it was definitely seeing you two together. I mean Tara's obviously a knock out, but there was something about watching you to that just really turned me on. That's what's so weird, usually watching a man and woman go at it wouldn't do it for me."

"So you don't like men at all?" asked Tara.

"Oh I don't know," said Colleen. "I mean, I've been with men before, but they just seem to be so clumsy in bed. There's just something delicate about making love to a woman. It's just more sensual, I guess."

"I see," said Tara. 

"Look Tara," said Colleen setting down her champagne, "can I ask why you brought me up here?"

"I'm a bit curious about that myself," said Frank, leaning back in his chair.

"Well," said Tara, as the roles suddenly reversed, "I have to admit that this whole exhibitionist thing is very new to me, but I find it really hot. I guess I thought you might like to watch us, if you want to. I mean close up, without having to hide. If that's ok with you Frank."

"You mean you didn't know she was going to bring me here?" asked Colleen shocked.

"Hell no," Frank said with a laugh, "I was totally surprised."

"Well," said Tara a bit defensively, "I figured if I asked you'd be too embarrassed to agree, even though I know you really want to deep down."

"Hmmm... I should feel manipulated," said Frank.

Colleen looked confused. "You mean you two haven't done this before?"

Tara shook her head. Colleen Continued, "Forgive me, but I thought you two would be very open about things like that. I mean, you seem to have a connection."

Tara grinned. "Well we haven't known each other too long."

"Really?" said Colleen.

Tara laughed. "Gawd no, we've just gone out a few times. I mean there's a connection there, but, well, it's complicated. You tell her Frank."

"Me? How am I supposed to explain it? I'm not even I understand it! You're the psychologist."

Colleen looked at the pair in confusion. Then spoke softly, "So Tara, you just brought me up to watch?"

Again Tara nodded.

"Well, I'm relieved," said Colleen. "Kinda"

"Kinda?" asked Frank. "Oh I see. The prospect of having to say no to me because you're a lesbian..."

"Something like that," said Colleen shyly.

"Colleen, would you like to hear how we met?" asked Frank. "Maybe that will explain our relationship a little better."

While Tara refilled the glasses, Frank told the story of their first meeting, the amazing lap dance, and the circumstances surrounding his divorce. Tara interjected her own comments on Frank's sexual prowess whenever she felt it necessary. When he was done telling his story, he could see that Colleen was flushed.

"So," Tara said huskily, "what do you think?"

"That's the hottest story I have ever heard," said Colleen.

"So would you watch us?" Tara asked. Colleen nodded her head. "Is it OK Frank?"

"Tara, when have I ever been able to tell you no?"

With that, Tara stood, holding out a hand to Colleen. She took her hand and led her to the bedroom. The pair stopped in the doorway and Tara looked back at Frank. "Are you coming?"

Frank stood and slowly crossed the soft Persian rug. Tara sat Colleen in a chair and with a caress to her cheek, turned and headed to the bed. She let the gown fall into a pool of onyx silk at her feet and Frank heard Colleen gasp softly. Tara stood, clad only in a black garter belt and stockings and no panties. Frank had wondered if she had worn any underwear and now he knew for sure. 

She climbed into the bed and lay back, her stocking clad legs spread wide to reveal her smooth pussy. It was already wet and glistening in the light of the chandelier. "Let me see it, Frank," said Tara, slowly starting to touch herself. 

Frank let the robe fall from his shoulders, then slowly dropped the silk boxers. Her heard another small gasp from the direction of Colleen, but decided not to look. His cock was now rigid, sticking straight out from his body ready for action. Tara sighed and slid a finger into her pussy and licked her lips. He slowly crawled up the bed and started kissing Tara's legs through the stockings. He started at her toes and kissed and licked his way up to her dripping pussy. He gave her labia a couple of lingering licks, and one hard suck on her clit before he continued up her stomach. He lingered briefly to suck gently on each nipple and the continued up. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss. Tara was literally burning with passion, her lips so hot to the touch Frank swore she must have a fever.

Tara pushed Frank over on his back and reached a hand down to slowly stroke his cock. She looked over at Colleen. "Colleen, I know you aren't into guys, but isn't this the most beautiful cock you've ever seen."

Colleen licked her dry lips. "Yes," she stammered, "yes it is."

"Would you like to see me suck it?" Tara asked. Frank was shocked at her brashness. She was really getting into this. For Frank, this was a first. 

Colleen licked her lips again and nodded. With that Tara slid between Frank's legs and began to lick his long shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head and then came back down to lick and suck on his balls. As she licked his scrotum she slowly stroked his shaft, which was well lubricated with her saliva. Frank was in heaven. Tara looked over at Colleen, licked her lips again and turned back to drop her mouth over the head of his cock.

As he entered Tara's hot mouth his head fell back against the pillow. She sucked hard, swirled her tongue against his shaft, and took half of him in and out of her mouth. Tara adjusted her body so that Colleen had a perfect view of him fucking her mouth, then started to slowly play with her slit with her free hand. Frank looked down at the gorgeous creature sucking his prick and realized she wasn't watching him.

Tara's eyes were locked on Colleen. The blonde sat, a leg propped on the chair, one hand inside her blouse, the other jammed under her skirt and inside her panties. Her eyes were locked on Tara as she watched the redhead suck his cock and slowly finger fucked her wet pussy. After about 3 minutes of this, Tara let Frank's cock pop from her mouth. 

"I love sucking his cock, Colleen. You know, Frank's the only guy I've ever been with who's cum tastes sweet. So help me, it tastes sweet."

"Not half as sweet as your pussy, Tara," replied Frank. At this comment Colleen let out a moan. And Tara looked up at Frank with a really naughty look. She took her fingers from her snatch and slowly crawled up Frank's body.

"You know Frank," she said in a low husky voice, "I know it turned you on when we were talking about my experimentation with other girls, right?"

"Uh-huh," replied Frank, wondering what she was up to. 

Tara continued, looking over at Colleen. "Well, our guest is obviously a little hot herself, and I think she's made it clear which of us she's interested in." Tara looked back up into Frank's eyes. "How would you feel about a little show? I mean, would it bother you to see me with another girl?"

"Bother me?" asked Frank perplexed. "Oh, I think I could contain my jealousy." His smile conveying his sarcasm.

Tara rolled off the bed and languidly crossed the carpet to stand before Colleen. "Well, Colleen, would you mind if Frank watched us make love? That is, if you want to make love with me."

"Are you serious?" asked Colleen. Tara reached out a hand and pulled Colleen to her feet. In one move she pulled the blonde into a tender, passionate kiss. Colleen moaned as she wrapped her arms around Tara. She broke the kiss and looked into Tara's eyes. "Tara, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you told me you weren't into girls."

"No," corrected Tara, "I said I wasn't bisexual. I haven't been with a girl for years, nor really had any desire to. I guess it's the Caribbean air or something, but I want to. I want you, Colleen."

Colleen looked over at Frank. "Frank? You're OK with this?"

"Just don't make sure you leave some for me," he said with a smile. Colleen nodded and let Tara lead her to the bed. 

She lifted Colleen's blouse over her head, then released the white lace bra. Colleen's tits barely moved as their lace captor fell to the floor. They were a firm and smooth b-cup, topped with small pale pink nipples. Tara suck and licked the small nubs as she caressed Colleen's breasts slowly.

Frank took Colleen's former chair and noticed she had left a pool of wetness on the leather seat. Frank ran a finger through the pool and inhaled the musk aroma. Unable to resist, he licked the wetness off his finger. Colleen had a tangier taste that Tara, like the aftertaste of fresh lemonade. Smiling he took the chair and sat back to watch the two women.

Tara had removed the skirt Colleen had worn, and slowly slid the white lace thong over her ass and to her ankles. With that, Tara gave Colleen's tits one last lick and laid back on the bed. "Colleen baby," she said in a light and sultry voice, "make me cum."

Colleen started to climb onto the bed, then stopped. Quickly she turned and walked over to Frank. Frank noticed as she approached that her pussy was completely bare, with not a trace of pubic hair remaining to testify to the naturalness of her blonde hair. When she reached the chair, she bent and kissed Frank tentatively on the lips. "Thank you Frank," she said blushing, and returned to the bed with Tara.

As she straddled Tara's voluptuous body, the tentative, shy voyeur was gone, replaced by a confident woman in her sexual element. Frank was amazed as he watched two women making out live in front of him. While it was similar to the pornos he'd seen, he was impressed by the subtle differences. They weren't playing for the camera, just each other, but it didn't make the scene any less erotic. Frank leaned back and slowly stroked his cock to the show in front of him.

For what seemed like and eternity, the pair kissed, their tongues dueling in each others mouths and their hands never ceasing in their caresses of the other's curves. Finally Colleen dropped her kisses down to Tara's sensitive nipples. Tara moaned as Colleen squeezed her huge tits, suck and tonguing each nipple.

"My gawd, Tara," said Colleen ash she sucked and licked the valley between Tara's globes, "I can't believe these are real. Their incredible."

Tara brought her arms together, pushing her breast against Colleen's face. Colleen burrowed into her chest, licking them until they glistened with saliva. Frank had a nearly uncontrollable desire to have his cock buried between those wet tits. As she lavished Tara's tits, Colleen dropped a hand down between Tara's thighs and started to stroke her clit. Within seconds Colleen's fingers were drenched in Tara's juices. Soon she had a pair of digits pistoning in and out of Tara's hot pussy. She left the girl's tits and concentrated on her pussy. When she curled her fingers up to press on Tara's g-spot and her thumb started to rub her clit, Tara let out a gasp.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, then her gasp dissolved into a smile. "Hey Frank, she knows your trick."

"Huh?" asked Colleen.

"What you're doing with your fingers," Tara said. "Frank's the only one I've ever had do that to me. I love it." She began to grind her hips in circular motions as Colleen continued to work her clit.

"So Frank knows a few tricks of the trade, eh?" said Colleen, becoming more confident by the minute. "Shall we see if he's right about how sweet you taste?" With that Colleen's blonde head dropped between Tara's thighs and the redhead gasped again. 

Tara's back arched as Colleen's tongue drove deep into her quim. Within seconds Tara was cumming. She pulled her knees up tight against her chest and Colleen cupped her ass in both of her hands. Frank had a perfect view as Colleen attacked her pussy. She sucked Tara's swollen lips into her mouth, her tongue swirling about them. She licked lower and circled Tara's asshole with firm, furious licks, causing Tara to giggle and purr. She then pushed her tongue deep into Tara's tight rosebud, causing the girl gasped and started to pinch and roll her nipples harshly. Colleen worked on Tara's ass for a few more minutes, before moving back up to her pussy, leaving the girl breathless. 

She flicked her tongue up and across her swollen clit which was hard and clearly visible from under its hood. When she sucked the small nub into her mouth, Tara let loose a stifled scream and grabbed two handfuls of silky blonde hair. She looked over at Frank, her mouth open and her breath coming in panting gasps. Frank had never seen her so overcome and the sight almost caused him to blow his load. As Frank looked into Tara's eyes she let out another cry, this one too strong to stop.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Oh fuck Colleen, yeah. Faster."

Frank looked back down at Colleen and saw that she had two fingers jammed in Tara's pussy and another buried to the last knuckle in her ass while her tongue flicked furiously at her clit. Frank was starting to realize that Tara's ass was really sensitive. He entertained a notion of fucking her gorgeous ass. Tara kept up her running commentary until she let out a final scream and grabbed Colleen's head, stopping her from moving or further stimulating her.

Colleen removed her fingers and gave Tara a few broad licks of her tongue from asshole to clit, licking Tara's pussy clean of her juices. She smiled up at Tara and said, "Frank was right, you do taste sweet."

"Kiss me," said Tara, and pulled Colleen into a wet kiss, licking her face clean. After making out for a few more minutes, Tara playfully flipped Colleen over and started to attack her tits. She squeezed and nipped the hard pink nubs with her teeth. Frank could tell she was being more playful than Colleen had been. This was an adventure for her, an experience to be enjoyed. She reached down and ran her crimson nails across Colleen's smooth mound.

"Umm, so soft and smooth," said Tara. She then started to lick Colleen in broad strokes of her tongue. She literally bathed Colleen's entire crotch with her tongue. Colleen moaned and spread her legs as wide as she could. Tara slowly and playfully licked and kissed the blondes entire pussy, and inner thighs. She then started to concentrate on her moist slit, sucking at her pussy lips and flicking her clit. She even gave a few tentative licks to Colleen's tight pink asshole. "Umm, you taste great. Sweet and tangy at the same time," Tara said before she drive her tongue back into the blonde quim. Colleen was a moaner, purring and moaning constantly as Tara lapped at her folds. She ran her fingers through Tara's scarlet hair and licked her dry lips. Tara pulled her tongue from Colleen's pussy and look up at her. 

"Hey Colleen, look at Frank," she said, motioning in his direction with her head. Colleen looked over to see Frank in the chair, slowly stroking his 10 inch cock. "Is that not the hottest thing you've ever seen?"

"Oh yeah, it certainly ranks up there," said Colleen. She looked back at Tara as the girl took long licks of her pussy, each time making eye contact with Colleen. She licked her lips again and looked back at Frank. "Tara, how'd you like to eat my pussy while he fucks you?"

"You heard her, Frank," Tara moaned into Colleen's pussy. "Get that big gorgeous dick of yours over her and fuck me silly."

Frank didn't have to be told twice. Tara rose to her knees so Frank could enter her from behind, standing at the foot of the bed. Frank gave her a couple of playful licks, savoring her taste before presenting his rock hard cock to her folds. She was wet and relaxed from Colleen's attentions, but he still took it slow so as not to hurt her. After a couple of strokes he was buried in her to the balls. He started to slowly work in and out of her.

Tara lifted her head and sighed in exasperation. "Frank, I said fuck me silly. There's a time for slow and soft, and this isn't it. I've got my face buried in another woman's twat and a monster cock in mine. Now come on and fuck me like a porn star baby. Please, I want it hard and fast."

So she was in that mood again. Well, who was he to go against the lady's wishes? He began to increase his pace until he was pounding into her, his balls slapping off her swollen clit. Her pussy was stretched by his cock and he could feel her muscles contracting around him like a velvet vice. Tara attacked Colleen's pussy with a new vigor, sucking her clit and finger fucking her cunt with the same pace that Frank was using on her own pussy.

"Oh fuck Tara," moaned Colleen, "right there! Faster." At her command, Tara picked up her pace and instinctively so did Frank. When Tara came screaming into Colleen's quim, the blonde's body arched and started to spasm with her own orgasm. Tara locked her arms around the blonde's waist and sucked hard on her clit, attacking it with her tongue. The moans turned into squeals and Finally she collapse, exhausted. Tara let out one more low moan and Frank felt her pussy quiver around his cock deliciously, before she also collapsed, out of breath. Frank's cock slid from her pussy with a wet pop as she fell on her side.

"Sorry Frank," she said breathlessly. "Just give me a minute baby to catch my breath and I'll make sure you're taken care of."

"No problem babe," he said with a wink.

The two girls rested for a few seconds and then Colleen spoke. "Um, can I, um..." Her last words were unintelligible.

"What was that?" asked Tara. "I couldn't hear you."

"I asked if I could suck it," she said loudly.

"Are you asking me or Frank?" asked Tara.

"Well I don't know, both I guess. I mean, I didn't know how what the rules are here. This wasn't supposed to be a threesome, remember?" She was blushing furiously.

Tara giggled. "Well since Frank was nice enough to let me be with you, how could I deny him the same pleasure? Frank?"

Frank walked over to stand at the bedside near Colleen. "Are you sure Colleen? I mean, I don't want you to regret this, or feel like we trapped you into this or something. You are a lesbian after all, right?"




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 03



"Look Frank," said Colleen, "I don't hate men, it's just that they don't turn me on, usually. There's just something about you that is different, and you do turn me on."

"I know what you mean," said Tara. "Go on, honey, you won't regret it."

Colleen got off the bed and walked over to stand before Frank. She slowly dropped to her knees and wrapped hand around his shaft. She was trembling as she held his cock in her hand. Whether from fear or excitement, Frank couldn't tell. She licked tentatively at the head, giving it a few swirls, then took a few longer licks of his whole shaft. 

"Umm, you taste like Tara," she said. The familiar taste bolstered her confidence, and Colleen the wrapped her hot pink lips around the head of his cock and took a couple of inches into her mouth. Her mouth was so hot it felt scalding to Frank. She began to bob her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth until she had half of it in. One more stroke and she pushed the head into her throat, causing her to gag and back off.

"Don't try to take it all," Tara said, "I've had a lot more practice than you and even I have trouble taking all of him. That's a really big dick, and you don't have to deep throat him to give him pleasure." Tara had slid in behind Colleen, and now knelt, rubbing her breast up and down the blonde's back, her hands caressing Colleen's breasts, her arms, her thighs and her ass. Occasionally she'd drop her hand between Colleen's legs and caress her pussy and ass. 

Colleen sucked hard on half his shaft while her hand pumped the lower part of his shaft. While she may not have had much experience sucking dick, her tongue was experienced in other areas, and the way she worked her tongue across his head more than made up for any other failings she might have had. Frank had to force himself not to grab her hair and force himself deeper into her mouth. When she started to massage his balls, he could feel his orgasm about to explode.

"Colleen, you better stop," he said, "I'm almost there."

Colleen removed her mouth, but continued to stroke his cock furiously. "Cum in my mouth Frank."

"Huh?" he said. His mind stutter stepped as he subconsciously tried to process the fact that a proclaimed lesbian had just asked him to cum in her mouth.

"Cum in my mouth Frank," she said, licking at his cock. "No wait, cum on face. All over my face, like they do in the movies. Tara told you to fuck her like a porn star, well do the same to me. Please baby, cum for me."

Frank had lost all control. Colleen wouldn't have had to even touch him, those words alone would have made him explode. His cum exploded as she stroked and licked his cock. The first jet of sperm splashed across her tongue and into her mouth. Colleen flinched as it hit the back of her throat and the second spurt shot across her chin. She looked up into his eyes and frantically jerked his cock. He came a third time, splashing white cream across her pursed pink lips. Two weaker shots dribbled off her chin to land on her chest. She took him into her mouth and sucked hard on his cock getting any remaining spunk from his softening manhood. She then gave him a lavish tongue bathing before sitting back on her haunches and giggling. 

"Fuck that was hot!" she exclaimed. "How do I look?"

"Sexy as hell," said Tara. "Straight from a porno mag."

"Really?" Colleen got up and moved over to the mirror. She looked at her image, her lips and chin covered in Frank's cum, and the stray globs on her white tits. "Fuck, I do look like I should be on some hardcore web site, don't I? Too bad I don't have my camera." She reached out her tongue and licked a stray glob off her upper lip.

"Wow, it does taste sweet," she said, giggling. "I swallowed that first load so fast I didn't taste it."

"I told you," said Tara, moving over by the mirror. "Now I shared my lover with you, don't you think you should share the fruits of your labor with me?" She then bent and licked Frank's cum from Colleen's tits. Colleen moaned and pulled Tara up into a kiss. They kissed hard, smearing the remaining cum over both their faces, then lick and kiss each other's faces clean. Frank's cock turned rigid again watching then share his seed. "You want to see something really cool?" Tara asked Colleen. She then walked over and kissed Frank deeply. Frank knew what she meant. Tara had never gotten used to the fact that Frank would kiss her after he had cum in her mouth. Colleen appeared just as surprised. Frank walked over and took Colleen tenderly in his arms, and kissed her. He let her dictate the kiss, again not wanting to force himself on someone who claimed to be a lesbian. She responded tentatively at first, then passionately, her tongue fiercely dueling with Franks.

When his rigid cock pressed against her, she moaned. Breaking the kiss, she looked into Frank's eyes. "Fuck me," she said, then kissed him again.

"What?" said Frank, again shocked.

"I said fuck me. Please?" Colleen was practically begging him. "I want you Frank. I want to feel you inside me. I don't know why, but I do. I figure if I just sucked your dick, why not go all the way?"

"Do it, Frank," said Tara excitedly.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm not sure if the idea of watching you fuck another woman turns me on, but the idea of watching you fuck Colleen does." Tara was already squeezing her tits, pinching her hard, caramel nipples. 

Colleen pulled him with her as she left the mirror, and pushed him onto the bed. She crawled up his body until she straddled him. She leaned forward pinning his cock between their bodies. Slowly she ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit across his shaft. Frank slid a hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss. Frank could feel her wetness spreading across his cock.

"Are you ready Colleen?" he asked.

Colleen sat up and reached down to grasp his cock. "Let me do it," she said, placing the head at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed back slowly and 4 inches slid into her hot tunnel. She braced herself on Frank's chest and pulled up, then pushed back harder. It took two more strokes and she had him completely sheathed inside her. She leaned her head back and moaned.

"Don't you just love how he fills you up?" asked Tara.

"Yeah, but that's not the best thing," said Colleen, beginning to slowly rock her hips. "I've got a dildo that's just a little smaller than Frank, so I'm used to the size. It's how hot he is, so alive; I can feel his pulse. It feels like my whole pussy's on fire."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Tara. Frank looked over to see her now in the voyeurs' chair, two fingers already buried in her pussy.

Colleen leaned forward and started increasing her pace, her hot pussy sliding up and down the whole length of his shaft. Frank reached up and firmly grasped her tits. Colleen moaned louder. "Careful," she said, "my nipples are really sensitive."

"Sorry."

"No, you didn't hurt me. I just know Tara likes it rough." She glanced over to Tara who was laid back in the chair, one hand buried in her snatch, the other fiercely twisting a nipple.

Frank smiled and brought his palms over to cup her entire breast. He rotated his hands in slow broad circles, his palms pressing her nipples. Colleen's mouth opened and she inhaled sharply, then smiled and purred. "Oh that's perfect!"

She worked her hips up and down, grinding her clit into his pubic bone. After a few minutes she sat up straight and forced his cock deeper. She then pulled her legs up under her and lifted herself up before dropping her full weight to impale her pussy on his cock. She gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain, but rose up and again dropped down on his shaft. Frank grunted as 100 pounds crashed into his pelvis again and again. Colleen reached over and furiously thrummed her clit. The way she frantically rocked on his dick made him think she was using him more as a sex toy than as a lover. 

Colleen started cumming, her whole body starting to shake. She wedged his cock deep in her pussy and rubbed her clit even faster. Her pussy quivered around his cock and Frank could feel the pressure building in his balls. Suddenly she gave one last moan and relaxed, sitting back and bracing herself with her arms. "Wow!" she said. "That was awesome!" She slid back and his cock popped from her wet pussy, leaving Frank hanging on the edge of orgasm. 

Frank's pain must have shown clearly on his face, because Colleen looked at him strangely. "Frank, are you ok?" she asked. The looked at his rigid cock. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry Frank. I, well I just forgot. I mean, I'm, well..."

"It's ok Colleen," he said.

"No it's not," she said mournfully. "I'm really sorry, it's just that I'm used to women and well, I don't know how to tell when a man's close."

Frank laughed. "It's really ok."

"I'll take it from here," said Tara, anxiously getting up.

"No, no, I want to finish," Colleen said. She smiled at Frank and wrapped a hand around his dick. She threw a leg over his waist and kissed him deeply. "How do you want me? You can have me any way you want."

Frank looked at Tara, who was still stroking her pussy. "Why don't we give Tara a really good show." He turned so that his feet were pointed at Tara and whispered in Colleen's ear. She giggled and turned around, straddling his waist facing his feet. She lifted up and shoved his cock into her pussy. Soaking wet, it slid easily into her folds. 

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as his cock ground hard against her g-spot. "Wow!" She arched her back started rocking up and down his shaft.

"Fuck Colleen, that's awesome!" he said. "Hey Tara, how's the view?"

Colleen giggled and made eye contact with Tara and reached up to caress her firm breasts. Doing exactly what she had told Frank not to do, Colleen grasped her nipples between her fingers and pulled up firmly on them with a moan. Tara likewise let out a whimper.

