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Barb

By: istanbulnoir



She is the best contributor to Literotica. I don't know her and I do know her. I read her stories over and over and when she has taken me to the highest pitches of excitement that her prose can take me to, and when her words are no longer enough, I click on the link to her profile and scroll down until her photograph is on my screen and I wank to Barb's image, all 50 something years worth of her. She stands in her black basque with her lovely big boobs and her hourglass waist, her arms at her sides and the straps of her suspenders reaching down over her thighs and out of view. 

The picture is of her torso only. But it does not matter that she is legless and headless in the picture. I have never seen her face or her eyes and I don't know the colour of her hair. They change according to my mood as I dream of her, but these absences make it easier for me to fantasise that she is mine. The less of a person you know, the more of them you can imagine. And in imagining her, I possess her. 

I read the words that she has written below her picture: 'know that I linger in the dark shadows of what you need. I am here for you.' Almost, Barb, almost, and only ever for a moment. It is never enough. Come out of the shadows and into the light for me. I need you.

It must have been the 1001st night of my wanking to Barb's words and her photograph and something happened that I think I will never fully understand, or know if it was real or just imaginary. I don't know how it happened, though I think I know why. Maybe, as the rubbing of the magic lamp brings forth the genie, my rubbing of my cock brought forth Barb.

I gazed in a near trance at her image on the screen and suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw the same image, only larger, at my side. They tell boys that playing with themselves makes then go blind, but I never believed it. Maybe I should have, I thought that they were exaggerating. Maybe I am too much of a doubter. Wanking, I now see, does not make you go blind, though I think it may distort the eyesight and alter perspective and makes you see double and things that may not be there.

But I was not imagining it. She was there. And she was exactly as she is in her photograph. Barb's torso, clad in her black basque; life-size, but faint. I was amazed. I stopped wanking. Then a voice, no louder than a whisper said 

'Don't stop. Rub that lovely cock harder. If you do, I will appear fully. If you stop, I will fade away again.'

I began to wank again.

'Harder, faster' whispered the voice 'wank hard for Barb.'

I wanked harder and faster and her image grew clearer. It had hands at the end of its arms and they reached over and her hands pushed mine away and took over. Barb wanked me fast and hard. She wanked me harder and faster than I could ever wank myself, and she slowly became more and more definite.

'I am here' she said.

'So I see, but how?'

'That's Barb's magic, she said 'but if I tell you the secret of it, the magic won't work anymore. That's how it is.'

'Let's sit down on that sofa over there' she said and led me by the cock across the room.

'How long will you stay?' I asked.

'That depends on you. Rubbing of your cock brought me here and it will keep me here for a while, but if you want me to stay until the morning you must find the magic word. If you do, I will be able to stay until just before the morning light comes.'

'How will I find it?'

'I think you will' she said 'if you think about it, or maybe you should try to feel it.'

'Ok' I said, but I was not confident and I was still too shocked that she was there be able to think, or feel anything other than the sensation of her fingering pulling my foreskin up and down over my cock head.

'This nice wank I am giving you will help me to stay longer, but you mustn't come.'

'Then you had better stop for a moment. You turn me on so much, I come just dreaming of you, and now you are here.'

'Ok.'

She stopped wanking me and sat back on the sofa. Her legs were apart and I stared at her crotch.

'Would you like to see my pussy?' she asked. 

'That's my dream.'

'It's not a dream any more. Here, pull my gusset aside and have a good look at my pussy.'

I pulled the gusset of her black panties aside and saw her pussy or the first time. She was magnificent.

'Touch it' said Barb.

I ran a fingertip over her pussy lips and she sighed. The wet velvet lips kissed the tip of my finger and invited me. 

'Fondle my clit.'

With my thumb I touched the tip of her clit and at the same time I pushed my finger into Barb's hole. Barb moaned and I started to rub her clit and poked my finger further into her pussy. 

All the while she gazed at my cock.

She saw me looking at her looking at my cock. 

'Everything will be fine as long as he stays hard' she said 'and I don't think there is any danger of him going soft for now.' 

'No danger' I said.

'I like looking at him' she said. 'I am going to suck him soon. But remember you must find the magic word before you come, so that I can stay all night. I want to stay all night and I want to suck all of the sperm out of your cock and I want you to fuck my pussy and my rectum, so you must find the magic word before I start really sucking you off, because once Barb starts sucking a man's cock she can't stop until she has sucked all of his sperm out of him and drunk it.'

I could not think, and I needed her help, but before I could ask her, Barb was leaning towards me and bowing her head towards my cock.

'Keep on fingerfucking my pussy darling' she said 'and don't stop rubbing my clit while I suck you off, and find the magic word. See, my mouth will soon be around your cock and soon it will be too late.'

I rubbed her clit harder and faster, hoping it might help me to think, or feel, as she had told me, but my mind was lost in Barb.

I felt Barb's tongue flick over my helmet and her wet lips kiss the tip of my cock. She breathed on my cock and whispered 

'Which parts of my stories do you like most?'

'The sex scenes. I always believe it's you; you are the lady in your stories.'

She looked up for a moment and smiled and looked hard at me.

'Which parts of the sex scenes?'

'When you describe how you suck cocks.'

'What else?'

'When you tell us about how you get fucked.'

'What else?'

My mind would not work. My thoughts would not come and I began to fear that I would come before my thought did, and now two inches of my cock were in Barb's mouth and she was beginning to work my helmet and shaft with her tongue. It was ecstasy to have my cock sucked by Barb, the woman who lived in my dark shadows. Now she had come out of them a little and was here, but not enough, still not enough. I wanted to suck me harder and deeper.

At the same time I wanted her to stop, because if she did not, I would not find the magic word quickly enough and she would fade back into my dark shadows and I would never experience the sublime pleasure of fucking her.

She gave me one last chance. She stopped sucking me and asked

'Have I ever been fucked by more than one man at the same time in any of my stories?'

I thought for a moment and remembered one of her stories. 

'Yes' I said 'in one of them you get a double penetration.'

'Yes' she said and then she quoted herself, while Barry 'drove his meat deep in my vagina', where was 'Matt's throbbing cock?'

I remembered. Her quotation of her own words reminded me of every detail of her story. I said, finishing her line 'Matt's throbbing cock expanded and surged inside you, filling your arse with another burst of his warm cum.' that's it, that's it! Your arse; I mean 'ass'. 'Ass' is the word.'

'No' she said 'but you are very close.'

I was close. I was close to cumming. I was going to pump my cum into Barb's mouth and it would be too late. I fought against the pleasure of Barb's exquisite mouth giving my cock the greatest sucking it had ever had; wanting to have the even more exquisite pleasure of fucking her pussy and her arse. 

That was it. I love anal sex. I love the way Barb describes having her arse fucked. I cried out 

'Arse, ass, bottom, butt, bum, bumhole, anus' and then at last 'rectum.'

She stopped sucking my cock and looked up. 'You got it. Rectum. That is your favourite of the words I use when I describe anal sex. That's why I told you to try to feel the answer. You already knew it.'

I got it just in time. Barb was about to return to her cock sucking and her mouth was open and about to swallow in my cock again, when a jet of spunk spurted out over her face and into her mouth. She looked up at me and slowly poked out her tongue. It was covered with my sperm. Then she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and with her fingers wiped the cream from her face and licked it from her fingertips. She swallowed it down.

'Well done baby' she said 'just in time. Now we can relax. And you must gather yourself. You are going to suck my pussy and fuck her too' she said. 'And you are going to fuck my rectum!'

'How did she know that my favourite word in her descriptions of how she was arse fucked was 'rectum'? I guessed it was more of her magic, so I did not ask her the secret.

We sat at opposite ends of the sofa facing each other; my right leg bent at the knee and resting against the sofa back and my left stretching across the sofa and down to the floor. With my legs apart thus, my cock, which was fully erect again, stood proudly pointing upwards and a little to the left. I felt wholly unselfconscious and it excited me that Barb was gazing at my cock. She looked at it as a lover of good food looks at a gourmet dish, and her eyes were full of hunger. At the same time it was the look of benevolent love and gentle desire with which a mother looks upon a child.

I am young and often shy, but I was not now with Barb, my dream lady, and now my good fairy and my mentor. That's how it was. I had always imagined that Barb was a little dominant and I was a little submissive, so I was ready to be her pupil. I felt that it was not just for the fulfilment of a fantasy that she was there, but to teach me something, about how to please a real woman, a woman over fifty, which is what to me a real woman is. A woman over fifty who has not lost what she had, but nurtured it and brought it to its perfection. 

Barb continued to gaze at my cock until she said 'it won't matter if he goes soft now' and smiled.

'He won't go soft while you are here' I said.

She smiled knowingly.

Barb's left leg rested against the inside of my right and her right was as far from it as could be and stretched out at an angle from her towards the middle of the room. I looked at her shapely legs, clad in black nylon with suspender straps attaching the stockings to her basque, which made a frame that held Barb's pussy perfectly. I had been looking at her since she had come to me, but for the first time, in the clearness of thought and view that follows orgasm, I was seeing her. I gazed on her and took everything in. I looked at her black stiletto heeled shoes, and up the insides of her legs and past her knees to her inner thighs until my eyes rested upon her resplendent pussy whose protruding lips gleamed in the soft lamplight with their coating of her juices. Barb's pussy was a little open and I imagined it was always thus and her clit, which was large, poked out as if to beckon me.

'You like Barb's pussy?' she asked and stretched a hand towards herself and pulled the thick lips apart, so that I could see the pink inner walls of her hole. My cock twitched.

'Are you going to enjoy fucking Barb's pussy? She said.

'I could not answer with a word, so I just let my cock show her by his increasingly urgent twitching. Precum oozed from the hole at the tip of my cock and formed into a milky drop and Barb leaned forward and licked it off.

I felt that I should speak, so I asked her 'does it taste good?'

She simply said 'yes' and leaned back into her original position and this time, with the finger tips of both hands stretched her fanny lips wider open. Her clitoris poked out again proudly. 'Come and suck my clitoris' she said. I moved towards her and knelt between her wide open legs and leaned towards her pussy. Barb continued to hold her pussy wide open and as my face came near to the shrine the perfumes of her cunt filled my nostrils. I breathed deeply and felt their intoxicatory power take hold of me. Here is one source of Barb's magic, I thought, in the scent of her pussy; the essence of her womanliness. Another one was her arse. I poked out my tongue and leaned into her pussy and the tip of my tongue touched her and tasted the warm salty sweetness of her hole. 

At first I did not move it, as though waiting for instruction. 

