0 comments/ 41242 views/ 14 favorites Behind Me By: DirtyJJ "Hi Jessie. I like that little skirt you have on today. What's underneath, dirty girl?" I turned around in my chair and looked up at Eddie who was standing over me at my desk. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he often did when he came by my desk to make a suggestive comment. I took a breath and sighed as I smelled the delicious scent of this man who could make me hot at the drop of a hat, but who was off limits to me. "Well, there is nothing under this skirt Eddie. Easy access, just like you like it," I whispered, smiling while I opened my knees ever so slightly. I looked up at his face and saw surprise-- and skepticism. "Sure Jessie. Prove it to me at lunch." With that, Eddie walked away, and I felt the familiar heat between my legs whenever I was near him. We would often tease each other like that just for fun, knowing we really couldn't act on anything. Eddie and I have worked together for over a year, and during that time I developed an infatuation with him – almost a sexual preoccupation. He has awakened feelings in me that I have not felt in years; almost like a high school crush, but much more sexual and forbidden. We are both married…to other people of course. When he first noticed me, I thought it was a bit unusual because I was not used to the attention. But when I realized there was a mutual attraction there, I was hooked. The more we got to know each other, the more suggestive our conversations became. He was probably surprised to discover that I would join in on his off-color banter; at first glance I am an innocent looking, and somewhat innocent acting, girl. But beneath the surface it's quite a different story. Eddie began to haunt my dreams, figuratively and literally. I would fantasize about him almost every day, and that made the flirting raunchier and more personal. Sometimes he would say things that almost sounded like an invitation to fuck. When I asked him about it, he assured me that he was just being playful, and that we were married people who shouldn’t fool around. I was a bit relieved to hear this, but also a bit disappointed to know that my fantasies were going to stay just that. A few hours after Eddie made the skirt comment, he was back at my desk for another chat. I had talked to him a lot about the ongoing renovations of our new home, so he used this as an opening. "You know, after all these months of talking about your new house, and your work on it, you would think that I would have been invited over to see it. What are you waiting for Jessie?" Well, I had thought about him coming over my house many times, but did not feel it would be appropriate. How would my husband react if he came home to find me giving Eddie a tour? But right now that was irrelevant because my husband was out of town for five days. And Eddie knew it. "So? How about after work? Maybe you could show me your handiwork, so I could see the result of all your painting and improvements." I looked at his green eyes for some kind of underlying message, but there was none. I guess he just wanted to really see the house. "All right Eddie… I’m not doing anything after work, so why don’t you stop by? You can follow me home." "Great. I’ll swing by your desk on the way out," he replied in a matter-of-fact way. There was a bit of excitement rising in me at the thought of him coming to my house, especially when my husband was away. So many times I imagined the wild sex we would have if the moment presented itself… but since it was looking like that would never happen, that fantasy had kind of drifted away a little. But my strong attraction for him was always there – his mischievous expression, his green eyes, his trim body, his smell, his big hands, and his voice that has spoken many a dirty word to me at work as well as in my dreams. He's got sandy colored hair and little goatee that is perfectly kept but gives a little bad boy edge to his look. I am sucker for the bad boys – I like the way they bring out my naughty side. As the workday was coming to a close, I was getting a little anxious but also excited. Is the house clean? Is there anything embarrassing left out? Luckily I had cleaned the night before in preparation for my husband to return in a couple of days, so the house was presentable. Eddie stopped by my desk on the way out, ready to follow me home. As we walked out of the building he held the doors open for me like a gentleman. I could barely hold back my excitement as we faced the cool evening air and walked towards our cars. "Alright Eddie, it’s not very far but just follow me closely and we should be there in about 10 minutes." "Sounds good Jessie." As I drove down the road, I turned over and over in my mind whether I could actually fuck this man if the opportunity was there. I had not been thinking I could, but I still could not sort out my feelings. I knew that I wanted Eddie more than anything, but in the end I felt it was best that my fantasies didn't come to pass. I showed Eddie all around the house, pointing out the improvements and projects we had worked on over the months. The last room I showed Eddie was the bedroom, since it is the furthest back in the house. We walked into the cool green room with the rich red comforter and espresso-colored furniture. The bed is new and is higher than our previous bed, which I have found is great for new sex positions. "So this is where it all happens?" Eddie said, with a knowing twinkle in his eye. "Well, yes, you could say that. Though not this weekend… it’s been a bit quiet all alone." "Oh, I am sure you took care of that." Eddie asked. I knew what he is getting at. I gave the "shy nymph" glance his way, a look that he knew very well. "Well, I had some fun in this bed alone this weekend, but I’ve also spent time thinking about what it would be like if you were to come over." There was a rush of warmth up my thighs as I envisioned that. Eddie looked around quietly and pensively for a moment. I walked over to the side of the bed and pointed towards the sliding glass door on the opposite wall. "That's a pretty nice view we have, don't you think?" As I made small talk about the house, I felt a slight movement as Eddie took two steps and was suddenly right behind me, inches away from my body. That is odd, I thought; he has never come in so close to me before… probably because we were at work. I could smell his cologne and hear his breath faintly close to my hair. As I faced the bed I felt slightly awkward and a little trapped because I couldn’t move back without bumping right into him, and even when I thought of moving to the side I felt a barrier as his presence encircled me. Just then, Eddie reached around to the front of me and wrapped his left arm around me, pinning my arms together in front of me. His movement was swift, but not rough, which left me feeling uncertain but suddenly excited at his strong arm around my body. I felt his hips press against the small of my back, and I thought I could feel the unmistakable stiffness of an erect cock. All of this happened very fast and a lot of thoughts raced through my mind… oh my God, is this really going to happen? Why is he bearing down on me like this? Should I be appalled or excited? Eddie whispered deviously in my ear. "Jessie, I know you’ve imagined us in this bed. Feel my hard prick against you. I think it’s time that I give you what you want." "But I thought…" "What Jessie? I said I was a married man who wouldn’t fuck you, a married woman. That was just to string you along, until I could surprise you." I tried to move my arms a little. If he knew I wanted this, why was he holding my arms and standing so tightly against me? "Are you trying to squirm away, little girl? Don’t bet on it. I know what you want. I’m just making sure you don’t have any second thoughts." But I did have second thoughts. I had decided that I could not actually go through with my adulterous fantasies. It was just wrong to fuck Eddie, though my pussy burned with desire for him. I was going to have to resist it. I couldn’t actually do this, as much as my desire told me I want to. "Eddie, this really isn’t right – I don’t want to do this. I can’t go through with it." I tried again to free my arms from his grip, to no avail. My heart raced as I began to feel a little fear. "Don’t try to get away. This is what you want, and what you’ll get. I bet you’re even a little horny, though you’ll try to deny it. Let’s see." With that, his right arm quickly moved downward as the left arm continued to bind my arms. His hand slid up my thighs under my skirt and rested on my panties. Immediately I knew that he was going to feel how wet they were, which would betray my protests against having sex with him. He’d know I was hot for it. His finger rubbed ever so slightly on the crotch of my panties. "Well Jessie. You are already wet, you horny little bitch," Eddie hissed. "You're telling me you don’t want me to fuck you? That it would be wrong? Well, fuck that. You’re going to get it, and you’re going to get it good. Now let me see what else is going on in that hot little slit of yours." He moved aside the wet crotch of my panties and stuck his middle finger deep inside the folds of my pussy. My knees buckled, and I let out a deep moan. The more I moved, the more Eddie tightened his grip on me, which by this time was making me very hot. I liked the feeling of being pinned by his strong arm while his finger stroked my sopping puss. I purposefully squirmed as if to break free so that he would grip me more firmly. Just then another finger slipped in to