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Ben Around Ch. 01

By: johnbaldwin1



Chapter 01: Snowstorm

The snowstorm seemed to come out of nowhere, either because it surprised the weathermen, or because Ben hadn't paid attention to the news in a while. To him, it was an ordinary Wednesday on the road, so he had stopped by the local mall food court on his way back from work. 

This week, work had been meeting with general contractors in Cleveland for a building development he helped design. His architecture firm probably didn't need to send him to another city to meet with contractors, but they liked to look like their firm was "involved" every step of the way. Ben didn't mind. Getting away once in a while wasn't bad, and while Cleveland was as unremarkable as he suspected, it was a change in scenery at least. And yet he had just finished a chicken sandwich from a fast food chain in a food court that could have been anywhere.

He headed back out to the parking garage, nearly forgetting where he had parked the rental SUV, and was suddenly thankful that the gas-guzzling 4x4 was the only thing the rental agency had left. Huge flakes of white snow were falling fast between levels of the garage. It looked like it was going to be a real blizzard. He found his rental, got in and started it up.

Just as he was getting ready to back up, a group of five people began to approach a minivan to his right. The first climbed into the driver's seat and attempted to start it up. Click click click, followed by cursing.

"Not working again?" he heard another person say.

Ben threw the shifter back into park, stepped out and asked if the driver needed a jump.

"Gotta check under the hood," said the goateed man. By then, the other four were grumbling and shaking their heads. This clearly wasn't the first time this man's vehicle had broken down.

The hood propped open, Ben could see the driver shaking his head. "Geez. I fix one thing, something else breaks."

"Sure it isn't just the battery?" said Ben.

"Nah. Put a new one in yesterday. Probably the sparkplugs or something," the driver replied. "I'm sure I can fix it with parts from the store."

Ben presumed the group must have been employees of one of the stores in the mall, probably Dex's.

"How long's it gonna take?" asked a stringy-haired blonde woman.

"Couple hours," the man responded.

"This blows." "Seriously, Marty?" "I gotta start driving myself to work." It was a roundtable of complaints.

"Just a couple of hours. They'll get the roads clear by then. You can hang out in the store while I fix it," Marty defended himself.

"I have a dog at home, remember?" said one woman. She was a woman of average height, with greasy brown hair. "I can't say any longer or he'll pee all over the apartment."

"Sorry, Rachel," said Marty. "Nothing I can do but try to fix it."

Ben looked at the woman. "How far are you all from here?"

The stringy-haired blonde answered for her. "Most of us are about twenty minutes from here, but Rachel only lives seven miles away."

Rachel shrugged. "I could walk home faster than it would take for Marty to fix the minivan."

"If you're only seven miles away," said Ben, "I can give you a lift. In fact, I can try to drop you all off."

Marty chimed in. "By the time you got everyone back to their homes and got back to wherever you live, you'd be stranded in this."

"Well, I'm in a hotel about ten minutes from here," said Ben.

"Tell you what," said the stringy-haired blonde. "Why don't you just get Rachel home to her dog? If the storm dies down and you're able to get back here, I'm sure none of us would complain, but I'm sure Marty will get this beast running again, so don't worry about it either."

"Are you sure about this?" Rachel asked.

Ben smiled. "It's no problem, really."

Rachel shrugged and climbed into the passenger side of Ben's SUV. "Later, suckers," she joked to her coworkers.

Ben started the engine and pulled out of the parking garage. "You're completely okay getting a lift from a total stranger?" he asked.

"I'm Rachel," she said.

"Ben."

"See? We aren't strangers anymore."

The roads were bad. Even with a 4x4, ice had been building up on the road and it was slow going. Ben did his best to ease Rachel's fears with small-talk. "How long have you worked at Dex's? Are you originally from Cleveland? Do you have family in the area?" Things of that sort. "Too long. Indianapolis originally. No."

If Ben had to guess, Rachel was about thirty. She wasn't a beauty queen, but she also wasn't unattractive. She carried some extra weight. At least it seemed like it, based on what he could gauge under her thick jacket and sweat pants. She spent much of the ride to her apartment making sarcastic jokes about her carpooling coworkers and asking Ben questions. "Where are you from? What do you do? Is this your first time in Cleveland?"

"Baltimore. Architect. Yes."

It was a good thing Ben didn't take all of the carpoolers. Just the seven miles to Rachel's apartment took fifteen minutes, and while his hotel was ten minutes from the mall, it was ten minutes in the opposite direction.

He pulled into the parking lot of a two-story row of apartments.

"Really, Ben," Rachel said, "thank you so much for the lift. I can't even tell you what this means to me."

Grabbing her bag and opening the door, she nervously, quickly leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then she stepped out, closed the door and headed to the apartment.

Ben smiled to himself. He was always being told he was a good-looking guy, but it wasn't every day relative strangers gave him a kiss. He put the SUV in reverse and looked over his shoulder out the back window. Rachel stood by the door to the apartment waving as her Chocolate Labrador bounded around in the snow nearby.

As Ben started to press down on the accelerator, he nearly missed getting run over by the shovel of a snowplow as it barreled on by, throwing a mountain of snow at the back of his vehicle.

"No way," he muttered under his breath. Rachel was running toward his SUV, shouting "Are you okay?"

Ben got out and looked at the pile of snow that blocked his way. "Yeah. I'm alright. You wouldn't happen to have a snow shovel would you?"

"Wouldn't do you any good," she said. "By the time you cleared it out, they'll be back through again and block you in. Why do you think I carpool with those misfits?"

"Great," Ben sighed.

"I'm so sorry," Rachel winced. "This storm is nuts. You're welcome to come inside. I don't think there's anything we can do until it stops snowing."

Ben weighed his options. Being stuck in a stranger's apartment for what was looking like hours could go very badly. Then again, it wasn't like he had much of a choice, given the circumstances. "Yeah, alright," he said as he walked up one side of the snowy hill and down the other.

Rachel lived on the second floor in an apartment that looked more like a college dorm room than a place for guests. Clothes were bundled on the floor. She obviously wasn't expecting visitors. "Make yourself at home," she joked. "I'll try to clear you a spot."

She lifted some items from a nearby chair, tossing them to the other chair in the room. Then she removed her jacket and gloves, tossing them onto the same chair. "That's the junk chair," she laughed to herself. "It's where I put the junk."

Ben sat down and looked at Rachel. Her jacket removed, she wore a tee shirt with sweat pants. Her ample breasts looked to be about a G. She carried some weight and had a bit of a tummy. She turned around and walked toward the refrigerator, opening the door and bending at the waist to peek inside. Her ass was plump and round, and suddenly Ben felt uncomfortable.

"What do you want?" she asked. "You want water or... all I have is water."

"I'll have that, then," Ben laughed.

Rachel walked over, handed him a bottle of water and then sat on the arm of his chair with her own bottle in hand. Her plentiful backside molded to the contour of the chair arm, pushing her thigh against Ben's shoulder. She tipped her water bottle toward his, pretending to clink glasses. "To snowstorms in Cleveland," she toasted.

Ben smiled. "To snowplows," he followed suit.

Rachel took a swig of her water. "To hot guys coming to my rescue."

"Oh, please," said Ben. "To a place to wait out the storm."

Rachel smacked him on the knee and stood. "The remote's on the coffee table if you can find it," she said. "And really," she said, "I don't know what I can do to thank you."

The news coverage of the storm became pretty much the same thing over and over after a couple of hours. One thing was for certain. It was going to be a long time before Ben was getting back to his hotel.

He turned off the TV and looked out the window at his SUV. It was firmly lodged behind a wall of snow. "Wow," said Rachel. "I'm so, so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Ben said.

"If you hadn't volunteered to take me home, you'd be back at your hotel by now."

"And I'd probably be plowed in."

"True."

"Any word from your carpool friends?"

"Yeah. They're still at Dex's. Fran and Debbie keep texting me with ways I can thank you."

Ben laughed uncomfortably. "Any good ones?"

"Gift certificates to Dex's," she smiled.

"Ah," Ben smiled. "That's not necessary."

"Also, they said I should bake you a cake."

"Really," Ben said. "There's no need for anything like that."

"The third option was that I could blow you," she grinned.

"You could do what, now?"

"A blow job," she repeated. "It's when a girl puts your cock in her mouth and..."

"I know," Ben scratched his head, unsure whether she was expecting a laugh.

"And I know a good suggestion when I hear one," said Rachel as she gently pushed him back into the chair. "It's not like we're going anywhere for a while. I've never heard of a man turning down good head, and I'm damn good at it."

She lifted her tee shirt over her head and tossed it onto the junk chair. She leaned over him, her hands on the chair arms, her cleavage on full display, her lips near his.

"Well?" she breathed.

It was as if he didn't even think. His hands slid up her arms, pulling her closer and his lips pressed against hers.

She relaxed onto him, as their tongues peeked slightly between each other's parted lips. She pulled away, wet her lips with her tongue, giggled and slid backwards toward the floor, letting her arms and hands trail down Ben's body. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock.

"Mmm," she said, stroking it in her right hand. "You have a really big dick." She was nearly salivating as she massaged his erection in front of her face. "Want me to suck it, hero?"

"Well, after all," smiled Ben, "you do owe me for the ride."

Rachel bit her lower lip and smiled mischievously. She licked the tip of Ben's cock, then slid her lips over the end and began to suck him. "Oh, that feels so fucking good," said Ben.

Her tongue curled around the sides as she slid him into her mouth and back out. She ran her lips down the length of his cock and then drew them back to the end. Then she licked from the base of his shaft all the way up the underside and plunged it back into her mouth.

He ran his fingers through her slightly greasy hair and pushed it back away from her face. His hand remained planted on the back of her head as she slurped and sucked. There were only the wet sounds of her blowjob and Ben's occasional moans.

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum."

Rachel sped up her pace as though on a mission. Tension built in Ben's body as he neared completion. His balls tightened and a hot overload of sensation ran up his cock. It overpowered him as he released, shooting his cum into her mouth.