"Fuck this, I can't take it anymore," Tara said. She sprang from the chair and crossed to the bed. Taking Colleen's face in her hands she kissed her roughly on the lips, her tongue thrusting into the blonde's mouth. She kissed down her body until she knelt at the bedside, her face inches from where Frank's cock was ravaging the woman's pussy. 

She started by licking Frank's sack, sucking his balls into her mouth gently. She then started to lick his shaft, savoring Colleen's juices as they flowed down over his cock and balls. Tara then grabbed Colleen's waist and held her down to stop her stroking. She locked her lips on Colleen's clit, furiously sucking and licking it. Colleen came instantly.

Tara then let her loose so she could resume fucking Frank. Tara began to lick from Frank's balls to Colleen's clit in long, lavish strokes. The sensation made Frank's balls tighten and quiver. Colleen bent over and caressed Tara's back. As she did, Frank got a beautiful view of her tight pink asshole. Frank licked his lips and had to stop himself in the act of reaching out to finger it, not knowing how Colleen would react. The sight though was enough to bring him to the point of explosion.

"I'm gonna cum," Frank said in warning. 

Colleen looked back at him with a fearful look. Tara was right there. "Do you want him to cum inside you?" Tara asked.

"Um, I don't know," she said.

"Look I don't care," said Frank, "but you better decide now."

"Yes," said Colleen forcefully. "Cum inside me Frank. Deep inside me!" She started to fuck him even harder. The sight of his cock stretching her soft pussy lips and her pink asshole winking at him, made his cock swell with his orgasm. When Colleen reached out and grasped Tara's crotch, he exploded. 

"Oh Fuck!" Colleen shouted as the first shot splashed into her. Having come once already, he only had a couple of shots in him, but they were forceful. Colleen came again as Tara started to lick them again. When Frank let out his last spasm and his body relaxed, Colleen Gently collapsed back onto his chest, twisting her head to kiss him. Frank's cock finally started to go limp, and fell from her pussy.

Colleen gasped into Frank's mouth and they both looked down to see Tara lapping and sucking at Colleen's red, well-fucked pussy. Frank's cock twitched briefly as he watched Tara lick his cum from Colleen. She came up, her face covered in a glaze of Colleen and Frank's juices. And smiled, licking her lips.

"So do I look as sexy as Colleen did?" she asked. Colleen responded by pulling Tara into and embrace and kissing her passionately, licking the mixed juices from her face. Frank watched the two roll off him onto the bed and continue kissing and caressing. Finally they broke the embrace and Colleen collapsed with her head cradled on Tara's ample bosom. 

"Say Frank," Colleen said breathlessly, "any chance there's some champagne left?"

"I'll go check." He left the bed and found the champagne bottle basically empty. Searching the wet bar he found a bottle of Riesling and shouted to the girls for their approval. They responded favorable, and Frank procured a trio of glasses and went back to the bedroom to find the girls missing.

"We're in here," Tara called from the bathroom. He entered the find the pair lounging in the large bathtub, the whirlpool jets working frantically. 

"A capital idea," Frank said, pouring each a glass of wine and slipping into the tub with them. Tara slid across the pool and settled herself on his right side, and to his surprise, Colleen settled in on the left. The trio shared a playful three way kiss, their tongues dancing with each other. They then settled back to enjoy their wine, the relaxing jets massaging their tired muscles. It was Tara who spoke first.

"So Colleen, has Frank converted you back to men?" The mischievous smile on her face was triumphant, and Frank realized she must have had this planned all along.

"No," said Colleen with a chuckle. "No, I think I'll still prefer women to men, though that's not to say that you weren't incredible Frank. Truth be told, I'm not sure who made me cum harder, you or Tara. Still, you're a special case."

"He is indeed," said Tara, caressing his chest.

"What about you, Tara?" asked Colleen. "Any chance we can make you a card carrying bi-sexual?"

"Maybe," said Tara naughtily. "No, I think I'll continue to be a playful experimenter. I guess I just like a big strong man with a nice hard, throbbing cock. No Colleen, you are a special case, as you said about Frank."

"She certainly is," Frank replied.

Colleen sighed and nestled into Frank's chest while reaching out a hand to caress Tara. "Thank you Tara, for talking me into coming here. That took a lot of courage on your part. I know this isn't your normal routine."

"No, but I can certainly can say I won't regret it. What about you?"

"Me?" replied Colleen. "Not a single regret. There is one thing though, that's gonna be tough."

"What's that?" asked Tara.

"Explaining to my lesbian friends why my new favorite fetish is girls covered in cum." 



Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 04



Frank had been off his skates for almost two months with the concussion and he was chomping at the bit to get back on the ice. He was surprised that after 15 years of not playing, he couldn't seem to get it out of his mind, although a week with Tara in the Caribbean had certainly came close. Now Tara was off to Arizona for ten weeks of internship and hockey was back to the forefront of his mind. It was all he wanted to do these days.

Maybe part of it was to show the little punk who had knocked him out that he was plenty resilient and that the kid hadn't won, but whatever it was he wanted back in the game. His confidence level though, was not the best. He had just been knocking the rust of 15 years off and just starting to get his game back. Then wham, one little asshole with a chip on his shoulder and he was back at square one. 

That's when Alan, one of the guys he played with in his group, made him a proposal. Alan was the coach of the girl's team at the college where they rented ice, and asked Frank if he'd like to come out and be a practice goalie for the girls.

"Think about it Frank," said Alan, "it'll be about the same pace as we normally play. The girls don't shoot as hard, but a lot of em have great hands. You'll see some quality finesse shots and get to make some good saves, as well as repetition. That will help you get back in the grove without worrying about getting hurt in a game situation."

"I don't know," said Frank warily, "I'm not sure my ego can take getting lit up by a bunch of co-eds. Besides, I don't want to take away practice time form your normal goalies.

Alan winced visibly, "That's the other thing; I only have one goalie at the moment. One of my girls got hurt last week."

Frank raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt? And shouldn't you be training a backup?"

"Nah, she'll be fine in a couple of weeks and our other goalie won't get hurt in the mean time. The girls don't get rough like the guys, so injuries are rare."

"Wait a minute," said Frank, "I thought you said one of your goalies was injured."

"She is, poor thing," said Alan, "but it was an off-ice injury."

"So what happened?"

Alan was trying not to laugh. "She sprained her neck in a car crash."

"Ouch!" said Frank. "That sucks for a goalie."

"Ah," said Alan chuckling, "she got off light. Her boyfriend had to have 8 stitches."

"Eight stitches? That's not so bad."

Alan burst out laughing. "It is when they're on your dick."

"What?" exclaimed Frank.

"Yeah, apparently she bit him pretty hard when he hit that tree."

Realization dawned on Frank and he joined Alan in his laughter. "You know, I feel bad for her," Frank said. "That's got to be a hard one to live down, pardon the pun."

"Nah," said Alan, "she's already a locker room hero. Any girl who can give good enough head to make her boyfriend wrap his brand new Durango around a tree enjoys near celebrity status among her team mates."

Frank's thoughts drifted back to Tara, and wondered if he should buy a Durango. He shook the thoughts from his head. "Okay, Alan, I'll give it a shot."

So here he was, ready to take the ice to square off with a bunch of girls. He took a deep breath and stepped back onto the ice. The feeling was exhilarating. He skated around, the girls already on the ice staring, wondering what was up. He skated over to Alan, who pointed him to the far goal. He skated over and started scuffing the crease. He turned back to face forward just in time to hear a girlish squeal nearby.

"Frank!" exclaimed a voice he recognized. "Is that you?"

"Hey Denae," he said cheerfully, "sure is."

Denae slid to a stop in front of him and threw her arms around him. "How's the head? I haven't seen you since you and Tara got back. Frank its so good to see you skating again!" She turned sullen beneath her chrome mask. "Frank I never said how sorry I was about what happened. I kinda feel like it was my fault."

"It's ok, Denae," he said, "its not your fault your boyfriend is an obnoxious goon."

"Ex-boyfriend!" she exclaimed. "That was the last straw. I kicked his ass to the curb right after it happened. Asshole."

"Good for you," Frank said, "now I don't have to worry about you."

"You mean you would have?" she asked coyly.

"Sure," he said matter-of-factly, not liking that tone in her voice. "Any friend of Tara's, you know. Besides, I guess it's just the knight in shining armor in me."

Alan blew his whistle and called the group together at center ice. Alan introduced Frank, who was surprised at the warm response he received, though he wondered what all the giggles were about. They shouldn't be laughing at him yet, they hadn't even seen him play. Alan laid out the game plan for the day and sent them to their ends.

They ran through the drills, and Frank was surprised at how far his stamina had fallen off during his injury. By the time they had gotten through the first set drills he was completely winded. He was also surprised by how good some of the girls were. Many of the girls had good hands, and their star center, Sandra, had incredible touch. Alan had told him she was being looked at by the Lady Gophers for next season. She had put an incredible move on Frank on one break away, deking left then cutting sharply across the right. Frank had bit on the move hard, and was left hung out to dry. The only thing he could do was roll over on his back and flung his legs into the air. As he brought his glove hand over he felt the puck hit the webbing and he instinctively slapped it to the ice, trapping the puck. 

As he lifted the glove a bit to make see if he had really gotten it, Denae skated up. "Great save Frank!"

"Not really," Frank said, gasping for air. "A great saves usually means you were in the wrong place at the wrong time and got lucky. That was a classic example."

She laughed and skated back to her place in line. For her part, Denae was a solid defensive player. Despite the ditsy blonde she portrayed, she had great hockey sense, and wasn't afraid to play the body and stand an attacker up. Sandra, standing at the blue line, made eye contact and tapped her stick on the ground once. He nodded his head and smiled at the acknowledgement as he leveraged himself back to his feet.

They played on for another 10 minutes before Alan called an end to practice. A lot of the girls thank him to helping out. Sandra tapped him on the pads with her stick and winked as the skated by. Denae skated up and grab a handful of his ass through the thick padding of his breezers. She giggled and skate backwards away from him. "Nice moves Frank." Frank just shook his head smiling as he skated over to the bench to talk to Alan.

"Hey Alan, thanks for asking me to come out. This really was helpful."

"Good," said Alan, "can you make it all week?"

"Sure," said Frank shrugging, "why not? "

"Great!" said Alan as he struggled to get out of his skates. "Hey man, can you do me one more favor? My ex-wife just called and wants me to pick up the kids early today. The bitch knows I have practice, and I really think she's just doing it to annoy me. Can you lock up for me?"

"Hey man, I understand," said Frank knowingly. "No problem."

Alan grinned and tossed his keys into Frank's glove. "Thanks man, you're a lifesaver."

Frank head for the locker room and collapsed onto the bench. He slowly stripped off his gear and headed for the shower room. All the lights were off and Frank elected to turn on only the back bank of lights. His eyes hurt from being snow blinded by the ice and the dark was calming. He selected a shower in the middle of the bench and turn it on as hot as it would go. The water seared into his skin and he winced at the scalding touch. He had to fight to stay under the molten spray, but soon the heat began to soak into his body and his muscles began to relax. He breathed the steam in deeply leaned back against the tile wall. When he opened his eyes, he noticed light coming from the wall at his right hand side. 

He walked over to investigate and found a small crack where the grout had been scratched away between two tiles, light was leaking through from the neighboring locker room. Without thinking he put his eye to the crack and was shocked to see he was looking into the girls' shower room. He pulled his face back and considered the situation. On one hand, he was far too old to be a peeping tom. On the other hand, this was every school boy's wet dream. Grinning he couldn't help but look back in through the crack.

His eyes were graced with a bevy of beauties, naked and glistening wet, soaping themselves. His cock started to rise of its own volition. He was in awe of the differences in their body types. They range from smallish a-cups to one girl who packed a pair of guns that could have knocked out a Sherman tank. He recognized Sandra, the center with the great hands, standing on the other side of the room. 

She stood shampooing her short auburn hair, both arms raised and her back slightly arched. Standing nearly six feet tall, she had a tight athletic body. Though she didn't have a six pack, her abs were well defined, as were her thighs. She turned to talk to the girl to her right, exposing a rock hard ass that Frank was sure you could bounce a quarter off of. Her breast weren't overly large, but she was far from flat-chested. They obviously based by a decent set of pectoral muscles, and were capped with a tiny set of pink nipples, small and pale enough to be almost invisible through the steam. What shocked him the most was her pubic hair. Her auburn bush was neatly shaved into the shape of a lightning bolt and Frank recalled that Alan had called her the spark plug of their offense. He wondered if Alan knew.

Suddenly Denae came into view. She walked over around the shower in the center of the room, her back to Frank. She was no more than 15 feet away from him. His eyes took in her body with a curiosity that surprised even him. He told himself it was because she was the only girl her knew on the team. The thought of revenge came unbidden to his mind; the look on Joe's face if he found out Frank had nailed his girlfriend. Frank drank in the soft curves of her ass and the slim thighs. Though she was nowhere near as muscular in build as Sandra, there was very little fat on her body; just enough to add a bit of feminine softness to her curves.

She turned around and tilted her head back under the water. She ran hands, covered in soapy suds, over her breasts. Larger than Sandra's, they would easily fill a C cup and were capped with light brown nipples. She spent what seemed like and eternity to Frank soaping her tits. She squeezed each one, taking care to cup underneath with her soapy hands. Frank could see her nipples hardening and could only smile when she finished the soap job by giving her nipples a rough twist. At least he wasn't the only one getting turned on by the display. His cock was rigid now.

His gaze followed her hands and the soapy sponge down to her crotch. Her pussy was covered by a neatly trimmed thatch of pale blonde fur. She didn't shaved her lips, but she did trim is short, and he could see a pair of pale pink lips plainly visible through her translucent hair. He watched as she soaped herself well, then throwing a glance back over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching, quickly slid two fingers straight up her pussy. She gave herself four or five slow deep strokes before withdrawing her hand and making a few small circles over her hardened clit. She then turned around slowly slid her hand over round cheeks. Frank nearly gasped as she coyly took one wet finger and slid it gently up her soapy asshole to the second knuckle. She worked the finger in slow circular motions and he could see her ass quiver a bit in pleasure. Quickly she withdrew the finger from her ass and started rinsing off with a near frantic pace and left the shower room. 

Almost all the girls had left, he noticed, and pulled his face away form the crack and sat back on the bench along the far wall. He chuckled to himself as he thought back over the course of the last couple of minutes. He the thought of Denae slowly finger fucking her own ass made his cock twitch again. He briefly considered changing the shower to cold, and decided to forget it. He climbed back under the hot spray and let his mind wander.

"Frank you still here?" Denae's voice from the main door way of the locker room made him jump and scramble for his towel.

"Huh?" he called back in alarm. "Yeah, I'm in the shower." He winced, why had he said that?

"Good," she said. "Tara said that while she was gone for a few weeks that I should make sure you didn't just sit at home and get lonely. Some of the girls are going out for dinner and I thought you might like to tag along. What do you think?"

Visions of his cock jammed down Denae's throat flashed through his head, but he quickly shook them away. Tara was playing with him, doing the same thing to him that he had done setting her up with Nicki. He doubted that she was trying to get him and Denae together, but was just trying to get even and saddle him with the ditsy blonde for the evening. Well ditsy she may be, but she was nice enough. And she was fucking hot.

"Sure, why not," he said. "Give me ten to finish up here."

"No problem," she said and Frank heard the door close. 

Frank sighed deeply; his cock was still rigid from what he had seen in the shower room. He couldn't very well go to dinner with her in this state, not without embarrassing himself at the wrong time. He looked quickly over both shoulders even though he knew he was alone, and as if steeling himself to do something he didn't want to, wrapped a hand around his soapy cock. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, thinking of Denae in the shower room, her soapy fingers caressing her breasts, fingering her pussy and that deliciously tight ass. He started pumping his fist slowly, his pace quickening with each stroke.

"That's an awfully big job," said Denae, "can I help?"

Being as he was thinking about her as he jerked off, it took Frank a moment to realize that the voice was not in his head. He eyes snapped open and he jumped back, trying to cover himself with his hands and searching for his towel. He looked up to see Denae leaning against the shower wall holding his towel with one finger. She was completely naked, and the steam in the shower was already causing little beads of condensation along her cream skin.

"Denae," he said his face turning crimson, "what are you doing in here."

"Well," she said walking across the shower room toward him grinning, "you see I'm always horny after I play hockey, but today was especially bad. You see, Tara and I are best friends, so naturally she tells me everything. I kept looking over at you today and thinking about all those stories she told me. When you said you were in the shower, well let's just say my pussy got a little drippy."

Frank was stunned and more than a little embarrassed. Despite his recent break back out onto the dating scene, he was still pretty shy, and having a 20 year old walk in on you jerking off in the shower was embarrassing. The fact that Tara had told Denae about their sex life didn't bother him, really, but then he remembered her teasing Denae about having a crush on him. 

"Look Denae," he said, his mind racing, "I'm not sure this is a good idea. I mean, what if someone was to walk in on us?"

"No one will, I promise." She tossed his towel onto the bench and continued to walk up to him. "The Ra-Ra-Ra line is gonna meet us a Chico's in 45 minutes, they're gonna save a table."

"The Ra-Ra-Ra line?"

"Never mind," she said, frustrated at his lack of focus on her, "I'll tell you later. Just don't worry, it's just us now."

She reached out and grabbed his cock firmly in her hand and pulled her to him. Instinctively he wrapped an arm around her to hold her up. Her hot nipples burned holes in his chest and her hand squeezed painfully around his swollen member.

"Wow," breathed Denae, "Tara was right. You are packing quite a log there." Frank sighed. "What is it with you two? You both act like you've never seen a dick before."

"She also told me you didn't get it." Denae looked up at him as if she were going to use small words to explain something to a child. The irony of this ditsy blonde taking that air with him caused him to chuckle. "Frank, this is the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. It is big. It is long. It looks like the dicks you see in a porno movie. Frank, trust me, most guys don't have one of these."

"Okay, okay," he said, "so I have a big dick. What else did she tell you?"

Denae slowly began pumping his cock and she stepped up on her tip toes to kiss him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, full of lust and eager need. She broke the kiss and licked her lips. "She told me your cum tastes sweet."

"What?"

"She said you taste sweet," repeated Denae.

"She told me that too, but I thought she was just talking dirty to me." Frank was confused. He'd never really thought about what his sperm might taste like but he guessed it made sense. After all, women tasted differently and Tara did have a great tasting pussy. Tangy and sweet like strawberry lemonade. He couldn't help wondering what Denae's pussy tasted like, and he was pretty sure he was about to find out.

"No Frank," she said taking on that tone again, "you see all men taste differently. I can't, however, stand a guy who's cum tastes bad, and most guys are like that. Their cum is either too salty or too sour. But most guys seem to think a blowjob is incomplete unless you swallow, so I do. I've never been with a guy who's cum tasted sweet before." She licked her lips and wrapped her other hand around his cock, double fisting him.

"Look Denae," he began.

"Oh Frank come on." Denae gave him a challenging look. "What are you scared of?"

"You mean other than someone walking in on us, getting arrested for indecent behavior in a school building, and you in general?"

"Yeah other than that?" Denae asked.

"Well other than that, nothing I guess," Frank replied. Somehow her attitude made his fears seem silly. He started to relax and smiled, laughing to himself. What was the worst that could happen? Not much really, it's not like she were under age or anything. 

"So," he asked her teasingly, "is this what Tara had planned all along, trying to get me laid by her best friend?"

Denae stopped stroking her cock and looked up at him. "I don't think that's what she meant, no. Do you think she'll care? I mean, I don't want to do anything to hurt Tara, but I didn't think you two were serious." She looked genuinely worried.

Frank chuckled. "No, no, Tara and I have already had that talk. In fact we agreed to try and see other people, now that she's in Arizona. Time to explore my new freedom, she said."

"Thank heavens," said Denae, resuming her stroking, "I'm not sure I could have stopped now anyway. My pussy feels like Niagara falls."

"Really?" Frank asked as he reached down and dragged a finger up her slit. She pushed her hips forward into his fingers, and he could feel the thick oily juices which had run from her pussy. Her soft hair was matted with the stuff and her thighs were slick from rubbing them together to stimulate her clit.

"I can see you have pretty good hands," she moaned, "for a goalie."

"You aren't so bad either."

"You ain't seen anything yet," she said as she dropped to her knees. One hand cupping his balls, the other working his shaft, she took his thick head between her lips. Her tongue attacked his cock, fiercely working up and down the first few inches of his shaft and she sucked hard with more pressure he had ever felt before. While her mouth worked on the top half of his cock, her hand stroked the bottom half of his shaft and her other hand was fiercely massaging his balls. There was no subtlety to her technique, she was a woman on a mission to make him cum.




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 04



Frank relished in her assault on his prick, staring down at her as her pretty face wrinkled in concentration and his cock worked in and out of her pouty lips. But not yet. 

Whoa babe," he said, "not so fast."

Denae let his cock fall from her mouth and she started stroking the whole length of his slick shaft. She panted for breath and looked up at his with a look of total lust. "I can't help it Frank," she said, "I want to taste you."

"Come on, don't be selfish," he said. He pulled her to her feet and their mouths met in a furious kiss. She attacked his mouth with her tongue and moaned as his hard member slap against her clit.

Dropping to his knees on the shower floor, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and caressed his hand down the back of her thigh and cupped her ass. Caressing her ass with one hand, he reached the other up and captured one of her breasts. He started of by tracing his tongue around the outline of her neat little bush, and then gave her hard little clit a few flicks. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair and pressed his face into her crotch. Firmly grabbing her ass and pulling her to him, he locked his lips around her mound and sucked her swollen lips into his mouth. 

As if a damn were breaking, his suctions flooded his mouth with pussy juice. She tasted fresh and clean, that youthful taste with just a bit of tanginess. She ground relentlessly into his face and Frank was beginning to get the hint. He took her clit in his mouth and sucked as hard as he could, his tongue lashing furiously at the tender little bud. Denae's knees buckled slightly and locked both hands into his hair.

Frank recalled how he had sunk her fingers into this cute little pussy, and slid one hand up her slick, juice coated thigh. She was so wet that he met no resistance as he slowly shoved two fingers all the way into the hilt. He curled his fingers and stroked her g-spot as he sucked on her clit and her whole body tightened. 

"Oh fuck." She squealed. "What the fuck was that."

He repeated the process, eliciting another squeal of pleasure. He then remembered how she had quivered as she played with her ass, and he had to try it. Pulling his fingers slowly from her snatch, he slid them up and around the wrinkled little ring of her asshole.

"Oh fuck yeah, Frank, don't stop."

He reached down and scooped up another fingerful of her juices and continued to lubricate her tight ring. Finally he pressed the tip of one finger against her anus and pushed it past the constricted muscles. She moaned as she fought to relax, pushing back against him. He slowly worked his cum soaked finger in and out of her ass. Denae stood there quivering with his tongue jammed deep into her cunt, and a finger slowly fucking her asshole. 

"Faster," she said, "fuck my ass faster."

"I have a better idea."

He slid his finger out of her ass and turned her around to face the wall. "Frank," she said with a touch of fear in her voice, "look I'm no prude or nothing, but I really don't think I can handle that cock of yours in my ass. I'm not a pro or nothing."

Frank laughed and put his arms around her. His cock slid between her slick thighs and rubbed against her pussy. He cupped both her breasts as she leaned her head back over her shoulder and kissed him again.

"Don't worry, sweet." he said, "I wouldn't want to hurt you. That wasn't what I had in mind."

He slowly trailed kisses down her spine and gently pushed her forward until she stood bent at the waist, legs apart, and hands pressed against the wall in front of her. He continued to kiss her back until he reached the top of her crack. He could feel her cheeks flex in anticipation.

He ran his finger slowly down her crack. When he reached her asshole, she pushed her hips back, letting out a disappointed cry when he kept going. He smoothly slid two fingers back into her hot pussy, eliciting a gasp from her, and curled his fingers back to stroke her G-spot. He continued to stroke her g-spot while his other hand reached under to rub her clit. She started panting like a bitch in heat and he watched as her asshole puckered with each spasm right in his face. Smiling in remembrance of how Tara had reacted to Colleen tonguing her ass, he dropped his face to her crack and started to teasingly lap at her asshole. 