work my hole. His hand pressed firmly against my aching mound at the same time. Oh God – I was in heaven – I could barely stand. "That’s a girl. That’s good, isn’t it, Jessie? You like this two-finger fuck, don’t you?" I could barely speak to answer his questions. "Oh God, um, yes… it’s good." "You're gushing on my fingers. You love this. And you tried to tell me you didn’t want to do anything. Save it, slut. Your pussy gives you away. And I bet your little nipples do too. I have been dying to see them ever since you showed them off in that white top at work." Eddie swiftly took his left arm that had been holding my arms and lifted my shirt above my head. My hair cascaded down my shoulders and he ran his fingers through it, alternating caresses with little tugs as he grabbed sections of my hair. He became more gentle as he ran his free hand down the front of my body and over the top of my thin white bra, continuing to finger fuck me at the same time. I felt his hand lightly touch my nipples from the outside of the bra, and I could feel them firming up against the fabric. He slid one hand inside and pinched my nipple until it was like a little pearl in his fingers. As he did so, Eddie ran his tongue down the length of my neck and then bit down at the bottom, just above my shoulder. Between this and his fingers continuing to work me into a frenzy, I knew there was no way to stop this now. It was what I wanted to do so badly but it was also something I felt bad doing, knowing there were other people who would get hurt. But my resistance was growing weaker as Eddie relentlessly played with my nipples, and I was dying to become free from my bra. "There we go. I bet that feels good too," he whispered. "I bet you like to have your little nipples played with till they are rock hard. How is your pussy, by the way? I can feel how hot and juicy you are… are you going to come soon?" "I… yes, I… might…if your fingers keep fucking me like that… but I think we should stop. I mean, is this really what we should be doing?" "Jessie, there is no stopping. We’re just getting started. It's been building up for months in your dirty little mind. There is no turning back. Understand? Maybe you don’t understand clearly enough." Eddie abruptly took his fingers away from my pussy and pushed me forward face down on the bed. Because of its height, I bent at the waist and my cunt was at the edge of the bed. "Now, Jessie … I am going to make you forget you ever thought about saying no to me." I could hear him unzip his pants and assumed he was pulling out his cock, which must be bulging by now…I could not see it because I was face down, but I wanted to. There was no use in trying to stand up because he was pressed closely against my thighs. I tried to look behind me to see. "What are you looking at Jessie? Trying to catch a glimpse of my prick? I'll let you know when you can see it. Until then, just feel it against your sweet ass cheeks." Eddie pulled my panties and skirt the rest of the way down. My bra was still on, and I wanted him to take it off for me so my tits could swing free. Should I ask him? Just then he took his cock and rubbed it against my ass, and I could feel how big it was. Oh God, it felt so good. I wanted him to fuck me. Plain and simple. I wanted to forget all about anything else but his prick pounding me good and hard. "Eddie, your cock feels so good back there. Can I please see it?" "No. For now I am going to rub it all over you and you’re going to have to guess what it looks like. And what it will feel like when I finally fuck you." I hesitated, then asked, "Eddie, can you please take my bra off? My tits feel bound up like this. Please?" "Well you sure have a lot of requests tonight, don’t you Jessie? Are you saying you don’t like feeling your nipples against that tight white fabric?" As he said this Eddie teasingly ran his cock from between my thighs up along my ass and back down. His cock was becoming moist from the pussy juices that he forced out of me earlier, and I felt a little trickle run down the inside of my thigh. "I will take off your bra in a minute. But first, I need to clean you up. You’re such a little whore that you can’t keep your pussy from gushing down your legs." With that, he bent down and licked the trail of juice running down my thigh. He must have known I was dripping. It’s all his fault. I was helpless. A little girl who loved being bent over the bed like this for this man who I had fucked in my dreams for months. As he cleaned up my thigh I thought, Oh God, is he going to clean my pussy too? Mmmm… if he licks my slit, it will put me over the edge. Oh please Eddie – do it! His tongue stopped at the top of my thigh, just below my pussy lips. "You want me to lick this, don’t you? You’d like to have my mouth eat your little horny cunt, and make sure I clean all the juice out of you? Wouldn’t you?" "Oh God, Eddie, please… I want your tongue in my cunt. Please. Now!" "So demanding! A while ago you were saying that we should stop. Now you want to order me to lick your cunt? Fine…be quiet and spread your legs a little wider. I am going to get my face all the way in there and lick your dirty little pussy clean. And you know what? Give me your hands. I want to make sure you aren’t playing with your nipples or anything else while I eat you." "Why my hands? What are you…?" "Put your hands back here. Just do it. Then I will tongue fuck you." I couldn't wait any longer for his tongue, so I did what Eddie said, still keeping my face down on the bed. His hands were so big that he could hold both of mine together with only one of his. Now I was at his mercy and could just feel my burning pussy as he worked his tongue all around it. He explored every inch of my slit, sliding his tongue teasingly in and out of my hole. "Tell me how you like my tongue licking you like this," Eddie demanded. "Mmmm… it feels so good to feel you lick me. My pussy has never been so wet. If you keep this up I am going to come all over your face." Just as I finished those words, I felt Eddie's whole mouth on my cunt, eating every inch of it. No place was untouched. He sucked my clit, gently at first and then harder. Eddie still held my hands behind me, which was making me crazy with desire and frustration because I wanted to pinch and pull my nipples while he sucked me. "Such a slutty little girl. Legs spread while a horny man sucks and licks your cunt. Do you want to come, Jessie? You will. You are going to lose control and come while I suck your clit." The heat of his words and his continuous licking and sucking were too much for me. "Oh God… mmm…. oh Eddie, you are going to make me come…. now…. Oh, I love being your little whore. Oh fuck Eddie…" and with that I came hard, hard all over his mouth. From months of built up desire and frustration, I moaned until it was almost a scream. I felt each shudder in my pussy grow harder and harder and I pressed my cunt into his face. His tongue stayed in my slit as I came, and I wondered if he could feel my pussy lips flutter around it. Eddie released my hands. "There my little Jessie. You liked that. I know. Your little hole is dripping." He ran his hands up and down my ass and thighs, almost tenderly and gently, as he spoke. "But I am not done with you yet. There is more I‘m going to do with my little dirty girl." As he said this, he reached up and gently unhooked my bra, so I finally felt completely free. I felt such a release from my orgasm, but I was still up for whatever else Eddie had in mind. My thoughts drifted to his sweet cock. I still hadn't seen it – but could tell it was big and hoped that it would fuck the hell out of me. No longer did I have thoughts of how wrong this scenario really was – nothing was going to stop my endless lust for this man. My pussy ached for him to fill it with his prick. "God Eddie… what are you doing to me? It feels to good to experience you, for real. I love the way your hands feel running up and down my thighs and ass." Eddie was still bent down after his pussy-eating session and slowly stood back up. As he did so his prick brushed teasingly along my legs. "Eddie, I can feel your hard cock… don't you want to give it to me now?" As I said this I turned around again, trying to get a glimpse. It was hidden from my view as he rubbed it all over my ass. "Jessie, it sounds like you’re trying to call the shots. Don't worry, my cock will get what it wants." He slowly slid a finger into my pussy. "Your pussy is still really juicy. It's ripe and ready for a good fuck. What was that you were saying earlier about not wanting to?" "Nothing Eddie… I don't care… I don't care about anything but you fucking me now." Eddie spread my ass cheeks apart slightly. I was still bent over with my cunt open and ready for him. "How would you like me to fuck you Jessie? Slow and steady or hard and nasty? Tell me what the little slutty girl wants." I could barely answer that question, I was so fucking ready for him. "Both. Give it to me slow, then give it to me hard. Fuck me every which way. Slowly tease me with your prick, then pound my pussy till it hurts. I am your whore – use my hole however you want." I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth. What the hell did this man do to me? At that moment I wanted him to own my pussy and fuck me till the day I die. "Mmmm… that does it, you dirty girl. I can't wait any more." Eddie took his impossibly hard prick and slid it in my wet cunt. It felt like he was going to keep going forever the way it filled me up, and I let out a gasp as I felt it stroke my pussy walls. I heard a moan from Eddie