'Lick me baby!' said Barb and I began to flick my tongue around in her pussy. Then following her brief prompts I sucked one at a time her labia into my mouth and savoured the velvet texture and their soft sweet salty taste. She moaned louder and the knowledge that I was giving her pleasure emboldened me and I began to lick her clit.

'Yes baby yes suck on Barb's clit, make her come.'

I sucked harder, taking her clitoris between my lips and pressing my tongue against it as hard as I could. Some women find this too intense, but Barb could take it and her moans grew louder and she began to buck and push her pussy into my face. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and her sticky viscous juice was oozing from her clit into my mouth. Then she cried out

'Fucking eat Barb's pussy. Eat it all. Drink all of my juices. Make me come. Come. Come.'

And come she did and her juices seemed to pour into my mouth. I continued to lick and suck on her pussy until she said

'Stop now baby, Barb needs a little rest; but only a little one.'

I pulled away and fell back against the back of the sofa. My cock was still rock hard, as Barb noticed and smiled.

'As soon as I am ready we can get going again. You can fuck Barb.'

'I could barely wait and my cock twitched and throbbed. While I had been licking her pussy and sucking her clit, I had not been able to resist the temptation to stroke myself, and as Barb had been holding herself open for me while I licked and sucked her, my hands had been free to rub and pull on my cock.

She showed me that it was time to fuck her by reaching over and taking my cock in her hand and gently but firmly pulling me towards her. She lay back and opened her legs wide again and moved me into position. She continued to grip my cock and pull it towards her until it was positioned an inch away from her pussy where it could feel the fierceness her heat, and with her free hand she peeled open her cunt lips and exposed absolutely her hot wet Barbhole. We both looked at each other's eyes and then we both looked down and she guided me in under our mutual gaze.

I heard her gasp as she fed my cock into her thirsty pussy and the sensations of her pussy walls gripping my cock almost sent me into delirium. 

My cock was all the way up Barb, but she continued to grip its base with her forefinger and thumb.

'Don't move yet baby. Barb's pussy wants to drink your cock. I felt the muscles inside her tightening around me. I had heard that there are woman who have this power to control and manipulate their vaginal muscles, but I had never dreamt that I would meet one of them.

I remained still, but it was as though I was moving. Barb's pussy walls were clamping my cock and moving all over it. Gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing. I had never imagined such a feeling. It was as though her pussy was sucking me off.

Barb kept us this sublime pussy fellatio for some minutes and I was close to exploding, but I was determined to hold back. I wanted to fuck her, but now she was fucking me!

The she stopped, and she whispered 'fuck me hard now, but don't come in my pussy. Make me come, but save yours.' She did not explain why.

Her pussy relaxed its grip on my cock and I pulled outwards, leaving just my helmet enwrapped by her pussy lips. I gathered myself for the task and pushed in all the way. Barb gasped and I began to fuck her in earnest. I fucked her pussy hard and smooth, slowly then quickly then slowly again, with deep thrusts and shallow prods and circling grinds. I could tell from her increasingly violent movements that she was getting close and she began to tell me what she wanted, as she tells her fuckers in her stories what she wants.

'Fuck Barb's pussy hard baby, fuck it hard and deep.'

Her words spurred me on, but I had gained mastery of myself and I knew that I would not come. I would not fail to meet Barb's request. 

Finally she came and screamed out as her juices pumped from her clit and soaked her pussy and my cock. I stopped and held my cockhead inside her pussy lips and felt her cream dribbling down my cock and coating my loins and balls.

Then I pulled away, expecting that we would rest again, but as I sat back Barb was smearing her pussy juices all around herself and making her fingers wet and sticky. I thought she was going to lick her juices off of her finger or offer them to me, but instead she slipped forward a little, still laying back and then lifted herself up and taking a cushion that had fallen to the floor out it under the small of her back and lifted herself towards me. 

But it was not her pussy that she was going to offer me this time. She took hold of her ankles and pulled her legs up, making her pussy rise further and her arse cheeks come into view. She looked down towards me through the gap between her raised legs. Her hand reached down and smeared the pussy juice from her fingers over her anal ring.

'Now for Barb's last secret' she purred 'the place of my magic word.' She opened her legs a little further by pushing her ankles outward and her arse rose up a little more. 'You know what you want darling' she said 'you know what Barb wants. Pull open my ass cheeks and enjoy my rectum.'

I almost exploded at the word as she said it. I reached out and took each arse cheek in one hand and pulled them open to reveal Barb's tight and puckered little rosebud of a sphincter. I stared transfixed, admiring it and taking in every detail of the vision: the anger of its redness, mollified by hints of pink and brown.

'You are an ass man and I am an ass lady. You know what to do. This is what you were born for darling.' She threw back her head and left me to my instincts. I did know what to do and I knew that my education from Queen Barb was complete and I was to be her King as she surrendered her arse to me.

I held her arse cheeks apart and moved towards her bumhole. I paused, my nose an inch away, and savoured the scents of Barb's luscious rectum. More pungent than the perfumes of her pussy, the scents of her rectum drifted into my nostrils and filled my nose with the odour of exotic spices. Like a connoisseur of fine vintage wines I inhaled her anal scent deeply and sought to discern her bouquet. There was the delicious smell of fetid, female sweat, hints of the pussy juice that she had rubbed on her arse for lubricant and the subtlest shades of shit. I could not resist and leaned forward and began to lick her sphincter ardently. 

It tasted as it smelt, and the combined smell and taste were hitting me softly and I was drunk on Barb's arsehole. I licked and licked Barb's sphincter and then French kissed it and she opened to meet my kiss and the soft skin beyond her untightening ring that reached out felt like a tongue coming to meet mine. The bud of Barb's rectum continued to open for my caressing lips and lapping tongue and I slide my tongue into her arsehole and tasted the sweat and arse oil that smeared the soft inner skin.

'Oooooh yes baby you know what Barb's rectum loves' she sighed as my tongue probed deeper into her dark hole. Barb's fingers slid down her stomach and between her legs and I saw them rubbing her clit as I continued lovingly to lick and kiss her bumhole.


Barb



Note to reader: This is a true story which happened in the late 1980's. Some parts were taken from other sources. To the best of my knowledge, they are accurate. Names (other than mine) and a few other minor things have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved. However, the basic story is factual.

All people engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years old.

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Richard and Barb Coleman and their two daughters, Amanda and Jessie, moved into a house on the next block when I was eleven years old.

Richard and Barb had gotten married while Barb was pregnant with Amanda. Jessie was born a little over a year later.

Before they moved in, Richard opened his own insurance agency. Barb worked as a waitress to help out financially while Richard built up his clientele. Within a couple of years, the agency became very successful, and they were able to buy the house. Barb quit her job to devote herself to being a full time mother and homemaker.

Barb Coleman was very attractive -- about 5'6" with a slim C-cup figure. She had long black hair and brown eyes. Barb was difficult to ignore. I only wished she would have showed off her body a little more, but she always dressed fairly conservatively.

The Coleman daughters both grew into beauties. Jessie, whose actual name was Jessica (which she hated being called,) was almost a mirror of her mother except for her blue eyes. Amanda, who was about a year older, had reddish-brown hair and brown eyes and favored her father. She was a little shorter and she had a fuller D-cup figure. I was about nine months older than Amanda. She was the Coleman sister I gravitated to. Perhaps Jessie had the more modelesque appearance, but that doesn't mean Amanda was unattractive. What drew me to Amanda was her personality. She was more reserved, very easy to talk to, and she had a great sense of humor. But every time I asked her out, she tell me I was a nice guy, but she wasn't interested. It was frustrating.

Jessie, in contrast, was more vocal, and her grouchiness tended to turn people off.

One day, after being turned down by Amanda for the nth time, she told me to ask Jessie out. She had just turned eighteen.

"She really likes you, you know?" she told me.

"Oh?" was all I said. I never really had a personal issue with Jessie, but I felt there was a personality clash, and I didn't have much tolerance for others' bullshit.

"Mmmm-hmmm," replied Amanda. "Go ahead and ask her. I'm sure she'll go out with you."

I told her I'd think about it. Amanda rolled her eyes and became exasperated.

"Oh, come on, George! I know she can act a little crabby at times, but she's really a very sweet girl," she insisted.

A little crabby? I didn't buy it. Nonetheless, one day I asked Jessie out to a movie and dinner, and she said yes. Jessie was nicer than I thought she'd be, but there was no real connection. We never had a second date.

I didn't know Richard Coleman well, but my mom told me she'd never cared for him because he hit on other women. There were also rumors that he had cheated on Barb with his former secretary. At the time, our small hometown had a population of about four thousand, and rumors tended to go around quickly. You really couldn't help but pick up stuff at the bank, the grocery store, or from a neighbor. I didn't know if he was an adulterer or not, but I thought if he was, he was a total asshole. Not only because Barb Coleman was a beautiful woman, but because of my dad.

Before I was born, dad had an affair with a woman named Carol. Mom suspected he was cheating on her. One day, she borrowed a neighbor's car and followed him to Carol's apartment and confronted both them. Mom threatened to shoot both of them with one of the handguns he kept for protection. After a few weeks apart, Mom eventually forgave him, but dad told me it took a very long time to regain her trust fully. He never got over the guilt, and he told me that if I ever I got into a relationship or got married, I'd better be faithful or else.

One day while shopping at the local IGA, I personally witnessed Richard hitting on a cashier named Juliette, who was a fairly attractive and very well-built blonde in her late twenties or early thirties. Juliette rebuffed him sharply. When Richard left, I overheard her tell another cashier that he did it to her every time he came in.

"You can't tell me he's not screwing around on his wife," she told her. "You can't. He's probably got a mistress or two around here somewhere. God, I hope she divorces his worthless ass and takes him to the cleaners. She deserves better."

By the time I reached adulthood, Barb Coleman could've passed for a woman ten years younger. She was always very nice to me. As a teenager, I'd occasionally picked up a little spending money by mowing her lawn when Richard was too busy with work and neither of the girls were there. Barb said she actually tried to mow it once and nearly separated her shoulder trying to get the mower started and never tried to do it again. Since we had a riding mower, she asked me.

The last few years of Richard and Barb Coleman's marriage were anything but happy, however. Richard's work and his long-rumored affairs were at the center of it. He always denied he was unfaithful and Barb disbelieved the rumors until the Fall Days festival incident.