Denae gasped again and pushed her ass back into his face. He could hear her moans echoing around the tile shower room and new she was close. Frank squeezed two fingers inside of her together with his thumb on her clit, making a pinching motion which sandwiched her clit and her g-spot between his digits. He stopped moving his fingers in and out of her and instead began making small circular motions as his tongue swirled around her tiny pink anus. 

Denae grabbed the bench with both hands and let out a scream which would have waked the dead. Frank wasn't sure how long she rode the orgasm, but he wished he'd had a stop watch. When it was over, she collapsed on the shower bench, completely spent. Frank sucked his fingers clean, savoring the sweet juice, the fresh taste of clean young pussy.

"Shit, Frank," said Denae trying to catch her breath, "that was awesome! What the hell was that thing you did with your fingers?"

"You like?" asked Frank sarcastically.

"Fuck, that was awesome."

"Alas," said Frank with dramatic disdain, "me thinks today's youth are too unschooled in the ways of pleasuring a fair maiden." Frank knew he was being a tad melodramatic, but his ego was inflated like a hot air balloon. He'd been gratified with Tara's response to his lovemaking, but to have another hot little coed vixen cum screaming at his touch was more than even his humility could play down. Besides, what was wrong with gloating a little?

"Well maybe you should teach a class here, Professor," said Denae smiling. "Wow, Tara forgot to tell me about that move of yours. Looks like I'll have a story to get her wet too!"

"Exactly how much detail did she go into?" asked Frank.

Denae's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Let's just say she put enough details into her story that I used a whole set of batteries on my vibrator, not to mention..." She stopped short, catching herself.

"Not to mention what?" asked Frank, curiously. Sensing her hesitation he kept prodding. "Come on, what?"

"Well, I came to see you while you were in the hospital. I felt horrible and I wanted to apologize for what that fuck-nut did to you. Well, when I showed up, Tara was there and well..."

"Wait a minute," exclaimed Frank, "you mean that night when she put on her little show? You saw that?"

"Yeah, and that incredible blowjob she gave you too." Denae started to caress her breasts slowly. "I saw the whole thing. I stood behind the curtain, playing with myself the whole time. That was the longest car ride home; people kept honking at me because I was masturbating at every stop light. I got home and I almost called up the asshole for some relief. Luckily I had another friend who was available to take care of my needs."

"You know Frank I dreamt about that night a dozen times," said Denae with a purr. "I just wish I could have seen you fuck her. I mean, I'm not into girls, but Tara is fucking sexy as hell, you, well..." She reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock once more. "I'm just dying to see what kind of tricks you can do with this monster."

Frank closed his eyes as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, once more bringing it to full rigidity. When he was hard, she turned once more and bent over with her hands on the bench. "Come on Frank," she said, "don't make me wait. My pussy feels so empty."

Frank looked down at Denae, bent at the waist, ass thrust into the air, pussy lips gaping emptily like a hunger little mouth. He placed his hands on her ass and ran his fingers down her the outsides of her thighs. He bent and ran his tongue up the length of her slit, starting at her clit, scooping out a tongue full of her sweet juice, pressing the tip ever so slightly into her puckered asshole, and continuing up her back to the base of her neck. His arms wrapped around her and cupped her firm tits as his chest pressed into her back. She leaned her head over her shoulder and kissed him hungrily.

"Stop it Frank!" she said commandingly. "Tara told me how you teased and tortured her. She may like that shit, but not me. Fuck me! Fuck me now, hard and fast. That's what gets me off."

Frank slid his hands down to her hips and pulled back until his cock was just beyond her ass. He placed the bulbous head of his cock at her entrance and prepared to enter her. The minute Denae felt the head touch her lips she thrust herself back, impaling herself on his cock and to his surprise, burying him balls deep into her pussy. Denae let out a shuddering cry, and he felt the walls of her pussy spasm. Thinking she may have injured herself, he was scared to move, and held her firm against him until her shaking subsided.

"You ok?" he asked gingerly.

"Yeah I'm fine," said Denae, "I've just never came on the first stroke before. Damn you've got me hot." She stood up and leaned back until she was back to chest with him. The angle change caused him to pull a bit out of her, but he still had a good 4 inches of cock buried inside of her. She threw both hands over her head and wrapped the around his neck, craning her head around to once more meet his mouth with a hungry kiss. She arched her back and gasped as his cock ground against her g-spot. Slowly at first, but with and ever increasing pace, she gyrated her hips. The pressure on the underside of his dick as he slid across the slippery roof of her vagina was amazing.

Frank could only hold on and enjoy the motion, as Denae was in complete control. He locked one arm around her waist to keep her from moving to much and forcing him to fall out of her, and moved his hand down to slowly frig her clit. The other cupped and caressed her breasts, his fingers gently twisting the delicate nipples there.

Denae started moaning his name and he knew he was getting close to exploding. "Bend over, Denae. I want to feel all of that sweet pussy around my cock."

"Anything you want, Frank," she purred. "You can do anything you want to me. Just don't cum in my pussy, I want it in my mouth. I want to taste you."

She bent over and grabbed the bench once more and thrust back, burying him once more into her all the way to the hilt. He backed out slowly until just the head remained inside and then slid fully back into her. He took about three strokes before she looked back at him with an almost angry look.

"Faster, damnit!"

"OK, ok," said Frank admonished. He began picking up his pace and soon was had all 10 inches of his cock pumping in and out of her like a jackhammer. 

Denae was moaning his name loudly and thrusting hard back against him. "Yeah Frank that's it baby. Tear my pussy up. Make me scream baby. Make me scream!"

Her stead stream of dirty talk and the scalding spray of the shower combined to take his mind back to his encounter with Tara at the waterfall. Denae's attitude was just like Tara's had been, but that was abnormal for the tall redhead. He marveled at how different than Tara Denae was, both in attitude as well as the feel of her pussy. Denae had no trouble taking his cock, were as Tara's pussy had seemed stretched almost to the breaking point. Even so, Denae's vaginal muscles squeezed him tightly with every thrust as though she were relaxing to take him, then clenching to hold him from withdrawing. As he pounded into Denae, he had yet to crash into the back wall of her deep cunt, where as he had needed to be careful not to hurt Tara by thrusting too deep too hard. The harder he fucked Denae, the more she squealed in delight.

Frank grabbed Denae's hips firmly and pulled her to him with every thrust, pumping harder and deeper than before. He felt her body start to shake and saw her drop a hand to her clit. She drove her fingers across her clit as he furiously pounded into her and another intense orgasm coursed through her, drawing another high pitched scream of ecstasy from her. She continued thrusting as the spasms of her pussy milked his cock to the brink of explosion.

"I'm gonna cum Denae," he said in warning. 

Her own orgasm suddenly forgotten, Denae lunged forward off his cock and spun around, sitting heavily on the bench. She reached out and grabbed a handful of his balls and roughly pulled him forward. He took tow ragged steps and gasped as she buried his cock as far down her throat as she could manage. She sucked and licked his cock as her hand pumped furiously at the base. He eyes were rolled back in pleasure and she moaned around his cock. Suddenly she backed off and started pumping her fist up and down his shaft faster than Frank would have thought possible. She smiled as she opened his mouth and stuck out her tongue, running it back and forth on the sensitive underside of his head. 

Frank could felt he pressure building and couldn't help but let out a low groan as his balls finally released his seed. His cum shot across Denae's tongue and into her waiting mouth, and she continued to pump his dick, squeezing out more cum. His second shot hit her on the lips as she closed her mouth to swallow first blast, and spattered down onto her ample tits. Not wanting to miss another opportunity, she clamped her lips around his cock and sucked as hard as she could, drawing more and more of his seed into her mouth. When his cock stopped spurting, Denae looked playfully up into his eyes. Raising her eyebrows, she swished the mouthful of cum around his cock. It was the nastiest thing any woman had ever done to him, and it made his balls ache as they tried in vain to give her one more blast of cum in reward. 

She swallowed the mouthful of cum and sighing, licked his cock clean. She sat back on the bench and began to rub her cum splattered tits. 

"Fuck Frank, that was awesome! I've never been with a guy who came so much." She smiled up at him wickedly. "And Tara was right, your cum does taste sweet! I'll swallow for you anytime."

Franks smiled. "I'm glad you liked it hun," he said. Wanting to impress her further, he dropped to his knees between her spread legs, tilted her head up and kissed her. Denae's eyes went wide in shock, much the same way Tara had reacted the first time he kissed her after a blow job. Denae purred and wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss warmly. When he broke the kiss, she sighed. 

"Tara told me you'd do that, but I didn't believe her."

"What?" asked Frank, teasingly. He knew what she meant.

"Kiss me after," she stammered a bit, suddenly shy, "well you know. Most guys won't do that." 

Frank laughed to himself because it was true. Most young guys just couldn't abide the idea of kissing a girl who had just had a mouthful of their cum. It had to have something to do with homophobia.

"Boys can be so silly about some things," said Frank chuckling.

"Oh yeah," said Denae, "but they sure expect you to lick their face clean after they've been down there for a while. Just one of the many benefits of an older man, I guess. Damn Frank that was the best sex I've ever had."

"Oh God," said Frank, "not you too."

"What?"

"You and Tara are going to have my head so big it's not gonna fit through the door!" Frank was only partially kidding. He had to admit that this was about the greatest ego boost he had ever had. His encounter with Tara had restored his confidence as a sensual, mature lover, making love to her in a way the average college boy wouldn't know how to. Denae, on the other hand, was different. He had simply bent her over and fucked the shit out of her, something any frat jock could have done. He wasn't sure what he had done differently, and he really didn't care.

Denae chuckled and stood up, holding out a hand to him. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up and out of here. The girls are waiting."

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It took them 10 minutes to shower and took Frank another five minutes to convince Deane that he needed some recovery time before he could fuck her again. The combination of 2 hours of ice time and 15 minutes of hardcore sex had left him spent.

They walked into Chico's, a Mexican restaurant and bar just off campus, and Denae waved to the trio of girls who had a table waiting for them in the corner. Frank recognized one of the girls as Sandra, the fiery center and his mind raced back to the image of the lighting bolt shaped bush. He grinned at his secret knowledge and pulled out Denae's chair for her. She sat down, exaggeratingly acting like a proper lady and thanked him for his kindness. He took the seat next to her and sat down.

"Well, you're a little late, aren't you?" asked Sandra looking at her watch and cocking an eyebrow at the pair. 

"Sorry," said Denae, "but he's got so much that it takes longer to get it all put where it belongs. Goalie gear, I mean."

Frank nearly choked on the tortilla chip he had started eating. Denae threw him a naughty look that told him how bad she wanted to tell them. She reassuringly patted his knee beneath the table. She then introduced Frank to the girls. "This is Sandra, our star center and Captain."

She shook Frank's hand and said with a grin, "You're not too bad for an old man."

"You're pretty fucking good," replied Frank, "for a girl."

All the girls laughed and Denae continued the introductions. Sara was the left winger; a 5'8" 130 pound blonde who Sandra said was the best passer on the team. Rashal was a petite 5'6" right winger who had the distinction of being the only black female player in the conference. Frank could tell from the way Denae pointed out this fact that Rashal's teammates were very protective of her, and probably dared anyone to say the wrong thing on the ice. She was a cute girl, with cocoa skin and reddish braids adorned with beads in the school's crimson and silver. Frank remembered her from practice. She looked positively tiny on the ice, but she could literally fly. She had feet like a figure skater and the touch to make plays when it counted.

"Sand-RA, Sa-RA and RA-shal?" asked Frank, emphasizing each Ra syllable. "The RA-RA-RA Line?"

"Silly isn't it," asked Sandra sarcastically.

"Not if you score it isn't," replied Frank smiling.

"I think I like him Denae," said Sandra over the rim of her beer.

"Me too," chimed in Sara. "Can we keep him?"

"Please?" whined Rashal in her best little girl's voice.

"I don't know, you already have a goalie," Sandra said skeptically. She looked over at Denae and asked, "Is he house broken?"

"Not yet," said Denae, matter-of-factly, "but we're working on it. You see, his last owner treated him really badly before turning him out as a stray."

"Ahhh..." the three linemates moaned in unison, as if about to start crying.

"But," Denae said, "with a little love I think he'll be just fine."

The girls all brightened and started to laugh. Denae gave him a little hug and patted him on the head. All Frank could do is roll his eyes and order another round of beers. They sat there for two hours eating drinking and talking. Frank was surprised at how comfortable the situation was, sitting there at a table with 4 college girls talking about hockey, boys, and nothing in general. He marveled at how they described the guys they knew, referring to them more as pieces of meat than people, just the way most guys did. They made him tell them about his old days playing hockey and about winning the D3 championship. Sandra told him how she was really torn because next year she might have a shot at playing for the University of Minnesota Golden Gophers, but that would mean leaving her linemates. 

"Well it's not like I have a shot at going pro," she said. "So why move up for one year, just so I can wear maroon and gold and say I player for the gophers? I'd rather stay here and have fun playing with my team."




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 04



Though all three girls at the table told her she was stupid if she stayed, Frank found her sense of loyalty admirable.

When they finally broke up for the night Sandra shook hands with Frank and told him that tomorrow he wouldn't get so lucky with his glove. Rashal gave him a shy smile and a little wave, and Sara gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He took Denae back to the parking lot at the rink to get her car. As he parked Denae grabbed his jacket and pulled him roughly into a deep kiss, her tongue snaking obscenely into his mouth to duel with his own.

"If you follow me home, I'll keep you," she said suggestively.

Frank's brain tried to warn him, but his cock was already jumping to attention. He still couldn't tell whether Denae was just some horny co-ed looking for a good time, or was so jaded from her breakup with her punk boyfriend that she was latching on because of the stories Tara had told her. Again, he told himself how arrogant that sounded, but he was scared.

"Look Denae," said Frank, "I need to be truthful with you, I'm not sure this is right."

"What," said Denae with a hurt look, "you didn't enjoy the shower?"

"No, no, it's not that. Look, I don't want you to think the wrong thing, to get the wrong impression. I mean, I'm not ready for anything too serious and I don't want you to think there is something more than there really is."

Denae looked at him with look that said, 'you can't be serious'. She smiled made him look into her eyes. "Frank, baby, sweetheart, listen very carefully to me. I know I come off sometimes as the ditsy blonde school girl who bounces around like her head is filled with helium. The truth is I am a ditsy blonde and I don't act more mature because quite frankly, I don't need to. Just because I'm a blonde airhead who loves to have fun does not mean I'm stupid or naïve or a pushover who falls for every guy she meets."

"I didn't mean it that way, Denae."

"I know Frank, but just hear me out. I know that you were hurt very bad by your ex-wife and you are terrified to get back into that situation again. You are scared silly of getting hurt again by another woman the same way, which is what kept you out of the dating scene for too long. You fears are very common and you just need time and therapy to get over them."

"You been talking to Dr. Tara about me?" asked Frank sardonically.

Denae giggled. "She hates it when I call her that. The answer though, is yes. One thing she hasn't noticed though is that you are also terrified to hurt anyone. You don't want to mislead anybody into thinking that there is an emotional attachment when there isn't. You know that you are not currently capable of handling that kind of attachment, even while you crave the love and attention that intimacy brings. You are forced to put up a barrier as much for fear of hurting someone else as for fear of being hurt yourself. You had this same discussion with Tara, and now you've had it with me. We're both a pair of impressionable young women who could fall easily to your charms, correct?"

"It sounds awfully arrogant when you say it like that," said Frank sullenly.

"Maybe, but from someone who knows why you are acting that way, it is very sweet and shows what a caring man you are. Tara and I agree on that point." 

"Denae," Frank asked suspiciously, "What's your major."

"Psychology," she said sweetly.

"And as a Graduate student, does Tara perhaps teach one of your classes?"

Denae giggled. "As a matter of fact, she does."

"And what class would that be?" asked Frank, but he already knew the answer.

"Human Sexuality." Denae couldn't control her laughter anymore.

"Great! I feel like a trained lion in some weird side show. Siegfried and Freud!"

Denae was laughing so hard she almost wet herself. Finally she composed herself enough to speak. "Sorry Frank, but that was very funny. Look, Tara's told me a lot about you. You made quit the impression on her. She said you were a classic example of how women ruin men and make things hard on all of us."

"So I'm a case study now?" asked Frank sarcastically.

"Actually," said Denae, "I had hoped to do a little more research tonight." She reached down between Frank's legs and caressed the bulge in his crotch. "Frank, trust me, there are no strings, not worries and not hurt feelings; just an intimate encounter between two consenting adults."

"So no emotions?" asked Frank.

"Oh I never said that," replied Denae. "Sex without emotion is boring. I can honestly say Frank that if we made love for a week like we did earlier today that I'd be yours for ever. I'm not ready for that and neither are you. That said, I think I can handle having you as my boy toy for the night, and maybe once or twice more down the road."

"So what is it exactly that you want from me?" asked Frank, suddenly more at ease.

"Simple," said Denae. "Take me home and fuck me till I pass out from exhaustion."

Frank chuckled. "Has Tara then been teaching you to get in touch with your inner slut too?"

"Bah, her and her inner slut. No Frank, I have no inner slut." Denae then reached over and unzipped his pants, pulled out his semi hard cock and wrapped her lips around it. Frank looked frantically around the parking lot for anyone that might catch them. Danae worked his prick in and out of her mouth, bathing it with her tongue until he was engorged and erect once more. She then let him fall from her mouth with a sultry wet smack of her lips, her hand still stroking his member. "My slut is right out there in the open. I hope you don't mind." She kissed him quickly once more and got out of the car, his hard cock still standing in his lap. "Race you to my place."

20 minutes later he was in her apartment, which happened to be just down the hall from Tara's. He asked Denae how she could afford such a nice place on what the average college student made. 

"Easy," she said as she closed the door and pulled her sweater up over her head, "daddy and roommates." 

Frank stiffened and looked around the room expectantly. Denae laughed.

"Don't worry big guy, their all out tonight. And even if they were home, who cares. Not me and not them. It wouldn't be the first time one of us brought home a guy." With that she grabbed a handful of his crotch and led him to her bedroom at the end of the hall.

Denae pulled her t-shirt up over her head, taking her bra with it. She took two steps as she unbuttoned her jeans and ripped them to the floor with her panties. Stepping out of them, she crawled onto the bed and lay on her back staring at him. She waggled a finger at him to come to her. 

Frank smiled and slowly began to remove his shirt. She'd got what she wanted last time, but this time, they were gonna do things his way. He tossed his shirt aside and stood, bare-chested before her. Denae moaned playfully and licked her lips. As he slowly unbuttoned his jeans, she started to squeeze a breast in one hand and rub her lightly furred pussy with the other. When Frank dropped his jeans and stood I just his boxers, Denae looked positively frustrated.

"Hurry up, Frank"

"Not on your life," he said and slowly, very slowly, lowered his boxers. Denae moaned again at the first sight of his erect manhood. She was making it hard for Frank not to give in and pounce on her as she slid three fingers into her self, her pussy making sexy squishing noises as her juices flowed freely. Frank crawled onto the bed and slowly crawled up to her, looking into her eyes. Slowly he licked his way up her silky thighs, and gently kissed the soft pubic hair covering her mound. He let his tongue lightly brush against the tips of her labia, making her squirm and push her hips for ward for more direct stimulation. Frank stopped and propped himself up, looking into her eyes.

"I told you earlier Frank," she said haughtily, "don't tease me. I don't like that shit."

"Are you sure?"

"Huh?"

"Just what I said, are you sure?" Frank was loving this. "Listen, miss I live sweaty hockey players, when was the last time one of these boys spent an hour just licking your entire body? When was the last time you had sex that lasted more than 15 minutes?"

Denae glared back tartly, proving the barb had hit home. "Look babe," he said, softening his tone. "I don't know exactly what Tara told you, but something she said made you want me. Maybe it was just that I have a big cock, I don't know."

"That certainly didn't hurt," said Denae, trying to be mad, but not succeeding. She was too horny.

Frank smiled. "Well something else she may not have told you is that there are two other benefits I have over most of these young pups. I can last longer, and I can get back in the saddle faster. So I tell you what, how about you do something to please me and play along here. Instead of getting upset by the torment of doing it slow, accept it and relish it. If after we're done you aren't satisfied I promise I'll fuck you so hard you won't skate right for a week. Deal?"

Denae looked at him and giggled. "God Frank you are so serious." She sat up and kissed him, biting his lower lip playfully. "Look Frank, when I'm horny I get nasty and bitchy, it's just my thing. I guess I've watched too many porno movies, I don't know. But I'm sorry if I upset you. If you want to go slow, I'll try to restrain myself. But we made a deal. You aren't leaving here until I'm exhausted!"

Frank laughed. "Deal." With that he leaned forward and kissed her, pulling back as her tongue entered his mouth. Playfully he licked her lips, and trailed his tongue down her neck. He licked slowly along her collar bones and dragged his teeth across her surprisingly muscular shoulders. As he did so, his hand fell between her thighs, which she opened wider with a low moan.

He ran his fingers lightly through her sparse pubic hair, letting the tips glide along her wet and swollen pussy lips without even the slightest hint of penetration. He now trailed licks and kisses across chest. His tongue glided across her firm tits, lavishly licking the undersides, and paying special attention to her light brown nipples. In the well lit bedroom he noticed her areolas were large, nearly silver dollar size and perfectly round. As they hardened they grew into tight peaks that were finger tip thick and easily a half inch long. He sucked hard but slowly on each nipple, nipping gently with his teeth, causing her back to arch. As she stretched her chest up to his suckling mouth, Frank let his fingers part her nether lips and begin to stroke her slit up and down. 

Frank stopped sucking her nipples ad went back to tongue bathing her gorgeous tits. He buried his face in her cleavage and felt a trembling hand entwine in his hair, holding him there. In response, Frank let two now well lubricated fingers slide deeper into her pussy. Denae let out a moan as she bit her lower lip in pleasure, a moan which turned suddenly into a gasp as he curled his fingers up and pressed against her g-spot. Her hand released him and Frank continued to lavishly lick her tits. He left them to kiss lower down her belly, his tongue playfully licking around her belly button. Her tits were glistening, covered in his saliva and Denae licked her lips as she looked down, watching him kiss her entire torso.

Frank took her hand in his and placed it on her breast, giving her tacit permission to touch herself. Denae's hand closed instantly, crushing her breast roughly. She pinched ad twisted her huge nipple forcefully, yet slowly, playing along with Frank as best she could. She looked into his eyes, licking her dry lips. Frank just smiled as the tortured look on her face and let his tongues slide further down until her was caressing her clit with the tip of his tongue. It stood out from it's hood extremely red. Frank had never seen a woman so turned on that her clit changed color, but there was no denying the way it pulsed. He gently swirled his tongue over it and Denae's pussy clamped around his fingers. He rubbed her g-spot as he licked and lightly sucked her clit. It took but a few seconds for Denae to let out a low half moan, half scream as her first orgasm course through her. 

Frank gently pulled his fingers from her dripping pussy and began to tongue her slit. He sucked the juices from her succulent lips and danced his tongue around the entrance to her vagina. Denae slowly brought her legs up to her chest, nearly putting them behind her head. Frank forced his tongue deeply into her cunt.

"Frank," said Denae softly and huskily, "play with my ass. Please? You can do it slow, but please."

Frank smiled and nodded. He continued to lick her clit and inserted a pair of fingers back into her wet pussy. He then withdrew then and slid first one, then two fingers into her tight pink asshole. He slowly finger fucked her ass and lapped at her entire pussy until another orgasm ran through her body.

Frank then kissed along a return route up her torso until her was face to face with her. She reached out and kissed him passionately, trembling as if trying to hold back a tidal wave. She frantically kissed his mouth, his face, his neck and his chest. Frank then put her legs over his shoulders and let his cock lay across her pelvis. He slowly moved it back and forth, grinding his shaft against her hardened clit. Denae's hands locked onto his ass and she stared into his eyes, her mouth open in a silent gasp.

"Denae, I didn't say you had to be silent," said Frank, kissing her nose, "just slow."