as he did this, which surprised me a bit because he had stayed so reserved and in control up until now. "Oohhh, sweet Jessie, I love your little cunt. It's so wet and tight. But you're so naughty. You love having another man's cock in you. You're being a very bad girl." As he said this Eddie grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, pushing his cock in and out, further and further, until I felt his balls slap against me. I groaned with pleasure at the feeling of him grabbing me and guiding me back and forth along his pole. Eddie's breathing became harder. "You really are loving this, aren't you Jessie? Because you’re so bad right now, I may have to teach you a lesson." He gave me a little slap on my ass as he continued to ram my pussy. I winced at the unexpected feeling of a little pain mixed with an increased heat between my legs. Another slap and I felt my clit rise up with this new sensation. "Am I hurting you Jessie? I think you like being spanked like a slut!" Behind Me "I don't know, I…" I felt another smack on my ass. "God Eddie, I like it… do anything to me right now and I would love it. Keep fucking me like that, please." "Do you mean like this?" Eddie grabbed my hips more tightly and shoved his prick inside me deeper and faster until I thought I was going to die. Then he started to slow down a little… I tried to squeeze my pussy walls to stroke his cock as it slid in and out. Eddie then bent down and whispered in my ear, and I could feel his whole body press on top of my back as he wrapped his arms around me. "I like fucking you Jessie. I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you, but never thought I would get a chance. I never thought you would be the little cheating whore that you are," his whispered words burned in my ear. "I'm flipping you over now. But you had better keep my cock in you the whole time, or I might not let you see it." Eddie moved me up further on the bed as I swung one leg around and rolled on my back, careful to keep him inside of me. "Now little Jessie, spread your legs wide for me. I am not done with that sweet little pussy." My legs were partially draped over the side of the bed, and I sat up to finally see Eddie's prick. God, it looked so good… after the things it had done to me I wasn't surprised. "Do you like what you see Jessie? Do you like seeing me pump your slutty little pussy? I like what I see too… a nice wet hole for me to fuck." Eddie relentlessly fucked me over with his tool and reached down to play a little with my clit. I imagined what his tight ass looked like as he shoved his cock in me, the muscles clenching with each stroke. I looked up at Eddie's face as his green eyes moved from my pussy, to the rest of my body, to my face. It looked like he wanted to take this all in, and loved it. It occurred to me that during this whole time, we had not kissed. I glanced at Eddie's lips and wanted to taste them as he fucked me. I gently licked my lips as I looked up at him, and he seemed to know what I was thinking because he bent down and lightly brushed his lips on mine. It was such a sweet sensation – something so simple after all the other dirty acts that we’d done. He pressed his mouth on mine harder now, and I could feel his breathing become more intense with every stroke as he moved inside me. The kiss kept building as our tongues explored each other's mouths. This was a new way to convey unexpressed feelings that we had for each other – months of flirting, friendship, teasing, and affection. And the raw lusty feeling we were experiencing now as our bodies moved together and the room grew hotter. "Mmmm… Jessie, you have a sweet little mouth," Eddie said softly. "I have wanted to kiss those lips for a long time. Do you know what else I want to do to that mouth? I want to fuck it. I want to take my cock out of your delicious pussy and fuck your mouth. What do you think about that?" I knew my cunt would miss his cock, but I couldn't say no to the thought of stroking it with my lips. I pictured him straddling me and shoving his cock in my mouth, which made me even hotter than I already was. "I want that Eddie. Fuck my mouth." "When your cunt is this hot, you can't say no to anything, can you?" He slipped his cock out of me and moved up toward my face, as he held it teasingly in front of my lips. He gave it a couple of strokes and ran the head along my lips. I looked up at him and his beautiful body towering over me. As I licked my lips, I could taste my juices on his prick. I stuck my tongue out, hoping he would give me more. Eddie slid his cock along my tongue, then slowly slid it further into my mouth. My lips were open wide as they squeezed the length of his shaft. "Jessie, I love seeing your red lips on my cock. I knew you were a little cocksucking whore. Why don't you grab my ass and see how far you can get me into your mouth?" I reached up and grabbed Eddie's tight ass, and pulled it toward me. I could feel his prick slide across the back of my throat, and he groaned. His hips began moving back and forth as he pushed his tool in and out of my mouth, while I kept my hands on his ass. Eddie took his cock out my mouth for a minute, and I stuck my tongue out so I could lick it all over from top to bottom. As my tongue moved faster I could feel his breathing get heavier; I knew as I looked into his face that he was getting ready to come. Eddie's green eyes danced as they looked at me. "God, you sweet little bitch, you have no idea how much I have wanted my cock in your mouth. You suck so well, I am going to shoot my load soon." I took one hand and grabbed his wet cock, stroking it as I talked and gave it little licks here and there. "I would love it if you would shoot it all over me. I'm your slut and you can do whatever the fuck you want. Are you ready to come soon Eddie?" I looked up at him teasingly as I said this. He quickly shoved his cock in my mouth one more time, fucking it faster and faster. I knew he was about to come as he grabbed his prick and stroked it while he bent over me… then Eddie groaned and gasped as ropes of creamy white cum spewed forth all over my body, from face to cunt. It felt like he was never going to stop. I loved seeing the pleasure on his face and hearing his groans as the cum poured out. Finally, he bent down over me and gave me a long wet kiss, oblivious to the sticky white cum that was now between our bodies. His breathing was still heavy from the intensity of his orgasm. After a moment he caught his breath and looked down at me. "So, Jessie, is that what you wanted? Do you like the feeling of being my little slut for the evening?" Eddie kissed me again before I had a chance to answer. "Yes, oh God, I wanted it so badly. And Eddie, it was even better than I imagined." "Do you feel bad?" I think Eddie hoped his words would not bring reality back to the situation after this delicious fuckfest. "Yes and no – yes, if I let myself think too much about it; but no, because I wanted you so badly that I couldn't see straight. I can't deny something that I wanted so bad." Eddie was now lying beside me, and both of us were hot and sticky but very satisfied. "But Eddie," I looked at him with a twinkle in my eye, "Now that we have fucked, I am going to want you to fuck me again." "Well, Jessie, we will see. If you are a good girl, I might fuck you again." He smiled. I made a note to be a very good girl. "I hope so Eddie." We crawled under the covers and huddled closely, drifting off to sleep. After all, my husband wasn't going to be home for a couple more days. Behind Red Doors The steam from your shower has just begun to fog up the mirror when I arrive home, back aching from a long day bent over a massage table. My eyes narrow and the corner of my mouth twists upward in a devilish smirk. "You little bastard, think you'll beat me to the shower do you," I mumble to myself as I kick the door closed, drop the trappings of my pedestrian lifestyle in the hall, and walk assertively towards the bathroom door- which you have left brazenly ajar- shedding items of clothing as I go. I pause at the door, considering what a scene it must be: me naked at the door of my own bathroom, with a trail of clothes behind me. My heart speeds up, as it always does when I think of touching you. Lust unswayed by time and familiarity. I slip in silently. You're singing to yourself, "Hey Julie" by Fountains of Wayne. Your eyes are closed to avoid the sting of the shampoo, and you haven't noticed me yet. I seize on the opportunity. Easing my head around the curtain, I burst into your bubble of soap and song, finishing the most appropriate lyric for you, "I'm here to rub your back..." You freeze, eyebrows at attention, but wisely wait to rinse your hair before opening your eyes. My arms and lips are on you before you can catch a glimpse. "Mmmm, hello naked," you breathe into my ear, your voice causing me to shiver and sigh uncontrollably. A new ache arises in my body, and my back and shoulders are forgotten until you kiss and caress them as we explore each other in the steam. We circle one another until I simply can't stand it anymore, pressed against you I can feel your need pulsing with every beat of your heart. I pull my lips from yours reluctantly and sink to my knees. My mouth begins to water as I run my cheek and lips along your sensitive skin, I can't wait for the taste of the water as it runs over your body, and I ease you eagerly between my parted lips and onto my waiting tongue. A barely audible gasp issues from your throat. Always the picture of self-restraint, but I'll have you moaning loud enough to wake