Richard had had a few drinks, and he made some very explicit comments to a couple of women, one of whom I knew fairly well. The ladies complained to one of the police officers who was there working security. The officer located Richard and told him to leave. But because he had been drinking, the officer insisted that someone take him home. Someone called Barb. She drove over to pick him up. When she learned what had happened, they had a very nasty and very public fight. Richard didn't think it was a huge deal and told Barb she was overreacting and gave a perfunctory apology. Barb didn't push it. However, Richard's attitude towards her began to cool and they eventually separated.

Richard called Barb a few weeks later hoping to reconcile. They went out to dinner. Barb agreed to take him back. The marriage appeared to be on the mend for a short time, but Richard eventually screwed it up.

One day, he claimed he had to go on one of his routine out-of-town trips to see a special client. A real VIP.

"He's a wealthy older guy and he was one of my first clients, and he's got all of his policies with me," he said.

"You gotta know who butters your bread."

Then, about a month-and-a-half later, a nineteen-year-old woman named Sally barged into the insurance agency. In earshot of his new -- and very young and sexy -- secretary and a client who was waiting in the lobby, Sally hysterically told Richard that she was pregnant.

Richard tried to calm Sally down and insisted that there had to be a mistake. Sally said she was positive he was the father because he was the only man she'd ever been with. The secretary picked up the phone and called Barb.

When Richard got home later that night, Barb slapped him and tearfully confronted him. Richard eventually confessed to having a one-night stand with Sally. He said she was a client and that she'd flirted with him. But he insisted that he was "one thousand percent certain" that he was not the father of Sally's baby because he'd worn a condom.

The next day, Barb got Sally's phone number from the secretary and called her.

"He told me he was divorced. I gave my virginity to the bastard!" she cried angrily.

After she calmed down a little, Sally said that Richard was lying through his teeth about their affair; she said she'd been with him many times. Sally insisted that she always made Richard wear condoms. She said that he complained so much about having to wear them that one night she finally got tired of it and let Richard fuck her bareback to shut him up. But she told him to not cum inside her.

"You've been trying to get me to swallow, so I'll let you cum in my mouth," she said.

Richard prematurely came inside her. Sally freaked.

And in typical Richard Coleman fashion, he tried to spin it. Richard said that he didn't believe for a second that Sally hadn't been with another man. He mentioned a black co-worker named Max whom Sally said she was good friends with.

Richard finally confessed to Barb that the reason he was cheated was because he was no longer attracted to her. And without so much as an apology, he angrily packed his suitcase and left. He stayed in a hotel for a few days before he rented a small apartment near the agency.

Barb finally realized her marriage was over and filed for divorce. Even though she was hurt by Richard's infidelity, she also seemed kind of relieved.

Richard's affair also caused a rift with his daughters, whom he genuinely loved. It was many years before he was able to reconcile with Amanda and Jessie.

Up to the day Sally gave birth, however, Richard stuck to his story that he could not possibly be the father of Sally's baby. He actually tried to get back with Barb about six weeks before the baby was born. He promised Barb that if she gave him a second chance, he'd be faithful and work with her on fixing their marriage. Barb didn't take him back, but she did tell him that she would put the divorce on hold until the baby was born. She said that if the baby looked like Max, she'd consider taking him back.

"But if that baby looks like you, your ass is grass!" she yelled.

When Sally's baby boy was born, there was no doubt who the father was. He had Richard's reddish-brown hair and looked a lot like him. When Barb saw the baby, she immediately refiled the divorce papers. Ultimately, she got the house and one of their car, and she reverted back to her maiden name: Allen.

About six months later, Richard and Sally married. Despite Richard's pleading, neither of his daughters went to the wedding.

By the time they were adults, Jessie and Amanda were busy with work or other aspects of their own lives. Amanda had moved in with a girl and began going to college. Jessie insisted on living at home because she was worried about her mom being lonely and felt guilty about not spending more time with her. But she also wanted to go to college. At Jessie's urging, Barb tried a dating service, but none of the dates went anywhere.

During all the drama in the Coleman home, I'd bought my first car: a piece of junk 1974 Ford F-150 pickup with 120,000 miles on it, and I got my first job: flipping burgers at McDonald's. The truck only cost me $800 and guzzled gas, but it was something to get me to and from work.

But without it, what happened probably wouldn't have.

I was living at home myself until I could find a better job and then a place of my own which I could afford. I paid my parents a small amount in rent and did some work around the house. One Saturday near dusk, I was finishing cutting grass and my mother asked if I could help Barb.

"With what?" I asked.

"She said she had some junk in the garage and other stuff taking up space," she replied. "She said she called a hauling company and they wanted an arm and a leg. She says she'll give you $50."

"Uh, yeah. Sure," I said. "I can do it Tuesday about noon. I'm off."

Tuesday, however, was an awful midwest mid-summer day. The temperature was in the mid-nineties, and it was extremely humid. I was so glad that I'd mowed the lawn on Saturday, but I sure wasn't looking forward to sweating my ass off in a hot garage. Still, it was $50 that I didn't have. I hoped Barb didn't have a lot of stuff to get rid of.

I drove the short distance to Barb's home and backed the truck into the driveway up to the closed garage door and walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. No answer. A minute later, I knocked. Again, no answer. I was wondering if Barb had forgotten and left. I was going to go back home to call her, but then I heard a crash and a female voice from the back yard: "Aw, dammit!"

I walked around the side of the house. They had an in-ground pool which was enclosed by a privacy fence. The gate was ajar. I opened it and walked in to one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen: a dark-haired girl wearing a tiny blue and white bikini kneeling and sweeping up a broken drinking glass with a whisk. Her beautiful ass was halfway out of her bikini bottoms. My jaw about hit the ground.

"Oh, crap," I blurted. "Sorry, Jessie!"

She yelped and stood up and turned around. The bikini didn't hide much of her front either.

But it wasn't Jessie. It was Barb! I always knew she was a beauty, but I never realized just how beautiful she was.

"Oh, shit! George!" she exclaimed, her face reddening. "Oh my God! I completely forgot you were coming over!"

Then she became nervous and tried to cover up and headed indoors.

"No problem, Barb," I said. "You look incredible, by the way."

It stopped her dead in her tracks. Yes, I realized I was talking to a scantily-clad woman who was twice my age. But I wasn't lying. Her body would've been the envy of younger ladies.

"Sorry, didn't mean th..."

"Oh my God, George," she giggled nervously. "Thank you. But just let me put on a r..."

She took a step and then stopped.

"Wait? You thought I was Jessie?" Barb exclaimed.

"Uh... yeah," I replied.

"This was actually Jessie's," Barb looked down at her bikini and explained sheepishly. "She bought it in Florida a couple of years ago. When I saw it, I told her no way in hell and I took it away from her. I found it last night and I only put it on to see if it would fit and it felt kind of sexy. Silly at my age I know. But I can't believe it actually fits me."

"I can," I said, almost involuntarily. I grimaced as soon as the words came out. And I felt my dick getting hard.

"You know, George, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were hitting on me," she chuckled.

"No!" I insisted. "No, but you do look like Jessie. Or she looks like you. Aw, hell, Barb, you two could almost be sisters."

"Oh, will you stop, huh?" she laughed and covered her mouth.

"Sorry if I'm embarrassing you, but... Oh, God, this is weird," I said.

"Oh, come on," she said. "You're not embarrassing me at all. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can put on a robe."

"No, no," I reassured her. "I'm not uncomfortable at all."

"Okay," she nodded. She sounded a little unconvinced. She walked over and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her breasts brushed lightly against my chest and my dick began getting harder.

"Thank you, George. It's sweet. I mean it," she said, her face still red. "Want something to drink?"

"No, thanks. Listen, Barb, it's just way too damn humid. Can we maybe wait for a nicer day to do the garage?" I asked.

"Oh, sure!" she said. "It's probably a sweatbox in there anyway. But I'll give you the fifty I promised today. Want to go for a swim instead? I was about to jump in. It'll be so nice to have someone around here to talk to. Jessie won't be back until Thursday afternoon sometime."

"Yeah," I said. "Sounds cool. Tell you what: let me run home and get a pair of trunks."

But Barb stopped me.

"Hey, you know, Richard left some clothing behind. I was going to get rid of it. I think I saw a pair of his trunks in there somewhere," she said. "You're probably about his size."

I followed her into the house and waited in the kitchen while she rummaged in a spare bedroom. She came out a few minutes later holding a pair of dark gray and black trunks and handed them to me. I went into the bathroom and changed. The trunks fit. But I waited for my dick to get a little softer before exiting. An erection and a pair of swimming trunks had played roles in me losing my virginity to a girl named Paige two summers previous. It was difficult to not think of that day, and it made it hard for me to not get hard. Finally I said to hell with it and decided to act naturally. If Barb noticed, she never let on.

As we swam, we talked. After an hour or so, our skin began pruning and we hopped out of the pool. As we toweled off, Barb morosely said: "Listen, George. Like I said, I'm here alone for two days. And I hate bars and clubs. If you've got a girlfriend, I'll understand, and I know I'm old enough to be your mom, but it's been months."

I gulped. But the sight of Barb's sexy body was too much. I kissed her and ran my hands over her. She was both soft and firm, and her nipples were hard under the fabric of her bikini top. When I squeezed her ass, Barb moaned lightly and ground herself against me.

"Let's go inside, huh?" she whispered nervously and took my hand.

I nodded. By this time, my dick was so hard it was about to burst out of my trunks. But in the middle of the kitchen, she stopped.

"Oh my God, what the hell am I doing? I feel like I'm seducing a kid," Barb looked up and said to no one in particular.

"I'm twenty," I insisted. "I've done it before."

She smiled apologetically and shrugged.

"Yeah... Sorry. It's hard to think you're not the boy down the street anymore," she said sadly and sighed. "Oh, George, if I wasn't..."

"You're a very beautiful woman, Barb," I interrupted her. "You don't need to feel bad or anything. Really. It's between us."

"What about your parents?" she asked. "What will they say?"

"It's none of their business," I replied.

I kissed her again and we walked to the bedroom. Barb pulled down my trunks and my rock hard dick sprung forth.

"Oh, wow," she said, taking hold of it and jerking it lightly.

And without another word Barb got on her knees. She took a deep breath, and began blowing me. She was pretty damned good, if a little out of practice. But the skills returned quickly, and after a few minutes, I was on the verge of cumming. I stopped her and pulled her to her feet and undid the string on her top, Her lovely C-cup breasts spilled out. They were firm and topped by somewhat large, perky nipples. Not a hint of sag. I kissed them both, then pulled off her bottoms. And suddenly Barb Coleman was totally nude in front of me. Her pussy was trimmed nicely and her body was much nicer that I thought I was.