His whole body collapsed into the cushion of the chair, and Rachel swallowed his cum, licking his still engorged cock to prolong the experience. She looked up at him, lust in her eyes. "Not a bad way to warm up on a cold day," she laughed. "I think you've been saving that up for a while."

Ben was thankful to be spared the awkward what-do-we-do-now routine. Rachel simply threw her tee shirt back on, stood and checked the weather report. Ben fastened his pants and listened in.

"They're saying that the storm has passed this area," she said. "They just plowed. Did you want to try digging out?"

"Got a shovel?" he replied.

"There are two down by the door. Let me throw my jacket on. I'll help you out."

It turned out that Rachel wasn't terrific help when it came to snow removal. Digging out became a two-hour-long battle with a mountain of wet snow, and definitely got Ben's blood flowing. It didn't help that the sun was setting. Rachel took a lot of breaks, stopping to complain about her coworkers or joke about the pranks they played on each other after hours. It was fine by him. Listening to her helped pass the time during the tedious process, and it was likely more helpful than when she had moved small amounts of snow.

She asked him about his job, about his relationships, and whether his girlfriend would be angry if she knew he had gotten a blowjob while away. Ben certainly knew the answer to that question. Jenna didn't need to know any of this.

"Why do you think I have a girlfriend?" he asked.

"Oh, please," Rachel replied. "No ring, but a guy that looks like you do always has a girlfriend." She looked at him with a satisfied look on her face. "It doesn't matter to me. I don't give a shit, but I'm totally right."

Ben laughed and went back to shoveling.

"Yeah, I thought so," said Rachel. "I'm gonna head in and check the weather report."

It was dark by the time Ben finished digging out. He set the shovel by the door and walked up the Rachel's apartment. She stood in front of the TV, lit only by its glow. It was clear she had removed her bra. Her nipples were evident through her tee shirt.

"Where did you say your hotel was?" she asked.

"It was ten minutes from the mall, the other way," he replied.

"Well, there are car accidents all over, and there was a major power outage throughout Palma and Shaker Heights," said Rachel. "Why don't you hold tight for a while so I know you're not gonna get in an accident or get stuck without heat."

"Okay, sounds good," he agreed.

"Want a drink?" Rachel asked as she headed toward the kitchen.

Ben watched her from behind as he followed her. "Sure," he said.

She opened the cupboards and leaned slightly in to look for a couple of glasses.

Ben stepped up behind her, grabbing onto her hips and pressing his erection against her ass. She wiggled her hips and he slid his hands up her sides, lifting her shirt on the way to her full tits. He squeezed her soft flesh as he kissed the back of her neck.

"Oh, fuck me," exclaimed Rachel.

Ben's left hand drifted toward her ass, pulling down the back of her sweatpants. His right hand unzipped his pants, and he pulled out his hard cock. He ran his cock head along her ass crack.

A playful chuckle escaped Rachel's lips. Ben placed the length of his shaft between her ass cheeks and slid up and down.

"You like that, you hot fucking hero?" she said.

Ben's moan was the only answer she needed. She planted her elbows on the countertop. Ben slid down her crack until he reached her pussy. He slowly glided in, letting her savor the sensation. A little bit. A little deeper. A little deeper.

He fucked her from behind as he ran his hands over her erect nipples. Her soft, doughy body undulated with each thrust.

He pulled out, grabbed her by the arm and spun her forcefully, pressing against her and kissing her deeply. "Mmm," Rachel moaned. "Take your clothes off and fuck my brains out," she said.

Ben stood back and unbuttoned his shirt. He slid it off at the sleeves and threw it aside. All the while, his big, hard cock stood naked and at attention. Rachel ran her left hand over his chest as, with her right, she tugged on his pants until they fell. Ben kicked them off his ankles.

He grabbed her wrist and walked backwards to the bedroom. He lifted Rachel's tee shirt until the shirt was around her wrists, over her head. She fell backward onto the bed, and Ben held the tee shirt against the mattress with his left hand, pinning her wrists. He kissed her. His tongue invaded her mouth as his right hand slid down under the waistband of her sweatpants and rubbed the slick mound of her pussy.

He pulled the tee shirt the rest of the way off her wrists and kissed down her chest, over the swell of her big, soft tits. His tongue licked at her right nipple. His lips caressed her breast as he sucked. His fingers, now wet with the arousal of Rachel's pussy, rubbed her clit and then slid into her. His mouth tasted her ample tit as his fingers fucked her.

Her head was thrown back. She was deep in sensation. Ben was hitting all the right buttons.

Her moaning became louder and louder, until Ben, sensing her desperation, pulled her sweatpants and panties down her legs, casting them aside. He lay atop her naked body and slowly slid his hard cock into her pussy.

"You feel so good," she said. "I want you."

Ben moved in and out, slowly pleasing her swollen pussy. She panted. Sweat dripped from his body, mixing with the sweat that fell in heavy droplets from her own skin. Her hair was wet with exertion as she pushed back on each thrust.

"Mmm, yes," Ben said. "Take it deep."

She began to cry out as she built to her first orgasm. It was intense, but wasn't to be her last. Quickly after, as Ben fucked her so hard the bed shook, her pussy erupted again.

He prompted her to roll over, got behind her and pushed back in. He fucked her deep and fast as he neared orgasm. Finally, he slipped his cock from her pussy and erupted, shooting hot cum over the surface of her big, fat ass.

Rachel looked back at him, strands of wet hair clung to her face and a wicked smile crooked the corner of her lips. "That was fucking great," she said.

Ben fell down onto the bed. "Oh yeah," he said. "That's how to pass time during a snow storm."

"Fucking a stranger?" Rachel asked.

Ben laughed. "Yeah." 

Ben Around Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Girlfriends

Jenna fidgeted nervously as she waited for Ben to arrive at the airport pickup lane. His plane arrived late, the result of a series of delays caused by a massive snowstorm in Cleveland. A few minutes of waiting for his baggage and Ben would be coming through the door, happy to be back in Baltimore and anxious to find out about her week.

She brushed a strand of her auburn hair away from her face and hoped that her new haircut would be enough of a distraction to postpone the inevitable discussion until after they got back home. She honestly didn't know how he would react and she certainly didn't want to find out in the car.

There he was, stepping through the automatic doors. She'd recognize that face anywhere. Damn, he was good-looking. Ben dropped his suitcase into the back seat, and got into the passenger seat.

"Hi Jenna," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

"Welcome back," Jenna replied, quickly depositing an obligatory kiss on his lips.

She pulled away from the terminal and made her way back onto 195. Jenna felt like she was prolonging their silence. "Like my new haircut?" she asked.

"I love it," Ben answered. "You cut, like, five inches off. It's nice."

"Thanks."

"Yeah. You look great."

"Thanks."

Silence.

"So, quite a snowstorm in Cleveland," she said. "Were you stuck at the hotel during that?"

"Yeah," said Ben. "Power went out, so I ended up playing solitaire on my phone." It was a total lie, but he wasn't about to admit to cheating on her with a stranger. Even so, the memory of his sweat-soaked body sliding against another woman's skin was making him aroused. He looked over at Jenna, hoping she was in the mood.

"Sounds pretty boring," Jenna commented.

"How about you?" he asked. "Did you do anything fun while I was away?"

"I worked a lot," she half-answered.

"I know you hate to cook when I'm not here," he said. "Did you eat out a lot?"

Jenna stifled a huge laugh. "Um. Yeah. The pizza delivery guy knew the route by memory."

The conversation finally began to loosen up about half way back to Jenna's house. They discussed the project Ben had been assigned to in Cleveland. They could always rely upon Architecture as a topic. They had met when they were both working at the same firm. After Jenna was laid off, she took a lot of consulting jobs, but still hadn't found anything permanent.

They arrived at the house and Ben put away his luggage. He took a much-needed bathroom break and freshened up in the mirror. His mind wandered again, filled with images of entering Rachel from behind during the snowstorm in Cleveland, how good it felt as he approached climax. He had to clear his head. He brushed his teeth and began to head out of the bathroom.

There, on the end of one of the towel racks, hung a pair of black panties with red edging. "Very nice," he said to himself. "Something new."

He walked into the living room, where Jenna was working on her laptop. He grabbed her hand and lifted her to her feet. His arms slipped across her back and he kissed her. "Must have had a big surprise in mind for me when I got home, huh Jenna."

Jenna tightened her brow. "A surprise?" she said. "I don't think so."

Ben held the panties up. "These are nice. Are they new?" he said.

The color seemed to drain from Jenna's face.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked.

"Uh," Jenna replied nervously. "Ben, I think we need to talk."

"These aren't for me, are they?" he asked.

"Ben, I ran into some old colleagues on Tuesday. We went out for drinks," she began.

Ben could sense where the story was headed, but felt like anything he could say would be hypocritical.

Jenna continued. "Preston was there... and, um. You know who else was there? Do you remember Heidi?"

Ben nodded.

"She was there too," Jenna went on. "Actually, it turns out she had a huge crush on you when we all worked at Burns & Jarvis."

"Oh, well that's..." Ben trailed off.

"Me and Heidi were really hitting it off, but I had a few too many, and Preston was hitting on me a lot... Anyway, I needed a ride home, so I used Heidi as an excuse to get out of there... We, um, got back to the car, and we were talking... and one thing kind of led to another."

"What do you mean?" Ben asked.

"I'm sorry, Ben. Those panties belong to Heidi. I don't really know what happened, but, well, you've seen Heidi. She's fucking hot and I just couldn't help it."

"You had sex," said Ben.

Jenna nodded. "I didn't realize it, but apparently I'm a little bit bisexual. Please say something."

"What did you do with her?"

"Like, stuff."

"Is it over?"

"I... I don't think so."

"So, like, what? One night with Heidi and you're just going to dump me for her?"

"No, Ben. No," she said. She grabbed his arms. "No. I want to be with you, but, sometimes... with her too."

"Interesting," Ben commented. "You want to be able to have someone on the side."

"That's one way to put it," Jenna replied.

"What's in it for me?" asked Ben.

Jenna slid her hands down Ben's arms and pressed herself against him. "You, Ben, get to fuck around, and that's not all."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, as I said, Heidi had a crush on you," said Jenna. "So, well, you can join us from time to time."