the dead before I'm through with you. I always do. Practice and your gentle instruction have left me an expert at sending you through the roof, but I take my time, savoring the moment and the feel of you. I lean back to enjoy the look on your face, one of my hands still keeping the beat, the other drawn between my thighs by the undeniable force of the need rising within me. I take you back into my mouth, this time with much more satisfying and audible results. I stroke you languidly for a little longer, until I hear urgency creep into your voice and you twist your fingers through my long wet hair in search of a handhold amongst all the slick surfaces. My pace quickens, and my imprisoned fingers are released for the finale. Working in perfect harmony, as they do all day at my clinic, they almost take on a life of their own when I bend them to this more pleasurable purpose. I'm left to relish the feel of you in my mouth for these last few moments. Your breath becomes ragged and I'm rewarded with some mild expletives and favorite pet names as you climax. I lean back, letting the results wash down the drain as I stare into your exhausted and elated face. You open your eyes and I am reminded of the burning between my thighs. So, it would seem, are you. Experience and your natural telepathy tell you exactly what I want. You ease to the floor of the tub on slightly shaky legs and follow the trail blazed by my fingers a few minutes before. Thumb and forefinger working inside and out, you raise me off the ground and up to your waiting mouth. One light kiss and I reach out for the wall to support myself. You grace me with your tongue and I moan in appreciation. Either the room is getting extremely steamy now or my eyes are fogging over in pleasure. Maybe it's both. One last look at your playful smile and I close my eyes to concentrate on the tactile pleasures of the moment. The water running down over me, your fingers slipped blissfully up into me: one-- oh god-- two of them. And your tongue sending waves of heat through me. I want to stand that way forever, even when my legs start to shake from the muscles tightening and my breathing is so fast and shallow I'm starting to lose feeling in my face. Your pace is steady and insistent as always, and with a moan I feel a wave of pleasure shudder through my body. I contract around your fingers only once or twice before you pull away and guide me down to your lap. I'm a little dismayed at first that you didn't ride the orgasm out with me until I realize your intentions. You guide me down to you and slide smoothly inside me. Apparently I wasn't the only one who's hand was wandering while they worked. The last sparks of my pleasure explode on contact and we grind into each other in an effort to make the moment last. Regaining my composure, I try to rock on top of you but the space in the tub is slightly cramped with both of us sitting down. Our eyes lock. Without a word the taps are twisted and we tumble onto the tiles. The porcelain is utterly frigid, but the solution is simple: touch as little of it as possible. I clamber onto my hands and knees and look over my shoulder expectantly at you. You pounce on me eagerly, and then we're together again, like wet and wild animals soaked and slippery on the bathroom floor. You ride me that way until I'm shaking again with pleasure. "I want to see you," I gasp. You pull away long enough to allow me to flip over onto my back. The tile is still shockingly cold, but I don't care anymore. Your embrace and the fire in your eyes keep me warm. We move together until that look of exertion and need mixes with triumph and relief on your face and you shudder inside me. We collapse together, utterly spent. The tile has become warm all around us. We lay that way on the floor for a few precious moments before a knock comes at the door and we're brought back to reality. It's the first of our party guests, comically early and in for a bit of a shock; I forgot to lock the door. Behind The Bathroom Door I suppose I deserved this... I mean had cheated on her first with her best friend. Sarah and my girlfriend, Charlotte had known each other for eight years and that's how it ended. With Charlotte walking into our kitchen while Sarah was pulling me off inside my trousers. There was no kinky orgy and for months she didn't speak to me. She cried and was hurt by both of us. Our flirtations had built up to the point where Sarah would tease me in front of Charley. Now it has happened to me and I don't know how I feel. Thursday night Charlotte and myself went to a bar for an after work drink. Since that dreaded incident a year ago with Sarah we found that we had very little to talk about in public. So here we were 8.00 p.m. at a chic little midtown Manhattan bar. After finishing our first drinks I happened to bump into my work mate Nathan. He was with his girlfriend Neve who I had met the week before. I introduced them both to my girlfriend who was at this point of yawning. We sat together and ordered some more drinks. At first I was relieved because the conversation was new and it saved Charlotte and me from the awkward small talk. Charlotte seemed very aware that Neve was a little flirtatious, and this lead me to stop responding and to take a back seat. An hour had passed and I noticed that Charlotte was annoyed at me for some reason. She was being sarcastic whilst at the same time praising and complementing Nathan and Neve. They responded by flattering her back and there seemed to be a bit a flirty friendship beginning. Charlotte started joking about wild sex acts with the couple in a way that she normally wouldn't. I started to feel uncomfortable so I went to the men's room to take a break from chat. When I came back, after having to queue for ten minutes to take whiz, I was annoyed to see her tickling Nathan in a playful way to get him to admit that he was kinky. I asked what about and all three seemed to ignore my question and carry on sharing jokes. I sat back on my seat and started to knock the drinks back faster. At midnight the happy chatters on the other side of the table had decided to come back to our new apartment to check out the views of the city. I didn't say a word more due to the fact that the whiskey was making me feel slow and tired. In the cab home I sat in the front as the three sat in the back giggling and tickling Nathan. 'OK here is our home Nathan, Can I call you Nat?' 'You can call him anything you want honey, so long as you call me Nevie, that's what my friends call me.' 'Yeah Charlotte Nats fine. Say, what happened to your guided tour?' 'I know, Jamie can do it and I will pretend I am a guest too' As she said this they all giggled as if they were in on a secret joke. So to show good humor I decided to give a tour. I started in the kitchen and ran through the features as if I was an estate agent. As I turned to go to the next room I noticed that Nathan had his hand around one of Charlotte's buttocks whilst Neve tried to shield this by standing in front of me. I knew that something sexual was going on. So on to the bedroom where I stood behind the large windows and looked out into the night. Then I checked the reflection in the mirror and saw my work mate digging is fingers into her panties whilst Neve held her skirt. All three of them seemed to be looking at the back of my head as they fumbled with each other. How could I get mad at her. I had got done the same thing her a year ago. I just have to bare with this for as long as it lasts. I turned around slowly and they pulled their hands back to pretend that nothing was going on. This was too much so I told them that I was going to have a shower, as I was feeling very sweaty. I went into the bathroom and sat on the lavatory and listened to them giggling on the couch in the living room; 'Are you two guys trying to seduce me?' 'Hey you were the one rubbing my erection in the cab here!' 'Ok Charley, how about a foursome sometime?' 'How about a threesome right now with you and your man?' All of sudden I heard kissing and the sounds of the leather couch with people moving around on it. 'Charley, get his cock out' 'Yeah Charley lets make this quick before your boyfriend comes out' 'Fuck that you two. We can take our time. I don't have to answer to him. Now pull it out for me... Mmmhh slllick mmhhh... you have a great cock' I could not return into the room to see this. I was imprisoned in the lavatory and all I could do was listen to their fun. Nathan started to moan and grunt as the sucks and pops of two mouths sounded to be worshipping his cock. 'Nathan cum in my mouth, I want to kiss Nevie with it in my mouth.' 'You like my boyfriends' cock you sexy slut bitch Charley?' 'Nevie lick my balls while she sucks' The noises of sucks and licks carried on until Nathan let out a relieved and long moan. Then I heard kissing. All of a sudden I was hard and wanted to see this. I knelt down and looked through the keyhole. On the couch I could see Nathan's cock being massaged by Neve and Charley's hands while they French kissed with cum strings in between them. Nathan then joined the kissing. I saw all three of them playing with the gism on their tongues. Charley didn't take her hand off of his large cock once as he tongued away at both of them. Nathan looked worked up and his face was red. He pushed Neve out of the way and pulled Charley onto the floor with him. He shoved his cock in her and they began to pump and press like lovers. 