Denae licked her lips again and looked up into Frank's eyes. "Frank, please fuck me," she said, then added to show her acceptance of her predicament, "fuck me slow. Fuck me slow if you must, but fuck me deep Frank. I want all of you inside me."

Frank leaned in and kissed her. She responded to his deep passionate kiss with a cry of pleasure. Frank guided his cock to the mouth of her pussy. He legs being pinned back against her chest, she was tilted up at the perfect angle. She was so wet that he sunk into her depths as if she were made of butter, for that's how it felt. He plunged deeply into her and then pushed even deeper until he felt his head lodge against he back wall of her pussy. Denae cried out, "Oh my gawd!" 

Frank let out a moan of his own as her vaginal muscles clenched up to seize his cock tightly. He pulled out of her at a pace which was agonizingly slow even to him. He could se the shear torture in Denae's eyes. He slowly slid back into her depths, repeating this process for 2 or 3 unbearable minutes. Denae was holding tightly to his shoulders, her fingers leaving bruises, he was sure. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply and languidly as he fucked her slowly. Denae's fingers curled into his hair and she moaned into his mouth.

After a few minutes Frank buried himself as deeply as he could and held himself there. He ground his hips in circular motions, rubbing his pubic bone against her tender clit. Denae started to pant, and grind her hips the opposite direction. She started to moan a desperate whine and push back with her legs which were pinned over he shoulders. He understood and started to thrust in and out, slightly faster than before, his cock traveling no more than an inch per second. Denae's mouth opened and a small cry erupted as if trapped in her throat. Her chest arched up and she dug her fingernails into Frank's shoulders as her pussy muscles gripped him almost painfully. He could feel the ripples of her orgasm through her entire body and she let loose another strangled whine before collapsing on the bed gasping for air.

Frank caressed the hair out of her face. "You OK?" he asked gently.

"H, h, holy shit," she said, still gasping. "Wow Frank, I've never cum that hard. You literally took my breath away. I tried to scream, but I couldn't." She started to chuckle.

"So I assume that means you approve?" frank asked.

"OK, so you were right. I still like it hard, though," she said trying ot be catty, but not succeeding. "So now is it my turn?"

Frank nodded and she rolled him over on his back. She grasped his cock and started to lick his shaft, faster than he had licked her pussy, but slower than the last time she had gone down on him. She took him into her mouth and sucked hard, slowly bobbing her head. She caressed his balls gently and flashing a naughty gleam in her eye, let her hand trail down to caress his asshole. Her touch sent a jolt of electricity up his cock. Denae wasn't sucking him like she was trying to get him to cum, she was just enjoying the act, trying to please Frank. Frank was lost in the sensation and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he looked down and realized that she had taken him deep into her throat, a mere two inches still showing at the base. With a final squeeze of his balls she pulled off and took a deep breath.

"Umm, I can see why Tara loves to suck your cock, Frank," she said. "However, my pussy is aching and well, really empty." With that she crawled up and straddled his waist, gently easing his dick into her cleft.

The evening culminated with Denae, trying to control her excitement, riding him slowly until she was in an absolute frenzy. He massaged her breast and sucked her luscious nipples while she reached back to fondle his balls. Frank finally pushed her over the edge when he reached around to cup her supple ass. To his surprise, Denae grabbed one hand and guided it to her crack. Understanding, Frank slid a finger into her fiery asshole, gently frigging her as she bent forward and ground her clit against him. She then began to rhythmically squeeze his cock as if milking it with her vaginal muscles. 

Frank looked up in surprise. What he thought had been a random biological response, he now understood was deliberate. Denae had been controlling the pressure of her pussy around him. "You like?" she asked.

"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

Denae giggled. "From Sandra." With that, she started grinding harder, and faster, not to the frantic pace she obviously wanted, but controlled. Frank felt her relax and slid a second finger into her wet ass, and Denae exploded.

He lost track of the number of times she came. Denae rode through a series of moaning orgasms as he desperately fought off his own release. When finally he could take no more he reached up and grabbed her firm breasts and released his seed inside of her.

Denae arched her back and let out a loud moan of pleasure as his cum blasted into the depths of her vagina. It ran from her pussy to cover his balls and the sheets below. She squeezed him tightly with her pussy muscles, and Frank relished the sensation. When his body stopped spasming he relaxed his death grip on her tits and she gently collapsed onto him. She laid her head on his chest, wrapped her arms around his back and sighed, his cock still inside of her.

Frank wrapped his arms likewise around her and kissed her forehead. He decided to just wait until her panting stopped and she regained her composure. His cock softened until it slid gently from her soaked pussy. He waited a good three minutes and then heard what sounded like a soft snore. He brushed the hair back from her face and discovered her fast asleep, a not so angelic smile on her face. If there was a greater ego boost, Frank wasn't sure what it was.

He lay there, feeling rather pleased with himself, for another half hour. He looked over at the clock and realized it was nearly 11. He had to get home, he had an early meeting in the morning. He ran a hand gently down her back to wake her, and Denae purred and stretched, still sprawled across his chest.

"Sorry babe," he said regretfully,"but I gotta work tomorrow. Gotta get home."

Denae looked at him with a pout. "I figured it would be too much to ask you to stay and do me all night. Thanks for holding me though; it's been a longtime since a guy did that of his own free will."




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 04



"Honey, if I didn't have to work I'd stay here and hold you all night." Frank meant it to. Tara had been the same way that first night, almost starved for the most basic displays of affection. Denae's problem was obvious; she was dating the wrong guys for affection.

"I know," she said smiling brightly and leaning over to kiss him. It was a surprisingly warm and gentle kiss, different from any they had previously shared. Not hungry and lust filled, but tender. So there was more to this little nymph than just the "outer slut" as she called it. "Thank you Frank. Today was incredible."

"Stop, you'll make me blush," said Frank. He finished dressing and turned to leave. Denae lay stretched out on the bed, a purple sheet half covering her body, looking for all the world like a sixties pin-up girl. Frank just shook his head. "College girls at my age? Some how it just don't seem right."

"Trust me Frank," said Denae, "it feels just fine to us college girls."

He walked over to the bed and gave her a parting kiss. "Denae, take my advice. Stop dating hockey players and find yourself a nice boy from the band or something."

"Can't do it," she said mournfully, "I like big sticks."

Frank chuckled. "Alright then, see you at practice tomorrow."

He opened the door and was halfway through when she called to him. "Hey Frank, you ever play hockey nude?"

Frank just shook his head and smiled, closing the door as Denae dissolved into a fit of giggles.

He reached the end of the hallway and stopped short. There, in the living room were Sara and Rashal, lounging on the couch watching TV. Sara was wearing a pair of flannel pajamas and Rashal was wearing a short red baby doll nightgown. Frank could only blink confused as they smiled back at him, Rashal giving him a little wave.

"Hi Frank, funny seeing you here," said a voice behind him. He spun around to see Sandra coming from the room next to Denae's. She wore a grey T-shirt that covered her ass just enough to deny him the knowledge of what she wore beneath it, if anything. She had a big smile and a naughty gleam in her eyes.

"Hey Sandra," stammered Frank, "I um...well..."

"Relax sweety," she said patting his cheek in a motherly way, "we could care less who Denae brings home. She's a big girl."

"And a happy girl at that," said Sara brightly.

"Yeah," agreed Rashal nodding her head, "I don't think I've ever heard her make some of those sounds before."

The two girls dissolved into a fit of giggles and Frank turned to look at Sandra, who simply smiled and raise an eyebrow at him. 

"Yeah," he said suddenly self conscious in front of these three girls, "well I have to work in the morning so I better get going."

"See you at practice," said Sara, regaining her composure somewhat.

He was almost out the door when Sandra called to him. "Hey Frank, you never did answer Denae's question."

Frank turned crimson red and continued out the door. In the hall way he could hear the three girls cackling loudly and knew they just loved his discomfort. In his car, Frank started laughing himself. They're just jealous, he thought, and then reminded himself about how arrogant that sounded. Oh well, he just fucked the shit out of a 20 year old blonde bombshell, twice. He was allowed a touch of arrogance.



Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 05



Practice the next day was interesting to say the least. He was very apprehensive during warm-up until Sandra skated up and thumped him on the mask with hers. "Relax kid, its play time." She winked at him and skated off, and he knew none were the wiser. 

There were some subtle differences though. When one of the freshman girls lost an edge and crashed into him, Denae pounced on her like a mother lion defending her cub. Alan grabbed the freshman as Sandra pulled the screaming Denae off of her. "Damn it Denae, chill out!"

"Well what kinda rube-ass shit was that?" screamed Denae. "We all know he's still recovering from the concussion!"

"Easy, she just lost an edge," said Frank, "she wasn't even cutting it close. It happens; it is a contact sport after all."

"I don't care!" she yelled.

Sandra grabbed Denae by the facemask and made her look into her eyes. "Look Princess," Sandra said lowly so only the three of them could hear, "unless you want these other busy bodies on the team to get the idea that you have a crush on Hasek over here, I suggest you relax a bit. Once, they'll give you because it was your boyfriend who fucked him up in the first place and you feel responsible. Pull that "get off my man" shit again, and they might get the impression that the masked man here spent the even tearing up that pretty pink pussy of yours with that monster he's packing under those pads." Sandra actually licked her lips after that statement, and Frank blinked in surprise.

"So," she continued, "are we cool now."

"Yeah," said Denae, "you're right. Sorry." 

"Its ok kid," said Sandra tapping her on the head, "Now go tell the freshman you're sorry you made her cry and explain that you're just feeling protective because your boyfriend beat up our practice goalie."

"Thanks a lot," said Frank sarcastically and Sandra threw him a wink.

"Sucks to be the Captain," she said when she saw Denae and the freshman give each other a brief hug. "OK, time to go explain how there's no crying in hockey." She gave Frank a slap on the pads with her stick and skated off.

"And a fine Captain at that," said Frank to himself.

After practice Frank showered quickly, tossing a few glances at the crack in the tile where he had seen through to the girls' shower the day before. He considered sneaking another peek, but Alan was packing his gear in the next room, and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. He packed up his gear and headed out to his car to find Denae and the Ra-Ra's leaning against it waiting.

"Hey Frank," said Denae in a friendly mater of fact way, "You free for dinner?"

Frank paused a moment, wondering about the implications of the invitation. Was she starting to fall for him? If so he didn't want to lead her on, but he had actually enjoyed hanging out with the four girls for dinner the night before. Fear, that had been ruling his life for too long came rushing back in. What was it Denae had said, that he was scared to hurt anyone the way he had been hurt? Well she knew the score and knew that there wasn't going to be any relationship between them, so why was he stressing about it. It stuck him how ridiculous this would sound to any other guy, that he was actually thinking about refusing an invitation to have dinner with four sexy 20 year olds.

"Sure," he said, "why not. Where are we going? I'll buy."

"Our place," said Denae brightly, and his suspicions were brought back to life.

"Relax tiger," said Sandra in her sarcastic manner, mistaking his surprise as one of excitement at the possibilities, not concern. "I have a project due tomorrow and I need some guinea pigs to try it out on."

"Sandra in the culinary school," said Sara helpfully.

"These three are pretty used to my flavors by now," Sandra said, "I need a fresh tongue."

Frank wondered if the Freudian slip were intentional or not. When Sandra raised an eyebrow, he was sure she knew exactly what she had said. He smiled and looked right into her eyes. "Sure, why not. My tongue is yours to use and abuse as you see fit."

Sandra shook her head and Rashal and Sara started giggling. Denae on the other hand, shot him a pained look that told him very clearly what she'd like to do with his tongue. 

"Let's go," said Denae brightly, "I'll ride with Frank."

"Just be careful," said Sandra, "we already lost one goalie that way."

Frank could feel himself turning red and Sandra close the car door and the girls pulled out of the parking lot. He looked over at Denae who smiled back at him with a naughty twinkle in here eyes. By the time Frank had backed up and pulled out into traffic, she had his cock buried in her throat and was working him slowly and deliberately. It was obvious she was just teasing him, and had no plans of bringing him off anytime soon.

"Look," said Frank about 6 blocks from her apartment, "you better either finish the job quick or quit right now, because I'm not walking in there looking like I'm smuggling a billy club."

Denae giggled and removed her mouth from his cock. "I guess you have a point, but I don't want to waste it. I think I'll save it all for later." She gently pushed his cock back into his pants and started to zip his fly.

"Um, why don't you let me do that," he said apprehensively. "Nothing personal, just a bad experience in high school."

Denae giggled and removed her hands. When they pulled up to the apartment building, Frank leaned over and pulled Denae to him. He kissed her hungrily, lustfully and she melted into him. His hand snaked down the front of her sweats and he began to slowly rub small circles around her sensitive clit. Denae moaned into his mouth and within seconds he could feel his hands swimming in her fluids. He suddenly broke their kiss and withdrew his hand from her pants and looking into her eyes, licked her sweet nectar from his fingers. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" he asked and got out of the car. She moaned in frustration and crossed her arms, pouting. He laughed and opened her car door offering her his hand. She took it and let him pull her from the car. He lightly kissed her forehead, and she couldn't help but smile.

"You owe me," she said with a wicked grin.

"Don't worry," Frank said, "I'll make good. I don't want to make a habit of this, but since you've already got me in your web, the least I can do is offer you one more night of orgasmic bliss."

Inside the apartment the other three girls already had the table set and Sandra was busy getting dinner ready. Denae went off to the kitchen to help Sandra while the other two girls drug Frank off to the living room to entertain him. Much to Frank's surprise the talk centered on hockey, and mainly them wanting to hear about the good ole days. They listened eagerly as Frank regaled them about what it was like before the days of high impact plastic protective gear and composite sticks. Back when goalie pads weighed more than a large fourth grader, and he wore a mask that was straight out of a Friday the 13th movie. He was relieved when Sandra informed them that dinner was ready. All the reminiscing was making him feel old.

He looked over at Sandra as she sat at the end of the table. He found himself wondering if she was in fact a lesbian. He hated stereotyping people, but all the signs were there. She was definitely the alpha female in the group, and treated them al with an almost mother protectiveness. While she showed him no dislike, she was in no way flirtatious, as the other girls were. She was very athletic and fit, not a sign in and of itself, but she paired it with an almost boyish style of dress. Not to say she was butch in anyway, to the contrary she was quite feminine in appearance. She continued to drop jibes at both him and Denae with not so subtle hints about their sexual encounters, which led him to think there may be a touch of jealousy there, and he doubted it was Denae that she was jealous of. All in all he really didn't care, but it made him curious about what other arrangements might be going on in this house amongst its occupants. The thought of these four girls naked in a pile on the living room floor made his cock twitch, and he had to clear his throat and take a drink of water to keep from turning red.

The dinner was exquisite. He recognized a number of the items, but was completely clueless as to others. Sandra waited until everyone was seated and then laid out the menu.

"Okay, here's what we have tonight. The salad is a mixed greens with Argüelles tossed with almonds and pine nuts, with a coriander dressing. We also have oyster stew, followed by chicken stuffed with figs and covered in a ginger and nutmeg glaze and brazed asparagus with a light truffle sauce. And for dessert, bananas foster and chocolate dipped strawberries." Sandra looked at Frank proudly, almost defiantly, as if daring him to say anything about her menu.

"Wow," was all Frank could say, "And here I was expecting Home-Ec grade lasagna or something."

The girls giggled.

"I'm studying French cuisine right now," said Sandra grabbing a bottle of Chardonnay from the small wine rack. "It's a little uppity for my tastes, but some people like it. Dig in." With that she uncorked the wine and passed the bottle.

Frank was amazed at how everything tasted. Of all the dishes, only the oyster stew was familiar to him. Even the chicken, with its inventive ginger and nutmeg was unique, and Frank was amazed at how the flavors contrasted from the bite of the ginger to the sweetness of the figs stuffed in side, the meaty neutral flavor of the chicken forming a bridge between the two. The asparagus was coated in a luxurious truffle sauce, and Frank wondered how she had afforded to buy real truffles. 

When dinner was finished, Sandra sat back expectedly and stared at Frank. "Well?"

"Sandra," he said looking right into her eyes, "are you sure you're a hockey player?"

The girls started laughing. "Seriously," he said, "this was amazing. The menu items were so different yet they all blended together so well. The chicken dish was so complex. I love how there were two distinctive flavors in the ginger and the figs. They easily could have been at odds, but the chicken was the perfect base to bring them together."

"You see girls," Sandra said, "that is what I need to hear, not yeah it was great!" And with that, Frank saw Sandra really smile for the first time. It wasn't a sardonic lopsided grin she usually wore, but a real smile of pleasure at his compliments. 

"I don't know," said Rashal. "Why do I feel like I just entered and episode of Iron Chef?" Again the girls giggled.

"Oh shut up," said Sandra. She then turned her smile back to Frank. "Thank you Frank. I'm glad you liked it."

"No," said Frank, "thank you. Just be sure to invite me over for mid-terms!"

"You got it," she said still smiling. "Okay girls, clean up time. Denae, why don't you take your little friend back into the living room and get him another glass of whine while we clear things off. Then we'll have dessert."

Denae poured Frank another glass and taking his hand, lead him into the living room and turned on the gas fireplace. "Be right back, I'm gonna change clothes." She gave him a parting kiss and ran lightly down the hall to her bedroom. 

She emerged a couple minutes later wearing a pink camisole and a skimpy pair of pink lace boy shorts which crept seductively up her ass and perfectly framed her round cheeks. Her nipples poked obscenely out through the thin fabric and pink gave her skin a rosy cast. She walked over and sat next to him, curling up like a kitten on his lap. He was instantly on guard again, his self consciousness coming back as he threw a glance toward the kitchen.

"Um, Denae," he said softly, "as sexy as you look in that outfit and you do look damn sexy by the way, do you think it's entirely appropriate?"

Denae gave him a disgusted sigh, "Frank for being wild in bed you are the most prudish person I have ever met. No it's not inappropriate; this is what I always where when I'm lounging around with my roommates. If you're worried about them finding out that we are screwing around, I'd say last night took care of that problem. The pussy is out of the bag, so to speak."

"I guess you're right," he said, a bit embarrassed by everything that had happened.

"Don't be embarrassed and don't worry about it," Denae said, reaching up and caressing his cheek, "it's all good. They don't care at all. Now if I suddenly announced that I was madly in love with you, they might be a little worried, but as long as it's just us having fun, it's cool. I dare say they are even a little jealous."

"What?" said Frank in surprise.

"Yeah," she said. "They gave me a really hard time about being a screamer last night after you left. Then Sara asked me 101 questions about what all we did, what it was like, etc."

"Wait a minute," said Frank warily, "what did you tell them?"

"Oh, pretty much everything," said Denae. She started giggling at his shocked expression to her answer. "Oh grow up Frank, that's what girlfriends do. We have no secrets from each other, but none of the four of us would ever rat out one of the others if we told them not to. I specifically said that what I told them stays between the four of us."

Frank sighed, "You're ruining my reputation, you know."

"You'll live," quipped Denae.

Just then Sandra announced that dessert was ready and the three girls entered carrying trays and a Champagne bucket. Frank was shocked not by the elegance of the presentation, but by what the three girls wore. All had changed clothes and were wearing outfits similar to Denae's.

Rashal was wearing a tiger print satin nightgown that covered her to mid thigh and hung low enough on it's spaghetti straps that he could see plenty of cleavage and cocoa skin. Sara was wearing a white lace baby doll nighty which was semi transparent. As the firelight glinted, he could see her nipples as dark shadows under the sheer white fabric. Sandra was wearing basically the same thing she had the night before, but a different t-shirt. This one was black and in white letters across it was the saying 'Mean People Suck'. Again he found himself wondering what she had on underneath that t-shirt.

Sandra was carrying a silver tray which had the chocolate dipped strawberries and the banana's foster on it, while Sara carried a stack of plates and forks and Rashal the champagne. Sandra winked at him and turned to set the tray on the coffee table and he saw the back of her shirt was also printed. It read "Nice People Swallow'. Frank was about to laugh when she bent over and set the tray down, causing the t-shirt to ride up slightly. He saw the bottom of her bare ass cheeks peeking out beneath the hem of the t-shirt, and swore that between her slightly parted legs he could see just the hint of her fleshy mound. One more mystery solved, he thought, she's not wearing anything under that t-shirt. The site before him caused his cock to jump again and harden just a bit.

She then pulled out a lighter and lit two long taper candles to finish the scene. She stepped back and surveyed the presentation. She brought her hand to her chin as if puzzled. "Something's not right here," she said.

"I know," said Sara, "we're all dressed in something comfortable and Frank still looks lie he should be at a business meeting."

Sandra nodded in agreement. "Hm. What are we going to do about that? I don't think he'll fit into one of your nighties Denae."

"No problem," said Denae, "boxers and a t-shirt will fit in just fine."

"How do you know he's got on boxers?" asked Rashal.

"Why do you think she wasn't hungry when she got her," said Sandra setting the girls into a fit of giggles. "Come on Frank, take em off!"

Frank was too shocked to say anything.

"Oh for the love of..." Denae said as she stood and pulled him to his feet. "Four college girls in lingerie tell him to strip and he stands there embarrassed." She started unbuttoning his shirt like a frustrated mother trying to get a kid ready for bed.

"Alright, alright," Frank said pushing Denae's hands away and unbuttoning his pants. "Give a guy a minute to cope, will ya? This is new territory for a man my age."

The girls once more started giggling. He removed his pants as stood in his white t-shirt, blue boxers and black socks. He looked at Denae and opened his arms for approval. "Happy?" She simply looked down at his feet and raised an eyebrow.

"What," she asked, "you don't like the black socks?" She shook her head and he sighed mournfully and removed the black argyle socks.

"There, much better," said Sandra. "Let's eat."

The arranged themselves around the twin couches and Sandra served them. Each time she bent to fill a plate she would bend a little deeper, her ass exposing itself to his view. When she popped the champagne, she dropped the cork and bent quickly to retrieve it. When she did Frank found himself staring at her fully exposed ass. The round globes were rock hard and muscular, yet the skin was flawless. Not a trace of hair could be seen as his eyes traveled down her crack. Staring him right in the faced was the wrinkled ring of her asshole, its color barely distinguishable from the pale skin around it, only a touch of crimson setting it off. 

His eyes continued and he could her pussy obscenely exposed to his view. Two large puffy lips hung down, completely bare and slightly parted. No mound was present around them, a tribute to her lack of body fat. He could see the point where the lips met and the well hidden clit that lay at its top. His eyes strained for a hint of her lightning bolt shaped bush, but saw none. His eyes continued their journey and he was a bit disappointed to realize that the light was too low for him to see the breast concealed within her t-shirt. What he did see was Sandra, staring back at him from between her legs.

She had paused ever so slightly in her bending and looked back at him. He felt the flush begin to creep up his face. Sandra smiled her sardonic grin and winked at him before bending back up. The whole exchange took less than a second, but the implications hit him hard. The little bitch had done that on purpose. She was teasing him. He thought back to his suspicions. Was this a lesbian playing games and teasing him with something he couldn't have, or was it something else?

So there he sat, in his boxer shorts, in between Denae and Sandra, with two other 20 year old girls in sexy lingerie across the table from him, drinking champagne and eating chocolate covered strawberries. He tried to think of something to say, something to stimulate the conversation, but the only thing that came to mind was 'Dear Penthouse...'

They ate dessert and each had a second glass of Champagne, making small talk and chatting about nothing. Out of the blue, Sandra asked Frank, "So what did you think about the way I put the menu together tonight?"

"I thought it was great," said Frank, "I've never had a meal laid out like that."

"Sandra's really big into themed meals," said Sara taking a sip of champagne.

"So what was your theme for tonight?" asked Frank, taking the bait.

"Sex," she said flatly.

"Excuse me?" said Frank.

"Each of the foods and herbs used in the preparation of that meal are purported to have aphrodisiacal qualities," Sandra said, taking another sip of champagne. "That's the basis for my assignment. A Meal for Passion."