A smile emerged on Ben's face.

"You like that idea. Don't you?" Jenna pressed.

"Yeah."

Jenna closed in. Her lips were so close that Ben could feel her breath as she spoke. "Then maybe tonight I can give you a little welcome back present."

"Is she coming over?"

"Only if you want."

Ben nodded.

Jenna looked positively giddy. She vanished to the kitchen to call Heidi. Ben couldn't quite hear what was being said, but it involved a lot of giggling. After she hung up, she pulled together some dinner and sat down with Ben.

As they ate, they didn't say much. They were almost done when Ben slid his hand up her thigh toward the hem of her skirt. She closed her eyes, dropped her fork and leaned her head back. Ben's fingers slid under the fabric of her panties. He began to rub her pussy, which became progressively wetter. His middle finger teased at her hole and she moaned. She cinched up her skirt and Ben rapidly finger-fucked her. 

The doorbell rang, but Jenna grabbed Ben's arm, holding his hand in place. "Don't stop," she moaned. He worked at her wet pussy until her moans became screams. "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" And then she became silent as her body tensed in orgasm. 

She panted as she sat recovering, running her hands through her hair. She stood and walked toward the door while pulling her skirt back down. She opened the door and said, "Sorry about that. I had to finish something."

A voice from outside replied. "I know. I heard. Sounds like you couldn't wait."

"Come on in," Jenna said.

In walked Heidi. Ben had forgotten how hot she was. Heidi was about an inch shorter than Jenna, maybe 5'6". She had pale skin and raven-black hair that curled in cascades down to her chest. Her proportions were similar to Jenna's, slim but not skinny at the waist, C-cup breasts that bordered on D, with a nice curve to her hips and ass. Heidi's button-down shirt was undone far enough to flaunt her cleavage, and she wore tight-fitting black pants. She was dressed to impress. "Not for long," Ben thought.

"So, there's Ben," Heidi said, walking slowly toward him. "Hotter than I remember."

"Good to see you again, Heidi," Ben said as he stood.

She placed her hands on his chest and slid them up toward his shoulders. "Good to see you too. It seems we have the same taste in women. You know I had sex with Jenna while you were away." Her lips neared Ben's and she whispered, "Does that excite you?"

Ben smiled. "Why don't you check to be sure."

Heidi's hand slid down his chest, down his stomach and over the bulge in his jeans. "Mmm. I'll take that as a yes."

"Okay you two," Jenna laughed. "Don't forget about me."

Heidi turned and walked to Jenna, being sure to sway her hips for Ben's enjoyment. "I could never forget you," she said as she passionately kissed Jenna's lips.

"I can't wait to get you naked," said Jenna. She led Heidi by the hand to the bedroom and Ben followed. He sat on the end of the bed and watched as Jenna and Heidi kissed, their tongues seeming to battle between their enjoined mouths. Jenna licked Heidi's neck and she frantically undressed her. Heidi's hands slid under Jenna's clothing, one article at a time, pulling them off and discarding them effortlessly.

Their clothes were off. Their skin was pressed together. Their lips roamed and hands wandered. Between kisses, Jenna moaned "Ben, mmm, you'd better, mmm, get your clothes off." Ben complied quickly, and soon he was naked, stroking his fully erect cock, watching two gorgeous women tear into each other with lust.

Heidi's eyes wandered over to Ben. "Mmm. Nice cock," she said. She pulled Jenna toward him, then knelt, grabbed hold of his dick and started to suck. "Wow," said Jenna. "That's so hot. Do you like that, Ben?"

"Oh yeah," he replied.

"Then you'll fucking love this," Jenna whispered. She knelt next to Heidi, who offered his cock to her waiting lips. Jenna sucked him with a passion he hadn't ever seen from her. She offered him back to Heidi and she took another turn. She slid his dick from her mouth and kissed Jenna again. They parted, smiling at each other for a moment and then Heidi licked along one side of his cock. Jenna joined on the other side, and they massaged his big, hard dick with their lips, which met as they reached the tip. Their sucking continued, alternating, first Heidi, then Jenna, then Heidi again.

Ben pulled Jenna close, licking her nipple and sucking it while Heidi continued to blow him. He fell back onto the bed, pulling Jenna down to him, kissing her. Heidi pulled him out of her mouth and held him in her hand while nudging her leg. Jenna took the hint, straddling Ben as Heidi guided his cock into her pussy.

Jenna rode on his cock, lifting herself up into cowgirl position. Heidi crawled onto the bed next to Jenna and kissed Ben. Her tongue invaded his mouth as Jenna's pussy slid up and down on his cock.

"Oh yeah," Ben said between kisses. "I want to eat your pussy."

Heidi didn't waste time. She placed her knees next to his shoulders, facing Jenna, and then she lowered herself until her pussy rested gently against Ben's lips. His tongue lapped at her slippery outer folds and he parted them to press it against her clit, licking and sucking her pussy.

She leaned forward, grasping one of Jenna's breasts in her hand and kissing her nipple. The three bodies moved together as they pleasured each other. Jenna's voice had a rattle to it, as though she was overcome. "You like how her pussy tastes, Ben?"

"Mmm."

"I'm so fucking wet," Jenna continued. "You know how I taste when I get wet."

Heidi kissed her. "I know, and I'd love to be reminded."

Jenna dismounted from Ben. Heidi lifted herself off of Ben's lips and lied down on her back. She grabbed Ben's shoulder. "Fuck me," she said.

Ben got between her legs, his knees under her thighs, propping them up. He slowly slid into her waiting pussy as Jenna kissed him. "Mmm," Jenna said. "You taste like pussy." She then straddled Heidi's face. Ben watched her tongue lap at Jenna's pussy. His cock was hot and wet with Heidi's juices and he fucked her harder. 

"Yes," Jenna cried out. "Fuck her so good. Make her cum."

Ben went deep into Heidi, and she gasped for air while her tongue slipped in and out of Jenna's hole. Her body tensed the way Jenna's did whenever she was getting ready to have an orgasm. Her back lifted from the bed and she came, her juices running out of her.

Ben was nearing completion as Heidi's fragrant wetness dripped down his balls. He pulled out of her, moved quickly toward Jenna, cradled her head in his hand and shot his load across her face. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He collapsed onto the bed and Heidi got to her knees. She licked his cum from Jenna's face and kissed her. Their hands roamed freely over each other while their lips tangled in lustful passion, faces slick with Ben's ejaculate.

Jenna pushed Heidi onto her back and, without pretense, buried her face between Heidi's legs. The raven-haired beauty beckoned to Ben and began to lick his still-erect cock while her auburn-haired lover noisily slurped.

Heidi tensed again, spending all she had left, moaning her orgasm onto Ben's shaft. Jenna wrapped her arms around Ben and they fell together until they rested on the bed. Heidi continued to suck Ben until his erection subsided, then lied down as well.

The three took turns kissing and fondling. Their naked skin glistened. Their eyes were heavy with fatigue.

"Was that what you were expecting on your day back?" asked Jenna.

"Not at all," replied Ben.

"Sure beats being stuck in some snowstorm in Cleveland, huh?"

Ben smiled, remembering that a snowstorm in Cleveland had its perks too.

"So," said Heidi. "Did I pass the test? Are you okay with me fucking your girlfriend from time to time?"

"She's in good hands," said Ben.

"I'm sure Ben doesn't mind," said Jenna. "We kind of made a deal."

"Oh yeah?" Heidi smiled. "So, Ben, who are you going to fuck next?"



Ben Around Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Denisha

As an architect, working a sixty-hour week wasn't unheard of, especially if you worked for Brisco Hughes, but for Ben, a sixty-hour week had its perks. His office was next door to a bar and, if necessary, he could take his work there if he was working late.

The down side was that his social life was on hold, and at just the wrong time. It had been a month since his girlfriend Jenna revealed that she had begun a lesbian relationship with a woman named Heidi. The revelation led to an agreement that Ben could mess around too if he liked. Ben would have loved to cash in on that arrangement, but work kept him too busy to seek out candidates.

Ben stepped through the door of McCreary's pub, a roll of paper in hand. "Gin and tonic," he said as he sat at the bar and unrolled the paper. It was Brisco Hughes' next big monstrosity, plans for a skyscraper to be built in Toronto. It had no style, no attitude, just another tall building. Ben realized a long time ago that his ideas weren't welcome. It was Brisco's show and Ben was just a stage-hand.

His task was more busy-work, calculating the density required in the lower floors for the load-bearing supports. He made a note in the margin just as his drink arrived. He dropped a five dollar bill on the bar and took a sip. It was heavy on tonic, light on gin and not properly mixed. "How do you screw that up?" he thought.

At McCreary's, there was almost always someone else from Brisco Hughes hanging out. He looked down the bar to see if he could find any familiar faces. It was eight on a Thursday night and there was no one from work, just an array of faces he didn't recognize.

He took another sip and swiveled to look at the tables behind him. Most of the tables were empty, save for one at the back of the bar. Two women sat at the table. They looked familiar, but Ben couldn't be sure.

They were both black women. One was heavy-set with chestnut skin and an obvious weave. The other was very dark skinned with hair curled into spiral ringlets. How did he know them?

Ben became self-conscious when he realized they probably thought he was staring. They whispered to each other and giggled. Then the big woman waved to him and motioned with her hand to come over.

He pointed at his chest. The woman nodded. Ben stood and walked over.

"You're Brent, right?" she asked.

"Ben," he replied. "I'm sorry, but I don't know how I know you."

"I'm Janice. I work in payroll. This is Denisha."

"Nice to meet you," Ben said.

"Want to sit down?" she asked.

Denisha looked at Janice and bulged her eyes. Clearly, she didn't like that her friend had invited him over.

"Yeah, sure," said Ben, "if you both don't mind."

"Get your drink, Ben," said Denisha, attempting to save face, but being clear to her friend that it wasn't her first choice.

Ben strolled back to the bar, rolled up his schematic, grabbed his drink and headed to the back table. He hooked a foot around the chair leg, pulled it back and sat down, placing his drink on the table. "So, what's goin' on?" he asked.