'Please Charley I really need to fuck your wet pussy' 'Don't use a condom I want to feel you' 'Oh my god this feels so good, Nevie make sure that her man doesn't come in the room' 'OK but save some spunk for when we get home' She started to button her blouse up as the two cruel lovers fucked and kissed. They both seemed to climax at the same time. Charlotte spent a few minutes on his chest slowly pulling his superior cock out of her warm and wet pussy. They dressed and sat on the couch. Then the three way kissing started again. This time Charlotte insisted on just 'one more quick fuck' and Nathan followed her to our bed. I was sitting behind the bathroom door on my knee jerking myself off. Ten minutes later they return to Neve on the couch fully dressed but very flushed. Again the three way kisses began and Charlotte that slut gave him a final blow job with the help of Neve. This time they seemed to be tongue wrestling for his gism. After this final display they left to go home after some communal kissing at the door where Charlotte unsuccessfully got his cock out. 'Look calm down you cock monster! If you can get out of the house tomorrow night you can have my cock for a few hours. OK?' 'Nevie, I think I want your man' 'Well the only way to settle this is if we both pleasure him at our place. The winner gets his cum the loser get to watch' With that they engaged in one more communal kiss and then they walked out. Charlotte walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door; 'I know you saw us together, I don't love him so don't get upset. But if I want cock then from now on I will get it. By the way you may want to change the sheets in the bedroom baby' Behind the Blind *Special thanks to Oliveau for correcting my spelling errors and typos.* * Melissa always enjoyed talking to Brad across their backyard fence. Tonight was no exception. She found him witty and charming as usual, and laughed at his many funny comments. As they talked she admired his physique. Melissa could see why Brad had so many female admirers. His tall, muscular frame and broad, square shoulders were very appealing. His handsome face and bulging biceps glistened from the sheen of sweat that had developed as he worked in his garden. Peeling off his t-shirt, Brad used it to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "I've got to take a cold shower before this heat melts me," he said. He smiled and then added, "As always, it was a pleasure talking with you Melissa." As Melissa watched his tight denim-clad ass disappear into the house, her pussy moistened. Brad's body always had this affect on it, but seeing his bare chest made it wetter than usual. As she pictured Brad's body in her mind's eye, her pussy began to ache for attention. Lost in reverie, she was nudged back to reality when she realized the sun had fallen below the horizon. Just as she was about to turn and leave, she noticed Brad's ground level bedroom light flick on. She could see him at the window. He raised the windowpane about a foot or so, attempting to let in fresh, cool air, then lowered the blind. Melissa sighed because the blind hid him from her view. However, she noticed a few inches of light peeped out his window beneath the blind. The thought crossed Melissa's mind that she should take a peek inside to see what he was doing, but she shrugged off the idea. She was a lady, and a lady doesn't do that sort of thing. Her pussy became very warm and wet the more she thought about it, however. "I won't be doing any harm," she said to herself as she climbed the fence. Melissa hovered below the windowsill, her heart pounding with excitement. She slowly raised her head until she could see into his bedroom. Brad's clothes were in a heap on the floor next to the bed. She could hear the water from his shower cascading in the bathroom connected to his room. She was disappointed she had missed seeing him undress, but despite her nervousness at being discovered, she decided to wait for him to come out of the shower. She crouched down and scanned the area. The neighboring houses had the occasional light on, but she was sure the foliage from the trees and shrubs in Brad's yard and the darkness of the evening adequately concealed her. She peeked back into the bedroom, waiting impatiently for Brad to finish his shower. Melissa figured the odds of Brad seeing her were quite slim. The blind covered her forehead, the windowsill hid her chin and nose, and only her eyes could be seen from inside. But since her brown eyes faded into the shadows of the evening she thought she was safe from detection. Finally, she heard the water shut off and the shower door roll open. She gasped quietly as Brad walked into his bedroom nude. He scrubbed his hair with a towel and then rubbed dry his torso, stomach, back and bum with it. Melissa's mouth fell open when Brad pulled on his cock with the towel as he dried it. The attention he had given his penis made it swell and lengthen. Melissa could feel the juices in her pussy churn as she stared at his almost hard cock. Brad sat on his bed and dried his lower legs and feet. He flung the towel towards the bathroom when he was done. He sat there for a few moments, looked at his cock, smiled devilishly and then began to stroke it. Seeing Brad naked was all Melissa had hoped for. Watching him masturbate had not even entered her wildest dreams. Her heart pounded with lust, her mouth became dry and her pussy began to flow with her juices as she watched him. She undid the top button of her shorts and slid them down a few inches over her hips so she could have access to her pussy. Her fingers massaged her clitoris through the wet crotch of her panties. Brad slowly rubbed the underside his penis with the tips of his fingers until it was completely hard. Grasping his prick in his hand, he slid his fist up and down the shaft. He moaned loudly and increased the speed. Abruptly he stopped, got to his feet, and walked to his dresser, his hard cock dangling in front of him, jiggling up and down as he moved. He opened a drawer, withdrew a small bottle, went back to his bed, and sat on the edge of it. Holding his prick in his right hand he poured a copious amount of lubricant onto the head of his cock with his left hand. Melissa's hand feverishly worked her clit as she watched Brad lubricate his cock. She lowered her shorts down to her knees, and slid her hand beneath her panties so her fingers could directly play with her pussy. Juices were leaking out of from between her engorged lips, dampening her inner thighs. Brad stroked his prick, smearing the lubricant down the length of it. Melissa involuntarily moaned as she stared at his erection. It stood straight up, glistening in the light like a diamond. His swollen, purple cock head oozed a drop of precum. Melissa dampened her lips with the tip of her tongue, pretending the drop had fallen onto her mouth. Brad leaned back on the bed, closed his eyes and massaged his prick. Sweat had formed on his brow. He moaned softly as his hand pleasured his manhood. In response Melissa stepped out of her shorts and removed her panties. She spread her legs and vigorously played with her pussy. She inserted a finger into her snatch and thrust in and out, pretending it was Brad's cock fucking her. As she neared orgasm, she intently watched his face. Watching a man's face as he masturbated turned her on like nothing else could. Without warning her pussy orgasmed, juices flowing out of her snatch in large quantities. Despite not wanting too, she moaned loud enough to be heard! She momentarily stopped breathing. Had Brad heard her? She stared at him as he turned his head towards the window. She was too panic-stricken to move, her entire body was frozen, her finger still in her pussy. Brad glanced at the window and then turned his focus back to his cock. Melissa sighed with relief, he hadn't seen or heard her. She should have scampered back to her house, but she couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She couldn't leave until she saw him ejaculate! Brad fucked his fist, pretending it was a pussy. He moaned as a large amount of precum flowed out. Unexpectedly, he jumped to his feet and walked into the bathroom. Melissa screamed under her breath, "Come back, I've got to see you cum." She craned her head around at an almost impossible angle, hoping she could see in to the bathroom, but she couldn't. She began to pray, "Come back Brad, come back." Each second that passed seemed like an eternity. Melissa softly moaned, "Where the hell are you Brad?" "Right behind you, Melissa!" Melissa shrieked and tried to pull up her panties and shorts but Brad stopped her. He pressed himself against her, gently pinning her against the wall so she couldn't move. His hand covered her mouth and he softly said in her ear, "Shhhh." Melissa could feel the cloth of his bathrobe press against her bare ass. "What have you been up too?" he whispered. He peered into his bedroom. "Quite the view, huh Melissa." Melissa's face burned with embarrassment and shame. She whimpered an apology and tried to wiggle free. She wanted to run and hide. He pressed against her harder, making sure she couldn't escape. Melissa could feel the bulge of his cock against her bum. "Did you enjoy the view Melissa?" She softly moaned, "Yes." Her pussy twitched. Her feelings of shame were intense, but much to her surprise, she began to rub her bum against Brad's cock. His cock responded by hardening. Brad parted his robe and pressed his now rock hard cock between Melissa's butt cheeks. She moaned as he moved it up and down. His hot breath scorched her neck. He whispered in her ear, "Want me to fuck you?" In response, Melissa pressed her ass even harder against Brad's cock. Brad