I told her to lie on the bed. I climbed on top and leaned down and kissed her and made a line down her neck, down her chest, down her stomach, and finally down to her wet pussy. She smelled like chlorine, but I didn't care. I dove in and located her clit. I don't know if I was an expert at eating pussy, but I love it. It didn't take long for her to react to being stimulated.

"Ohhhh..." moaned Barb loudly as she writhed. "Ohhhh fuck! Oh fuck! Damn!"

When she orgasmed, she squealed long and loud and convulsed. She nearly crushed my head between her shapely legs.

"Oh, fuck!" she panted afterward. "That was fucking great!"

I crept up and kissed her again while I got my dick slick with her juices. With a little effort, I slowly slid into her. She gasped and groaned as I filled her tight canal. I didn't expect her to be so tight considering her age and the fact that she'd borne two children. But she was.

"Oh, yeah!" she smiled as I began fucking her. "Oh yeah! Oh, God I need this!"

I never realized how sexually frustrated Barb was. Or how sexually adventurous she could be. We fucked doggie style, which she said was her favorite position, and she rode me hard. She came at least three times before I felt an orgasm building.

"Fuck!" I yelled. "Where the...?"

"Inside me," she gasped. "Tubes are tied."

After some furious pumping, I came. I shot a huge load deep in her pussy. She milked me completely.

"Damn!" she exhaled and smiled as I got off her and laid down next to her. "That was incredible. I haven't made love like that in a long time."

She suddenly looked sad

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she reassured me. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about... Well..."




Barb



She sighed. I knew she was thinking about Richard.

Barb leaned over and kissed me.

"He's gone and I'm glad I don't have to deal with the bullshit," she told me. "Still, the guy knew how to fuck a woman."

"You want him back?" I asked in shock.

"No!" she said sharply. "All I want to do is live a little sexually before I get too old to do it. So, George, any time you feel the need and if I'm not busy, I'm game."

I suddenly wondered if my truck being parked in the driveway for so long would lead to me becoming the subject of a town-wide rumor. But I really didn't care. After we cleaned up, Barb and I snuggled and talked about life and what we wanted out of it. We made love again before I had to leave. We saw each other quite a bit until I got hired on at a union factory in a neighboring city. I was finally able to move into a small apartment in town. I wanted to see Barb more, but working fifty hours a week took a lot out of me.

Being with Barb was incredible. Our intimate relationship lasted a little over a year. Our age difference was never really a huge deal. But our relationship wasn't all about sex. We just liked being with each other even if we didn't have sex. I wished I was older. I thought about asking Barb to marry me a few times, but I was sure she wouldn't accept and I knew I wasn't ready for marriage. We usually saw each other two or three times a week. I think my parents may have suspected our relationship was more than platonic, but what could they say? I was an adult and I was living in my own place.

Late the following spring, Barb took a part-time job at a local pizzeria. She began seeing man named Victor, who worked for them as a delivery driver. Victor was slightly older than Barb. He was a good guy, and he and Barb hit it off fabulously. One day, Barb told me that she wanted to be faithful to Victor.

"Our times together were wonderful, and I'm thankful," she told me.

"You've been more than a friend, but..." her voice trailed off.

I was sad, of course. But I understood. I began dating a girl named Carrie shortly afterward. Barb met her at the pizzeria and liked her.

Victor and Barb married about six months later and they moved to Victor's home state of Tennessee. We kept in contact over the next twenty-plus years. She came to both my father's and my mother's funerals and I went to Victor's. Even as she grieved his death, Barb came to my wedding, which happened a few weeks later.

Then I didn't heard from Barb for months.

One day, I heard a knock at our apartment door. I opened it to see Jessie Coleman. She looked distraught.

We hugged. "How have you been?" I asked, inviting her in.

"Not good. George, I have bad news. Mom passed away a few days ago," she said as she began crying.

My heart sank.

"Barb? How?" was all I could ask.

"Stomach cancer," replied Jessie. "She was diagnosed a couple of months after you and Tina got married."

"My God, I didn't know she was even sick. I'm so sorry," I said. "Your mom was a wonderful woman."

After a few minutes trying to compose myself I asked her when the visitation and the funeral was.

"We don't know yet," she said. "We'll know later today or tomorrow. You know? Mom always said you helped her out a lot after the divorce. She was happy. Her and Victor made a great couple, too."

Then she sighed and her voice took on a different tone.

"Listen, George. I don't know what happened between you and mom and I'm not going to ask," she said. "But mom always said you were more than a friend to her."

I nearly broke down. I took a deep breath which shuddered with emotion and Jessie held my hand.

"Well, I've got to go, George. I'm sorry to rush off. So much stuff to do," she sniffed back tears.

"Jessie, you know if there's anything I can do..." I said.

She shook her head.

"No. Thank you though," she replied.

Jessie gave me her and Amanda's mobile phone numbers. She said she had an appointment with the funeral home director and wanted to see her father. We hugged again. I called Amanda and gave my condolences and we talked for about fifteen minutes before she had to leave.

My wife, Tina, came home about an hour later. I was still distraught. I cried as I told her what had happened to Barb. And she comforted me. Later that night, Amanda called and said the visitation would be that Monday evening and the funeral would be the following morning at 10:00.

Tina went with me to the visitation on Monday. I hoped that I didn't break down again, but it was difficult.

Laying in her casket, Barb looked at peace. Older, but still very beautiful.

The service was beautiful, too. Both Amanda and Jessie eulogized their mother. I saw Richard Coleman, too. He stoically sat near the back. He hadn't aged so well. He looked to be nearly three hundred pounds and needed a cane. He and Sally were still married, and their son, Tom, was in college. Richard tearfully told me his biggest regret in life was cheating on Barb. They hadn't spoken in years, but when Richard said he heard Barb was terminally ill, he went to her, and they buried the hatchet.

The procession to the cemetery was about a seven-mile drive. By midday, it was very hot and very humid.

Just like another long-ago Tuesday.



Barb & Brad



E-mail comments from ladies and from real men are welcome---If they are nasty, pretend that you are a real man and provide a return address--Otherwise I consider the source---

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I have a twin brother, his name is Brad. We are like most twins, very close. When we were eight our parents divorced under very friendly terms and remarried. 

All four were very friendly and I don’t pretend to understand how they managed this, but the end result was that we were each to live with different parents. We lived in the same block but on different streets. We each had a bedroom in the others house and we often were under the same roof at one house or the other. But actually the thing that was the most significant was the phone.

The phone was our uncle’s idea. He was an engineer with the phone company and he designed it and set it up. First off, obviously we each had a phone, the difference was that they were exclusively ours. They were connected together 100% of the time. Plus they were speaker phones. So if we left them both on speaker it was almost like being in the same room. Or if we wanted we could have the speaker(s) off and it was private at our end. Or of course the phone could be hung up. 

One neat feature was that if one of us picked up the phone then a little light glowed on the others phone. If we got no response we could touch a button and a faint chime would sound. If we really wanted the phone answered we could touch another button and the phone would ring normally. 

As might be expected we talked often and long and we would often fall asleep with the phones to our ears.

As we got older and our hormones started to rage somehow they did not cause any sexual desire toward each other. Yes, we discussed sex often, we knew each others secrets and desires and sexual events and such things as bra size and penis size. We asked each other about masturbation. Once we even masturbated together while talking on the phone, but only once. When we spoke of it later we agreed that maybe it was something that we should not do. Somehow we never had any outward sexual attraction to the other. Even running around nude after we were adults didn’t faze either of us. That is until this Memorial Day weekend. We are now 39. 

We have each been married and divorced, had various sex partners and each our share of great sex before this weekend commenced.

Back when my our real mom and dad got married our maternal great grandparents gave them a condo in old Ocean City Maryland. The condo was still jointly owned and was used by all. On this weekend it was mine and Brad’s. It had 3 bedrooms and we had stayed there together several times before and had even entertained (had sex with) friends or spouses in our own bedroom. On a couple of occasions in the same bedroom.

Brad lived and worked In Dover and I in Wilmington so I picked him up after work. I was dressed in a very short linen dress. I was wearing no bra to contain my firm size B’s. I had removed bra and my panties along about 2:00 PM hoping to draw the attention of a certain co-worker who along with me and one other had not taken the day as a vacation day.  I didn’t think much about my sexy attire until after I had picked up Brad and was part way down 113 carefully avoiding the revenue enhancement activity set up by the Milford Police.

As I relaxed a bit I happened to look down and realized that my left thigh was exposed almost up to my pussy. I suddenly wondered if Brad had noticed and if so what had been his reaction. 

Normally I would not have given that thought but I guess that I was still a bit horny from my afternoon mind set which had been all desire but no action. I looked at Brad’s face and he was staring straight ahead and had a pinched look on his face. I looked at his crotch. He was wearing soft cotton shorts and his erection was very obvious.

Without thinking I said “Did I cause that? If so I am sorry.”

“Well I guess the fact that you are my twin sister didn’t register in the part of my brain that controls erections. Sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry about, but now I have a question.  All of your brain now knows that I am your twin sister but your hard is still there. How come?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you look so damn desirable, sorry, but you do and I am trying hard to get my brain to remember the sister part.”

We were both silent each with our own thoughts for about ten minutes. Meanwhile I could feel my pussy getting very wet and was afraid of it running down and spotting my dress. Meanwhile Brad still had his erection in spite of his obvious attempt to rid his mind of the cause. About then I saw a Mc-Donalds and I pulled in, grabbed my pocketbook which held my panties and headed for the ladies. 

My dress now safe, I picked up some food and went back to the car. Brad meanwhile must have got his problem under control and was out of the car and I assumed in the men’s room.

Brad knew the least cluttered route in so I let him drive. We ate our burgers and fries and drank our drinks as we drove and our small talk carefully avoided the obvious as we found our way to the condo. Since we kept stuff at the unit we had traveled light and were soon in the third floor condo and standing on the balcony watching the late day bathers enjoy the mild wave action.

Brad was still making a lot of small talk but when I sneaked another look at his crotch I could see that he still was not under control. He sported a bulge under his shorts which, while not as large as before but was still quite noticeable. I was looking at him not as my twin but as I often looked at other men. “Actually,” I found myself thinking “he’s pretty sexy. Nice chest, almost 6 feet and flat stomach.” 

I thought about a time when we were 18 and I had asked him what his penis measured. He had to measure and the next day he told me that as best he could measure, it was six and a half inches long and one and a quarter across at the widest place. Now I pictured him measuring his erect penis I felt another twitch in my pussy and a bit more wetness soaking my panties.  

“You have anything on under your shorts?” I asked.

“No. Why.”