"Oh, just having a debate with Denisha," said Janice.

"About what?" Ben asked.

"Nothing," said Denisha. "So, you work for Brisco Hughes?"

"Yep, for about a year now."

"Do you like it there?"

Ben took another sip from his drink. "It's... you know... it's fine."

"No, you're fine," said Janice. "Isn't he, Denisha?"

"Stop it, Janice," Denisha fired back.

Janice laughed. She couldn't seem to help herself. "Looks like he packin' something looong and white."

That seemed to break Denisha's icy attitude and she laughed. "She means the rolled up piece of paper you're carrying."

"Oh, this?" Ben asked. "Yeah, just something I'm working on."

"Now you have to show us," said Janice.

Ben nodded. "Okay, why not?" He unrolled the paper and showed them the drawing of a skyscraper with notes scribbled around the margin.

"Ha Haaaa," said Janice. "What's that look like, Denisha?"

Denisha covered her mouth. "Looks like a big dick to me."

"Somebody's compensating," laughed Janice.

"This is my boss's project," said Ben. "So if someone's compensating, it's Brisco Hughes."

Denisha laughed uncontrollably while a bewildered look crossed Ben's face.

"Aww, fuck," chuckled Janice. "Oh, girl. Go ahead and tell him."

"What? What's going on?" asked Ben.

Denisha extended her hand. "Nice to meet you," she said. "My name's Denisha Hughes."

Ben grabbed his hair. "Oh crap. I'm so sorry," he said, even though he couldn't help but laugh. "So, he's your dad?"

"Yeah," she answered, still giggling. "Now don't leave me hanging?"

Ben shook her hand. "It's a pleasure."

"It's a pleasure," she mocked. "Hell, sista," she looked at Janice. "That's why it wouldn't work."

"Why what wouldn't work?" asked Ben.

"All that 'it's a pleasure' fake shit with a handshake," said Denisha.

"I'm confused," said Ben. "Should I have fist bumped you or something?"

"She don't know what she talkin' about," said Janice. "Denisha's never been with a white guy before."

Denisha slapped her friend's arm. "Neither have you."

"Fucked Teddy's brains out," Janice argued.

"Teddy wears a trucker hat and drives a pimped-out civic with rims," said Denisha. "You fucked Eminem. That doesn't count."

Ben drank the rest of his gin and tonic. "So, you two are arguing about whether or not Denisha here should go white for a night, and you invited me over for what, exactly?"

"So you could fuck Denisha," said Janice.

Ben raised his eyebrows.

Denisha clarified. "That's what Janice wants, not me."

"Okay, so I came over so you could tell me you aren't interested in sleeping with a white guy?" asked Ben

"Maybe that came out wrong," said Denisha. "You're attractive. I just don't think you'd know what to do with me. You're used to white women."

Another drink appeared in front of Ben. He didn't remember ordering a second one. He smirked. "So, I'm attractive, huh?"

"Shit," she said. "Not fair."

"As for not knowing what to do with you," Ben said. "I'm pretty sure I'd figure something out."

"Ever even been with a black girl?" asked Denisha.

"No, but you haven't been with a white guy either," replied Ben. "So how do you know you'd know what to do?"

"I'm pretty sure I'd figure something out." She echoed. She stood, and started dancing to the song that was playing. Her hips swayed and as she turned, she bent to display her perfectly round ass. She turned to face him and ran her hands up over her stomach, being sure to tug up on her shirt enough to display her belly button. Then her hands glided up over her breasts, pushing them up to display generous cleavage at the top of her low-cut V-neck.

Ben was plenty erect and it was becoming obvious through his jeans.

"Damn," Janice said to Ben. "You KNOW you want to hit that. My girl Denisha has it going ON."

"I wouldn't turn her down," Ben replied.

Denisha sat down. "Hit it with what?" she said. "White boy doesn't have what it takes."

"Oh shit," said Janice. "Hot girl just called you out."

"Why don't you find out for yourself," Ben said, boldly gesturing to his lap. "Go ahead."

Denisha leaned forward hesitantly and ran her hand across his lap following his erection down to the end.

Janice leaned across the table to look. "Is he packin?" she asked.

"I've had bigger," replied Denisha, the corners of her full lips turning up into a smile.

"You're fucking with me," said Ben.

Just then, the waitress placed a beer in front of Denisha.

"Well, look at that," said Janice. "I gotta go. Feel free to enjoy your drinks you two."

"You bought these drinks to keep us here, Janice," said Denisha, trying not to laugh. "Fuck you."

"You're welcome," Janice replied, standing and kissing her friend on the cheek. "Enjoy," she said as she walked out of the bar.

After a few awkward moments, Ben finally took a sip of his gin and tonic. "So, what do you do for a living?"

Denisha answered that she worked as a hostess at a local restaurant and had a photography business she ran from her apartment. That led to a conversation about work, about where they grew up, school, and other small topics. The awkwardness wore off soon and they found themselves still talking an hour and a half later.

When the conversation finally lulled, Denisha said "I probably ought to head home. Thanks for having a drink with me and putting up with Janice's shit."

"It was fun," Ben replied. He stood, went to the bar and settled the tab. She passed by and waved to him on her way to the door. Ben followed, watching her round ass sway in front of him. They walked out the door and Denisha spun on her heel to face him.

She gave a single heavy breath through her nostrils, a curious look on her face. Then she hit Ben with a big surprise.

She stepped forward and pressed her lips to his. Her full lips were a new sensation that was not at all unpleasant. He kissed her back, slipping an arm across her back to press her body to his.

She parted from him, grabbed his hand and led him down the street.

"Where are we going?" Ben asked.

"Where do you think we're going, white boy?" said Denisha. "I live on the next block."

Upon arriving at her door, any reluctance had given way to raw lust. They were barely through the door when Denisha was kissing Ben and unbuttoning his shirt. He caught glimpses of what appeared to be a very cool apartment as clothes flew off an article at a time.

Denisha didn't mess around. She wanted all the formalities out of the way before they got down to business. Within a couple of minutes they were both stripped down entirely, their naked forms lit by the streetlights that illuminated the room from the windows.

Ben's skin pressed against Denisha's as they kissed. Hands roamed freely as if exploring each other's bodies. He found the contrast in their skin tones to be, at the same time, intimidating and beautiful. He was by no means pale, but in comparison to the deep, dark, shiny brown of her skin, he might as well have been made of plaster.

He kissed her neck as he crouched down to face level with her breasts. As dark as her skin was, her nipples were darker. He licked her left nipple and then pressed his lips around it, sucking on it. She tasted faintly of coconut, probably some kind of lotion, and her moans as she ran her fingers through his hair were bringing him to another level of arousal. He couldn't help himself. His passions were overtaking him and he buried his face in her chest, licking, sucking and nibbling each nipple in turn.

Denisha placed her hands under Ben's chin, raising him back up. She kissed him again and then walked over to the couch. She bent at the waist, placing one hand on the couch for support. Her other hand reached between her legs and massaged her swollen clit.

"Put your cock in me, baby," she said as her fingers popped in and out of her pussy. 

Ben ran one hand down her back and rested it on her ass. With the other, he led his erect dick to Denisha's pussy. He worked the head in and pushed slowly into her. She moaned as he began to work his cock back and forth.

This was definitely a first for Ben. He was fucking a black woman and it was undeniably hot. He wondered if she felt the same way.

He got his answer soon enough. She slid off of him, led him to lie down on the couch and straddled his lap. "I want to ride that hot white cock of yours," she said, guiding him into her wet pussy.

Her hips bucked in a way Ben had never experienced. It was as if she was attacking him with her pelvis, trying to trap and secure a wild animal under her body. She moved so quickly, so forcefully. It was sexy. His hands cupped her tits, kneading them as she rode his cock.

Her head tilted back as she drove down on his shaft in long strokes. "Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes," she screamed as her pussy gripped him and she orgasmed. "Fuck. Yes," she whispered as she collapsed onto him and her lips swirled into his. Ben bit her lower lip, sucked her upper lip. They were so full, so lush. It was quite a different experience.

"Okay, baby," she said. "You earned this." Denisha lifted up, pulled Ben to his feet and she lied down on her back. Then she pulled on the back of his knee coaxing it across her, until it was just under her arm on the other side.

"What is she doing?" Ben thought.

She placed his other knee under the other arm, then she grabbed onto his cock, pulling it toward her mouth.

Ben rested his hands on the arm of the couch and Denisha slid his cock deep into her mouth. The feeling of her luscious lips on his dick was indescribable, and he was beginning to understand what she wanted him to do.

He began to move his hips, thrusting slightly into her mouth. At the same time, her tongue and lips massaged his big cock. It didn't take long before the pressure began to build in his balls.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

The tingling increased as he continued to fuck her mouth and she continued to lick and suck. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned as he unloaded his semen.

He pulled out of her and she licked her lips. "Not bad at all," she said.

The remainder of the night was largely inconsequential. There was talking. There were two much shorter bouts of sex and Ben slept over.

He hadn't had time to go home and change before work, so he wasn't looking his best. He sat at his drafting table, the unrolled skyscraper plans before him.

"Ben, what do you have?" asked Brisco Hughes, voice filled with sanctimony.

"A few suggestions for the structural supports in the lower floors," Ben answered.

"A few suggestions, huh?" said Brisco. "You're not usually one to second guess my work."

"Well," Ben said, "sometimes you have to do something you've never tried before." He was chuckling on the inside. Brisco wouldn't have been pleased at all to know what Ben had tried that night.

Brisco nodded as he looked at the notes Ben had made in the margin. "Looks like you nailed it," he said.



Ben Around Ch. 04



Chapter 04: Claire

Ben couldn't wait to be done with his most recent project. His architecture firm had designed the latest skyscraper for Toronto, the brainchild of his firm's namesake Brisco Hughes. It was quite possibly the most ugly, least-inspired monstrosity Ben had ever seen, which is why it pained him to have to "represent" the architecture team during this trip to Toronto.