There was a pause and for some reason Frank was keenly aware that the normally bubbly girls weren't giggling. This concerned him and he looked around at the four of them. Sandra was grinning, half hiding her smile behind her champagne flute, her eyes dancing naughtily. Sara's eyes were filled with hungry look and her lips were pressed together in a thin line, as if terrified that he might say no. Rashal was sitting back, her legs crossed and thighs rubbing slowly together. She traced a finger around the rim of her flute and liked her lips as he made eye contact with her. 




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 05



Finally he let his gaze lock with Denae's. He stared into her eyes and could see she looked frightened. He didn't understand what she was scared of. She turned and knelt beside him, leaning in and kissing him softly and took his hand in both of hers.

"Frank," she whimpered, "please don't be mad. I didn't mean this to come off like a set up; we just thought we'd surprise you. We really thought it would be fun." Frank couldn't tell if she was serious of acting.

"So Frank," said Sandra, leaning back against the arm of the couch and propping one leg up, "Are you mad at us?"

He looked at Sara again, who looked even more desperate for his answer. Rashal had stopped rubbing her legs together and was watching him intently. Denae actually looked to be on the verge of tears, so he reached out and gave her a little hug.

"No," said Frank, "but you have to admit that this is a little overwhelming. Getting seduced by four co-ed hockey players half my age? That's letter to Penthouse material."

"Good lord, Frank," said Rashal, "I can't believe it took you this long to catch on. What you think we just randomly invite guys over to hand out with the girls in their underwear?" Sara started giggling.

"Now Rashal," said Sandra reasonably, "try to remember that frank is a goalie. They're all a little slow, if you know what I mean."

"They also carry bigger sticks," said Denae.

"Speaking of which," said Sara excitedly, "can we see it?"

Frank blinked and started turning red. Sandra rolled her eyes at Sara. "Sara my love, you are about a subtle as heart attack," she said. "And if you keep that approach up, you might give Frank one before you get to see it up close and personal."

"Hey thanks for reminding me about my age," he said testily. Sandra laughed and then to his surprise leaned over and kissed him sweetly with slightly parted lips. 

"Sorry baby," she said. "Okay, let's go over the ground rules here. Everyone here is certified 100% disease free and on the pill, so we can dispense with the condoms, if you are ok with that Frank." Frank nodded and she continued her lecture to the girls.

"No one is to force Frank to do anything he doesn't want to. I'm sure we'll be pushing you to the limit, but if you are uncomfortable with anything Frank, just tell us. We'll understand." Sandra gave him a look and a grin that said she didn't think he would have any problems.

"Good lord, Sandra," chimed in Rashal, "he's not a virgin."

"Also," said Sandra raising her voice, "this is a one time event. Period. Denae and I talked about this and we all need to understand that Frank is a very caring person and doesn't want to hurt anyone. That's probably why he didn't try to jump us after the oyster stew course." A bevy of giggles followed and Denae patted his thigh.

Sandra continued. "None of us can be dumb enough to think that Frank's gonna fall for a 19 or 20 year old college girl and sweep us off our feet and take us to the promised land. Do Frank the courtesy of not putting him in the position to break our hearts. No fawning, no love letters, no stalking, no late night phone calls, suicide threats, no spray painting of cars, no slashing of tires, no jealous rages, no psycho-bitch behavior in general. If you think you might get addicted to the dick, don't suck it." She paused and turned to Frank. "Does that about cover your concerns, Frank?"

The girls dissolved into laughter and Frank looked down feeling foolish. Sandra lifted his chin. "Look sweetie," she said, "I for one admire you for not wanting to break any hearts. Let's just keep things uncomplicated and fun, right?"

"Works for me," said Frank.

"Okay, so then relax and enjoy the party, baby," Sandra said. "We're just four horny puck sluts in need of a big stick."

"Four?" Frank said, not realizing he had actually said it out loud.

Sandra chuckled, "Ah so he had his suspicions about me. Or did you hear rumors from the boys?"

"Um..." stammered Frank, "I didn't mean any offense, Sandra, but I thought it might be a possibility. Not that I care, mind you, but missed signals and all that, as if this whole evening wasn't confusing enough. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend you."

Sandra laughed again and then threw a leg over him to straddle his lap on the couch. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of his boxer shorts, and his cock started to rise. She put he arms around his neck and looked down into his eyes.

"No worries, lover. I tend to put on the ice queen act to scare off the little boys. I prefer to date men, more mature guys. You know, men that actually have brains in their heads and treat a woman with respect." She leaned over and kissed him again, sucking his lover lip into her mouth and biting on it gently. "So the answer to your question is yes, four of us. I don't play for the other team. That isn't to say that I haven't feasted on a snatch or two in my day, but I do love the cock."

Frank slid his hands around and caressed her firm ass. Her skin was velvety soft and threw into sharp contract the hard cuts of her muscular thighs. He cupped her firm cheeks and squeezed. She bent in and kissed him deeply, her tongue fencing with his. Slowly she ground her crotch against the growing bulge in his pants.

Sandra put her face nose to nose with his and looked into his eyes. "We've never done this before, but Denae told us about yesterday, and about the way you treated Tara." Frank shuddered a little bit apprehensively. Sandra held his gaze.

"The point is Frank that you are an extremely nice guy, that much is obvious from spending any time with you. You're respectful, you know how to be gentle when a girl wants gentle, and you know how to fuck the shit out of her when she's begging for it fast and hard. You'd go out of your way to avoid hurting anyone and you are genuine and up front. Top that off with the fact that you're packing a schlong usually reserved for porn stars and internet fantasies, and that makes you one hell of a man, damned near perfect. If you were 18 years younger we'd probably be having a cat fight to see who got to claim you. As it stands none of us can 'have' you, so we get to have an orgy and share you. 

She broke the kiss and smiled at him. "Frank, that's quite a weapon I feel growing down there. I'd like nothing better than to rip that monster out and ram it right up my snatch, but if you don't show that thing to Sara soon I think she'll start hyperventilating."

He looked over her shoulder to see Sara, staring intently at the pair of them. She sat forward on the edge of the couch, both hands between her knees, rocking back and forth in anticipation. Her nipples looked ready to rip through the fabric. Rashal and Denae were both lounging back in the corners of their respective couches.

"What's with her?" Frank asked Sandra.

"Well Denae pumped you up pretty good," said Sandra, "pardon the pun, telling us how big your dick was. Sara's never seen one that big, let alone been with anyone that endowed. So, unless Denae was over exaggerating, and my pussy lips are right now guessing that she wasn't off by much, Sara's might be in for a first time treat."

"So you have big cock experience?" teased Frank.

"I knew a boy back on the farm in high school who packed quite a nice piece, yeah." Sandra tossed her hair at Rashal. "She used to date black boys back in Chicago, and swears the stories are true. Denae, well she has first hand knowledge of the member at hand here. So that just leaves little Sara."

Sandra leaned close and whispered huskily in his ear. "Look at her Frank; she's actually quivering in anticipation. That's for you Frank. You did that to her. Don't be afraid of us Frank, you're here because we want you." 

Frank kissed her once more and snaked a hand around her firm ass. He ran a finger between her legs and just barely parted her now moist lips. He ran the finger from her lips, up her ass causing her breath to catch as he caressed her tightly clenched asshole, then continuing up her back to the base of her neck. Sandra moaned into his mouth and smiled, and then chuckling swung her leg off him and settled herself into her corner of the couch, her face flushed.

Frank rose and walked over to stand in front of Sara. "I think she should take care of the unveiling, do you girls?" asked Frank. They readily agreed. Sara licked her lips in anticipation and reached slowly up for the waistband of his boxers.

"Wait!" shouted Sandra, "I can't see from here. I mean I'm sure his ass is really cute and all, but that's not what I wanted. Turn a little." He did so, and then Rashal complained she couldn't see. 

Ever the problem solver, Sandra told them to pull the other couch corner to corner to they formed and 'L'. They did so, and resumed their places. Denae then crawled across the couch and into Sandra's lap, her back against her chest. Sandra absentmindedly started caressing Denae's breasts through the thin fabric of the camisole, causing Frank's cock to jump again. 

"Okay," said Sandra "is everyone ready?"

Everyone acknowledged their satisfaction with the new arrangements and Sara once more reached for the waistband. 

"Wait!" said Rashal, and Sara let out a whimper of frustration. 

"What now!" Sara screamed.

"Do we need a drum roll or something?" asked Rashal.

"Maybe the lighting is better over on that side of the room," said Sandra.

"Is everyone's glass full?" asked Denae. "We should toast to its magnificence."

"Oh for fuck's sake," said Frank laughing, "just do it Sara."

Needing no further prompting she reached up and pulled the boxers down quickly. Frank tried to tell her to go slow, but it was too late. His erection sprang up from his boxers like a strange rubber band to smack Sara right in the face. She jumped in surprise causing the girls to burst into laughter. "Sorry, I tried to warn you," said Frank.

Rashal and Sandra's laughter was choked off when they got a good look at Frank standing there, his rigid 10 inch cock standing out in all it's glory. "Oh my gawd!" exclaimed Sandra, and shoved Denae out of her lap so she could scramble over for a close look.

"Some dyke you are," snorted Denae in mock disgust, "first dick you see you just kick me to the curb."

"Shut up slut," snapped Sandra, "you lied to us."

"How's that?" replied Denae indignantly.

"You told us he was packing," Sandra retorted, "but this thing's a fucking deadly weapon! I can honestly say I've never seen anything this big." Frank started to blush again.

"It's so fucking thick," said Rashal also moving closer. "I've met some brother's with some length in their dicks, but you got em beat on pure poundage, no doubt. I hope they make this in a black model."

Sara just stared at it. "Wow!" she said. Slowly she reached out a hand and wrapped it around his throbbing cock and slowly started caressing his shaft. She threw a defiant look at the other girls, her girlish grin finally returning. "I saw it first!"

"Fine fine, you little cock hound," snapped Sandra, "Tell you what, you take the shaft, and I'll baby-sit the step children." Sara nodded and licked her lips.

"If you'll excuse me," said Rashal, "I'll be over here in the corner waiting my turn with a couple fingers jammed up my snatch. But don't take too long."

"Don't worry girls," said Denae, "he's got plenty of stamina. He'll go a long, long time. I'll tell ya what, you three have fun, and I'll just stay over here and enjoy the show. But when you're done, I get him the rest of the night. Deal?"

With that the two girls laid Frank back on the couch. Sandra knelt between his legs, while Sara knelt beside him. They grinned at each other and started both licking the base of his massive shaft. Up and down they licked his member until it glistened in the firelight. Sara moved her mouth up to his head and moaned slightly as she dropped her head, piercing her lips with his cock. She lovingly swirled her tongue around the bulbous head and worked it in and out between her lips. Frank then felt Sandra's hot tongue lapping slowly at his balls. She gently sucked them one by one into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his sensitive sack.

Frank moaned in ecstasy as the girls sucked and licked him with twin tongues of fire. He slid a hand gently up Sara's lacey nighty, caressing the soft flesh of her ass, clad only in an equally transparent lace thong. At his touch, she moaned around his cock and took another couple inches into her mouth and pushed back against his hand. He moved his hand lower and found the crotch of her thong was completely saturated. He snaked a hand inside and easily slid a finger between her wet lips. He finger slid up until he found the little nub of her clit, and he began to caress her in slow circles. She let out a little cry and her back arched, but she resolutely kept his dick firmly lodged between her lips.

Frank smiled at her reaction and was emboldened by it. He decided that while being their sex toy for the night might be fun, he wanted to be a bit more involved. "Damn Sara," he said appreciatively, "your mouth is so hot. But I think I want a little something more. Can I taste you?"

Sara started struggling to get her panties off with one hand, while keeping the other firmly wrapped around this cock. Sandra laughed at her roommate's dilemma and crawled around the girl to help. She smiled wickedly at Frank and bending close, whispered a question. "How'd you know she loves to have her pussy eaten?"

"Doesn't every woman?" asked Frank.

Sandra smiled wickedly and slapped Sara hard on the ass. The Girl jumped and threw her leg over Frank and settled her self on his chest, never taking her sucking mouth from his cock. He once more caressed the soft skin of her ass and then pulled her back to his face. He started to slowly lick her wet pussy in long strokes. He lapped at her puffy lips, sucking them into his mouth and savoring her tangy juices. Her pussy was well trimmed, but not bare, and was covered in a fine blonde fur, like the skin of a peach. He moved this tongue up further and circled her hardening clit. When her hips began to rock, he locked his mouth over the little nub and sucked it hard into his mouth. 

Sara's body tensed and she impaled his cock down her throat as far as it would go. She continued to suck him in faster and faster strokes of her mouth, taking him so deep that he could feel her nearly gagging around his cock. He relished in her tangy taste and attacked her click with his tongue, much like Sandra was attacking his balls. He felt his leg being lifted, exposing him further, and felt Sandra's tongue firmly licking the sport just at the base of his sack as she massaged his balls. He relished the new sensation of having his balls licked while having his cock deep throated and a pussy ground into his face. 

Suddenly he felt her tongue snake a slimy trail down across his asshole. His sphincter instinctively tightened and he sucked in a surprised breath, along with Sara's swollen clit, causing Sandra to laugh and Sara to gasp. "I think he likes it," said Sandra, giving his asshole another teasing lick. 

Frank tried to relax and enjoy her ministrations, and concentrate on his tongue assault on Sara's little clit. Soon his mind was lost in the myriad of sensations in his groin. Sara was suckling loudly on his shaft, slobbering so much on his cock that his shaft and balls were positively dripping with her saliva. The sound she made as she took him down her throat was obscenely wet and as erotic anything he had ever heard in a porno movie. At the same time, Sandra's hand firmly massaged his wet balls, increasing the pressure within them. Added to that was the totally new sensation of Sandra tonguing his asshole. He marveled at the intensity of the sensation as she drove her tongue deeply into his relaxing anus. Electric shocks shot from his ass up his back and trough his cock. He thought briefly of the young studs these girls usually fucked, and what their reaction would be to Sandra snaking her tongue up their ass. The pleasure would probably make then think they were gay or something stupid like that. For his part, Frank was just fine with it. He'd never had a woman do anything to his ass before, and never really had any desire for it, but he certainly wasn't going to tell her to stop.

Sara was now grinding her cunt into his face and sucking his dick with abandon. Deciding to take a page from Sandra's playbook, he snaked his tongue up and circled her puckered little anus, at the same time sliding 2 fingers deep into her tight pussy and massaging her G-spot.

Sara yanked her head back off his cock and let out a sharp gasp. "Oh gawd!" she cried. She threw her leg over his body and rolled to the floor. Kneeling next to him she locked her mouth to his. The shy girl was gone, Sara knew what she wanted. "Fuck me Frank, right now! Please!"

Frank smiled up at her. "No," he said, pausing kissing her softly. "You fuck me."

She needed no more prompting, ripped the lace nighty over her head and quickly mounted his hips. Sandra had to force Sara to slow down, lest she hurt herself trying to get all of him in at once. Sara was panting like a bitch in heat as Sandra guided the head of his cock to her opening. Sara bit her lip as she slowly pushed back onto his cock. Frank's eyes went wide as his cock was forced into her pussy. As wet as she was, she was having great difficulty getting him side of her. Sara had the tightest pussy he had ever experienced. Tighter even than Tara's. He mused slightly at the comparison.

With one last plunge Sara took all of him balls deep into her pussy. She sat there, breathing heavy, trying to relax. Frank gave her time to adjust and reached up to cup her smallish tits. If Sandra hadn't told him to the contrary, he would have sworn Sara was a virgin. Finally having relaxed, Sara smiled down and him and gave a short stroke up and down.

"Wow, Frank," she said, "and I thought sucking on that monster of yours was hot! I've never felt so full in my life." She rocked her hips forward about half the length of his cock and thrust back down hard. Her eyes went wide and she let out a little gasp, only to replace it with a languid smile. She ran her fingers through her hair and pressed her chest into his hands. He ran his fingers over her dark nipples, pinching them ever so gently.

Sara sat upright, her back arched, and began to increase her pace as she pumped up and down on his cock. Not to fast, but not agonizingly slow either, she rode his dick with a look of girlish ecstasy. Frank felt Sandra's tongue once more swirl across his balls once more and then move up further to lick his shaft. As Sara lifted her hips to with draw from him for another penetrating stroke, Sandra would follow with her tongue. With each stroke she licked the underside of his shaft clean of Sara's pussy juice. 

Suddenly Sara was flung forward, flat against his chest, and Frank looked over her shoulder to Sandra with a hand in the small of Sara's back, forcing her down. He felt her tongue on his shaft and Sara continued to work her self back and forth on his cock with shallower strokes. He locked his lip to Sara's and their tongues dueled in an erotic sword fight. Suddenly Sara gasped and her back arched. Frank looked down to see Sandra, her eyes dancing wickedly, her hands on Sara's cheeks, and her face buried in the pretty blonde's ass.

Sara was moaning loudly now as she pounded herself faster on Frank's cock and Sandra's tongue invaded her sensitive asshole. Frank grabbed her tits and began firmly massaging them, taking one dark nipple into his mouth and sucking as hard as he could. The sensations pushed Sara over the brink and she came fiercely and loudly. Her whole body quivered and she collapsed on his chest. So tight was her pussy that his own orgasm was restricted. Sara lay there panting on his chest and Frank gently caressed her back, running a hand through her corn silk hair. Sandra was still busy, licking and sucking his balls to keep him hard. Sara, catching her breath, sat back up and plunged down on his cock again.




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 05



"Oh hell no," said Rashal pushing herself off the other couch. "Get off him you little slut it's my turn."

Sara pouted at her, but after one last long stroke, she did dismount her perch. She turned around and plunged his cock down her throat, nearly succeeding in taking it all, and sucked her pussy juice from his rod. Frank watched as she stumbled shakily over to collapse next to Denae, who wrapped her arms around the girl and settled back with her to watch the second act.

Sandra licked all the way up his shaft and looked into his eyes. "You know, I haven't gotten to suck on this ting yet." With that, she began gently suckling and nipping at this head with her teeth. The sensations were immediate and intense. It was obvious Sandra knew what she was doing. And he'd thought her a lesbian?

Her turned to see Rashal walk over and pull off the tiger striped nightgown. She sat on the coffee table and lay back, her knees bent and propped up on the edge, legs spread wide revealing her bare black pussy. "Come on Frank, gimme some uh that," she purred. "I ain't fragile like Sara, I'm used to big dicks, but I haven't had one in so long. Come on baby, fuck me like I know you wanna."

Rashal's nasty talk made Frank's cock twitch. He looked down and saw Sandra eyeing him. "Well," she said with that sardonic grin, "go get her tiger."

He sat up, then bent to kiss Sandra. She closed her eyes and leaned into his kiss as he caressed her face. "I'll be back for you later," he said.

"I can't wait," Sandra replied, without a trace of her usual sarcasm. She licked her lips and looked over at Rashal, lying on the coffee table with her legs spread and her pussy exposed. She had been furiously fingering herself watching Sara ride Frank, and her lips were swollen and gaped open a bit. The bright pink of her inner pussy was exposed and plainly visible.

Frank knelt between her knees and ran his hands up both thighs. "You know," he said with a smile, "I'm never been with a black woman before, but I've always been intrigued by their beauty." He slowly snaked a finger up and down through her wet slit, making her hips rise up just a bit. "I've always thought the contrast of the dark skin and the bright pink inner folds of a black woman's pussy was one of the most erotic sites imaginable. Almost like a chocolate covered cherry."

"DO you like chocolate covered cherries?" asked Rashal, almost pleading with him.

"Oh yeah," said Frank dropping his head and burying his tongue in her wet snatch. Rashal gasped and grabbed the back of his head. Frank didn't waste any time, he went right to work furiously tonguing her slit. He sucked and chewed on her lips, and his hands reached under her to cup her ass. He moved his mouth up and tongued her clit rapidly, sucking it and nipping at it playfully with his teeth.

"Fuck an A, Frank!" cried Rashal. "Oh yeah baby, eat my fucking cunt!"

Sandra laughed. "Sonuvabtich, Frank, what are you doing to the poor girl?"

Frank raised his head. "If you're good, I'll show you next."

"Shut up Sandra," said Rashal testily, "don't distract him." With that Rashal reached up and grabbed Frank's head and pushed it fiercely into her crotch. Frank laughed at the gesture but went back to work attacking her pussy with his tongue. Frank then felt a pair of hands on his ass, his cheeks were spread and Sandra once more planted her tongue firmly in his asshole. Damn but that bitch was nasty, and though he couldn't believe it himself, he loved it. Sandra then moved a hand around and stroked his cock slowly, just enough to keep him standing.

Rashal let go of his head and grabbed her legs behind the knees, pulling them as far up as she could. Frank slid two fingers into the soft pink folds of her snatch and began to massage her g-spot, at the same time he furiously sucked on her clit. Rashal began to cry out and her body arched up off the table as the orgasm took hold. She shook for 15 seconds until she let out a final cry and Frank's hand was drenched in a deluge of stick fluid.

"Holy shit!" cried Denae. "Did she just do what I think she just did?"

"Damn," said Sandra, "Rashal I didn't know you were a squirter."

Frank stared down in amazement at the going fluid coating his hand. He'd always though female ejaculation was an urban legend, but here was the proof right in the palm of his hand. Literally.

"Fuck!" moaned Rashal. "That was awesome Frank. Shit I haven't came that hard in years! And I've only squirted like that once before and that was with a vibrator. I thought I'd broken something." 

She sat up and kissed Frank passionately. "Hung like a black boy, eats pussy like a white dyke. Dame where have you been all my life? Now stand up and give mama a taste."

Frank stood in front of her, his cock still mostly erect. What little flaccidity there was disappeared as Rashal leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She didn't even bother trying to deep throat him, she simply sucked him in until her hit the back of her throat, then wrapped her hand around the rest and started pumping him furiously. The sight of his cock sliding past those full black lips was enough to make his cock swell back to full hardness almost immediately. Once he was hard again, Rashal let him plop from her mouth and looked up at him with burning brown eyes.

"Come on baby," she said, "fuck me like I know you want to. You know what I want."

Frank told her to turn around and she knelt by the coffee table, bending over until her chest lay on the table. Frank knelt behind her and placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He slid in slowly, but without the resistance he'd had with Sara. Rashal's pussy was snug, but not constrictingly tight. Frank started out slow as first, steadily increasing his pace.

"That's it baby," Rashal said, "deeper, faster, harder!"

"And you call me a slut?" asked Sara sarcastically.

"That's right Frank," Rashal said, ignoring Sara, "you heard her. Fuck me like a little slut. Make your little slut cum all over that big fucking dick of yours."

Frank was a little surprised at how dirty she was talking to him. He had to admit it got him hot. Sandra was still behind him, playing with his balls. She whispered in his ear, "You heard her Frank. Fucker her hard, she likes it like that."

Frank was only too happy to oblige and began to pound furiously into her hot cunt. His balls bounced off her bare mound and each thrust brought them crashing into Rashal's clit. She was panting now, nearly screaming at him to fucker harder, deeper. Caught up in the moment, he felt obligated to say something, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Whose pussy is this?"

As soon as he said it he grimaced. What a dumb fucking thing to say. Rashal however, responded without hesitation. "Oh fuck Frank, it's your pussy, it's your pussy."

"Yeah," purred Sandra in his ear, "that's it baby. Get into it and give her what she wants. But don't cum in her pussy. I want you to pull out and shoot that big fucking load all over her ass and pussy."

Frank continued to pump viciously into Rashal's hot snatch. He felt her body shake with two orgasms, each time she punctuate the air with a string of obscenities that has Denae and Sara on the edge of their seats, staring in amazement. After her second orgasm he told her to flip over. She complied and lay on her back on the coffee table. Frank slid his cock back into her and pushed her ankles up near her shoulders. He then plunged into her as hard and deep as he could.

"OH fuckin hell yeah!" she cried out. " That's it Frank. Fuck me!" She reached down and started frantically rubbing her clit, driving herself to another ear splitting orgasm. 

"Come on Frank," he heard Sandra purring in his ear, "come for us. We want to see you shoot that wad all over that slick black pussy of hers. I know how to make you come really hard. Do you trust me?"