slipped his prick between Melissa's thighs. She could feel the length of his cock rub the outside of her wet pussy, but he didn't attempt to penetrate her. Brad snickered and asked, "Let me hear you beg." Melissa moaned, then pleaded, "Please stop teasing me and fuck me." Brad laughed softy, pushed the head of his prick against Melissa's swollen pussy lips, then thrust into her in one swift motion. Melissa's pussy hungrily grabbed Brad's prick and held it tightly inside her. He probed her pussy with his prick, moving in and out slowly. Between her moans Melissa begged, "Fuck me harder." Brad increased his speed. Melissa lowered her head, bit her lower lip, and moaned as her pussy spasmed on his prick. He could feel her pussy muscles gyrate in pleasure. Melissa muttered, "Cum in me," as she orgasmed. Brad threw back his head, closed his eyes, held Melissa's shoulders tightly then ejaculated a large stream of cum inside her. Both their orgasms seemed to last forever. Brad slipped his cock out of Melissa after it had finished squirting. He reached down and massaged her cunt with his hand. A mixture of his cum and Melissa's juices coated his fingers. Melissa reached for his hand and brought it up to her mouth. She licked his fingers as Brad kissed the back of her neck. With his other hand he fondled her breasts through her t-shirt and bra. Suddenly, out of the darkness came a loud crashing noise. They both froze. A neighbor had dropped trash into the garbage can. This rude intrusion brought them back to reality. Brad grasped Melissa's hand and pulled her toward his door. She ran with him into the house. Once inside they stared at each, hardly believing what they had just done. Then they laughed. As the laughter tailed off, Brad pulled Melissa against him and kissed her deeply. Melissa broke away, removed her t-shirt and bra, smiled and said, "Show me the way to your bedroom." Brad grinned, caressed her ass and led her by the hand to his bed. Before lying down with him Melissa went to the window and lowered the blind. "We don't need another peeping Tom," she snickered. Brad laughed. Behind the Blindfold It's dark. I can tell even from around the blindfold that the lights are dimmed in the room beyond. I feel a shiver run along my bare back, making goose bumps break out along my shoulders and down my arms. I can hear the muted noises of the Television from the next room. I frown focusing in on the noise, it sounds like a spaghetti western, with deep tones and sharp pops of the guns. I shake my head, adjusting my arms, reminding me of the ties at my wrists, my shoulders are starting to cramp a little with my arms stretched back behind me and I flex my shoulders, releasing the cramp a little. I hear a key in the door, and turning towards the noise I hear the door open and tread muted by the carpeted floor. Nothing is said to me, and I feel like my senses a heightened as I listen to the fabric covered leg rubbing against the other getting louder on approach. My heart rate rises, and I swallow slowly trying to calm my breathing. I feel a hand stroke my hair, dragging fingers through my riot of curls. I can feel the silky strands spread out over my shoulders, slipping and falling about my face like a careless caress. I breathe in deeply and I can smell cologne, musky and manly mixed with the heat and sent of warm skin. I hear the click of a belt buckle and my head swings back towards the noise. My mouth fills with saliva and I open my mouth to lick my suddenly dry lips. Just as I lick my lips, I feel something silky and hot rub against my cheek, and my breath catches in my throat as I realize it's a hard cock. I can feel my nipples harden as I turn towards the cock, kissing the thick, hot length. A hand, finger tips blunt and warm, catch one of my nipples, squeezing it almost painfully. I can't help but moan as I push my shoulders back, thrusting my breasts more firmly towards the seeking hand. I can feel myself becoming slick and I readjust my legs, opening them a little bit wider. The hand stroking my hair starts to gather it in a ponytail, twisting it tightly in a fist. I start to feel the sting of my hair being pulled back and know soon my head movement will be out of my control. I shiver, unable to stop the rise of pleasure as the attention moves to my other nipple. Again, its firm and almost painful, squeezing and rolling it, tugging on it until its almost too much. The cock continues to rub against my cheeks and I'm becoming more needy, I want to taste it. The heat of the cock is starting to warm my skin and I feel frustrated, wanting to use my hands, wrap my fingers around the cock and direct it where I want it to be. I hear a soft chuckle as my head is turned, more firmly to the front. I lick my lips again, my eyelashes fluttering under the fabric. I so desperately want to see, and knowing he can see me, all of me before him and I can't do a thing, I squeeze my leg muscles, aching to be touched. I want to turn my head, follow the noises around me but with my hair firmly caught I am helpless to stop the movement of my head, tilting my face up slightly. I then close my eyes under the fold as I feel the first brush of the head of the cock across my lips, I open my lips instinctively and it slips in easily. I wrap my tongue around the head, tasting the first drops of sweet precum there. I moan in the back of my throat, my head is held still as I take more of the cock into my mouth, slowly the thrusting starts, it feels almost gentle at first, as my mouth is slowly taken. I squirm a little, unsure where this is going. The first time it hits up against the back of my throat I moan loudly, inviting more, my head is ever so slightly pulled forward on each thrust, making the thick head of cock block the back of my mouth, I suck hard as the thrusting continues, rubbing my tongue back and forth along the underside of the cock, feeling the thick muscles there, the veins as I suck. It feels amazing in my mouth... hot and silky as it fills me. I breathe in through my nose, smelling the musky sense of sex, my own desire, underscoring the other sents and I know I must be dripping wet. I adjust myself, squeezing my legs together, feeling my wetness spread onto my thighs. I can feel the hand readjust, gripping me hair again, this time even closer to that painful point. I shudder and suck in a breath around the head of the cock, and I hear a breath sucked in past teeth in turn. With a sharp buck, I half gag and cough a little, as the head of the cock bucks forcefully up against the back of my throat. As this happens I feel myself being pushed forward, increasing the pressure on my throat. I want to pull back, but I know I cant, and suddenly the pressure gives away and I feel my throat being stretched, opened up to take the thick cock inside. I fight my gag reflex as I'm held down, resisting the urge to gag on the thick shaft. I squeeze the cock as I fight to swallow and then with a sudden rush my head is pulled back, and I suck in a big breath through my nose, resisting the urge to cough, before I can think more on it, I and pulled back down, this time easily slipping into my throat. The thrusting starts properly, pushing it deeply into my throat. I can taste the mixture of thick saliva and pre cum. My clit is aching and I want to be to touch myself so badly but I cant. I know I must be dripping by now and shamelessly I spread my legs wanting to draw attention, inviting the touch. I hear an approving moan and my nipple is grasps firmly, pulling and tugging on it in time with my downward thrusts. I can't escape - do anything but be taken, the thrusting is becoming frantic now, almost uneven in depth and pace and I know he must be close. "Yes.. yes.. fucking take it all the way down... " The muttering continues and my ears picks up the voice, its familiar though I can't place it, but clearly its not who I expected. My heart rate accelerates, and I want to know, I need to know who it is. He continues to fuck my mouth and I shudder, as my desire overrides my common sense and I open my mouth wider, relaxing my jaw, pushing my tongue out to flick the base of the shaft, his balls as his moaning gets louder. I'm moaning in turn with him as he pushes me down forcefully on his cock, holding me down and I feel him expand in my mouth and throat, my reflex to swallow takes over and I instinctually milk his cock as he cums deep in my throat. Hearing the drawn out moan, he slowly drags from my mouth, and I can taste a trace of cum on my tongue as he pulls out. I shutter in big deep breaths, as he slowly releases my hair and I feel the silk tie being released and pulled down over my nose and lips, I look up and my eyes widen in surprise. "You.... How...?" I let out in a deep breath and your face breaks out in a wide grin. "All those weeks of working together, all that flirting, you never thought it would come to anything did you?" I shake my head kneeling back on my ankles in surprise. Again you smile down at me. "Coming in and seeing you there, waiting, willing..." He trails off and looks slightly behind my right shoulder. I turn looking to see what has drawn his eye. Turning, my eyes clash with my husbands. He is sitting on the bed, clearly spent with a smug smile on his face. I look back at you before me and you shrug at me slightly. "I just couldn't help myself. I know you weren't waiting for me but seeing you like that I just couldn't resist and I was right... I've fantasied about taking that pretty mouth of yours and you were better than I ever imagined." I blush slightly, looking away towards my husband who