In truth, the architecture team really didn't need to be represented. The majority of the trip would be a discussion with the public works department concerning water, sewer, electricity and networking. Claire Laurent, a senior member of the build team, could easily handle that part. She had twenty-five years of experience dealing with the logistics of integrating skyscrapers with pre-existing utilities lines.

As suspected, after Ben finished a five-minute presentation, Claire took care of all of the real business. As usual, she attacked her work with a vigor Ben didn't expect from a woman he suspected was in her early fifties. Aside of the understandable crows feet, her face held up well for a woman of her age. She sported a professionally styled short haircut, blonde with some white mixed in. She conveyed confidence, a practiced art that resulted from so many years of negotiation and planning. It would be the last of these meetings. Claire was going to finish the project and then move to the Denver office to be near her daughters.

"That went well," Ben commented as they got into their cab to head to the hotel.

"I'm just glad that part's over," she replied. "Tomorrow should be a whole lot easier."

Ben had worked with Claire for three years and got to know her socially. Like so many professional women, her husband had left her years before and she was focused on getting her children through college. She was a very pleasant woman who, privately, had a self-deprecating sense of humor, mostly concerning her weight. She wasn't grossly overweight, but he had to admit that it was perhaps time for her to buy a bigger suit. As she sat, she tested the seams of her jacket.

"Do you think I even need to be there tomorrow?" Ben asked.

"It's up to you," Claire said, "but I'd appreciate it if you were there. I hate having these meetings without someone else there from the firm."

Ben relented. "Sure, I'll be there." He had an ulterior motive for the question in the first place. His girlfriend Jenna's decision to have a lesbian lover on the side afforded Ben a free pass to mess around. He was hoping to see what Toronto had to offer. Ditching the next meeting would mean he could sleep in after whatever conquest he managed. Finding someone wouldn't be difficult. His looks hadn't let him down in the past.

They arrived at the hotel and checked in. He offered to help Claire with her bags and got her settled into her hotel room. All he needed to do now was to drop off his bags, freshen up and head out for an evening at a nearby bar.

"Thanks for your help, Ben," Claire said. "Want to grab some dinner? I need some help reviewing my notes before tomorrow."

It didn't seem like a good time at all, but Ben didn't want to be rude. He liked Claire. He wanted to help if he could. He just hoped he would still have time to go out afterward. "Okay," he said. "Let me drop off my stuff first."

"Sounds good," said Claire. "There's a bar downstairs. I'll meet you there in a half hour."

Ben had forgotten about the hotel bar. Lonely business women away from home. That could work out nicely. He dropped his bags off at his room, hung up his suit jacket and tie and spent a few minutes in front of the mirror.

When he got to the bar, Claire had already arrived and was reviewing a few documents. He sat, ordered a gin and tonic from the waitress, and scoped the room. A table of three women caught his eye right off the bat, but Claire launched right into business and demanded Ben's full attention.

They ordered their meals and got to work. It was obvious that Claire had already done her homework. Ben's input was merely to make her feel more comfortable about the next day's meeting. Thankfully, there wasn't much to do.

By the time their meals arrived they were chatting about office politics. Ben looked again at the table of women. A brunette smiled back at him and even gave him a little wave with her hand. Target acquired.

"How are things going with Jenna these days?" Claire asked, out of the blue.

"Um, well," he began. "It's complicated. How are things going with you?"

"Sadly uncomplicated," she said. "Enjoy it now, Ben."

"Trust me. I am," he let slip as he looked again at the smiley brunette across the room.

"I see," said Claire. "Off to greener pastures, Ben?"

"No, not exactly. Jenna and I are still together, but, like I said, it's complicated." Ben looked back to Claire, who now leaned forward, keenly interested, a glint in her eye.

"Now you have to spill it," she said. "My sex life is so dull these days. I have to live vicariously."

Ben didn't quite know what to say. He wasn't in the habit of letting coworkers in on the details of his personal life. "Well, the short version is that Jenna and I have kind of an arrangement."

"Ooh," said Claire as she pressed her large breasts against her folded arms. "Now tell me the long version."

Ben laughed and then slammed the rest of his drink. He ordered another and, seeing that Claire was still waiting for him to talk, threw caution aside and began to tell her the whole story, about how he had cheated while in Cleveland and how, after he got back, Jenna told him she had begun a lesbian relationship with a woman named Heidi. He told her about his first threesome with his girlfriend and Heidi, but purposefully neglected to tell Claire about how he had slept with the boss' daughter, Denisha.

His omission didn't seem to matter. Claire's face was flush and intense as she hung on every word. "And so she lets you mess around with other women now?"

"Pretty much."

"And smiley over there has your attention?"

Ben nodded.

Claire smiled and whispered. "And does she make you hard?" Her breasts were now brushing against her arms.

"She's hot," Ben replied.

"Are you hard right now?" Claire smiled. "Sorry. Like I said, it's been a while, so I like hearing about it."

Ben nodded again and looked back at Claire. Her clear arousal made him harder. Her suit jacket hung from the back of her chair, and as she pressed tighter against her breasts, the spaces between the buttons on her pressed white shirt opened, revealing glimpses of her bra. "It seems I'm getting harder every minute," he said.

"That a boy," she laughed. "What do you want to do with her?"

"I can't believe I'm talking about this," said Ben.

"Don't worry," Claire reassured. "You can say anything to me and it's between us."

"Well then," he said. "she has nice lips. I wonder what they'd feel like."

"On your dick?" asked Claire. "You want to feel her suck you off?"

Ben smiled. "I still can't believe I'm talking about this."

"Me neither, but keep going," Claire laughed. "I need something to remember when I go back to my room later."

"You're using this conversation to fuel your masturbation?" he asked.

A guilty look crossed Claire's face. "I hope you don't mind. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"That makes me intrigued," he said.

"Uh-oh," Claire spoke. "Looks like you're losing smiley."

Ben realized he hadn't been watching the table of women across the room. A man had arrived who clearly knew the brunette. He pulled out her chair and she walked out with her friends, holding the man's hand.

"Sorry, Ben," said Claire. "I'm sure someone else will show up this evening."

"It's alright," Ben said. "I'm too keyed up anyway. By the time I got to talk to her I'd have been too excited and rushed it."

Claire's eyes locked with his for a moment and then she laughed. "I should probably get out of here and let you do your thing," she said. "I'd hate to see your evening go to waste. Just promise you'll tell me all about it afterward."

"What if I went with you?" he said, almost as if by accident.

"With me? Like..."

"Do you want to have sex tonight?" he asked.

Claire's breathing became heavier. "Oh, yes," she answered.

The check arrived. Claire grabbed it quickly and threw some money down on the table. "Meet me at my room in an hour," she said, and she left the bar quickly and without formality.

"An hour?" Ben said to himself. He wandered back to his room and changed into a t-shirt and jeans, spent some time flipping through channels and organized his things so he didn't have to scramble around getting ready the following morning.

After an hour went by, he stopped by Claire's room and knocked on the door. It took her at least half a minute to open the door, but once she did, Ben realized why she wanted an hour.

She opened the door and propped it open with her arm. She had changed into a powder-blue nighty and had freshened up her makeup. Behind her on the table was an open bottle of Champaign in a bucket of ice with two glasses. He remembered that she was in her fifties, she hadn't been with anyone for a while and she wanted to make a big deal out of it. Suddenly Ben felt underdressed.

"Welcome to my boudoir," she joked. "Come on in."

He stepped in and shut the door behind him. He looked her up and down. She was barefoot and wore a matching set of panties that were barely visible through the sheer fabric that covered her from below her breasts to high on her thighs. The built-in bra pushed her ample tits together and up, creating an impressive line of cleavage, a shelf of flesh on display. Her belly protruded from underneath and somehow accentuated her plentiful chest. She turned to lead him to the table. Her wide hips and ass bumped the sheer fabric, causing it to sway and flow as she walked.

"Champaign?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

"That would be great. Thanks," he replied.

Claire bent at the waist to pour Ben's glass, an obvious effort to entice him. She handed him a glass, poured one for herself and turned to face him.

She looked into his eyes. "To business trips," she said, clinking his glass with hers and taking a sip.

"Now, just so you know," she continued. "I know I'm no Jenna, so it's not too late to back out. I certainly won't hold a grudge."

Ben drank from his Champaign glass and ran his hand down her bare arm. He leaned in and kissed her gently. She smiled brightly and motioned to the chair for him to sit down.

The chairs were close enough that her legs fit between his as he sat. She looped a finger under the strap of her nighty. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"It's perfect," Ben answered. "I'm not used to you dressing this way."

"It's been a while since I had to get a man hard," she laughed.

Ben raised his eyebrows and looked her up and down again. "It's working."

"Mmm," she said, touching her chin to her chest and looking up at his eyes. "Is it, now?"

She set down her glass and ran her hands up his thighs. "Ooh," she mouthed as she ran her hands over the hard bulge that led down the leg of his jeans. "I guess it is."

She kept her hands on his bulge as her face leaned forward. Her lips pressed against his and they began to kiss. His lips caressed more and more passionately, tenderly intermingling with hers. Her hand moved back and forth over his erection.

She found his zipper and pulled down. Then she unfastened his belt and the button of his jeans. She reached down through the opening of his boxers and gently pulled his cock out with her hand. She stroked it slowly as she continued to kiss him.

She parted from their kiss and knelt, his dick still grasped in her hand. "Don't judge me," she said. "It's been a while since I've done anything like this."

"Sorry," he joked. "I can't hear you."

Claire laughed and then placed her lips against the end of his cock, letting them slide around on the tip from the mixture of saliva and precum. Ben moaned. She was eager to please him and it showed.

Her lips parted and slid over the head of his dick while her tongue teased from below. She slid it farther in and then back out, wetting his shaft with her lips. She moved her hand up and down the base while she bobbed on the end. She moaned as she sucked his cock, taking it deeper with each stroke.

One last, long suck and it was free of her lips. She stood, grabbing the edge of his shirt and lifting until it came off of his arms. Then she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her nighty and slid them off her shoulders. "Why don't you take your clothes off and stay a while," she said.