“Just wondering, time to get us even then. Hold still.” I put my left hand on Brad’s shoulder to brace myself and removed my panties with my other hand. 

“Reminds me of an old but corny joke but I’ll spare you.”

Now with my 20-20 hind sight I realize that what happened next had built up over a period of years. Now, I suddenly was overwhelmed with desire for Brad. Without any more thought I reached around and took his hardness in my hand. It swelled even more as Brad gripped the railing. I looked around and nobody was paying us the slightest attention. I began to stroke him through his soft cotton shorts. He seemed to get even bigger and harder as I continued stroking. His cock seemed to be alive in my hand, twitching and trembling as I gripped it tight and continued to stroke. 

After just a minute he began to tremble and I felt his cock contract and then pulse in my hand. Then more pulses and then his cum was spurting out from under his shorts and on to the balcony deck. “I’ve got a mess to clean up.” I said softly to Brad “But later, now take me to bed and treat me like a new found love.”

As we hurried toward the bedroom I pulled my dress up over my head and threw it to the floor. Since I had nothing under it I was now naked. Brad paused long enough to get himself naked also.

The master bedroom also faced the ocean. It seem like only an instant till I was on my knees in the king bed, the window was open to the sounds of the ocean and the ceiling fan was blowing over our naked bodies. 

Without any preliminaries Brad his dick still slippery from his cum was deep inside of my cunt and we were fucking as I had never fucked before. Brad was behind me, holding on to my waist and helping me move back and forth against his plunging cock. 

I came as soon as I felt his hard cock slide deep into my cunt.  I came again a few seconds later. I came with an intensity that I had never felt before. It then occurred to me “Oh God, this is my brother!” I guess the forbidden aspect of that thought caused the next orgasm which occurred as I felt his hard cock pull almost out of my cunt and then plunge back deep inside of me again.  I gripped it tight with my pussy and I can still feel each detail of it’s shape as it slid in and out. 

We fucked hard and fast and I had orgasms too numerous to count. Sometimes I think that I came with each stroke. I felt Brad come several times and I was amazed that he didn’t even slow between orgasms. He filled me with so much cum that it seemed to squirt out of my cunt each time Brad pushed his cock deep into me.  

Just as we were winding down, we were startled by the phone. It rang four times before the machine took control and we heard mom say “Sorry I missed you, I hope you guys are having a great time and that you are taking good care of each other.” 

That was too much for us as we broke down laughing and lay back on the bed sloppy from our dripping cum.  Not only was the bed wet but Brad’s cock was covered with cum and cum was still dripping out of me. “Did all this stuff come out of you?” I asked rhetorically “and how about that stuff on the balcony?”

“It’s all your fault.” Brad said “I would have kept my desire to myself, but you had to get all sexy and wanton.” 

“All my fault? How long have you wanted me?” I couldn’t help myself, I had to ask.

“It’s been building for about a year. I think it started that day last summer when we were talking on the phone and were interrupted by the doorbell.  When you came back to the phone you said ‘My new toy just came.’  Then you said ‘Hate to run but I want to try out my new toy.’ When I asked what made it so special you described it’s features to me and I became excited for you. Later you told me how each time that you used it that it made you come many times. I started to develop this picture in my mind of how you might look as orgasm after orgasm over took you. That was the beginning.”

I told Brad that until today I was fine and how today desire simply overwhelmed me. We decided that we were OK with what had happened and that we would have this holiday together and have no regrets later.

All of a sudden I was hungry. Then suddenly we were siblings again. After all we had been siblings for 29 years and sex starved lovers for only a couple of hours. “I’ll do the bed, you clean up your cum from the balcony.” said I “Then let’s hit the boards, your treat.” With that I pulled down the sheet and saw the cum stain on the mattress cover and I started laughing. Brad came over to see what I was laughing at and all I could do was to point at it. He was instantly roaring with laughter as we both recalled our first experience seeing such a stain. We had just become teenagers and were doing our chores. We were making a bed used the night before by our mother and my step father. We discussed it for days before one of our more experienced friends explained it to us.

We showered together and washed each other but stayed chaste. Then we walked the boardwalk until we could agree on a place to eat which turned out to be a hot dog stand. Standing at the railing a few minutes later with a fat oversized hot dog sticking out the end of the bun, my sex persona popped out. As Brad watched I tongued the hot dog and then pushed it in and out of my mouth. “Next time,” I said “I plan to keep the sheets clean. Catch my drift?” Then I pushed the wiener in and out of my mouth again and winked.

It took a few seconds for the significance of my words to penetrate. Suddenly I could see the bulb light and a deep red flush covered Brad’s face and neck. He was flabbergasted at the idea. I couldn’t understand why, Brad knew that since my ex had first introduced me to oral that I considered oral sex the usual opening round. The fact that Brad and I had fucked first was almost unheard of with me. I usually had a tight cunt and I liked to have it very wet before I let in a toy or a hard cock.  When I did reach that point I usually was ready to explode as soon as I was penetrated. 

Suddenly I was sopping wet. Again I wasn’t wearing panties and pussy drippings were starting to flow down my leg. I could see that Brad was excited too. “Let’s get going,” he said “we can finish on the way.” We were almost running as we approached the condo just two blocks north.

I led the way toward the bedroom Brad was walking behind me and lifting my dress up over my bare body and over my head as we went. By the time I reached the bed I was naked except for my shoes. As Brad undressed himself, I sat on the edge of the bed and lay back on my elbows with my knees apart and my rump hanging half over the edge of the bed. Brad was looking at my pussy which was twitching and trembling along with the rest of my body. Actually I was ready to be fucked again, I was that hot but Brad apparently remembering normal routine knelt in front of me. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and buried his face in my pussy as I held his head tight between my thighs. 

He spread my pussy with his mouth as he burrowed in until I was wide open to his busy tongue. He licked up and down, stopping at each end of his travels. First he would tongue fuck my cunt and then he would lick his way up and then pause at the top to lick and suck my clit. After only three or four trips up and back I was, without warning, in the midst of an orgasm. It swept over me like a summer storm sometimes quiet and sometimes intense. I quivered and shook and humped Brads mouth as I squeezed his head tight between my thighs. My hands were clasped behind his head holding him tight against me. No way was he going to escape until my orgasms had subsided. 

That took awhile. Brad didn’t stop licking and I didn’t stop coming for quite some time. After a while I could feel Brad’s ministrations increase their intensity. I knew that he was about to come. Sure enough I could tell he was groping around for something to receive his cum. Then I could feel his tongue quit for a minute I knew that he had come. 

Our actions slowed and then ceased. Brad rearranged me on the bed with my help and then crawled in beside me. We gradually relaxed and I started to get sleepy. As sometimes happens to me when I am in that in between state I have an insight. Suddenly it hit me and I found myself saying “You know, I think that I have wanted you since that time we did that masturbation stuff over the phone. You remember that?”

“You bet I do. I never told you, but I masturbated a lot for a while thinking about you doing yourself. I was embarrassed and thought that you might get pissed if I told you.”

“When did I ever get pissed at something you told me? Never. I guess we did keep some secrets between us then. You were so ‘matter of fact’ about it all, I thought that you had no desire to do it again. 

I did the same thing. Once in a while I still do, I’ve always wanted to watch you do it. By the way, what did you find for your cum?”

Brad came back with “Yeah, like I said, me too. Cum? my shorts, they’re a mess. All your fault, you can wash them.”

Suddenly we were siblings again “My fault hell, your cum, your shorts, you wash ‘em.”

We fell asleep and it was about two in the AM when I awoke and needed to pee. After I did that I decided to shower and without having ever turned on the light I proceed to do just that. I was just starting to get erotic thoughts in my head and my fingers had just found my pussy when I heard a light knock at the bathroom door. “May I come in?” I heard Brad say.

“Sure door’s unlocked, want to join me?”

“Best offer I’ve had lately.” was Brad’s reply.

“I’m insulted.”

“In the last hour.” was Brads quick comeback.

“OK then, climb aboard. No that is coming later, what I mean is come on in, waters fine.”

“After I pee.” A minute later having finished that he stepped in behind me as I was rinsing my hair and had my face turned up into the spray. He pressed close behind me and reached his arms around me and took a breast in each of his hand.

“Nice, I’ve always thought that you had nice tits. I punched out a guy once for saying that ‘her tits were hand made and were shaped to fit his hands’. He was nice and polite after that.”

“Who was that?”

“Not important. But they sure do feel just right, bet they taste great too.”

I reached back between us and took his hardening cock into my hand and began stroking it. “How about we get back in bed and you can kiss my boobs while I jerk you off and watch you cum. I did tell you that I had always wanted to watch you cum, didn’t I?”

In just a moment we had the water off and we were in the bed, still dripping wet. It took a little ingenuity and a slight change in plan, but after another moment or two my boobs were hanging over Brad’s waiting mouth as I supported myself with my arms and Brad’s fist was around his cock and he stroked himself toward orgasm as I watched.

As Brad began sucking my breasts and pulling my nipples way into his mouth with his suction and licking their hard erection with his tongue. Then I felt his other hand slide up between my legs. 

He quickly had fingers in my cunt and his thumb was working on my clit. The toy called Beaver which had caused so many O’s had never felt this good. I was still kneeling across him wondering how else I might support myself so that I could use my hand (s) to better advantage when I saw a bit of clear fluid escape his penis opening. 

“Oh Oh, he’s going to come.” I thought to myself “I hope it really spurts out, I want to see it come.”

No sooner thought than done. That quick the cum was spurting out and the first couple of spurts landed on my side and my boob. Then after that one spurt even managed hit the nipple that Brad was busy licking. 

As the pulsing came to a stop I twisted myself around and pulled Brad over on his side. I twisted and contorted until I had his head between my thighs and his cock in my mouth. 

It was classic sixty nine. My head bobbing as my mouth and tongue stroked in and out licking and sucking his penis trying to get it to fill my mouth with cum. I wanted to taste his cum. I was so busy trying to make him come in my mouth that I was not aware of my impending orgasm until it was almost upon me. 

“I’m coming!” I told myself in amazement. Then I was. The orgasm had taken me be surprise but it was the best surprise that I ever had. A few minutes later I had another and then just as Brad erupted and his cum filled my mouth I had a third.

What a holiday weekend. We fucked in every position that we could dream up. We licked and sucked each other in between times. We did swim once and did have a good dinner at Philip’s Ocean 

It’s been just over two months now. There has not been a repeat performance. We now talk almost every day again, something we had gotten away from. Sometimes we talk well into the wee hours. As yet no firm decision as to our future. But I do think that somehow, somewhere we will be together always. After all the sex is so, so good and we do love each other totally and we get along well. What else is there?