pushes off the bed and comes over to me to bend over me and untie my wrists. Leaning over me, he whispers in my ear. "How does it sound - we help that slick cunt of yours? I know how fucking wet you must be after that." I turn embracing him and planting a wet, passionate kiss on his lips. Turning back to you I hold a hand out to both you and him. "I would love you both to fuck me..." With a wicked grins, you both take a hand. Behind the Blinds The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what once was a work shirt, was soaking wet. Even with the sleeves removed and the neck wide open his body was still steaming hot and as he looked back from his vantage point in the yard towards the house he was tempted to duck inside and get a drink. After all the single Mom was had hired him to install the shed in the yard and given him permission to use the bathroom or come in to get a drink of water but he had resisted the temptation since time was money and he didn't want this job to last more than one day. As Curt looked toward the back of the split level ranch he saw the blinds swaying in a room on the side of the house. That wasn't the first time he had noticed that and initially he thought that it might be a cat playing on the window sill but as one of the slats raised up Curt knew that was no cat. It wasn't the woman who owned the house since she had left for work and the car was still gone from the driveway, and as Curt pretended he didn't know he was being observed he wondered who it might be. The woman had at least one kid, that much Curt knew, but he didn't know if it was a boy or a girl. "Doesn't matter to me," Curt mumbled to himself, and it was true because he was very broad minded when it came to sex and the way he was feeling he was more than happy to fuck whoever it was behind those blinds. It had been a bit of a dry spell for Curt and while business was great there was such a thing as too much of a good thing. All work and no play makes a guy horny and the way he had been feeling lately even the crack of dawn looked good. Get a good look sweetie, Curt mused as he stretched his arms and twisted his back, hoping that he was putting on a good show for whomever was there. They had to be interested in the body, because he knew that he was far from being a matinee idol, unless one considered the bulldog that used to be on those old Warner Brothers cartoons handsome. Curt's face was ruddy and weathered, showing all the effects of his fifty two years and the toll of working out in the elements. Still, the body was still impressive even if it did ache a bit more than it used to. The 210 pounds was packed tight on his six-foot frame and just about every bulge was muscle. His shoulders and arms were massive and his chest was as broad as it was when he was young. He had about a 10% body fat calculated during an immersion test at the gym a few years ago and little had changed since then. His biceps when tensed were as big as some guy's thighs and were one of the reasons he hung onto shirts like the one he had on because they got attention from a lot of people, both men and women. As Curt flexed and stretched he watched the blinds jiggle some more, and since his lips were dry and he could use a drink as well as a trip to the bathroom he decided to walk around the side of the house to duck in. Who knows, Curt thought, maybe he could find out who was looking out at him. The house was air conditioned and while it was probably about 68 degrees it felt like a meat locker, cool and refreshing on his sweaty hot skin as he went looking for the bathroom. Curt headed down a hall that wound down the wing of the house from the kitchen and although Curt found the bathroom he decided to take a few steps down the hall to the room at the end where he thought the moving blinds were located. Although Curt was as big as a bear he was surprisingly light on his feet and had done his best to be in a stealth mode as he reached the end of the hall. The cause of the rattling blinds was there behind them, craning his neck to see where the workman had gone, and Curt smiled and shook his head at his secret admirer. The kid was a boy, a tall and skinny lad who was as pale as a ghost and who hadn't lifted a weight in his life unless you called lifting what was in his right hand exercise. Curt could tell the kid's body structure because he was naked except for what seemed like pajamas down around his ankles and as he came into the room the kid still had the blinds lifted with his left hand while his right hand was - well while the kid had his back to him there was no doubt what he was doing. I'm flattered, Curt thought as he entered the room still undetected and while it was a sleazy scene to see the workman's only regret was that the peeping tom wasn't older because while the pale bony little butt was inviting he had no intention on going to prison for it. The kid was tall though and while the voyeur was obviously young Curt had noticed that they all looked young to him these days. The last guy he had picked up at a local bar looked 16 but was in fact 25, so he knew that looks were deceiving. When the kid remained oblivious to his presence Curt decided to let the kid know that the jig was up so in his deepest voice he bellowed, "Enjoying the show, kid?" and as his voice echoed in the little bedroom the young man spun around, nearly knocking the blinds clean off as he did. Harry Potter. That was Curt's initial impression when he saw the startled youth with his dick in his hand and his glasses akimbo turn to face him, and the boy let out a frightened bleat before bolting away from the window in panic. Where he might be headed to Curt had no idea because there was only one exit and he was standing between the door and the kid, and besides the boy had forgotten that his pajamas were bunched around his ankles so his first stride was his last as they tripped him up better than a linebacker could have. The lad went crashing to the floor, the only stop along the way being the foot board of his bed and after the back of his head thumped against the wood he went down to the carpet. He wasn't hurt but he was a bit dazed and more embarrassed than anything else. Nice dick, Curt mused as he looked at the long skinny cock which was deflating as he watched the boy try to cover himself while getting up. Curt decided to help as he grabbed a lock of the scruffy brown scalp and pulled him to his feet. The boy was almost as tall as he was but weighed next to nothing, the body not much more than skin and bones. "Sorry," the boy's reedy voice chirped as he shied away from the sweaty hulk holding him by the back of the neck. "Sorry." "Didn't mean to spoil the party kid," Curt snarled, the anger in his voice an act since he enjoyed playing the dominant role anyway and the kid was anything but that, but when he looked over and saw a few crumpled tissues on the night table Curt realized that the party had been going on all morning. I was young once, Curt thought as he looked at the crusty twisted tissues that likely held several orgasms and the older man longed for the days when that would have been him jacking off while watching Superman or Jack LaLanne in his bedroom. "Your mother know about your habit?" Curt asked as he kept his grip on the boy's neck and although it must have hurt the boy didn't really protest. "Mom - she doesn't understand," he sniffed. "Well why aren't you out playing ball or riding your bike with the other kids then?" "I'm not a kid. I'm 19." "Yeah, and I'm 20," Curt replied as he looked at the lad's scrawny chest and at his long legs which were as smooth as a female fresh from a waxing. "I was born at night but not last night." "I am. I'm going to be a sophomore at State in the fall." "That so? What's your name?" "Bradley, sir." "Well Bradley, if you're 19 it's time to start acting like a man," Curt advised as he let go of his neck and looked at the kid in a different way. "You see something you like you go out and introduce yourself." "Not good with people," Bradley sniffed, as if Curt didn't know that already. The kid was a geek, or a nerd, or whatever they called eggheads these days. As Curt looked around the room there were only books and video games and instead of posters of hot guys or gals there were pictures of what were probably characters from video games and even - Harry Potter. Seeing that made Curt chuckle, and the more he looked at the lean and lanky lad the more he liked the kid. Bradley's body was nearly smooth except for a little tuft of light brown curls over his dick and as for the kid's cock, before it had shriveled from shock and fright it had looked mighty nice. Skinny as hell but the lad hadn't been cheated as far as length went. "Guess it wouldn't do if your mother came home and saw us in here," Curt said as he started to leave the room. "Mom - she won't be back until late. At least 6," Bradley explained. "Well, I came in to take a leak," Curt said as he retreated. "The bathroom is right next to this room," Bradley informed the workman and then he walked warily past Curt and led him out to the hall, even waving his hand towards the toilet like Vanna White after turning on the light. Curt walked past the boy and undid his shorts when he reached the bowl, and after he dropped them down he saw Bradley was there in the doorway staring at him. "Want to hold it for me too?" Curt snickered but although he had made the comment in jest he was stunned to see the lad walking over to him. "I was kidding," Curt said as Bradley came up next to him. "You said that I should act like a man if I saw something