Ben kicked his shoes off, then his socks, pulled his pants down with his boxers and kicked them to the side. He approached, grabbed the sides of her nighty and pulled down, freeing her tits. They were gloriously huge and they sagged slightly as was to be expected. He knelt and buried his face in her ample bosom, licking her nipples. Such a huge amount of flesh deserved his full attention, and he spent several minutes just sucking and kissing her tits.

As he stood, she sat on the edge of the bed working her nighty down over her belly. Then she lied back, lifted her hips and slid the nighty down her plump thighs and off at her ankles.

She wriggled on the bed, letting her hands glide up her sides and up over her breasts. Ben was impressed. The woman knew how to move. He couldn't wait to please her. He pulled down her panties, revealing her surprisingly well-groomed pussy.

As he did so, she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. She poured some onto her pussy and began to rub it in with her fingers. "Sorry, Ben," she said. "At my age, sometimes I need a little assistance."

Ben smiled, held out his hand and Claire poured some into it. He stroked his cock, making it slick with lubricant. She smiled back, rubbing some over her tits and fondling her nipples. "Now fuck me, stud," she demanded.

She parted her legs and Ben slid his cock into her pussy. He couldn't believe he was having sex with a woman who was in her fifties. The thought made him harder than he thought possible. 

Her hands ran through his hair as he lay atop her body, fucking her. They kissed and licked and devoured each other in the passionate embrace of their sex. He went deep into her, prolonging each thrust to fill her with the maximum amount of stimulation. He wouldn't last long now. Each kiss, each thrust, each brush of their skin against each other brought him nearer and nearer to completion. Pressure built in his balls and he held on. Just one more thrust, one more dive into her plentiful flesh, one more lick and kiss. He was on the precipice of release; an overwhelming rush of feeling that put him into a trance until finally he erupted into her waiting pussy, filling her with the heat of his semen.

The intensity made him punch-drunk. He couldn't stop kissing her and licking her skin. He worked his way down her body, enjoying each curve along the way. He placed his hands under her thighs and began to lick her pussy, still slick from their sex.

She moaned and writhed as his tongue lapped at her clit, She tensed and cried out as she came, bathing his face in the wetness of her arousal.

They lied together for the rest of the night, naked and making jokes about what people would say if they knew what had happened that night. They agreed that it was probably best to keep it a private matter, but to be sure to sneak in another fuck after their meeting, before they had to go back to Baltimore. Who knew when they would have this kind of opportunity again. 



Ben Around Ch. 05



Chapter 05: Coming and Going

Water streamed down Jenna's naked skin. Her auburn hair clung to the back of her neck. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest. The cool, wet tile of the shower wall against the palms of her hands was all that kept her from becoming overheated. The pleasure-induced trance of sex seemed to slow time as Ben glided in and out of her from behind.

Ben barely noticed the burning in his thighs from crouching to penetrate her. His own stupor had overcome any such discomfort. His lips slid over the wet skin of Jenna's upper back. His right hand stimulated her nipples as he reached around her body. His left had found purpose as it applied pressure to her clit, which elevated her response to each thrust.

Their relationship had its ups and downs, and there were times when they both wondered if they had what it took as a couple. This year had thrown in a few complications. Ben had cheated while on a business trip and harbored a certain amount of guilt about it. Shortly after his return, however, Jenna revealed that she had begun a lesbian relationship on the side.

The revelation absolved Ben, but also gave him a few opportunities, not the least of which was his first threesome with Jenna and her lover Heidi, a hot, pale-skinned, black-haired beauty who once worked with them at the architecture firm where Ben and Jenna met.

In addition, Jenna gave him a free pass to sleep with other women, but, over the course of three months, he had only slept with two other women, the dark-skinned black daughter of his boss, and an older coworker who had since moved to Denver.

It was now six months after Jenna began her lesbian relationship. Ben had joined them for a threesome a total of two times, the last one being over two months ago. Recently, he hadn't seen Heidi come around much, and not even once in the past couple of weeks.

As he continued to slide in and out of Jenna's pussy, he couldn't bring himself to complain. Jenna had focused all of her sexual energy on him lately, culminating in that Saturday morning's surprise shower sex.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "You feel so good."

Ben had to admit that sex was a different experience with Jenna than with anyone else. There was familiarity to it that put him at ease. It was comfortable and intimate. That part scared him a little. So, he chose not to think about it and focused on giving her a great fuck.

He pulled out of her, spun her around and pinned her body against the shower wall with his body. Water ran down her face, prevented her from opening her eyes, and drizzled between their lips as they kissed.

He lifted against the back of her knee to raise her left leg, crouched down to slide his hard dick back into her, rapidly and repeatedly thrusting deeply as she moaned into his mouth.

"You like how that feels?" he asked.

She dropped her head to his shoulder, holding tightly to him. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me. You fuck me so good," she replied.

"You like it when I'm deep inside you, don't you?" he persisted.

"No one can fuck me like you do," she answered.

Ben moaned. "Heidi can't do this to you, can she?"

Jenna screamed with pleasure as she climaxed to the point where she could barely speak. "No. Fuck. No, she can't. Fuck me with your big hard cock, you fucking sexy man."

It was all Ben could handle. He came into her pussy as he cried out.

She held onto him and they kissed tenderly. "Oh Ben," she said, as though there was more she wanted to say.

"Did that feel good?" Ben asked.

"I haven't felt that good in months."

He had to admit to himself that he felt the same way. That's why he was caught unprepared for what came later.

They were finishing lunch when Jenna sprung it on him. "So, I got a job," she said.

"That's great!" Ben exclaimed. Jenna had been without a steady job for a while, contracting to make ends meet.

"Yeah. It's exciting," Jenna said, though no excitement showed in her voice.

"Well, tell me about it," Ben prodded.

"It's a Senior Architect position, decent pay, great company."

"Which company?"

"Lockwood."

"Lockwood? Isn't that in..." Ben realized what was happening. "Boston?"

"Yeah."

"Will they let you work remotely?"

Jenna shook her head.

"What about Garrison Studios? I thought they were hiring," Ben said.

"Garrison is here in Baltimore," Jenna replied.

"Yeah," Ben said. "That's kind of the point."

"I," she began, taking a breath. "I want to go."

"I don't understand," said Ben. "I thought we were doing pretty well. If you leave..."

"We are doing well," Jenna said. "Well enough that I kept Heidi at a distance, but..."

"This doesn't make sense," Ben raised his voice. "I know we complicated things for ourselves, but that doesn't mean we can't start fresh. Maybe I can find a job in Boston too."

"Stop," Jenna said. "All we do is hold each other back. That's why we complicated things. It's why I started things with Heidi, and it's why you cheated when you were in Cleveland."

"You knew about that?" Ben asked.

"I'm not stupid."

"I'm so sorry."

"Ben," she said, "you don't have anything to be sorry for. I didn't know you cheated before I cheated. You had every reason to do what you did, just like I had every reason to sleep with Heidi. We don't work."

"So, that's it, then?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"And you're ending things with Heidi too?"

"Yes."

"Does she know?"

"Not yet."

"And you just figured you'd get one last fuck out of me, and then head off to Boston?"

"Ben. I'm sorry."

Ben grabbed his keys from the table, stormed out the door and drove away. He was fuming. If this had happened six months ago, he would have taken it much better, but he thought they were finally getting close. He stomach was in knots as he drove.

Then it dawned on him.

If Jenna gave him one last fuck before telling him she was leaving, and she hadn't told Heidi yet, then she planned to do the same thing to her lesbian lover. Ben turned the steering wheel and headed to Heidi's house. It was time to ruin Jenna's surprise.

It took several knocks on her door before Heidi opened it. Her feet were behind the door and she leaned around it. "Oh. Hi Ben," she said. "Come on in."

He stepped in and she closed the door. Ben turned to face her. She wore only a t-shirt and a pair of panties. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were getting changed."

"Nothing you haven't seen before," she said. "What's up?"

"Jenna's leaving," said Ben. "She's going to Boston."

Heidi looked stunned. "What the fuck's up with that girl?"

"Something about holding each other back," Ben shrugged. "I take it she didn't tell you?"

Heidi shook her head. "She's been super distant for a while."

"I don't know why I didn't see this coming," he said.

Heidi approached. She draped her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Oh, Ben. I'm so sorry this happened to you."

Ben was always caught off-guard by how attractive Heidi was, her curly black hair that cascaded down to her chest, her smooth white skin, the sexy way she walked. In just a t-shirt, her arms around him, he had to fight off an erection. "I mostly just can't believe it's over after all this."

She looked him in the eye. "I know," she said, giving him a quick kiss to comfort him. "You know, I probably should have known Jenna was going to do something like this."

"How so?" Ben asked.

"Want to know why Jenna hasn't had me over for a while?" Heidi said, staring straight ahead at his chest.

Ben shook his head. "No."

"I kept asking when we were going to have a threesome again."

"That got Jenna upset?"

"Ben," Heidi said, lifting her face to look at his. "I was interested in you long before I was interested in her, back when we all worked together. I think she resented that."

"She thought you were using her to sleep with me?" Ben asked.

"Yes," Heidi answered.

Ben raised his eyebrows. "Was she right?"

"No," said Heidi. "Well, not at first anyway."

"So, that's changed?" asked Ben.

"You know," Heidi began, "I really enjoyed sleeping with Jenna. I mean, you know what it's like."

Ben nodded and smiled.

"And for a while," Heidi continued, "I thought I might even be falling in love with her."

"I know what that's like too," said Ben.

Heidi looked pensive. "But she and I, well, we just didn't really work."

It was the same thing Jenna had said about Ben. "Heidi, I'm sorry things didn't work out for you," he said.

Heidi smiled. "I wish I could say the same." She suddenly pulled her shirt off, exposing her bare breasts. She slid her hands under Ben's shirt. "But I'm glad she's leaving you," she said. "Her loss. My gain."

Ben was momentarily conflicted. His relationship with Heidi had always been an extension of his relationship with Jenna. Sleeping with Heidi alone would feel like cheating, strange as that was for a participant in a non-monogamous sexual arrangement.