Barb and Her Sister Lois



Before there was a Masturbation Club for Barb to enjoy she had another experience which she kept largely to herself at least up until now. I being the confidant of both my sisters have heard the story from both sides. With their permission I will do my best to detail it accurately here.

Barb and Lois are my sisters. At the time of this incident both were married and had three children between them. They lived several miles apart. Now over their sibling rivalry the sisters had become good friends over the last three or four years. 

They were 25 and 23 and college graduates. They both worked for the same company which closed Wednesday. They usually 'did the mall' together that day.

Lois had come to look forward to these outings and to the light atmosphere created by the lunch crowd at the food court. Even though she was happily married to Don, there were always a lot of nice looking men there. She and Barb enjoyed more than their share of attention, both male and female.

Without having discussed it they had both started to wear sexier outfits. That some of these attentions were by females was not lost on either of my sisters and a certain amount of back and forth teasing had taken place.

These attentions and the teasing had stirred Lois's thoughts as she began to speculate what a woman to woman encounter might be like. Because of the tone of some of Barb's remarks some of that speculation included Barb.

As Lois began to pick out what she would wear to the mall she again wondered about Barb. Could she possibly be bi? She had wondered about this over the last month or so. 

Lois sometimes felt that maybe Barb's sometime teasing remarks might be a way of coming on to her. Lois had become almost positive that Barb, like herself had some interest in exploring the bi scene. 

Barb certainly seemed to have thrown out some hints. But each time Lois had done or said something to signal her interest Barb didn't seem to follow up.

She opened her lingerie drawer and picked out a pair of filmy red panties. She put them on the bed thinking to herself. 

"If she does see me in these it might well cause things to come to a head?"

"Then what?" Lois asked herself. 

"If it does, will I have the guts to carry through with it or will I chicken out?" 

She went about the room looking at this and that trying to complete her selection. She wanted to be sexy to Barb but she didn't want to be blatant about it.

Just then the doorbell sounded. She had not dressed yet so she threw on a short summer robe which she considered sexy and went to the door. As expected found Barb waiting there.

Barb had the ideal athletic girl figure topped by very nicely shaped boobs. They were big enough to attract attention and firm enough to stand high without needing a bra. Her erect nipples and their darker aureoles were visible to Lois through the thin material of the linen blouse she wore.

Barb's outfit was enough to stir Lois's juices. She doubted also that Barb was wearing panties. That was a hunch based on past history. Lois considered Barb's choice of clothes to bode well for things to come.

"Wow. Love your outfit. Is it new and do you intend to go out in daylight wearing it?"

"No but I like how it feels on me and I feel like I look sexy in it and I wanted to show it off to you."

"That you do, but then you'd look sexy in a potato sack. Meanwhile I'd bet that you're totally naked under that outfit."

"You'd win that bet." said Barb flushing slightly. "I hoped that you'd like to stay home today?"

"You're naked under the dress because you thought that I might want to stay home today?"

"Yes."

"May I ask what brought that on sister dear?"

"Well I'm feeling a bit horny and you're so sexy. Even if you are my sister I hoped that maybe today you might also be a bit horny. I took a chance and brought the makings of a Stinger."

Lois didn't know quite what to say so what came out was 

"A Stinger just might do it." She paused a moment before she added. "I understand. You think that you have to get me drunk in order to have your way with me."

This uneasy repartee was stirring to both but was also relaxing their anxieties.

"If it's going to be that kind of afternoon, let me model my new undies. You can make the drinks." 

Without waiting for a reply she headed for her bedroom. She returned only a moment later dressed only in her previously selected red panties and an equally wispy red bra. Neither bra or panties did anything to hide her excitement. Her erect nipples and dampening crotch were both obvious.

"I love it." Said Barb as Lois walked into the bar area where Barb was pouring the drinks. "Now we can both get a bit high and have a good excuse for whatever we do after that."

Lois returned to the living room. By the time Barb returned with the drinks Lois had closed the blinds, found and lit some candles and turned on some romantic music. They sat and nervously made small talk each sneaking glances at the other's scantily clad and arousing body as they sipped their first drink. With out comment they had another drink.

They gradually stopped talking and sat listening to the music. We have not danced together since we were teens teaching each other. Care to join me?" asked Barb.

"Yes." said Lois. "Great idea." 

She stood and held out her hand to Barb who stood and moved in close . Barb placed her hands on Lois's bare waist as Lois locked her hands behind Barb's neck and they began to sway their bodies gently and move slowly in time with the music.

Soon they were cheek to cheek and both their thighs somehow had found their way between the other's thighs as they moved slowly around the room. Each was gradually becoming breathless with desire as their bodies made contact again and again.

Gradually their movement around the floor slowed as their bodies and their parted lips moved closer and closer. Finally they stopped moving. Their bodies were in gentle but total contact, their nipples burning holes into the other's breasts.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Said Barb.

"You are so right. We are both female. We are sisters. It would be a double sin." They paused.

"Yes. You are right." Said Barb. For a moment they were silent as they gazed into the eyes of the other.

The kiss began so soft, so gentle. After a moment it became full lips with gentle tongues intermingling. The kiss combined with their closeness was arousing a passion different from any either had experienced before.

As the kiss continued their passions rose even higher. Then came the desire in each to be naked for the other. Barb made the first move. Lois felt her fingers at her bra clasp. She hunched her back to help. Then as the clasp came undone and the bra fell to the floor she stepped back and pulled down her own panties.

Barb seeing that kicked off her shoes and turned for her sister for an unzip. They had done this a hundred times before but never under these circumstances. When all their clothes on the floor both were now standing in front of each other stark naked.

There followed a moment of mutual admiration and excitement as they studied each other. They had seen each other's naked bodies before, but this time was different. This time the other's body was there to be studied and enjoyed.

Lois looked at and admired Barb's naked body. Barb looked at Lois and with a mischievous look on her face said 

"OK you, let me enjoy all of you.

"Your body is even more beautiful when you're aroused."

Lois stood proudly as Barb stared longingly at her beautiful hard breasts standing proudly with no sag. Her long nipples were erect in their excitement. Lois meanwhile took in Barb's slightly smaller but nicely shaped breasts and then let her eyes drop to her neatly trimmed pussy.

"I like that you are a natural Red Head, your puss is so beautiful."

"Barb stepped forward and again stood nipple to nipple with Lois. It was amazing their nipples were in firm contact but otherwise they were not touching. Barb cocked her head then bent forward and then again kissed.

Lois didn't move, simply enjoying the moment. Then her lips parted. Her tongue snaked out and darted between Barb's open lips. She held it still until she felt Barb's tongue touch hers. Then she opened her mouth and took Barb's lips between her own and licked them thoroughly as Barb responded.

Barb took Lois's hands in hers. They continued to kiss but otherwise they were not touching except for their nipples.

Even so Lois felt Barb's body begin to tremble, then her own body began to tremble too with the delicious anticipation of what they were about to do. They allowed the excitement to grow as they continued the kiss.

Now as Lois began to feel her pussy overflow and spill down her thigh she became brazen. 

She said. "I think it's time to we should go upstairs, lay down on my bed and discuss the problem of my wet pussy."

"Great idea."

"First how about we find our drinks."

Moments later they were both kneeling on Lois's bed, facing each other and sipping the remains of their drinks. Barb put her almost empty drink on the bedside table then laid down with her head toward the foot of the bed. "OK." she said to Lois "I await your services."

Lois didn't hesitate but bent over to lick Barb's breast. She wasted little time in finding her way to Barb's erect nipple. She took it into her mouth and began to suck it gently as it became rock hard. 

Then she opened her mouth and parted her lips so as to suck much more of Barb's breast into it. She was rewarded by feeling the excitement course through Barb's body. It was as if there was a direct connection between Barb's nipple and her other erogenous zones.

She sensed movement from Barb and soon felt Barb's left hand move down to seek and then find her own pussy. Her sister then began to masturbate. As that began Lois felt Barb's other hand slide up her thigh. Her sister's fingers quickly found Lois's pussy and she felt the penetration of several fingers into the slippery tunnel they found there.

Lois continued to devour Barb's beautiful nipples and the breast that she had sucked into her mouth. She also felt her body responding to Barb's fingers deep inside of her as her pelvis began moving against them in a gyrating motion.

As Barb's fingers slid in and out of her cunt Lois could feel Barb's body responding to her oral ministrations at her breasts. Barb began to show signs of approaching orgasm. 

Before Barb came however her own body began it's own orgasm. The orgasm that ripped through her body was violent and among the most intense that she had ever experienced.

It had started in her cunt, then spread to her pelvic area. Without conscious thought her hips began to gyrate wildly on Barb's fingers. Her whole body became involved, heaving and trembling and convulsing and doing things that she had not felt from it before. 

"Let it never stop." was her silent prayer to whatever god controlled such things.

As her orgasm subsided Lois collapsed sideways on the bed. Barb her fingers still inside of Lois followed suit. Now they were each on their side facing almost head to pussy. It was the classic sixty nine position viewed from above.

Barb removed her fingers from Lois and after briefly tasting them slid her hand under Lois's waist. Lois allowed herself to be pulled into a position that allowed Barb's head to rest between her parted thighs.

Lois followed Barb's lead and slid her hand under Barb's waist and with her other hand on top of her waist she pulled Barb to her. Barb's thighs were now parted and each girl was on her side with her head between the other's thighs. Each mouth was now within tongue range of the other's pussy.

Barb pursed her lips and began to blow, directing a stream of air between the lips of Lois's pussy. Lois's reaction to that thrill was to part Barb's pussy with her fingers insert her tongue between them and begin to move her tongue over every each and every bit of it.

As her tongue came to Barb's clit Lois paused there and give it some extra attention. She had never done this before but having often been on the receiving end the action came naturally to her.

Barb meanwhile started doing much the same thing to Lois who paused and pulled back and said "I was sure that this would be great but,...WOW."

Then without awaiting a reply she again attacked Barb's cunt with her mouth and tongue. This time she spread Barb's pussy lips apart with her fingers then planted her own mouth between them and sucked her juicy cunt against her lips the clit into her mouth.

She first stuck her tongue as far into the opening as she could and licked outward. As her tongue would return to her own mouth she would savor the taste and then repeat the action.

After Lois did that a few times she felt Barb follow suit. She spread Lois's pussy and begin to tongue her in the same manner. Lois was immediately overwhelmed by the eroticism of it all and her whole pelvic area began to tremble again.