I liked," he replied as he looked over Curt's shoulder. "Be my guest," Curt said as Bradley's trembling hand reached around and lifted his flaccid cock while coaxing the long foreskin back a bit. "Might take a few seconds. Happens when you get old." "I'm in no hurry," Bradley said as he gave the thick organ a little pull while leaning against Curt's bare shoulder with his face. "I knew you would have a big one. How long is it hard?" "How the hell would I know? I'm too bust using it to waste time measuring it. Why, you want to do it?" Curt said with a sneer. "If you want," Bradley said as he directed the dick towards the center of the bowl and waited. "Must be over 6" soft." "You like the big ones son?" Curt asked as he began to tinkle, and as the drops became a flow he saw Bradley nod. "Ever have one before?. "Not like yours man," Bradley opined while his fingers squeezed the rubbery organ. "You don't seem to mind that I'm all sweaty," Curt apologized as he saw Bradley's nostrils flare as he seemed to try and inhale what had to be a ripe aroma. "Turns me on," Bradley mumbled as he let his tongue scrape the salty skin on the reddened shoulder of the worker. "Turns me on a lot. The heat is pouring out of your body. When I was watching you I was imagining what you would taste like." "That right?" Curt asked as he stopped peeing, and after Bradley shook it way more than necessary he wiggled up closer beside Curt who was lifting his beefy arm up until it was over Bradley's bony shoulder, and while keeping a wary eye on the workman the twink leaned down and buried his face in Curt's armpit. "Damn," Curt gasped as he watched Bradley's face disappear into the sweaty hollow and let his tongue slide up the length of the profusely hairy pit while pulling on the workman's stiffening cock well after it stopped going. "Want to suck you off," Bradley blurted out as he pulled his face out from under the workman's arm and promptly sat down on the toilet where he grabbed the stiffening tool and stuffed it in his mouth. "Ooh... easy," Curt sighed as he felt a way-too-quick orgasm building up inside of him, and with that Bradley's mouth slowed down. Holding the base of the veiny tool in his left fist, Bradley's lips slid expertly up and down the half of the sweaty cock they could reach while his right hand worked furious on his own erection, his fist pumping up and down like a jackhammer. "Slow down son," Curt said, and although it felt good this place were not right for the older man, and so he reached down and picked up the bag of bones from the toilet seat to face him. "Let's go back to your bedroom." Curt chuckled as the skinny kid, looking like a praying mantis as he walked briskly ahead of him, his pert little butt cheeks wiggling along with the bouncing of his dick, while the workman walked out of the shorts that had never been raised back up and left them in the hall. "You got lube?" Curt asked as he undid the buttons on his shirt, and after he was done pulled the skimpy garment from his body and tossed it aside, all under the stare of his young admirer. "Well?" Curt said as he pulled on his cock to stay somewhat hard. "Oh - yeah - sorry," Bradley mumbled when he remembered he had been asked a question, and after he went to his dresser and reached under some clothes he pulled out a handful of lubes in many brands and flavors. "Damn son, you must spend a lot of time in your room," Curt opined as he was offered his choice, which he differed to the lad. "Mom says that too," Bradley said as he picked a tube and filled his hand with the gel before reaching down to grab the workman's half-mast weapon, lathering the tool up generously and watching it get stiff again immediately. "Oh man, you're like Larry the Cable Guy with muscles and a monster cock. I can't believe this is really happening." "Believe son," Curt said after Bradley had turned his cock into a glistening 9" weapon, and after taking the tube from the boy's shaking hand motioned for him to get onto the edge of the bed on all fours, which he did like he had wings. "Nice," Curt sighed as he surveyed what he was about to make his, the pert buttocks already slightly spread and the lad's nuts hanging down between his scrawny thighs making a delightful view. "You've got a sweet little ass on you son - nice nuts too." "Aw!" Bradley groaned when the workman's greasy hand seized his nuts and toyed with them, first kneading the dangling orbs and gradually getting a little rougher with the sac, cackling when the boy did not protest but only groaned louder when he spanked the bony butt loudly. Letting go of the scrotum, Curt turned his attention the his target, and after parting the cheeks saw the tan puckered ring staring back at him. "You say you've taken it up the ass before?" Curt asked as he pushed a lubed finger into the orifice and found it tight and hot. "Yeah," Bradley grunted as the probe pushed deeper. "Few times, but not with anybody as big as you." "Having second thoughts?" Curt suggested as he spun his fingers into the cauldron. "No," Bradley answered as he wiggled his butt back towards the workman. "Fuck my ass hard. Make me squeal like a bitch mister." "Think your little boy pussy can take a man like me?" Curt asked as the finger came out and the bulb of his cock prepared to take its place, the veins in his swollen monster seeming to pulsate in his fist as the tip touched the ring, and when he got no reply he leaned forward. Bradley cried out as the bulbous glans forced itself inside the ring, and he kept howling as Curt eased more and more of himself into the lad, only pausing when he was half in. "Oh man!" Bradley sobbed when the workman briefly stopped to let him catch his breath, crying out when Curt's hand loudly slapped his butt. "Feels like you're fisting me." "Maybe later," Curt responded as he pulled out a bit before sliding back toward the pale ass a little further, happy that the kid was taking it like a man, and with that he grabbed onto the bony hips and began thrusting in and out with an ever-increasing passion while occasionally smacking Bradley's reddening butt with his palm. "Damn!" Bradley cried out as his backside rose with every brutal push, and the bed actually began moving slightly across the room as the workman lost any semblance of control, sweat flying off his body as he savaged the lad. Curt couldn't last long and didn't, but just as he was about to cum he pulled out and grabbed the nerd by the back of his scalp while scrambling onto the bed. "Here!" the workman snarled as he pushed his cock into the boy's face just before it erupted, coating the geek's face with ropes of his seed until the lad's puss looked like a xmas tree badly decorated with garland. "That's what I'm talkin' about." "Wish you came in my ass mister," Bradley said after the workman climbed off the bed. "You really ripped me up." "I thought you liked it rough," Curt snarled as he watched Bradley wiping the cum off his face. "It was awesome but the cum burns my eyes. I like it when the semen warms me up inside afterward." "Maybe next time, but for now I gotta get back to work," Curt announced as he threw his clothes back on. "You want me to make you lunch later?" Bradley asked. "Sure kid, and you can put on a french maid's outfit too while you're at it," Curt chuckled as he went back to working on the shed. It didn't get any cooler in the time he was inside, and an hour later he was ready to go over to the hose and douse his head when he heard the screen door open behind him. "Mister?" said the boy who was standing in the doorway. "Do you like ham or turkey?" "What the?" Curt muttered as he looked over and saw Bradley, and as the workman walked toward the house he called out, "Step out onto the porch." Bradley hardly hesitated as he stepped out onto the porch, and Curt smiled when he saw that it looked like Bradley was naked except for the apron he wore that proudly proclaimed "I hate to cook." "Turn around," Curt said, and when the boy did as he was told the workman looked at the lad's bare bottom which was still pink from before." "Mom don't have no french maid's outfit," Bradley said as he turned back around to face Curt, the front of the apron tenting outward. "Lift your apron," Curt commanded, and when the lad did so the workman added, "Jerk yourself off." Bradley's hand went directly to his stiff prick, and as his fist slid up and down his dick he held the apron up with the other. "You'd make somebody a cute little bitch, you know that? You're obedient. I like that. Anything you won't do?" "Not if you gets you to fuck my boy pussy some more," Bradley said proudly. "You look like you got even sweatier. If you want I'll give you a bath, either in the tub or with my tongue." "What are you a cat, you kinky little fucker?" Curt snickered, and as he watched the kid's fist flying up and down his cock the boy asked him, "Do you want me to cum?" "Go ahead," Curt said, and seconds later Bradley's prong sent out a few jets of his semen over the edge of the porch. "Good boy," Curt declared as he went back to work for a few minutes. "And turkey will be good. No mayo." "Yes sir," Bradley said before his pink butt ducked inside. "And shave," Curt said, and after Bradley ran his face over a cheek that had never felt a razor the workman made it clear what he meant. "Shave your legs and armpits, and your pubes too," Curt commanded. "Shouldn't take you too long seeing how little hair there is." "Yes sir," Bradley said, and after going inside Curt chuckled to himself, pleased at finding a boy toy who had a lot of promise. *** Thank you for reading.