Heidi pressed against him, putting her lips near his ear, and she whispered to him "I want you."

Then again, thought Ben, Jenna was leaving him.

Heidi knelt and pulled out his cock. Her lips slid over the end of it and progressed down his shaft. She then drew her lips up his dick and off the end. Ben's guilty feelings mixed with anger toward Jenna and turned into excitement.

She slid his cock back into her mouth and began rapidly blowing him. She tightened and then loosened her lips, giving him alternating sensations.

"Yes," Ben whispered as he grabbed the sides of her face with his hands.

Heidi brought his dick to the back of her mouth and relaxed her throat. She worked his hard member past her throat, nearly gagging on it.

Ben was impressed and turned on and angry. His fingers wove through her black hair and he grabbed her by the back of her head. In short thrusts, he fucked her mouth. She took it deep down her throat and finally slapped his arm. Ben recognized it as a signal that she needed to stop. He pulled out and rubbed the end of his cock on her face while she panted.

"I am such a dirty slut. You like that?" she asked.

Ben laughed.

"Sometimes, when you're angry, it helps if you can take it out on someone," she said. "I'm more than willing to do that for you, because..." She flirted with her eyes, leaving him to finish her sentence.

"Because you're a dirty slut," Ben said.

Heidi laughed. "Fuckin' right." She stood, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and kissed him, then bit his lip. Her lips parted from his and she clicked her teeth together. "So, what are you gonna do to me? She asked.

"Go to your bedroom," he commanded, slapping her hard on her ass.

"Mmm," she said as she went to the bedroom and lied down on her back, spreading her legs and plunging two fingers deep into her pussy. Ben pulled his shoes, pants and boxers off and walked confidently into the room.

He crawled onto her, pulled her wrists together over her head and pinned them to the bed with his right hand. His left hand found her pussy and he worked at it with his fingers. Her tits jiggled and bounced with each thrust. He pushed his face to her left breast and sucked her nipple hard until she winced. He bit her nipple and she cried out. "Oh yes! Punish me! I've been so bad."

Ben's arousal was fueled by a combination of Heidi's naked body, her provocative words, and his anger with Jenna. His left hand moved from Heidi's pussy to his cock and he pushed it into her wet slit. His tongue invaded her mouth while he fucked her.

High-pitched moans escaped her throat with each forceful thrust. She was at his mercy and loving every second of it. Her body squirmed beneath him, her pearlescent skin forming beads of sweat. Ben moved rapidly in and out of her with hard, powerful thrusts. The scent of Heidi's sweat, coupled with the aroma of her pussy was an intoxicating blend. Ben desired to taste her.

He removed his cock from her pussy and let go of her wrists. "I'm going to eat your pussy, you filthy whore," He said, repositioning his body so that his legs were near her head and he faced the opposite direction.

He lied on top of Heidi's body, placing his dick in her mouth and planting his face between her legs. "Suck my cock, bitch," he demanded. She complied, grabbing hold of it at its base and sliding her lips over the end.

Ben began to lick her clit, reaching his hands around the backs of her raised legs to insert a finger in her pussy. Ben breathed in her aroma as he devoured her with his lips and tongue. He used the middle finger from his other hand to tease her asshole and could hear Heidi moan. She continued to lick and suck his hard dick as he began to work his finger into her ass.

His tongue lapped at her clit, elevating her arousal with each lick. Tension built within her as she neared orgasm. Then, suddenly, she erupted, spilling her juices out onto Ben's face. It was more than he had ever seen before, and his face was wet with it. He licked it from his lips, savoring the odor of her pussy.

He was pleased to have avoided coming yet. There was something he still had to do to Heidi. He got off of her, lifted her by her arms until she was kneeling on the bed. He grabbed her by her hair and shoved her forward.

Heidi landed on her hands, positioned on all fours, shiny with sweat. "Oooh. I've been so bad. I got your face all wet," she teased. "Violate me."

Ben knelt behind her and ran the tip of his cock up and down her ass crack. "Tell me how much you want it," he ordered.

"I want you to fuck my ass so badly," she said. "I'm such a dirty slut. I need you to use me. I need you to punish my tight asshole."

The sweat from Heidi's skin and her saliva on his cock helped him work his way into her ass. She gritted her teeth as her tight asshole stretched to accommodate Ben's big dick. A little at a time, Ben pushed deeper and deeper, working it back and forth inside her. "You like that, bitch?" he asked.

"Fuck yes. Stretch my ass with your big, hard cock," she said, pushing back against him.

He pushed in deeper, pulling back on Heidi's black hair. One more thrust and he was balls-deep in her ass. Then he slid nearly all the way out before slamming into her again. Droplets of sweat fell from his face onto her ass as he fucked her from behind.

Their panting and moaning distracted them both from the sound of the front door of Heidi's house as it opened. Jenna had arrived.

Ben let loose of Heidi's hair and leaned over her back to grab her wrists. He pulled them behind her back, pinning them together, and Heidi fell forward, planting her face in the bedspread. "Fuck me, you stud," she exclaimed. "Take me hard."

He violated her ass over and over as he began to build toward climax.

Jenna, hearing the sounds coming from Heidi's bedroom, walked in the room to witness her one time boyfriend deep inside her lesbian lover's ass. Ben looked to see her standing in shock by the door. He was reminded of Jenna's abrupt decision to leave him, even after he thought they were finally getting close. Filled with anger and arousal, he defiantly thrust deep into Heidi again.

Jenna was indignant. She held her arms tight at her sides, her fists clenched, and shouted "I'M GOING!" before she stormed out and slammed Heidi's front door.

Just before Jenna disappeared from earshot, Ben sunk one last time into Heidi's ass and shouted "I'M COMING!"



Ben Around Ch. 06



Chapter 06: Teacher

It had been two solid days of meetings with the build team at the Denver office of Brisco Hughes Architecture firm. Ben had met with everyone from the head of logistics to the project director to the contractors who would supervise all Midwest builds.

It wasn't the most appealing part of his job. On the whole, he would have much preferred to be back in Baltimore and focused on building design. The only redeeming value of the trip was that he was to meet with Claire Laurent on Friday.

Claire was a fifty two year old Senior Build Director who used to work with Ben in Baltimore. The last time he had seen Claire was during a business trip to Toronto. Despite their difference in age, the two had ended up sleeping together. Ben had fond memories of that trip, but months had passed, Claire had moved, and Ben presumed they would probably never meet again.

That Friday morning, Ben had stepped into the meeting room and saw Claire along with a group of executives. She hadn't changed much. She still carried extra weight, which she stuffed into a suit that was arguably too tight. She still had the same short haircut of blonde with touches of white.

"Ms. Laurent," Ben greeted. "It's good to see you again."

Claire smiled and looked him up and down. "Always a pleasure," she replied, a veiled reference to their last encounter.

The meeting had begun and took up two hours, most of which was logistical and far above Ben's expertise. Throughout the meeting, the two caught each other's gaze on several occasions, a glint of excitement in their eyes. By the end of the meeting, Claire had asked him if he wished to join her for lunch.

They both understood what that meant. By 1:00, he was following her back to her house and both knew what would happen next.

Claire's naked body moved back and forth on top of Ben, her heavy breasts bouncing above her fat belly as she rode his cock. His hands were planted on her thick set of hips as he watched her flesh move above him. She breathed heavily from exertion and moaned from the pleasure that coursed through her.

She leaned forward to kiss him and her bountiful tits pressed tightly against him. She was a lot of woman, in a good way. Ben kissed her passionately as he thrust into her pussy again and again.

Her lips parted from his and she panted, lifted herself up to prop herself against the headboard with her hand. Her tits swung freely while she rocked her hips back and forth. "Oh, yes, Ben. Yes. You feel so good," she cried out.

Soon she was holding position, her arms shaking, her mouth open, her eyes shut tight, as she climaxed. "Uhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.

She dismounted and slid down his body. She pressed her tits together around his cock and moved them up and down. The soft, fatty skin of her tits felt great on Ben's dick as he pushed between them. "I'm gonna cum soon," he warned.

Claire sat back on her knees and pulled Ben up. "Jerk it into my mouth," she said.

Ben stood on the bed and stroked his big, hard cock in front of Claire's face as she knelt with her mouth open. He erupted, shooting streams of white semen into her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and onto her tits.

Ben collapsed onto the bed and Claire crawled onto him, her plump body caressing his own spent frame. She kissed him, pressing her tongue between his lips to give him a taste of his cum. It was hot, slippery and salty, and Ben swallowed it. His hands explored her body and the two enjoyed the pleasure of each others' kiss.

Before long, it was time for Claire to get back into her clothes and head back to the office. "How long are you in town?" she asked him as she freshened up her hair and makeup.

"I can push my flight to tomorrow night, if you'd like," Ben answered

"Yes, I would," she said. "You probably don't even need to come back to the office today, if you don't want to. Why don't you stay here?"

"That sounds great."

Just then, Claire received a text. "Shit," she said.

"What's up?"

"The contractors want to finish the legal documents before the weekend so they can get started first thing on Monday."

"What does that mean?"

Claire sighed. "It means I'll be working tonight until very late."

"Oh," said Ben. "That's okay. We'll still have tomorrow, right?"

"As long as you still have your hotel room," said Claire. "My daughter's coming home for the weekend. I'm pretty sure you and I will want some privacy."

"No problem," Ben said. "I'll call the hotel."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Can you pick up my daughter Vivienne at the University of Colorado today at five?"

"I don't see why not."

"Great. She's studying Architecture, you know. She could use some guidance," said Claire, swinging her bag over her shoulder. "Maybe you can teach her some things."

"Sounds good."

"I'll let her know you're coming and what your rental car looks like. She has keys to the house. She's my height, long blonde hair, blue eyes."

"A younger version of you?"

"Not exactly. She's thin. What can I say? Momma loves her cheesecake."

Ben laughed. "Okay. See you tomorrow morning then?"

"Will you ever," she said. "After today, I'll be ready for a good fuck."

Ben kissed her and Claire walked out to her car.