Then they entered a period where it seemed that they were using the same brain. As one thought of doing something a bit different the other's tongue began to do just that.

Then Lois became totally overwhelmed and her pussy began slamming up against Barb's mouth as Barb's tongue licked and tongue fucked her as she had never been tongue fucked before.

After orgasms too numerous to count had wracked pleasurably through bout their bodies they fell back pleasurably exhausted.

After their bodies had come back down to earth Barb let her go and reversed herself and lay down beside Lois and took her in her arms.

They kissed and Lois sucked the flavor of themselves from the other's mouth and tongue; After a few minutes then stopped and pulled away. 

"You've done that before, haven't you?" Asked Lois.

"Not for a long time it was way back in that summer camp. But it's like what they say about riding a bike. You never forget how. I knew that you would like it if I could ever get you started."

"You know what my favorite fantasy has been?"

"No, tell me."

"I've always wanted to fuck you with my dildo as I licked your clit and made you come again and again."

"Be my guest." With that encouragement Lois got up and went to the dresser drawer and came back with her dildo.

"Meet BIG RED. He's told me often how he want's to fuck you. Red, say hello to Barb."

Barb looked at the dildo and was excited by what she saw, imagining how it would feel sliding in and out of her raging hot pussy. 

"Hi Big Red, come here and let me taste you. By the way Red, where did you come from? Lois, you've been keeping secrets from me, you naughty girl."

Lois held it to Barb's lips and she put her hand over Lois's and pushed it into her mouth. Her sister began to lick and suck on it as if it were the real thing. Meanwhile Lois told her sister.

"Aunt Leah gave it to me. Uncle Jim had found it in a shop in Singapore long ago and bought it for her. She said that because I reminded her of herself and wanted me to have it, bless her soul."

Barb got it thoroughly wet with her saliva and the said to Lois. 

"Quick, shove him into me and fuck me with him hard and fast." 

Lois quickly stuck the head of the dildo between Barb's vulva, Being inexperienced with putting it into someone else she had to probe for a second looking for Barb's cunt opening.

Barb who had waited for it impatiently was ready when it finally was inside of her. She thrust her pelvis hard against Lois's hand which quickly pushed it deep inside of her. It was stopped only by Lois's hand around it's base. 

"Lois please, do what you said, lick my clit and fuck me with Big Red, now please."

Lois began fucking Barb's cunt with the dildo and then bent to lick Barb's clit as she did. Barb thought that she had never felt anything so incredibly good and exciting. 

She was no stranger to either being fucked or to being licked but being fucked and licked at the same time by someone like Lois was almost more than she could take.

Almost instantly Barb's pelvis was quaking and her body was trembling and the most incredible sensations were rolling through her body. She sometimes would count her orgasms but there was no separation between these. 

It became just one continuous orgasm which had her feeling as if she were flying tree high over mountain ranges. Some were higher than others but they just continued on seemingly forever.

She meanwhile had her fingers in Lois's cunt. She was too distracted to be finger fucking her but was instead holding her fingers, hand and arm stiff to the elbow which rested on the bed. Lois began humping Barb's fingers as she ministered to Barb with her tongue and her dildo.

Barb was aware of Lois's actions and aware of Lois's matching orgasm. Lois's did not have the intensity of Barb's but it rolled through her in a similar manner.

Minutes later, both spent and after a passionate kiss Lois said.

"Going to be an interesting sex life from here out."



Barb and the Djinn



Djinn: A beneficial or malevolent spirit, which has supernatural powers and can assume different forms.

Vi had officially declared it Quest day. She and Barb would think of an item with an esoteric use, and drive around the city to find it. Past quests included, Middle Eastern prayer rugs, raw honey, virgin beeswax, henna, and the one that started it all, midnight Twinkies and hostess fruit pies. Today it was luck oil for Vi's incredible bad run of luck, her car, her fridge, and her shoes had all given out in the past week, she needed some serious help so off the occult supply shop they went.

"Hey look Barb, a cursed object section. Reminds me of your love life."

"Ha, ha. Can we just get the damned stuff and leave? I want to stop at that coffee shop for a frapaccino." 

"It is not 'damned' stuff. It is luck stuff, and you should be glad we made it here at all with the way my car has been acting. Here, be good and I'll get you a present to improve your love life, even if it doesn't work, it will still entertain you for a few hours." 

With that Vi spoke quietly to the creepy looking person behind the counter. He shot Barb a startled look, and began to shake his head. Vi leaned in closer and whatever she said had an electrifying effect. He shot up as if he had received a sharp jolt, and immediately went to the back room. In his hand he held a small box. She examined it, nodded and paid for both it and the luck oil.

"That's it, we are out of here." She gave Barb and grin and waved the package back and forth.

"What did you get me?" Barb jumped up and down like a buxom redheaded puppy.

"You can open it when you get home, not before. Whatever you do with it, I don't want to know. Now let's get some chai."

As soon as she was dropped off, Barb ran into her apartment. She sat in the living room and tore open the package. Inside was a small jade statue, about 6 inches high, and for the life of her she couldn't figure out what the heck it was.

It wasn't a man, and it wasn't a dildo, and she couldn't figure out what she was supposed to do with it. 

"Maybe, it's one of those lucky Buddha type statues." She mused aloud. Reaching into the box, she wrapped her hand around the object and began to pull it free of the bubble wrap lining the bottom of the box.

She had it at eye level, and was about to turn to put it on a shelf when it slipped through her hand and fell to the floor landing in 5 pieces.

"Oh, man. Vi is going to kill me." She moaned, and bent to clean up the chunks of jade on the floor. " Wait a minute, she said that I could do anything that I wanted to it and she didn't want to know. Hah! serves her right."

With fear of retribution or at least endless teasing, she continued her clean up effort. As she picked up the final piece and fine mist exploded from it and she fell back coughing, landing on her tush on the carpet.

"A woman at my feet, what a way to wake up." A booming voice announced. 

Through the swirling mist a body began to take shape. And what a body it was. A dark haired stranger stood there, six feet tall, broad shoulders, great biceps, an amazing chest, and magnificent thighs. It was at the point that Barb took notice of his thighs that she clued into the unavoidable fact that the strange (and hunky) guy standing in her living room was stark naked.

"I am going to kill her." That statement was made in a breathless whisper, as she mused on the setup that her friend of seventeen years had executed.

"Kill whom? Ah well it really doesn't matter. Now to business, down on you knees and suck me." His bass voice rolled over her, and then she realized what he had said.

"What? No way! What are you anyway?"

"Oh very well, I thought that for once I would get to skip the explanation, but here goes. I am a Djinn..."

"You mean like, three wishes and that kind of stuff?"

"...No. To continue, I have lived over three thousand years, and am periodically imprisoned by humans, but I always manage to escape. This last time, I was imprisoned by a mage who was interested only in sex toys, and who had mistaken me for a lesser spirit, unfortunately his binding magic was powerful, and here I am."

"But, don't you have to do what I say?" She began to get a bad feeling about this, and was wondering about the return policy at the occult shop when he swooped forward and pressed his body against hers.

"No, the binding spells may have held me in the jade, but once out, I am my own Djinn, and I have to tell you that three hundred years without a woman has left me a little edgy. Now do as I say and I won't have to hurt you or turn you into a prayer rug."

Her sensory starved body was beginning to come alive next to his, and his body was definitely beginning to show an interest in hers. Her fear at being this close to a complete stranger that had transformed in her living room out of mist suddenly seemed unimportant. As she began to stifle her rational impulses, the hunger for a man began to take over.

"What do you want me to do?" She was a little taken aback at her own breathy voice, even her ex had never gotten her this hot just by holding her against him.

He looked around her modest apartment with disdain. "First I think, we will remove to somewhere a little more civilized."

"Hey! Is that a shot at my decorating style..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at her surroundings. 

In the blink of an eye he had transported them to a luxurious palace, overlooking the ocean. White columns of marble rose from the floor to spread like the branches of an ivory tree to weave together to form the ceiling. Open floor-to-ceiling windows faced balconies larger than her apartment. Everywhere in the pristine room there were pillows and cushions large enough to double for king-sized beds in sumptuous silks and rich velvets.

"Who lives here?" She whispered. Although she couldn't see anyone in the vicinity, she felt sure that a palace guard was going to burst into the room and drag her out at any moment.

"I do, when not otherwise occupied. This is my home. It exists outside of your time and space and usually I only leave it to purloin female companionship. The beauty and solitude can get to you, if you don't break the silence every now and again with some groaning and screaming." As he finished his sentence he had move up behind her and before she knew it, he had both hands clamped onto her ample breasts, teasing and pinching at her nipples.

"What manner of undergarments do you wear? They are most inconvenient." With a small flick of his fingers, her clothing disappeared entirely leaving her pale skin exposed to the warm salty ocean breezes, and his hands.

"A true redhead, who would have thought? Even on my last journey to your world the color was much sought after, and your eyes like a stormy sea, why don't you have a man?" His voice held genuine curiosity as one hand delved into the curls below her belly, and the other continued its exploration and stimulation of her breasts. First teasing one ample mound, and then the other.

"My man, as you call him, was a spineless worm who left me for a woman with a house and a car in a fashionable neighborhood. I have decided to find my own strengths so that I won't be dependent on any man for my happiness. I just started looking for a new man last month, but I will only take him on my terms." 

This last was said between gasping moans as his hands began to increase their efforts to render her senseless. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder, and he used the opportunity to take her mouth in a savage possession.

"Good enough. I just didn't want to worry about a jealous wizard chaining me in a lava pit for despoiling you."

"Oh, is that what you were planning to do? Can't wait." Her breath was rushing in and out of her lungs now, matching the tempo of his hand between her thighs.

"Then you shall not wait, my pet." And with a savage move he flung her onto the nearest cushion, flipped her onto her stomach and entered her wet heat.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Would be the only thing to make it past her constricted throat as the pleasure of his entry drove out all thought. Her mind drifted in a haze as he drove into her seeking his own release. She did however realize that after three hundred years, it might not take that long, she wasn't bothered at all by this however as her own body seized on his and she let out another low moan when her release overtook her.

When her body imprisoned his, he waited until the spasms eased and then drove into her with speed and fury, seeking his own paradise. Feeling the tightness in his groin reach a pivotal level he buried himself within her with short staccato pulses and release his seed within her depths, enjoying the aftershocks that caused her walls to caress him in a lazy manner.

Exhausted from his first release, he let his head drop onto her sweat-soaked back, and grunted a little as the change in position moved his drained member deeper into her, causing another clasp of her walls onto him.