Frank took a second to consider that and finally decided he did. "Ok, Sandra, make me cum."

Sandra smiled and bit him on the ear. The next thing he felt was a slick wet finger slid tenderly past the ring of his asshole. He tried to relax, but it took all his resolve not to pull away from the intrusion into his ass. She swirled the finger around and worked in and out slowly until his ass relaxed. She then pressed down on the spot just below his balls with her thumb on the outside and the finger in his ass. The sensation was amazing and he felt his cock begin to swell. He pumped three more deep strokes into Rashal before he pulled out and started to stroke his cock. He cried out as the orgasm hit him. 

His first shot flew with force from his cock and arched its way to splash across one of Rashal's nipples. The next blast landed square on her clit, causing her to cry out as the gooey stuff ran down her snatch. The rest of his load emptied across her shaven mound as Sandra continued to stroke his prostate and milk the cum from his balls. When he was fully spent her dark cocoa pussy was covered in his cum, and it ram down her slit and over her ass. Sandra withdrew her finger, and Frank collapse back on the couch.

"Shit, Sandra!" exclaimed Frank.

"I thought you'd like that," she said then she walked over to where Rashal lay panting, covered in his seed. She bent and licked the spurt of cum from the candy kiss nipple, causing Rashal to gasp at the unexpected sensation. She then knelt between Rashal's thighs and proceeded to lick Frank's cum from her shaven pussy.

"Oh my gawd!" exclaimed Denae and Sara together and Frank was struck speechless. It was like something out of a porno movie, a really good porno movie. 

Rashal squealed as Sandra buried her face in her pussy once more, and then bent the girls legs back up against her chest. Frank had an amazing view as Sandra slowly licked the cum off of Rashal ass. He could see the girl's dark wrinkled asshole spasm as Sandra licked it clean. She then came up; her pretty face covered in a mixture of cum and pussy juice and looked at the shocked trio of young women.

Denae was the first to act, skipping over to Sandra and passionately kissing her, tasting the mixture of Frank and Rashal's sweet juices. Sara came eagerly next, sharing in the kiss. Rashal recovered enough to sit up and join the four-way kiss. Frank sat and watched as the three girls licked Sandra's face clean; just as she had licked Rashal's pussy clean a few seconds earlier. Without even realizing it, frank's cock had risen once more, engorged by the lusty site that was a once in a lifetime occurrence.

"Denae wasn't kidding, Frank," said Sandra. "You have the sweetest tasting cum I have ever experienced. I'm a bit of cum hound, you see, and I've tasted my share."

"Shit, Frank!" exclaimed Denae, giggling and pointing. 

Sandra turned to see Frank sitting, his cock once more standing at full attention. "Well that was fast," she said.

"What did you expect?" asked Frank. "I just watched you dive into a cum covered pussy and then share my cum with 3 other hot chicks. That would make a dead man get a hard on."

The girls laughed, and Sandra slowly rose to stand in front of him. At some point she had removed her t-shirt and stood before him now naked in all her glory. His eyes went instinctively to her pussy and he was shocked to see the lightening bolt shaped pubic hair had been completely removed.

"What happened to your lightning bolt?" he asked, then grimaced when he realized what he had said. Sandra looked back at Denae questioningly.

"I didn't tell him," said Denae, as surprised as the rest of them.

"Then how'd he know that I had my pussy shaved like a lightning bolt?" Sandra walked over and sat beside Frank. She reached out a hand and started stroking his cock. "Come on Frank, spill it. How'd you know that?"

Frank knew he was caught, so he told them the truth about how he had found the crack in the shower wall and watched them all showering. He described ach of their features in details that had them blushing with pleasure, even Sandra. "I hope you all aren't too mad," he said.

"Well," said Sandra, "I guess fair is fair, considering we watched you fuck the shit out of Denae through the same crack."

"What?" said Frank this time looking at Denae questioningly.

"Relax, big guy," said Sandra still stroking his cock," she didn't know any more than you did. I must say though, it was one hell of a performance. After watching that, we knew we had to set up this little encounter."

Frank chuckled to himself. "OK fine, I guess I'm in no position to complain. So tell me," he said grinning, "have I lived up to your expectations?"

Sandra smiled at him wickedly and swung a leg over to straddle his lap. "So far," she said, "but you still have to please me." Slowly she started grinding her moist crotch against his cock, teasing him with her lips.

So she's used to being in charge, Frank thought to himself. I think we'll turn the tables a bit. With that he grabbed Sandra around the waist and rolled to the left. Sandra was flung onto her back and trapped underneath his body and let out a little squeak of surprise.

"I like it on top, Frank," she said matter of factly.

"I really don't care Sandra," he said, wiping the smirk off her face. "You said I had to please you, not that you were going to use me to please yourself. So I suggest you just lay back, relax, and let me do some things these college boys you usually date don't know about."

"Just let him do what he want, Sandra," said Denae. 'Trust me; he knows what he's doing. You don't have to tell him what to do like you do with the pretty boys. He didn't just make me scream 'til I was hoarse because of that big dick.

"Fine," said Sandra with a melodramatic sigh. "Okay, loverboy, make mama happy." With that Frank grinned and started tracing lines around her throat with his tongue. He continued down and licked every inch of her firm breasts. Though they weren't large, they were impressive none the less. Perfectly shaped the twin button nipples pointed sharply to the ceiling. When his tongue traced a ring around the hardening nipples, Sandra let out a small gasp. Smiling he continued his feather light tonguing, gradually increasing the pressure until he finally took the nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and nipping it with his teeth. Sandra's back arched as she pressed her chest against his mouth and she raised her arms above her head. 

He next moved down her trim stomach, tracing the faintly visible lines of her abs with his tongue. Still lover he traveled until he reached her pelvis. Smiling he traced a lightning bolt pattern with his tongue across her silky smooth mound, recreating the lightning bolt shaped pubic hair she had worn just yesterday. He looked up to see Sandra looking down at him, her eyes twinkling as she bit her lower lip. He hands were now lightly caressing her tits, teasing her nipples as his tongue dance just inches from her clit.

Frank reached under her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders and wasting no more time, began to gently but firmly tongue her slit. He bathed her entire slick mound with broad strokes of his tongue, causing Sandra to close her eyes and let her head fall back. Seeing her starting to get lost in the sensations, Frank changed tactics. He reached around and grabbed her rock hard ass check in both of his hands, then engulfed her whole pussy with his mouth, sucking her lips into his mouth and began driving his tongue firmly between them. Sandra let out a gasp and her eyes shot open. Frank moved his tongue up and began furiously working her clit. Sandra reached down and grabbed Frank's hair with both hands and crushed his face into her quim. 

"He's good, isn't he?" asked Denae breathlessly.

Frank gave one last long anguishing lick up her slit, and then lifted her ass higher as he started his tongue trailing back down. Reaching her hot hole, he jammed his tongue deeply into her pussy, savoring the sweet nectar inside. Sandra gasped again and grabbed harder at his hair. Withdrawing his tongue he continued down lower and gave her asshole two wet swirling licks. 

"Oh fuck yeah," moaned Sandra, releasing his hair grabbing the back of her knees to pull them up tighter to her chest.

"I think she likes it," he said, mimicking her own words to him. "Let me guess, something the college boys won't do?" He gave her asshole one more wet lick as she shook her head twice, licking her lips.

"So you'd like me to continue?" Frank asked. Sandra nodded her head, her breathing heavy. "Ask me then." He was enjoying this, a little friendly payback for all the grief she had given him tonight.

"Do it Frank," Sandra said breathlessly, "lick my ass."

"No, no," he said teasingly, "I said ask me, not tell me. I'm not your boy toy here. Ask me. Nicely."

Sandra was squirming now both because she was used to being in the driver's seat, and also because Frank's tongue was hovering just barely touching her sensitive anus and she wanted more. She needed more. Finally she had no choice but to give in.

"Okay, okay," she said breathlessly. "Please Frank, please lick my ass. I want your tongue in my ass so bad baby. Please Frank; make me cum with your tongue in my ass."

If Frank was surprised with the way she begged him to lick her, the other girls were stunned to complete speechlessness. There was a silence in the room, permeated by a thick fog of lust. Frank looked up into Sandra's burning eyes. "The lady has only to ask," he said.

Frank spread her cheeks wide and drove his tongue straight into her asshole. Sandra gasped sharply and the tight ring of her anus reflexively clinched. After a second she started forcing herself to relax, and Frank worked his tongue in and out of her and reached up to gently roll her clit between his fingers. Frank reflected briefly that this was definitely over the edge for him. He'd licked around and ass or two in his day, but he'd never been buried like this before. When he heard Sandra moaning wildly, he lost any final inhibitions he might have had and started tongue-fucking her asshole with abandon. He looked up to see her staring at him, eyes smoldering, mouth open gasping for air. At that moment he would have done anything to make this tight bodied goddess cum for him.

"Damn," said Rashal, "She's gonna fucking hyper-ventilate!"

"Just wait till he does that other thing to her," said Sara.

"What other thing?" asked Rashal, curiously.

"That thing he does with his fingers and thumb."

"Um," moaned Denae, "I know what you mean, I loved that. That was the most intense thing I've ever felt."

"I still don't know what you mean, " said Rashal, a bit testily.

"Lay back and I'll show you," purred Sara.

A few seconds later Frank heard Rashal exclaim, "Holy shit!"

"I told you," said Sara.

Frank glanced over and saw Sara and Rashal on the other couch, locked in a passionate kiss. Sara had two fingers buried in the black girl's cunt and her thumb was massaging Rashal's clit. Frank realized what it was they were talking about. Perhaps he should try this on Sandra. As he withdrew from licking her ass and sat up, Sandra let out a cry and looked at him as accusingly. He knew she must have been just about to cum. All the better.

"Roll over sexy," he said.

Sandra's face softened a bit and she smiled shyly. "You really think I'm sexy?"

Frank almost laughed. Two seconds ago Sandra had been clawing at his scalp with his tongue rammed up her ass, and then a simple compliment completely disarms her. Well, he thought, she was a 21 year old girl after all, and compliments were everything at that age.

"Without a doubt, dear," he said. "Now roll over."

"OK Frank," she said getting on her knees and wresting her head on the arm of the couch. "But please hurry baby, make me cum."

"Look at Sara and Rashal," he said.




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 05



Sandra glanced over at the two roommates. They were locked in a 69 like embrace, each using the finger-thumb combination on each other. Denae sat on that arm, glancing from the pair to Frank and Sandra. She still wore her silky camisole, but had a hand inside, lazily playing with her breasts. Likewise she had her right hand jammed down the front of her lace shorts and was slowly working a finger around her soaking pussy. 

"Fuck that looks hot! Do that to me," Sandra caught herself, and looked over her shoulder demurely at Frank. "Sorry. Frank, would you please do that to me?"

"Absolutely, my dear," he said, chuckling. She was enjoying this game as much as he was. Good for her.

Gently he slid two fingers into her pussy. She was sopping now and he slid in easily. Slowly he worked his fingers in and out of her pussy until he felt her relax. Smiling he wrapped his thumb down and began rolling her clit and her g-spot between his thumb and fingers. Sandra's head snapped back and she gasped.

"Holy shit!" Sandra cried. "Damn Frank, I can feel that through my whole body!"

Sandra 's back arched and her thighs twitched as the stimulation of both her clit and her g-spot sent lightning sparks through her entire body. She clenched at the arm of the couch and her toes curled as if clenching into fists of their own. She rocked back and forth thrusting her ass backward against his probing fingers. Frank could see the tight crimson ring of her asshole puckering and clenching as she rocked back and forth. Frank smiled, knowing how to finally put her over the edge and once more swirled his tongue over her wrinkled asshole.

As soon as his tongue lashed against her tender anus, Sandra let out a cry that cut through the cacophony of moans coming form the other couch. Her head came up and her eyes went wide and she pressed her ass back against his face. It took only ten more seconds before she let out a loud scream and started moaning loudly, calling his came. Frank stopped frigging her clit, not wanting to over stimulate her, and buried his fingers as deep into her hot pussy as he could and his tongue likewise in her ass. There he stayed and let her ride out the orgasm herself until she collapsed exhausted across the arm of the couch.

"Holy shit," said Sara softly, "I've never heard her make that sound before."

"No kidding," said Rashal, "and I thought I came hard!"

"Oh my gawd," said Sandra still trying to catch her breath, "my fucking teeth are vibrating." She suddenly flipped over and threw herself at Frank. She deftly encircled his head with her arms and locked her mouth to his, her tongue probing deeply into his mouth. It was a clumsy, sloppy kiss, filled with girlish over-exhuberance. The effect was almost virginal, but Frank knew better than that. Still the display of affection was gratifying.

Sandra collapsed as if spent into his lap, grinning foolishly and still panting from the exertions. "Oy vey," she said giggling, "you were right ladies, that is awesome. Frank, when you got me wound up then stuck your tongue in my ass again, well fuck I almost blacked out. Girls I think I just found the answer to eternal happiness."

"What's that?" asked Sara.

"Find an older man who's not afraid to lick ass!" Sandra said, her sarcastic grin returning.

"Fuck Sandra," said Rashal, "you are such an ass slut."

"Speaking of that," said Denae with a smile, "Frank hasn't gotten to fuck anyone's ass tonight." 

Frank looked over at Denae and almost laughed at her wicked grin. He wasn't one of those guys who had an insatiable craving for anal sex, of course that may have been trained out of his by his ex-wife. He'd done it a few times of course, but never more than once with any particular woman. As he thought back now, maybe he was just too endowed for them to enjoy it. His suspicions got a bit of confirmation with Rashal's next comment.

"No way," Rashal exclaimed. "Sorry Frank, but I know my limitations. There's no way I'm taking that big fucking cock up my ass."

Sara eyed him with almost a hungry look. "I hadn't thought about doing that. I don't know though, the only guy I've ever done that with was Jason."

"Jason," said Rashal surprised, "the funny looking kid from our Chem class?"

"Hey, he's a really nice guy," said Sara defensively. "A bit on the weird side, but still he was very nice."

"But why would you fuck a nerd from our Chemistry class? I mean what's the attraction? Let alone let him plow your ass."

"Well, it wasn't on purpose, he just kinda slipped and, well, it actually felt pretty good." Sara smiled in memory. "As to why him, well he helped me with my Chem final, and along the way let slip that he was a virgin. I'd never done it with a virgin, and he was so sweet, and well, you know."

"Oh jeez," said Rashal rolling her eyes. 

"Hey," snapped Denae, "focus ladies! I think to cover all our bases, someone needs t have their ass fucked tonight."

"Ok Miss Priss," said Rashal, "you do it then."

Denae smiled sweetly. "Sorry honey, but the deal was you guys get him tonight, not me. I just get to cuddle afterwards."

Frank was amused at the whole exchange. Even as he laughed inside, he was also thinking about the prospect of having his dick wrapped in one of these succulent young co-ed asses. The idea made his dick spring back to rigidity, pressing against Sandra's back as she lay across his lap. He looked down and saw her staring at him, curiously.

"What?" he asked.

"Well," she said resignedly, "being as I am team captain, I guess I can't ask my girls to do something I won't do my self." Silence filled the room as the other three girls nearly stopped breathing. She sat up and straddled Frank's lap, trapping his hard-on between their bellies. Frank could feel her soft skin pressing into the underside of his cock and her slick wet pussy sliding deliciously across his balls.

"Frank," he said kissing him softly, "baby, honey, so wonderful piece of massive cocked man, you. Would you please take that big prick of yours fuck my tight little asshole."

It was all Frank could do not shoot his fucking load all over her belly. He had never heard any woman say anything so hot and dirty to him before. He could tell that Sandra, for all her standoffishness, also had an inner slut. And she knew how to use it. All Frank could do was nod. Whatever control he might have gained over the course of the evening was long gone.

Sandra kissed him again. "Look Frank, I really enjoyed our little game so far, but I think I need to take back the reins. I have to admit it was fun not having to direct though, just laying back and enjoying the ride. But, if I'm going to let you shove a foot of cock up my ass, I think I better be in charge."

Frank smiled at her. "Sandra honey, to fuck that sexy ass of yours, I'd do just about anything." Sandra kissed him again with that same girlish passion and Frank realized he had hit on a hot button for her. Sandra, for all her skill on the ice and her athletic body, didn't feel sexy. Frank had to admit that she gave of a bit of a masculine air, with her attitude of defiance and all, but deep inside her there was still a 20 year old girl who wanted to feel sexy. Frank was happy to oblige.

"Denae, go get that bottle of lube in my dresser." She turned back to Frank and smiled into his eyes, not sarcastically, but genuinely. "Now while were waiting, how about you mama get a little taste of what's to come." 

With that Sandra rose and grasping his cock, guided it to the entrance to her soaking snatch. She lowered herself with excruciating slowness, savoring every inch of his cock as it buried inside of her. She head was thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a soft moan. She took him to the hilt and sat still enjoying the feeling.

"Oh man," she moaned, "unfucking believable."

"Come on," said Rashal, "I've seen you fuck the shit out of yourself with that big ass dildo of yours. Done it for you a couple of times myself."

"This is different," Sandra snapped. "A dildo doesn't pulse like this. I can feel his heart beating through my cunt. It's incredible."

Slowly she started to move her hips and soon was stroking about half his length in and out of her dripping snatch. Frank pulled her forward and locked his mouth onto one of her little rock hard nipples. Sandra moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Oh Frank," she purred, "I can't wait to feel you in my ass, have that massive cock of yours stretching my ass like you are stretching my pussy right now." She pulled back and looked into his eyes, her face pressed to his as she began fuck him faster. "They weren't kidding, I really am a little ass slut. I love it in the butt. I've never taken one as big as you before, though."

"Look Sandra," he said apprehensively, "If you're not sure you can handle it. I mean, I don't want to ruin the evening by hurting you."

"Ah," she said, "you are so sweet. Don't worry Frank, Just like you said you'd do almost anything to fuck my sexy ass, I'd do anything to have that gorgeous cock of yours slammed up my shitter."

Just them Denae came back in with the lube. "Here you go, you fucking slut."

"Shut up bitch," snapped Sandra. "In fact since this was your idea, you get to lube up my ass for me." With that Sandra lay forward, pressing her chest against his, and laying her head on his shoulder with a sigh. She then arched her back and presented her ass to Denae, a good 4 inches of cock still buried inside her. 

Denae rolled her eyes and knelt between Frank's thighs. She reached out and fondled Frank's balls lightly, letting out a pouting sigh of longing. Frank smiled at her and mouthed the words, later. She smiled and licked her lips. "Hey Frank," she said, "could you help me here?"

Frank nodded and clenched Sandra's ass cheeks, spreading them apart to give Denae better access. She turned the bottle of lube upside down and squirted it at the top of Sandra's ass crack. The cold lube made Sandra gasp and sit up a bit, which in turn drove her clenching pussy down impaling a couple more inches of cock into her, which in turn changed her gasp to a moan, and she collapsed back onto his shoulder. Denae giggled and started to spread the lube around Sandra's asshole. 

Sandra let out another moan as Denae slid a finger into her tight ass and began working it around in small circular motions. She soon added a second and continued to pour on the lube. Frank watched, enraptured by the scene. It was one of the hottest things he had ever witnessed, as Denae gently, almost lovingly, worked to lubricate and relax her friend's asshole to accommodate his manhood. When Frank saw her add a third finger, he started to lose his apprehension that they could actually accomplish this feat. 

Sandra was now moaning louder and started to move back and forth, fucking herself on Denae's fingers and his cock. After a few strokes, Denae proclaimed that Sandra was ready and withdrew her fingers from her ass, letting them fall to caress Frank's sack one last time. Sandra sat up, taking his cock once more to the hilt in her wet cunt and smiled.

"Better put the kids to be," she said sarcastically, "I think it's about to get nasty in here."

With that she stood and turned around to face away from him. Bent at the waist, she grasped her ass in her hands and spread her cheeks wide as Frank guided the head of his cock to her rear entrance. She pushed back and Frank felt the bulbous head of his cock find purchase in the wrinkled wring of her asshole. Her ass was swimming with lube and he could see that Denae had used half the bottle. Better too much than too little. Sandra continued to push back and Frank was surprised to feel how easily the resistance gave way. The head of his cock popped through the ring of her anus can Sandra paused, breathing deeply and trying to relax. 

"Fuck yeah," Sandra said with a growl, "that's the best part."

She released her cheeks ran put her hands on Frank's thighs. Slowly she started to work more and more of him into her ass. Frank watch, completely amazed as more and more of him gradually disappeared past her crimson ring. He had never realized just how big his cock was, and seeing it obscenely stretching Sandra's sexy tight ass, made it seem nearly double in size. The whole process took a long time, but after about 5 minutes, Sandra had all ten inches of his prick engulfed in her shitter. She then lay back against his chest, panting from the exhaustion of her exertions. He lightly caressed her breasts and kissed her.

"Well fuck me," exclaimed Rashal, "she fucking did it."

"I don't believe it," said Denae. "You know I was just kidding, really."

"I knew she could take some of him," said Sara, "but I can't believe she fit the whole thing in her ass."

"Oh fuck," sighed Sandra, "I feel like I'm gonna fucking exploded. Frank are you ready for the wildest ride of your life?"

"You're the boss baby," he said, letting a hand drop between her legs to play with her clit.

Sandra sat up and started to grind her ass down onto his cock in circular motions, forcing him deeper into her ass. She then started slowly lifting her hips, just a few inches at a time, tentatively stroking his cock in and out of her. She smiled and bit her lip, savoring the mixture of pleasure and pain. After a minute of this she leaned forward, allowing her to take longer strokes and giving Frank a great view. He watched as she stroked back and forth, 6 inches of cock sliding in and out of her clenching asshole.

The scent of the lube hit him and sparked his senses, a mixed small of musk and strawberries. The strawberries made him think of Tara and her sexy ass. He suddenly wondered what it would be like to have Tara bent over before him, his thick cock inside of her round ass. She was sparked from his reverie by a nearby voice.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Sara leaning over the back of the couch and Frank's shoulder for a good look. "That is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen."

Frank looked side to side and saw Sara and Rashal, each leaning over a different shoulder. He then looked at the other couch and saw Denae, her silky panties now long forgotten, laying back with one hand working her clit, the other with two fingers buried in her snatch. Now satisfied that she was well lubed and stretched, Sandra quickened her pace.

She leaned back and lifted her knees up until she was perched with the feet on his knees. The using his chest like a slide, she used her legs to push herself up and down, stroking his whole length in and out of her asshole. As she quickened her pace, Frank could feel her tight ass start to spasm. He reached up to grasp her breasts and Sandra leaned her head back growling at him and kissed his fiercely. She saw Rashal and Sara watching from behind him and smiled.

"One of you make yourself useful and suck on my clit," she growled. Before either of the two could make a move, Denae was kneeling in front of them, her bare ass in the air and her face buried in Sandra's naked snatch. Frank watched as she lashed her tongue across Sandra's cunt, sucking on her lips and finally capturing Sandra's clit in her mouth. 

Sandra grabbed two fistfuls of the girl's blonde curls and screamed. "Oh fuck yeah!" Frank felt her orgasm shoot through her as the walls of her ass clenched so tightly he was unable to move. One hand went over her shoulder to clench Frank's hair; the other entwined in Denae, as if scared one of them might pull away and leave her hanging on the brink of her climax. Frank squeezed the girl's breast fiercely and Denae continued to suck on her clit. Sandra let out a scream again and her body was once more racked with convulsions. She came harder than any woman Frank had ever met. When her body relaxed, she turned her head and kissed Frank, slowly and passionately. She then pulled Denae up to her and kissed the pretty blonde, licking her juices off her lips.

"Damn you two just about made me fucking explode. I think I owe you two something now."

She slowly stood, letting Frank pop from her tight ass with a groan. She then stripped off Denae's Camisole and gently pushed her back on the coffee table. "Poor Denae's been a good girl and just sat watching us all night. I think its time for me to give her a little relief." She licked her lips and knelt between Denae's thighs. Denae looked up at her, hunger in her eyes, her hands caressing her well rounded breasts. She was just about to dive into Denae's muff she stopped and threw a glance over her shoulder at Frank.