He rolled off of Barb, and lay beside her with one hand behind his head and the other patting her sweaty flank absently. Coming to a sudden decision, he levered himself upward and flipped her onto her back. 

"Since you have no man currently, and I have been stuck in a statue for the last three hundred years, why don't we spend some time together. I promise that when you leave, it will be the same day in your home that you left, no matter how much time passes here. Is it a deal?"

Barb looked at the handsome Djinn with eyes glazed from lust, satiation, and fatigue, her only thought was that he was talking way to much. "Deal."

He began to smile. A slow smile that filled his eyes with promise and gave her a start of fear, her mind screaming at her 'What the hell have you gotten me into?' She returned it with a timid smile of her own that quickly changed to surprise as he swooped down and claimed her mouth once more.

To be continued...?



Barb Becomes a Sex Toy



This story is mostly true. I jazzed it up a little. Let me know if it is any good and I'll write more adventures. It is my first attempt at writing so be kind but constructive criticism is welcome. 

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Barb was 44 when she managed to get the job as a Secretary in a small Electrical Construction Company. At 5'10 with her short blond hair she was quite sexy looking now that she had lost quite a bit of the weight from her younger days and from having 3 children. She had worked hard to get her weight down and transform her body to it's now lithe figure. She felt much better about herself and wanted to get out into the world a bit more. 

She didn't really need to work, her husband was part owner of an Auto Parts Store and had provided a comfortable life for their family. She had an average sex life with her husband, but as she lost weight he gained. This seemed to affect his drive and she tried hard, but he no longer was able to satisfy her. 

She didn't plan it, but a young college student her husband hired to fix their computer had caught her at a weak moment and talked her into trying sex with him. He was young and enthusiastic, but not extremely experienced and she wondered how she had let it had happen. It didn't last long and she came away from her few trysts with him needing more, even though she wasn't even sure what she needed.

The Owner of the company where she now worked was away a lot on jobs and doing bids while she ran the office. At times it did get a bit slow leaving her alone and bored. There were 3 full time workers who she saw in the mornings and then they were gone off to their assignments. There was one part time worker who she did not even meet until several weeks after she started. 

His name was Carl and he was stocky, with a full beard and bushy hair. At 5'9" he was an inch shorter than her. She normally was attracted to men taller then her, but his strong yet carefree demeanor charmed her. His handshake when they first met was very powerful, but when he pulled it away a gentle caress of her palm left her tingling a little. 

The part timer was in and out more than the others. Doing smaller jobs and working in the shop below the offices. He made her laugh a lot and quite often made flirting suggestions which she laughed off. The banter and heavy innuendo continued for several months leaving her wondering if he was really just joking. He was married to a very beautiful wife and surely wasn't that interested in her.

One day he showed up in the morning only none of the other crew needed him that day. The boss was on his way out when he told Carl he could go home or stay and hope a call came in. He sat in front of her desk and began chatting with her. 

It was a slow day. She had her work done and the phone was quiet. As usual he flirted as he chatted. He began asking her personal questions. Questions about her sex life. Things she did with her husband. If she ever thought about cheating. Normally she would never would have answered such questions but, for some reason, it was turning her on. She just kept answering his questions even though she knew they were quite inappropriate. He even got her to admit that she enjoyed oral sex giving and receiving. It was almost overwhelming her. She knew she shouldn't keep answering his questions but she couldn't stop herself. He got her to tell him she swallowed when giving oral sex. Why am I telling him this, she wondered to herself. 

To settle down she jumped up and said "can you watch the phone a minute while I go to the bathroom". He agreed and Barb went in and tried to calm her nerves. She dabbed her face with a wet towel and realized how wet her panties were. Thank goodness I got up when I did. Who knows what might have happened, she thought. 

When she returned he was sitting in her chair. "Come sit down," he told her.

"Are you going to get up?" She asked.

He didn't answer but just grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. His lips were on hers. His arm around her holding her as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her mind told her to resist, but her body was responding to him. His kisses were powerful. He'd break his assault on her lips to kiss her face and lick, kiss and bite her neck gently. She almost couldn't believe how much he was turning her on. She could not remember any time her body had responded like this.

His hand roamed over her breasts and he kept her so distracted with his forceful kisses and nibbling on her neck that she didn't notice her blouse was unbuttoned until she felt his hand reaching into her bra. His other hand deftly unsnapped it in back and he pulled it up to her neck and opened her blouse baring her tits for himself. 

His mouth was on them immediately and as licked and nibbled on her tits she was amazed at how quickly it all happened. In less than a minute he'd gotten her so hot she couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted. She let out a yelp when suddenly he bit hard on her nipple then gasped as the shocks of mixed pain/pleasure ran through her body. She loved it. He was hitting everything her that made her hot. He soon had her moaning as he continued to bite on both her nipples and his hand was rubbing between her legs right where her clit was. 

Suddenly, the phone rang snapping her out her sexual haze. She jumped from his lap and answered it with her blouse still open and breasts exposed. Oh God, she thought as she realized it was her husband on the phone. She felt so guilty as he chatted about a few things with her. 

She turned to face Carl and held her fingers to her lips. He grinned and reached for the button on her slacks. She tried to push him away but with only one hand free he just pushed her hand away and unsnapped and unzipped her pants. He pulled them down to her ankles taking the panties along too, leaving her pussy right in front of his eyes. He dropped to his knees and his face dipped down and she felt his tongue licking her pussy lips. 

Barb tried desperately to concentrate on talking to her husband but Carl's tongue was dancing over her clit. She never thought she could get this aroused and her pussy was starting to drip juices. Carl alternated between licking up those juices and flicking his tongue quickly over her now engorged clit.

"I have another call," Barb lied to her husband so she could get off the phone. As soon as she hung up Carl pushed her back to her desk and laid her back on it and plunged his tongue into her pussy. Barb was lost in the sensation. This man had taken control of her body. She stifled her scream of pleasure as her climax peaked and she exploded in orgasm. Her hips bucking against Carl's face. 

I've never had an orgasm so quickly before, she thought, as Carl's tongue gently lapped at her pussy again bringing her down slowly. 

But, to her surprise Carl didn't stop. His tongue began slowly licking her clit and as he sensed her excitement rising he started nibbling. She felt her pussy starting to flow once more. He sucked her clit into his mouth and bit it gently bringing little yelps of pleasure from her. He held her clit between his teeth and flicked his tongue back and forth over the tiny bud. How does he know everything I love, she thought to herself as his talented tongue once again brought her to another orgasm. Her moans filling the room. 

Barb was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm still amazed at how quickly he had seduced her. But, Carl was far from done with her. He pulled her up from her desk and kissed her once again. Letting her taste her own juices on his lips and tongue. He sat her back in her chair and leaned back against her desk. She watched as he unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. His cock appeared before her eyes. It was not huge but bigger than her husband and hard as a rock. 

She was almost mesmerized by the cock bobbing right in front of her face and hardly noticed his hand in her hair, pulling her forward till the tool brushed her lips. She didn't know why she resisted slightly, but he had none of that and pulled her by the hair again till his cock was sliding between her lips. Her husbands cock didn't always get fully hard, but this cock was like steel as it bumped the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue over it as he let go of her hair and ordered her to suck. 

Barb shivered at his order. No one had ever done that. As she slid her lips up and down his tool she realized she had almost forgotten how much she loved sucking a mans cock. Loving the way the hard rod felt in her mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling as she did. His cock was throbbing in her mouth and she could taste his pre-cum. The rod was swelling even larger and just when she thought he was going cum in her mouth his hand was in her hair again and pulled her off his cock. 

Still using her hair he pulled her up from her chair and bent her over her desk. He was not being gentle now and held her face to the desk as he lined his cock up to her pussy. He rubbed it briefly over her lips wetting the tip more with her juices and then rammed in deep. He pussy was so wet from her orgasms and his total control over her that he slid in balls deep with one powerful shove. He held his cock there, grinding it in her. Both hands now on her hips pulling her to him. She felt his balls brushing her pussy lips as he ground into her. 

This man was not making love to her. He began fucking her. Flesh meeting flesh, his balls slapping her pussy lips. Hard powerful strokes in her then pulling out slowly and ramming back in again. He gradually sped up his thrusts and Barb was again climbing to orgasm in record time. 

Carl was fucking her like she had never been fucked before. Just when she was about to explode he suddenly stopped. The head of his cock just inside her. she squirmed back trying to get it back in and he just laughed. His hand was back in her hair again, pulling her up to him.

He spoke for the first time since he pulled her into his lap. His cock still just in the entrance to her hot pussy. Teasing her. He hissed into her ear " do you want that cock"? 

"Yes, please. Please give it to me," Barb begged. 

He laughed again. "Not until you promise to be my sex slave." " You will be mine whenever I want," he hissed in her ear again. 

" Yes, please, anything you want just please give me your cock" Barb begged again. She couldn't help herself. This man had her in his spell. 

He shoved her back down on the desk and resumed his assault on her pussy. He kept talking as he rammed his cock into her. "You'll suck my cock and swallow my cum whenever I want" 

"Yes whenever you want," she promised as her orgasm washed over her. 

She laid limply across the desk now, but Carl still kept pounding her now tender pussy and very soon she felt another orgasm rising. Just as it hit she heard him roar and she felt his cock explode inside her. He held her tight as his cock pumped it's load deep inside her pussy. His cock kept jerking and shooting. Filling her with more cum then she had ever felt in her life. 

Barb laid limply on her desk as Carl pulled out her now flooded pussy. He walked around in front of her, pulled her head up by her hair once more and rubbed his cock over her lips before sliding it in her mouth. "Clean that cock good fuck toy!" Barb shivered at his crude order, but using her lips and tongue she cleaned both their juices off his cock. 

When he was satisfied he pulled out and left her laying on her desk. His cum dripping from her pussy and the taste of it still in her mouth. Her panties and slacks around her ankles. Her bra around her neck and blouse open. Nipples red and swollen from his biting. She was amazed at what had just happened. In 20 minutes he had made her orgasm more times then she had in the last year. 

He helped her up and kissed her deeply. "We are going to have a lot of fun from now on." "You are my Sex Toy." "I'm going to use your body any way I please and you are going to love every second." 

"But, what about my husband," she asked. 

He laughed and said " he is not invited." 

She had managed to pull her panties and pants up but her blouse and bra were still open. He reached in and took both her nipples in his fingers and squeezed. She moaned as he told her, "you are mine now" and then kissed her forcefully again.

She loved the way her kissed her and couldn't believe her body was responding to him again after he had just worn her out. Then he said " see you tomorrow" and left.