"Frank lover," she said demurely, "would you please come over here and fuck this tight, sexy ass of mine while I shove my tongue up Denae's cunt?"

"Of course," said Frank, sarcastically. He got on his knees behind Sandra's slick ass and positioned himself at the mouth of her still gaping asshole. He pushed the head past her ring with little resistance and there she stopped him. 

"Not slow though Frank," she said. "I need you to fuck my ass hard. I need it hard baby please. I'm just a poor little ass slut, but no one has ever made me come but just fucking me in the ass. I want you to fuck my ass until I come. Deep and hard baby."

Frank's cock twitched at her nasty request and he could have sworn it grew even large as more blood rushed in. As Sandra planted her lips to Denae's pussy, Frank slowly shoved himself all the way in until he was balls deep inside of her. Sandra moaned into Denae's cunt. After a couple of strokes Frank began to increase his pace. Soon he was pistoning out of Sandra's asshole like a jackhammer.

The faster he fucked her ass, the faster Sandra licked Denae's pussy. This brought words of encouragement from Denae. "Faster Frank; fuck her faster. That's it, yeah baby, suck my fucking clit!"

For her part Sandra had now given up total control. While Frank controlled one end, Denae controlled the other, and together they played Sandra like a fine musical instrument. Denae came three times, spurred on by the masterful attack of Sandra's tongue, and the intense sight of Frank ravaging her friend's ass. Frank continued to piston away, the tightness of her ass making it possible for him to last longer than he had ever lasted before.

Sandra suddenly raised her face from Denae's cunt. "Oh shit," she exclaimed," that's it Frank. Deeper. Deeper."

Frank pulled her back from the coffee table and bet her over further until her head was on the floor and her ass was further in the air. He then buried himself another inch deeper into her shitter, stretching her abused sphincter even farther and causing her to cry out. Once there he pounded into her as fast as he could, her well lubed and stretched asshole gave no protest to the abuse.

"Yes Frank that's it, right there. Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Sandra let out a growl that turned into a scream as she clutched at the carpet. Frank continued to pump away as he felt her ass clenching around his cock. He rode out her orgasm and then began to concentrate on his own. Suddenly Denae was beside him watching him ravage her friend's ass.

"That's it Frank," she said, "give her what she really wants. Fill her ass full of that sweet come of yours."

"Oh yeah Frank," moaned Sandra, "Please cum in my ass. Please baby, I want to feel your hot cum running out my asshole."

Frank finally let himself concentrate on the sensations of fucking Sandra that he had been ignoring. He thought about how tight her ass was, squeezing his prick in a strangle hold, yet filled with so much lube that there was no resistance to his penetration. He thought about how his balls slapped and slid across her drenched and swollen pussy lips. He thought about how every spasm of Sandra's body clenched his cock like a vice, as if trying to squeeze the cum from him.

With that last though the orgasm hit him. Sandra cried out as she felt his cock swell prior to his impending eruption and gasped as he released his seed. Cum shot from his cock like a fire hose, spurt after spurt filling her and forcing it's way out to drench his balls, to run down her thighs. So intense was the orgasm that his legs gave way and he fell to the side, pulling out of her just as he unleashed another shot of cum. It arched up onto her back to land at the top of her crack. 




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 05



Frank lay on the carpet spent, his crotch covered in lube and cum. The air was thick with the musky sent of ass, permeated by the sweetness of strawberries. Sandra was likewise lying on her side, gasping from the exertions. After a moment applause broke out from Rahsall and Sara.

"Holy shit, you two! That was fucking amazing!"

"Yeah," said Rashal, "I wish we had a video taped that!" 

Sandra literally crawled to Frank's side and collapsed on his chest. "Sunuvabitch, man," she said, "I have never, and I do mean never, came like that. I think you may have ruined me for all time. Where am I going to find anyone to do that to me again?" 

Frank smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "I'll tell you a little secret," he said gently, "it's got nothing to do with the big dick. I just give a shit whether or not you cum too. Just give it time, the older a guy gets the more he learns."

"Okay," she said chuckling, "so the morale of the story is give up college boys."

"Either that or take one under your wing and teach him. If he cares about you, he'll be more than happy to learn."

Sandra frowned up at him. "I guess I'd never thought about it like that."

Frank laughed. "Well miss control freak, somehow I don't think you'll have any trouble telling someone what you want. If I were 20 years old, I'd let you tell me what to do anytime you wanted."

"If you were 20 years old we four would be fighting to the death over who got to keep you!"

Frank lay there as the four girls giggled around him. At some point he started to nod off, exhaustion overtaking him. Denae came to his rescue. "Ok Ladies, I think the fun is over. Time to get Frank cleaned up and put to bed." Sara and Rashal both whimpered.

"Now hold it," said Sandra sharply, "we all agreed this was a one time thing."

"Yeah but the night isn't over yet," said Sara. 

"We had our fun, now its Denae's turn," said Sandra.

"Besides which," said Frank, "I got nothing left to give."

With that Denae led Frank by the hand to the bathroom, put him in the tub and insisted on bathing him. He lay back and accepted her ministrations, touched by the tenderness she showed him. When she had finished, she leaned over and kissed him. As their tongues played in each other's mouths, Frank reached up and hauled her squealing into the tub. Denae giggled, melting into his embrace, her head against his soapy chest. 

Frank thought about the two sides of Denae. On one hand there was the hot little sex kitten who had talked him into fucking her in the locker room shower, on the other was the young woman who had been so taken by him holding her while she slept. What she wanted more than anything, he bet, was someone to truly care about her. Someone who would treat her like a lady instead of a fuck toy. 

"Come on sweetie," said Frank caressing her hair, "I'm tired. Let's go to bed."

Denae kissed him tenderly and Frank thought about his fears that he might break her heart. Well, the thought, deal with that tomorrow.

She crawled out of the tub and Frank couldn't help but stare at the way the now soaked camisole and panties clung to her every feature. He nipples looked like they could drill holes in the fabric, her round ass was clearly defined, and he could make out the pair of swollen pussy lips that pouted between her thighs. He was totally spent, but he was damn sure going to spend some time in the morning sucking on those gorgeous lips of hers. There was nothing like eating pussy first thing in the morning. 



Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 06



Frank jumped as the phone rang, startling him from his nap. He must have dozed off watching the hockey game. He crossed the room and answered the phone.

"Hello," said Frank testily.

"Wow," said Tara, "I was expecting a nicer response than that. Did I call at a bad time?"

Frank chuckled. "Sorry, Tara. I must have dozed off and the phone woke me up. Sorry if I was a bit testy."

"No problem," said Tara sweetly. "Are you too tired to talk?"

"Absolutely not," said Frank. "How's life?"

It had been four weeks since he'd seen last Tara; she'd been away in New Mexico doing her clinicals. She had only a few more months to go until she graduated. Over the last 4 weeks he'd almost burnt up his phone talking to her at least every other night. They'd covered everything from weather to current events to his report of the college's girls' hockey team, a subject which caused him to chuckle as he struggled not to divulge his night of debauchery with the team's top line. They even talked about each other's love lives with great candor. Frank loved these calls with her, though he knew their phone bills would be outrageous.

"Life's ok," she said, a bit drearily.

"What's wrong?" asked Frank.

"Nothing, really. Just homesick I guess." She didn't sound depressed, just a little down.

"Hey, I can understand that," said Frank sympathetically. "On the other hand, you aren't missing much up here."

"That's not what I hear." said Tara coyly.

"Huh? Did I miss something?" asked Frank, confused.

"Oh come on, I know you've been having a lot of fun up there in the north, sowing your oats, fucking anything that moves."

Frank could tell she was teasing him. "Are you trying to make me sound like the town whore? You know you've been the one who's talked me into going on all these dates. Not jealous are you?" Now it was his turn to tease her.

"Oh, a little. I mean, my excursions into the dating scene down here have been less than stellar."

"I wouldn't exactly call mine incredible," said Frank sardonically.

"Say you never did tell me what happened at the club with Esmeralda that night."

"Huh?" asked Frank confused. Suddenly it dawned on him what incident she meant. "Tara, that was months ago, before you even left."

"Yeah but you promised me you'd tell me and you never did. Come on, Frank. Please?" Tara's voice was pleading and girlish, all traces of depression gone. "I'm sitting here, all alone, wearing that Wild jersey you gave me and nothing else. Tell me a bedtime story?"

Frank's cock became hard faster than he had ever experienced. He thought of her sitting on her couch, wearing the jersey he had bought for her at the game they went to the day before she left. He could see her long smooth legs curving out from under the red and gold trim, revealing just a hint of her shaved mound. He wet his dry lips. "OK Tara, I think I can remember most of it, but you have to promise to tell me one next."

"Oh I think I can handle that," she said. "I'm gonna put you on the speaker phone, so my hands are free."

Frank chuckled. "So it's going to be one of those nights, eh? Ok are you ready?"

"You could cut glass with my nipples, they're so hard with anticipation."

"Ok," he said, "here goes. I can't remember how it all went down because I'll admit it, I was totally plastered. I haven't drunk that much since college. I do remember that once we were in the Ron's limo I sobered up pretty quickly..."

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Frank and Esmeralda sat opposite Ron, who just shook his head as dark skinned Brazilian stripper ran her hands all over Frank's body. She kissed him savagely, growling and biting his neck. The normally shy Frank would have been frozen in fear or run screaming in to the night, but his recent encounter with Tara had bolstered his self-confidence. The bottle of rum he'd had tonight was helping a bit as well. Pulling off her top, Frank buried his face between her huge breasts. Obviously implants, they were easily 40DD and topped with small black nipples. He sucked hard on the nipples, biting and squeezing her tits roughly.

Esmeralda looked into his eyes and growled in lust. She then dropped her hands and ripped at his pants to unleash his cock. Despite all the alcohol in his system he was rigidly hard. Esmeralda started to slowly stroke his cock and looked back into his eyes.

"Tara was right; you do have a beauty here. I love big cocks. Love feeling stretched and full." The Brazilian girl licked her lips again. "Let's see if you think I give head as well as Tara."

Esmeralda began to lick his rigid shaft, until her was slick with her saliva. She then began to stroke his cock as her lips took his engorged head into her mouth. Frank could feel her tongue swirling around it as she slowly pumped him with her fist. Soon she was taking 4 or 5 inches into her mouth with each thrust, fucking him with her mouth and hand. Frank's head fell back as he savored the sensation.

Ron's voice brought him back to reality. "I don't know if this is apropos or not, but I can't help it." With that, he yanked his equally rigid cock from his pants and began to stroke it as he watched the scene before him.

Esmeralda took her mouth from Frank's cock and looked back at Ron. She looked up at Frank and said, "I guess I shouldn't let you have all the fun." With that she crawled over to Ronnie and sucked him into her mouth. Ronnie gasped as Esmeralda took all 7 inches of him down her throat until his balls rested against her chin.

"Holy shit," Ron exclaimed as the worked him with her throat. He looked down at her gorgeous lips, impaled on his cock and then looked up at Frank. His eyes got huge when he saw Frank's rigid member. "Oh my gawd Frank! I heard her say it but I thought she was just exaggerating. You're fucking huge!"

"Thanks Ron," said Frank sarcastically, "that's the gayest thing anyone's ever said to me." 

Ron turned red. "I didn't mean it like that." His attention was snapped back as Esmeralda reach down and grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed. Ronnie moaned and grabbed a hand full of hair and began to slowly fuck her mouth.

Frank looked down at Esmeralda, now on her hands and knees, and realized she wasn't wearing any panties. He gorgeous chocolate ass was visible as her short skirt rode up to her waist. Frank saw her black mound, completely shaved and capped with a pair of thin labia which were well parted, revealing the slick pink inner folds of her pussy. Frank dropped to the limo floor and began to frantically lick the hot pink center of her dark pussy. Esmeralda gasped and pushed back against him.

Frank ate her quim with drunken abandon, frigging her clit until she came, moaning around Ronnie's dick. Frank then moved his tongue up and slammed it into her dark puckered asshole. Esmeralda gave a deep moan and her hips began to gyrate. Soon she was going crazy, slamming Ronnie's dick hard into her throat as Frank tongue fucked her ass with two fingers buried in her wet pink pussy. Finally she could take no more.

Pulling her mouth from Ron's cock she turned back to frank. "Fuck me," she commanded. "Take that big dick and fuck this wet black pussy. Hard."

Frank grabbed her hips and slid his cock against her. He entered her slowly letting his cock slide past her wet hole. He entered her with relative easy, compared to the viselike grip of Tara's pussy. Within three stroked he was pumping away, slamming all 10 inches in and out of her quim. Esmeralda was once more sucking Ron's dick with abandon, mercilessly squeezing his balls. 

Frank could feel his orgasm start to build as he looked as Esmeralda's gorgeous ass. "Fuck I'm gonna cum, Esmeralda."

"Not yet!" she cried, pulling back from Ron with a pop. "You have to cum in my mouth." Frank wasn't sure if it was her heavy Brazilian accent or the matter of fact way she said it, but it was all he could do to contain himself from launching all over her back. She pulled away from his cock and pushed him back onto the seat. She then dropped to her knees and started to lick and suck her juices from his monster cock. 

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Ronnie. "So you're just gonna leave me hanging here?"

"Of course not," said Esmeralda. She crawled over and patted him on the cheek. "That was very rude of me, I'm sorry. Why don't you fuck me while I suck Frank's dick?" With that she crawled back to Frank and began to suck his cock once more.

"Um, are you nuts?" exclaimed Ron. "You think I want to go after him and have my dick compared to that monster? I mean you know I'm going to pale in comparison to that log you just had shoved up there."

"So put it in my ass," she said around a mouthful of Frank's cock.

"Excuse me?" said Ronnie, blinking.

"You heard the lady," said Frank, "get over here and fuck her gorgeous ass." The rum was really making him swim now.

Ronnie scrambled over behind her and positioned his cock at the entrance to her nether hole. He then stopped and bent, tentatively giving Esmeralda's ass a lick. She twitched, and Ron licked her a bit harder, making the stripper moan even louder around Frank's cock. Soon Ronnie had his face buried between her chocolate ass cheeks, eating her ass with abandon. Finally he pulled up and placed his cock at the entrance to her slick hole. He pushed firmly yet slowly, penetrating her a little at a time, though she was obviously relaxed and ready for him.

Soon there they were, Ron fucking Esmeralda's round dark ass with abandon while she struggled to get all 10 inches of Frank down her throat. Ronnie came first. Esmeralda slammed Frank balls deep into her throat like a pro as Ron filled her pretty asshole with cum. Exhausted, he collapsed back onto the limo floor.

When her own orgasm passed, Esmeralda looked up into Frank's eyes. "Cum for me Frank, right down my throat." 

She then slammed him balls deep once more and fucked him with her mouth, moving only a few inches back and forth and working him with her throat muscles. Her hands squeezed his balls, and when he could take no more, he grabbed two handfuls of her braids and let loose. His seed shot into her open throat. She swallowed greedily and pulled back to let him fill her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him and he felt her swallow the mouthful of his hot cum.

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Frank stopped his story and became conscious of the moaning on the other end of the phone. He listened quietly to the unmistakable sounds of Tara's orgasm. He then realized he'd been stroking his cock, which was now slick with his precum, as he spoke. When he heard her moaning die off, her said, "I assume that means you liked my story?"

Tara giggled. "You bet! But what happened next?"

"Oh we showed up at my house and I convinced Esmeralda that I was too tired and too drunk to perform again, so she went home with Ronnie."

"Wow! Ronnie actually scored on his own." joked Tara.

"Yeah and he now has a thing for black chicks and ass fucking. Go figure?" They shared a laugh, and the Frank continued. "OK Tara, your turn."

"Shit Frank, I don't have any good stories. Every date I've had down here has been a disaster. I usually wind up watching dirty movies on Cinemax and diddling myself with my vibrator."

Oh come on," said Frank, "What ever happened with that young resident you were flirting with?" There had been one young doctor there who had caught her eye, and seduced her, or so he thought, into meeting him in one of the empty rooms. Tara had been describing the set up of that meeting to Frank for a week. She had really gotten into the pursuit, trying to lure him without him knowing, making him think he was the hunter, when really he was the prey. Frank was surprised by her candor, and after an irrational instant of jealousy, found the whole thing quite amusing. 

"It was such a joke," Tara said mournfully. "We start making out and next thing you know he's got his fingers jammed in my panties, shoving two fingers in and out of my pussy like he's trying to start a fire or something. The other hand is trying to get my bra unhooked. I finally had to pull away and make a little production out of unhooking it so as not to bruise his ego. So then, the imbecile starts sucking on my nipple like he's trying to pop the fucker off. Now, I like a good sucking as much as the next girl, but this guy was killing me. So I thought to myself, well shit if he can suck that hard, I'll bet he eats pussy like a champ. Not so much. I get up on the table, lay my head back and put my legs up, offer him the best meal he'll ever get. Well, he must not have seen that movie, because the next thing I know he's got his dick in me. I was like, hey that's not what I wanted, but whatever. I was horny as hell at this point. So there he is, pumping away for all he's worth. I had just started to get fired up when whamo, he started making this goofy ass noise and convulsing like an epileptic, and then he collapsed on top of me. All I could do was stare. I didn't even have time to fake an orgasm!"

When Frank finished laughing himself silly, he expressed his condolences that she'd been sent home unfulfilled. "I'm sorry babe, wish I could have been there to help."

Tara was silent for a minute and the said softly, "Actually you were..."

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Tara walked in to her apartment and slammed the door. There was no worse feeling than a horny, unfulfilled woman, 1200 miles from home, who'd just had a date with Premature Peter. She flung her purse across the room and went to the bathroom, stripping off her scrubs as she went. She turned on the shower, thinking about taking a cold one, but opted for hot instead, hoping to wash the anger away with steam. As she ran a soapy hand across her pussy, still swollen from her excitement, she was thankful the prick had at least taken the time to put on a condom. After a minute she realized she was playing with herself, and that made her even more frustrated. She finished her shower and got out. 

She went into her bedroom and started crying. She'd had worse dates than this one, but the frustration was crashing down on her. She had pursued him, he was her prey, she had manipulated him into thinking her was seducing her, when really it was the other way around, and in the end, she'd gotten nothing for her trouble, her weeks of buildup. That's what was washing over her. She was suddenly homesick, and went to the closet to put on some clothing.

She found the Minnesota Wild hockey jersey that Frank had given her before she left. They had been on their way to the airport when Tara had said to Denae how this was the first time she had ever been away from Minnesota for more than a couple days. When they stopped, Frank had reached into his hockey bag and pulled out the jersey he wore when he played. It was a bit tattered and being cut for a goalie would fit her like a dress, but it might remind her of home. She was very touched but the gesture, and reassured when he told her it was indeed freshly washed. She had never worn it, being way too hot in Phoenix, but tonight she needed a little piece of home.

She picked up the phone to call Denae, but then remembered that Denae had a game tonight. Frank, being one of their coaches, would be there as well. So she pulled on the jersey and sat on her bed. The jersey, even though it had been washed, still held a tiny bit of the funk associated with all hockey players. It was different though, on this minute level, no longer a putrid, rancid scent, but a musky and masculine odor that instantly drew her thoughts to Frank. She lifted the jersey and inhaled deeply. She caught a whiff of the spicy cologne he wore mixed with the musky scent. It brought back memories of their time together, that first night at the club when she had danced for him, the escapes at the hospital, and their primal coupling at the waterfall pool. She felt her pussy beginning to moisten again, all thoughts of her ill-fated seduction gone from her mind. She reached for the nightstand and opened the box that Denae had sent her just a week ago. Inside was a large realistic looking dildo. She had been scared to even take it out of the box because the size and proportions were nearly identical to Frank. She was sure Denae hadn't known, how could she, but the similarities were eerie. She removed the dildo from the box and held it in her hands, caressing it, the touch of the veiny texture making her even wetter. In a break of logic that only medical school could instill, she quickly ran to the bathroom to give her new toy a thorough cleaning before she stuck it anywhere. She then returned to her bed

Laying on her side she began to lick and suck on the massive dong. Soon she was lost in the act. She reached over and grabbed her other toy, a small vibrating egg. She began to rub it over her clit and lips, imaging it was Frank's tongue. She slid it into her sopping pussy and turned the vibrations up, all the while sucking the dildo with abandon. It felt so like him, the scent of him was exuding from the jersey, and all these sensations combined to make the illusion become reality. Forgetting it was a toy, and imagining that it was Frank.

She squeezed her breast and twisted a nipple ferociously as her pussy clenched around the pulsating egg. She worked the Frank's cock deeper into her throat, so excited that her saliva was dripping down her chin and around his balls. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast and her convulsions shot the egg from her quim. She retrieved the gooey sphere and rubbed it across her clit, sparking an aftershock orgasm. She then moved the egg to reinsert it, changed her mind and pushed it against her ass. The slick, vibrating sphere popped into her asshole and worked its way deep into her ass. 

She gasped as the vibrations spread from deep in her ass, through her pussy and up her spine. She rubbed her clit furiously and slammed Frank's cock deeper down her throat. Unable to take any more she pulled him from her mouth. So slick was it with her saliva that it slid into her wet cunt with little resistance and she pushed until his balls were pressed against her ass.. Frank's thick cock stretched her aching, tender pussy and she whimpered in pleasure, feeling him inside her once more. 

She lifted her legs behind her head and began to fuck herself furiously and she rubbed her throbbing clit. The stretching of her pussy, the harsh vibrations coursing through her ass, Frank's musky scent emanating from the jersey, all sent her into a whirlwind fantasy. She was back in the Caribbean, the water crashing over her as Frank's thick shaft pounded into her with animalistic delight. She cried out, screaming Frank's name as multiple orgasms ripped through her body. 

She collapsed, the egg at some point had been expelled from her ass, but the dildo was still embedded balls deep in her pussy. She slid it from her slowly, reveling in the pleasure and pain of her sudden emptiness. Smiling, she gathered the jersey in her hands and deeply inhaled his scent once more. She drifted off to sleep with the mingled scent of Frank and sex coursing through her nostrils.

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"Frank? Frank? Are you still there?"

"Huh?" Frank shook himself from his day dream. "Oh shit. Sorry, Tara, but you really got me with that one. WOW!"

Tara giggled. "I thought you'd like that, but I wasn't sure I should tell you. I mean, I didn't want you to get a big head or anything."

"Well, what did you expect," said Frank trying to sound nonchalant, "you did just tell me you masturbated while thinking of me."

"Well," said Tara softly, "truth be told it was a little more intense than just that. I mean, fuck Frank, I could feel you inside me, your hands caressing me, it was totally intense. I mean I've diddled myself thinking of you, hell on the phone with you, but this was different. It was incredible."




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 06



Frank wasn't sure what to say. "Um, you're welcome?"

Tara laughed heartily. "I suppose that's appropriate. So tell me, did my story make you shoot that sweet cum of yours all over yourself?"

Frank looked down at his cock, shocked. "No! Shit, I forgot to even jerk off!"

Tara giggled again. "I guess that was a good story."

"Indeed," said Frank. 

"So come on, tell me another," she said. "Didn't you have a date a few days ago? That girl from the copy room?"

"Oh fuck you mean Caitlin!" exclaimed Frank. "You think your date with Dr. Feelgood was a disaster, get a load of this..."

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Her name was Caitlin, a cute Italian brunette of 36 with a decent body and dark olive skin. She was the delivery girl from the local print shop that his office used. . Frank had finally gotten up the nerve to ask her out and was gratified by the jubilance in her face as she said yes. He had taken her out to a nice Korean restaurant and then to see a play at one of the small theaters in downtown Minneapolis. When the night was over he drove her home and bent to give her a kiss goodnight on the cheek. Instead she had pulled him into a deep kiss full of longing and desire. She looked into his eyes and said, "Frank, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of slut or anything, but you've been so nice to me tonight. I need you, I want you, and it's been so long. Please, Frank, don't leave. Make love to me."

10 minutes later Frank was naked in her bedroom, her legs on his shoulders, sucking on her pussy like it was the last meal of a condemned man. Frank had been extremely turned on by the look of Caitlin's pussy. Completely shaved, the lips were a darker shade than her skin, and they gaped partially open, revealing the hot pink color of her inner folds. After one lick he marveled at how clean she tasted, the only sent the spicy overtone of her perfume, which had obviously been applied to her nether regions, as well as the rest of her body. She had set him up and had planned this the whole time. Well so be it. Frank was going to give her exactly what she wanted. As far as Frank could tell, Caitlin had already cum twice, but through it all, through all the massive convulsions, she hadn't made a sound. He was just sending her up the mountain for her third trip across when he saw a flicker of light in the darkened room.

"Mommy," said a quiet voice from behind the door to the bedroom. Caitlin quickly threw a blanket over him as he froze, his tongue still firmly planted in her pussy, too freaked out to move. 

"What's wrong baby?" she asked gently, her voice shaking from the concealed orgasm. 

"I had a bad dream. Can I come sleep with you?"

"Uh, sure baby," Caitlin said and patted the bed next to her opposite where Frank lay, "come around this side though so you don't trip on mommy's shoes." Frank heard the patter of little feet and felt he bed bump as a small body scrambled past him, just missing his body on its way up to the top of the bed. 

"Now close your eyes and go to sleep," Caitlin said, a hand under the covers, hold Frank still. A few long minutes passed and Frank's body began to cramp up from inactivity. Finally Caitlin tapped him lightly and Frank slid silently from the bed and quietly, and frantically started to gather up his clothes. He dressed on his way out the door, and exited the house quietly so as not to disturb the neighbors. 

The next day Frank was at work when Caitlin showed up with a delivery. She shyly tapped on the door. "Hi Frank," she said. "Look, I think I owe you an apology for last night."

Frank was still a bit steamed. "You scared the shit out of me! Damn, I had these visions of some little kid seeing me chewing on his mom's snatch and scarring him for life."

"Her, actually," Caitlin corrected.

"Even better!" exclaimed Frank.

"Look, I'm sorry I should have told you. It's just that it's so hard to find anyone whole date a single mother, let alone one with two twin girls, and well, I just needed a release so badly." A tear ran down Caitlin's cheek.

"Caitlin, I don't care if you have kids, but it would have been nice to know. Crap, we could have gone to my place. Next time, just be honest with me, ok?"

Caitlin dried her eyes and sniffled. "So you'll go out with me again?"

Frank smiled and stood to give her a hug. "Yeah, I'll take you out again."

Caitlin looked up and kissed him. Pulling back, she looked at him devilishly and reached out to caress his crotch. "I think I owe you something after that tongue lashing you gave me last night. Do you know how hard it was not to scream?" She pushed him back down into his office chair and got on her knees in front of him. "Just pretend you're working," she said as she crawled under his big desk.

Caitlin unzipped his pants and pulled out his now throbbing cock. She attacked it with a fury, one hand pumping the shaft while her tongue circled the head. She then sucked the swollen head between her lips and let it slide into her hot mouth. She sucked hard, working her lips up and down the top half of his shaft, while her hand pumped furiously at the base. Frank chewed on his lower lip and pretended to be engrossed in the file sitting in front of him. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of the frantic blowjob. Caitlin was good. A knock on his door brought him back to reality.

"Hey Frank," said Tim opening the door, "You got that report for Mike?"

"Uh yeah, I think I have it here somewhere," he said. He reached into a side drawer and pulled out the report in question and handed it to Tim. Caitlin continued her assault on his member, sucking for all she was worth, trying to make him cum as hard as she had last night. When Tim took a seat opposite Frank, he went rigid. Caitlin, however, never slowed and in fact seemed to increase the ferocity of her cocksucking. Frank could almost see the devilish grin she wore beneath his desk.

"So," said Tim, "I heard you went out with that chick from the copy place, Caitlin, last night."

"Yeah, so?"

"So...? Come on man, details!" exclaimed Tim leaning forward expectantly.

"Tim, I am not about to kiss and tell, man. That's not cool."

"Oh give me a break dude," said Tim rolling his eyes, "every guy in the office wants to fuck her. She got those perfect dick sucking lips, you know what I mean?"

Frank felt Caitlin's silent laugh and was thankful that she had a mouth full of cock so Tim wouldn't hear her. The expression on his face gave Tim the ammo he needed to continue.

"Ah hah," Tim said, "I see you do know what I mean. So come on, how good is she?" As if trying to coax a response from him, Caitlin moaned softly and opened her throat, taking nearly all of his length deep into her throat.

"Oh she's pretty fucking good," said Frank. At that Caitlin began to bob her head, fucking his cock in and out of her throat as she swallowed, milking the head of his cock with her throat muscles. "Really fucking amazing in fact."

"Hah!" said Tim. "I knew it. So, how was the pussy? I know she's got a couple of kids. Was it all torn up or still nice and tight?"

"I don't know, man," said Frank, disgusted.

"Wait, you mean you didn't fuck her? Wait I get it, she likes it in the ass right? That's it?"

"Dude, I don't know man," Frank said in disgust, but the way Caitlin pulled back and fluttered her tongue up the length of his shaft gave him a clue to the answer. "Seriously dude, we got, um, interrupted before we got that far."

"Huh?"

"Well we went back to her place and things started getting hot and then..."

"Oh shit," exclaimed Tim, "her husband didn't come home did he?"

"Husband?" asked Frank, "No, why would he?"

"Um, Frank," said Tim frowning, "you did know that she was married, right?"

"Well I knew she had a couple of kids, but she told me she was a single mother."

Tim shook his head. "Actually no, Frank, she's not."

Frank was pissed. He started to turn red, realizing that he had almost done to someone else what his ex-wife had done to him. He was so mad that he forgot for a second that Caitlin was still under his desk, sucking frantically on his cock. As if sensing that he was about to put a stop to her fun, she increased her speed and intensity.

"Look Tim," he said, "thanks for the heads up. I think I better get back to work and try to forget that all ever happened."

"Frank, I'm sorry, man," Tim said, "I honestly thought you knew." He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

"Caitlin, stop!" said Frank, but Caitlin was having none of that. 

His hands grasped at her hair, trying to stop her motion, but Caitlin frantically pumped his shaft with her hand and sucked greedily on his throbbing head. Frank felt the pressure in his balls built and he tried to fight the wave that was building to crash over him. He clenched up his balls trying to stem the flow, but in response Caitlin rammed his cock fully down her throat. The damn broke and Frank released his seed down her throat as Caitlin eagerly swallowed, trying to capture it all.

Only when he had emptied all of his cum into her throat did she release his cock. Frank slid back from her and shoved his dick back into his slacks. He looked down at Caitlin, still kneeling under the desk, smiling as she licked a dribble of his cum from her bright pink lips. He was completely disgusted by the action, even though it occurred to him that Tara had once done the same thing, and he had found it extremely erotic. This was a different circumstance, though.

"Ok, get out," he said flatly.

"What?" she said. "Oh, come on, Frank. You can't be serious."

"Listen, you bitch, why didn't you tell me you were married?"

"Would it have mattered?" she asked, standing and straightening her blouse.

"You're damned right it would have. You just made me do to some other poor schmuck what my ex-wife did to me! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

"OH, Frank," Caitlin said sidling over to him," there's no comparison between the two situations. My problem is that my husband is an asshole who is never home, and when he is home, he may as well be gone. He and I haven't had sex in months! And when we do have sex--well, let's just say it's less than satisfying. Women have needs, Frank, and I can tell you know how to satisfy a woman's needs. Your wife was just stupid, apparently."

"Women like you always find some way to justify it, but the fact still remains the same."

"But come on Frank, you know you want to fuck me." With that, Caitlin turned around and bent over his desk. Her slacks road obscenely up the crack of her luscious ass as she arched her back, pushing it to the sky. "Wouldn't you love to shove that big dick of yours into my hot, tight ass? I like it like that."

Frank walked passed her and opened the door. "Go talk to Tim, he's the second door on the left. I'm sure he'd love to fuck your ass. I like to stay disease-free. Now get the fuck out of my office."

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Tara had to admit that his story beat hers on the absurdity meter. 

There were other fiascos of course. There was Nikki, a truly wonderful woman who worked upstairs in Frank's office building for another firm. Frank had taken her out to dinner a couple of times and things began to progress slowly, something for which Frank was grateful. She was 38, pretty with no children, and a widow. 5 years ago she had lost her husband in a plane crash, and had rarely dated since then. Things started to get intimate on their third date and she shyly asked Frank if he would stay with her for the night. 

Frank sensed how hard this was on her emotionally, so he did his best to be gentle and understanding. They were in the midst of making love when she suddenly burst into tears. She confided to him that he was the first man she had been with since her husband's death and she just couldn't do it. Frank tried to comfort her, offering to stay the night anyway with a promise that he would simply hold her, but she refused and asked him to leave. He did so, feeling sorry that he had caused her this emotional pain. As he left, he wondered if he should call Tara and ask her advice, not even wondering why she had sprung to the forefront of his thoughts so readily.

The next day he sent her flowers to apologize, and received an e-mail from her that afternoon. She apologized for last night, and for so brusquely rushing him out the door, but she had been extremely embarrassed. Frank assured her it was no problem and said he would like to see her again, with no strings attached, of course. She told him that at the moment she was too embarrassed to face him, but that she when she was ready she would call him. Though disappointed, Frank wasn't about to push the subject. 

"Why is it that older women all have so much baggage and the younger ones were so much easier to deal with?" asked Frank.

"Hmm," said Tara, here psychologist persona kicking in. "Probably older single women are single for a reason, and younger girls just want to fuck you silly."

They shared a laugh and Tara continued. "So Frank, be real quiet and listen. Can you hear that?" Frank listened intently and heard the wet, sexy squishing sound coming from the phone. Tara's voice took on a husky tone. "That's the sound of you fucking my wet pussy. I've got that big dildo buried in my snatch right now, just imagining it's you. You sure Denae didn't have you make a cast for this thing."

"No," said Frank, stroking his rigid cock slowly, "but I wish I'd thought of that."

"You know Frank, I tried to get this monster in my ass the other night."

"Really?" asked Frank, his voice squeaking as his throat went dry. He's fanaticized about fucking Tara's sweet ass ever since he'd done the same to Sandra.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I didn't get very far, but I gave it the old college try. I nicked a whole bottle of KY from the hospital and emptied the whole thing up my butt. Then I spent an hour just teasing and playing with myself, two fingers buried in my ass. I never realized how sensitive I was back there. I lubed up that big dildo and I pushed and pushed. When I got the head in I thought I was going to fucking die! I never did manage to get more than two inches in, it just hurt too bad."

"Hey, don't hurt yourself!"

Tara purred. "Don't worry babe, I'm not stupid. But boy did those two inches feel good. I figure by the time I get back I should be in good enough shape to try and take the real thing." There was a pause before Tara said, "So Frank, when I get home next month will you fuck my tight little ass for me?"

Frank's mouth was too dry to reply as his hand flew up and down his shaft. Suddenly the door burst open.

"Hey Frank," called Denae, "where are you? I...Whoa! Shit, sorry!" She came around the corner to find Frank, his pants lying across the room, pumping his cock in his easy chair.

"What the fuck?" asked Frank, his hand still wrapped around his cock. "Don't you know how to knock?"

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry Frank," she said, looking the other way and trying not to giggle.

"Denae?" asked Tara over the speaker phone.

"Tara!" exclaimed Denae. Forgetting Frank for the moment she bound over the couch and knelt by Frank near the speaker phone. "How are you? What're you doing."

"Oh Frank's just helping me through a bout of homesickness," said Tara.

"Ahh, that would explain why he's half naked stroking that python of his," said Denae.

The girls giggled. "And I bet he still hasn't cum yet, has he?"

"Well I was about to when the brat just barged through my front door," said Frank testily.

"Ahh, I'm sorry Frank," purred Denae. "Should I finish him off or make him do it himself?" Frank stared at her, stunned. Had she told Tara about their tryst?

"What do you think Frank?" purred Tara huskily, "Do you want to fuck my little sister again?"

"Well..." Frank stopped, realization dawning on him. "Little sister?"

The girls burst into laughter. "Did we forget to mention that part?" asked Tara Frank sputtered into the phone, not knowing what to say and Tara dissolved into laughter again. "Come on Frank, don't be mad."

"I don't know whether to feel angry, used, lied to, or like a big stud right now," he said, recovering his composure.

"Well, we didn't really lie to you and you certainly weren't used," said Tara. "I would think you would already feel like a big stud. I mean you do realize that you slept with a pair of college co-ed sisters, right? That's every 40 year old man's dream!"

"I'm only 39," he said.

"Well excuse me," said Tara, "and stop being so touchy. But think about it, what do you think Ronnie will say when he finds out you slept with my little sister too?"

"Nothing, because he's not gonna know!"

Tara giggled again. "Ok, ok, if that's how you want it. Damn, I wish I had been there, though."

"Oh, really?" said Frank. "See, and I was worried you might get angry."

Tara's voice took on a husky note. "Shit, Frank. That's a hot fucking story."

"Well," said Frank, "I wasn't really sure how to bring it up. I mean, you know how women are. Even though there are no real ties between us, I didn't know how to say, 'by the way, I nailed your best friend last night.' It's awkward."

"You mean little sister," said Denae, and the two girls laughed.

"And speaking of which," said Frank to Denae, "why did you have to tell her?"

"Are you kidding?" asked Tara before Denae could answer. "You weren't 30 seconds out the door before this little slut was on the phone to me, waking my ass up from a dead sleep, telling me how hard she came. 'Oh my gawd Tara, his cock is so big! I've never fucking cum like that in my life!'"

"Oh, do shut up, Tara," said Denae, turning red.

"'Tara, you should have seen him in the shower, soaping that huge dick of his. And where'd he learn to eat pussy like that? I didn't know guys could do that so well. Fuck, Tara, I think I'm in love.'" Tara sighed girlishly.

"Shut the fuck up, Tara," snapped Denae, now crimson with embarrassment. "Look, Frank, ok so I may have said that, but you had just fucked me silly and I was acting silly. It was just a passing fancy, nothing big. Tara reminded me that you weren't remotely available for a relationship with a girl who isn't even old enough to drink, and she was right."

"So I'm too old for you?" asked Frank mournfully.

"No," said Denae hastily, "it's not that. It's just that well nothing could ever happen between us, not permanent. I mean, you're not old, I'm just too young. But we could still have fun right?"

"So I'm too old to date, but young enough to fuck, is that it?" asked Frank.

"That's not what I meant!" exclaimed Denae. Frank started snickering then and Denae knew she'd been had. "Ok, ok, so I deserved that. Sorry for telling Tara but I really didn't think you'd mind. Besides, she and I tell each other everything." Denae emphasized everything and there a quizzical look. Denae just sat back and looked at the phone expectantly.

Denae cleared her throat and broke the suddenly awkward silence. "So I take it I interrupted story time, eh? Would you like me to leave?"

Frank smirked at the slightly sullen note in her voice. "I don't know Tara, should we let her stay and play or should we punish her for intruding on our private time?"

Tara giggled. "Oh I don't know, I suppose we should let her stay. She's young, and she'll eventually learn patience."

"So you're totally cool with the fact that I slept with Denae?" he asked.

"Sure," she said nonchalantly, "she deserves a little taste of heaven too."

Frank blushed at that statement. Denae chuckled. "You made him blush, Tara." She reached out and started to stroke Frank's rigid cock. "Hey Tara, tell him about your flight to Dallas last week!"

"Oh, I was saving that for the finale," Tara said.




Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 06



"I think now would be a good time," Denae said. 

"OK, but don't make him cum too fast."

"Ok," said Tara, "so the conference in Dallas went late and I had an overnight flight back to Phoenix. So it's the middle of the night, and something, I have no idea what, but something on the plane is vibrating right under my chair. After about an hour of this I gave up trying to sleep, because it was making me damned horny. There were only about 4 of us in first class, so I had the row all to myself. Everyone else was asleep so I figured what he hell, I'm covered in a blanket right. So I pulled up my skirt, slid a hand in my panties and started going to town on myself. Nothing too crazy, just slow and quiet. I just closed my eyes and went into lala land.

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Tara was gently rubbing circles around her clit, her thoughts drifting back to the way she had blown Frank on the flight to the Caribbean when she heard a soft voice in her ear. "Excuse me, but are you ok?" It was all Tara could do not to jump out of her skin or scream. She just turned her head and was looking straight into the eyes of a gorgeous blonde flight attendant. Tara started to stammer and she just put a finger to Tara's lips and looked around. "I think you should go to the First Class lavatory. But don't lock the door.'"

The attendant looked right into Tara's eyes and licking her lips. Tara almost came right there. Tara had never been one of those overtly bi-sexual women. She'd been with girls a couple times, and liked it, but she needed a big, throbbing cock to really get her off. However, this woman was beautiful, Tara was dripping wet, and she hadn't had any intimate contact for weeks, so she couldn't really say no. They say men think with their dicks; well, Tara's pussy was doing all the thinking for her now.

She went into the bathroom and closed the door. About 3 minutes later the door opened and in walked the attendant. She closed the door, locked it, and then pulled Tara into a kiss. Next thing Tara knew, the attendant's tongue was down Tara's throat and her hands were all over her tits. Tara tried to get her hands under the blonde's shirt but, she just took Tara's arms and put them up over her head. The next thing Tara knew, the blonde pushed up her skirt and slid Tara's thong off and started sniffing it. Tara stood there watching this hot six foot blonde sniff her soaked panties, and her pussy gave a little spasm.

Tara's head was spinning at this point and the blonde was totally in control. She lifts one of Tara's feet up onto the toilet, and dropped to her knees, grabbing Tara's ass in both hands and burying her face in Tara's snatch. Tara looked down at this gorgeous blonde, on her knees in the bathroom of a 737, face buried in her muff, sucking her clit like a vacuum cleaner. The flight attendant slid two fingers into Tara's pussy and licked her clit as she slowly finger fucked her. Tara hit the fucking roof. Tara had her shirt in her mouth to keep from screaming, when the blonde slide a slick finger up Tara's ass, putting her over the edge. She had no idea how many times she came all over the blonde's pretty face, but this went on for a good 20 minutes!

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Frank's throat was dry and his cock was throbbing. Denae was still fondling him and between that contact and Tara's story, he was afraid he'd lose control any minute. Denae looked like she was also ready to cream her knickers, and kept licking her lips. Frank briefly wondered if the two sisters had ever slept together. "So then what happened?" Frank asked with a dry throat.

"Well she slipped out and I slipped out and went back to my seat and slept like a rock until we hit Phoenix," said Tara.

"So," Frank said awkwardly, "at the risk of sounding like a real guy, you didn't do anything to her?"

"No," said Tara laughing, "that was the funny part. She just got me off about 6 times and left. I offered, believe me I offered, but she just said it was her pleasure to be of service, and that I didn't need to return the favor in any way. We just shared a parting kiss and went our separate ways."

"Amazing," said Frank, "straight out of a school boy's wet dream."

"Tell me about it!" exclaimed Denae.

"As I was leaving the plane she pulled me aside and handed me my panties and said, 'you left these in the bathroom'. I wasn't sure what to do so I just said the first thing that came to mind. I told her, 'Keep 'em to remember me by,' and walked away."

Frank burst into laughter. "You didn't really say that, did you?"

"Yeah," said Tara, "cheesy, eh? Oh well, she just smiled and kissed me on the cheek and pinched my butt as I walked by."

"Talk about flying the friendly skies," said Denae. "So, Frank, how'd your date go last night?"

"Oh, that was totally fucked up!" shouted Frank. "OK, I think I found my prude point. I met this gal at the bar that Ronnie set me up with and she was there with this other guy. She proceeded to inform me that she wanted to have a threesome because she's into double penetration."

"But Frank," said Tara," you've been in a threesome before. What about you and Ron double-teaming Esmeralda?"

"Different," he said. "She was blowing one of us while fucking the other. We had a good 4 feet of personal space between us. I'm not homophobic or anything, but the idea of slapping balls with another guy is a turn off."

"Hmm," said Denae thoughtfully, "I've always kind of wondered about what it might feel like to have a cock in both holes at once."

"You mean your little girlfriends haven't taken care of that for you with a pair of strap-ons?" Tara was teasing her sister now. She loved to give her sister crap about the free wheeling lifestyle her and her bisexual roommates shared, but as long as they were all safe, she didn't care.

"Huh," said Denae, "I guess I never thought about it."

They heard a beep. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Tara. "My phone is dying! Denae, pick up quick!"

Denae listened, giggled, and nodded. She blew a kiss into the phone and hung it up. Looking naughtily at Frank, she walked over to where he sat, his cock standing straight and hard in his lap.

"So what did she say?" said Frank, suddenly nervous with anticipation.

Denae smiled and kissed him. She then leaned back and pulled off her shirt and bra, revealing her pink-nippled tits. "Tara asked me to give you something for her, and then said I could do whatever I wanted with you. If that's ok with you, of course. By the way, I am sorry I barged in on you."

Frank chuckled. "Sounds like you plan to make it up to me."

"Oh yeah," said Denae. "But first, this is from Tara." She then dropped her mouth and began to lick languorously on his cock. She drooled all over the head, using her hand to spread the mixture of saliva and precum over his entire rod. She the leaned forward and pushed her soft tits around his slick cock.

After an hour of slow masturbation Frank's cock was sensitive and the sensation of Denae's supple flesh against his was incredible. She looked up nastily into his eyes. "You can think of Tara, for now at least. Just imagine that first lap dance. Wouldn't you have loved to just fuck those gorgeous tits of hers? I mean, mine are nice, but hers are so perfect." On each up stroke, Denae would lick the head of his cock. Frank was lost in the sensations images blurred together and one moment he was fucking Tara's mammoth tits, the next it was her younger sister's flesh rubbing against his. He could feel his orgasm building, ready to explode. Denae sensed it too.

"Yeah baby," she purred, "do you want to cum all over my tits? If you cum on my nipples, I'll lick it off for you." That was enough.

Frank exploded on the up stroke, just as Denae was swirling her tongue over his head. The first blast shot right into the girl's mouth, catching her by surprise and causing her to flinch as it struck her square in the tonsils. The second also cleared her chest, splashing across her chin to dribble down onto her cleavage. He continued to pump weaker shots in an almost steady stream for what seemed like forever, though it was really only a few seconds. Finally, he collapsed back into the chair.

Denae sat back and rubbed his milky cum all over her tits, cupping and squeezing them as she licked the flow of cum from her lips. "Fuck, Frank! That was awesome!" She lifted a breast to lick the cum off her nipple, just as she had promised. She then used her fingers to clean her face of the splatter and lick her fingers clean.

"Damn Frank," she said giggling, "you've turned me into such a cum slut!" She then leaned forward and licked his cock clean. She then proceeded to suck hard and long, until blood began to flow back into his spent member. 

"Shit Denae," he said. "How is it that you and Tara can bring me back from the dead so fast."

Denae smiled. "It's a trick Tara taught me and I'm not telling! Mom taught it to her, so I guess it's a family secret. So, now that you've gotten your present from Tara, are you mine for the rest of the night?"

Frank smiled. He reached out took her hand and pulled her into a passionate kiss. He could taste the salty sweet aftertaste of his cum on her lips. She melted into his arms and he stood, lifting her and laid her on the floor. Pulling off her shorts, he buried his face into her sopping blonde pussy and began to eat her with abandon, licking her furiously from clit to asshole.

"Oh yeah," Frank said, as if with a sudden revelation, "I remember what you liked so much!" 

With that he flipped her over and slid two fingers into her wet quim, pushing them up into her g-spot as he pinched his thumb down onto her clit. She moaned loudly, a moan that turned into a shuddering cry as he began to lick her tight pink asshole. She came hard three times in succession, each time a rolling, shuddering spasm.

"Fuck, Frank! You are amazing. You know that?" Frank heard a crash and looked up to see Denae squirming, pulling on the phone cord. 

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Tara gave me an idea." She said, lustily. "You just keep doing what you're doing. I'm calling Sandra. And her strap-on!"