He set his laptop on her kitchen table and dove into some designs he had been working on. Before he knew it, 4:30 arrived. He grabbed his keys and looked up the University of Colorado, Denver on his GPS.

As he pulled into the main circle in front of the main office of the University, he saw her sitting on a bench waiting. She wore a pair of jeans with brown leather boots and a gray sweater. A backpack was slung over her shoulder.

Ben rolled down the window. "Are you Vivienne Laurent?" he asked.

"Yes. Are you Ben," she replied.

Ben nodded. "Go ahead and throw your backpack in the back seat."

Vivienne sat in the passenger seat and Ben began to drive back to Claire's house. "I hear you're studying Architecture," he said.

"Yeah, for now," she replied. "I'm not sure if it's for me."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. It's okay, but I'm kind of getting bored with it."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty."

"Then you still have time to decide. What do you think you'd like to do?"

"Maybe teaching. I'm not sure."

"That certainly means less travel than if you're an Architect," Ben said.

"How often are you on the road?" Vivienne asked.

"About once every two months. It's really not that bad."

"And you're staying at mom's house?"

Ben was careful in how he answered. "Yeah. Your mom was kind enough to let me stay there until tomorrow. She's a good friend."

"Friend, huh?" Vivienne smiled. "Mom doesn't exactly have friends overnight."

Ben didn't know what to say. He felt like he had been cornered. "Look, Vivienne, I..."

"I'm Viv," she said. "You can call me Viv."

"Okay, Viv. I don't really know what to tell you."

"How old are you?" she asked.

"I'll be thirty three next month," he answered.

Viv laughed. "Way to go, mom," she said.

Ben stopped the car in front of Claire's house. "If this is a problem for you," he said, "I can just..."

"No, not at all. Sorry," said Viv. "Stay. Really. I'm sure it's been a while for my mom. I'm happy for her. She, uh, apparently has done well for herself."

Ben grabbed Viv's backpack from the back seat and walked into the house behind Viv. "Just leave the backpack here," she said. "I'll take it to my room later."

Ben sat in one of the living room chairs while Viv headed to the kitchen. She pulled out a couple slices of pizza, microwaved them and brought them into the living room, along with a couple glasses of water. "Hope you don't mind leftover pizza," she said.

"Not at all," said Ben. "You didn't have to do this for me."

"Least I can do for the guy who's fucking my mom," Viv laughed.

Ben smiled uncomfortably. "Yeah, well, thanks."

"So," said Viv, "What kind of things have you guys done?"

"You're very direct," Ben commented.

"Just making sure she's well taken care of," Viv responded.

Ben was silent for a while and took several bites of his pizza. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

"Sort of. I'm at the beginning of something," she answered.

"Have you two done anything?" Ben couldn't believe he was indulging her in this conversation. Claire would likely not approve.

"We've done some things," she said. "I blew him in his car once."

Ben couldn't help but picture it in his mind. He stopped himself. It would be wrong to think of Viv this way. "Does Claire know about it?" he asked.

Viv shook her head. "No. I really don't want her to know, either."

"So, you can imagine that Claire doesn't want you to know what she's doing," said Ben.

"I guess you're right," she said. "I just... Maybe if I just heard what kinds of things she does to you that you like, I can..."

"You're worried you're going to disappoint the guy, aren't you."

"I'm not very experienced. I think he's a lot more experienced than me," said Viv. "I like him. I really want to impress him."

"Viv, I don't think you need to worry about that," said Ben. "Trust me. He's around your age. You'll be lucky if the whole thing takes more than five minutes. If I were you, I'd be more concerned with him impressing you."

Viv smiled and looked him up and down. "Good point," she said.

Ben's eyes caught hers. The way she looked at him now made him nervous. He tried to retrace his steps. How did things get so sexual? He couldn't think of Viv that way. She was more than ten years younger than him. She was Claire's daughter. This was Claire's house. He had to keep his distance. Nothing good could come from this.

"Make yourself at home," she said. "I'm gonna grab a shower."

She disappeared down the hall and Ben smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Get a grip, Ben," he said to himself.

He could hear the water running through the pipes. He could picture her naked in the shower. He was fully erect. It was getting too real. He kept telling himself he should just leave, go back to his hotel room and jerk off. He knew he needed to go before she got out of the shower. He kept willing himself to go, to get in his car.

But he didn't.

The shower had stopped. It was now or never. "Get out now," he told himself, but he was frozen in place. He could hear her footsteps coming down the hall.

She rounded the corner to the living room, wrapped in a towel, her long blonde hair wet and dripping down her chest to the top of the towel.

He stood, saying nothing, looking at her as she approached.

Viv dropped her towel to the floor. Her naked body was thin, with elegant, perky breasts, a well-groomed pussy, and youthful skin. Ben remained frozen, his arms at his sides, taking in the beautiful display of her nudity.

"Viv," he whispered as though someone would hear. "We can't. We shouldn't."

Her hands met his shoulders and worked their way back. She pressed her body to his while her arms wrapped around his neck. "It excites you, doesn't it," she said.

His eyes spoke for him. They gazed into hers, a mixture of fear and arousal in them. She kissed him, and for a moment he was still hesitant, but as her lips moved on his, he relaxed into them.

She pulled on his shirt and led him into her bedroom. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it onto the floor and running her hands down his chest and torso. "I want to see your cock," she said.

He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly and pulled down his boxers to let out his fully engorged member. Viv gasped. "Fuck," she said. "Mom's a lucky woman. You're really big." She whispered into his mouth as she went to kiss him, "That's going to have a hard time fitting in my tight pussy."

Their tongues battled between their enjoined mouths as Viv stroked his cock with her hand.

"Loosen your hand. Go slower," he instructed.

"Ooh, I like that," she said. "Teach me."

She pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles as he sat on her bed. Then she knelt, slowly stroking his dick in her hand in front of her lips. She licked her lips to moisten them. Then, hesitantly, she lowered her lips onto the end of it and began to suck.

"Loosen up your lips," he said. "Let your motion do the work. Tease the bottom of it with your tongue."

Viv complied.

"Yes," he said. "That's it. It feels so good."

She bobbed up and down on him for several minutes as he moaned with pleasure. Her hand rubbed her swollen clit.

She slid her lips up and off his dick, a move he was familiar with from Claire. "That lesson's over," she said. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked, kicking off his socks and shoes and letting his pants and boxers slide off his ankles.

"I think so," she replied as she used her fingers to push him back on the bed.

She straddled his lap, her young pussy hovering just above the end of his dick. Holding it in his hand, he slid the head of it over the surface of her entrance. She settled down onto it, slowly working it in. Her face grimaced from the pressure as she stretched to accommodate him. "Fuck," she exclaimed. "You are so big."

"I can't believe we're doing this," Ben said. "This is so wrong."

Viv slid farther down on his cock. "Mmm. I know. It's so wrong," she said.

She was down to the base now. He was fully inside her tight pussy. His hands reached up to cup her tits. Her nipples protruded between his fingers. She began to move her hips on him. He was fucking Claire's daughter and it felt great.

"You can move faster once you're comfortable," he instructed.

"Mmm," she said as she quickened her pace. "I want you. You're so fucking sexy."

"You feel so good on my cock," he said. "Feel it. Focus on the pleasure. Don't think about how you're doing it, just go with what brings you more intensity."

"Yes, teacher," she breathed.

Teacher. Damn that was hot. For a twenty year old without much experience, she certainly knew how to press Ben's buttons.

Viv closed her eyes and let her head drift back. Her still-wet hair hung down her back as she rode Ben. Her movements became more fluid, and as her rocking motions intensified, so did the sounds that escaped her lips. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Ooh, yes. Fuck. You're so fucking hot. Yes. Yes. Yessssss."

With that, her tight pussy got even tighter. She moaned with pleasure and collapsed forward as she climaxed.

Ben's arms were wrapped around Viv's body. His hands gripped her ass. As she fell to the side, he drifted with her. They faced each other, staring into each other's eyes, kissing as Ben began to drive into her again.

"Yes," she cried out. "Do me. Do me, teacher."

"You feel so good," said Ben. "I can't fucking believe I'm doing this."

"I want it so bad," Viv said. "Fuck me. Fill me with your cum."

Ben was overwhelmed. He thrust deep into her, moaning with each thrust until finally, intensely, he came.

"Oh, teacher," she exhaled. "Thanks for the lesson."

"Feel like you learned everything you need to?" he asked.

"Well," said Viv, "Enough to not care how well he performs." She laughed and kissed him again. "I hope you remember all this tomorrow when you're fucking my mom."

"It goes without saying that you can't tell any of this to Claire," Ben said.

"Trust me," she answered. "I don't want anything getting in the way of her fun. The way she's been lately with work, she needs all the good sex she can get."

Ben and Viv spent some time covering their tracks, making sure not even one article of his clothing could be found in her room, washing the sheets, and working out what they would have been doing together if they hadn't been fucking, in case Claire asked. Viv was a great liar and played along well the following morning when Claire told her she and Ben were going to the office to finish up some work. She knew they were really going to Ben's hotel room.

When they arrived, Claire was clearly eager. In no time she had stripped all of her clothes. Her older, much plumper body and her huge, heavy tits contrasted with the memory of Viv's thin, young, tight body. Ben smiled, knowing that his experience with Viv was going to make him all the more passionate while fucking Claire.

She spoke to him while he took off his clothes. "Thanks for spending time with Vivienne last night," she said. "She told me you gave her some really good pointers."

"It was my pleasure," said Ben, removing his boxers, the last article of his clothing.

"Really, thank you," said Claire. "Viv said you're quite a teacher."

Ben smiled, wrapped his arms around Claire's voluminous body and kissed her, falling backwards onto the bed.



Ben Around Ch. 07



Chapter 07: Big Ben

It had been an interesting year for Ben. It was December now. A year had passed since his business trip to Cleveland, a trip that kicked off a truly crazy year.

In a matter of a couple of days, he had slept with a stranger named Rachel in Cleveland, returned to discover his girlfriend Jenna had taken on a lesbian lover named Heidi, had participated in a three way with the two and was given license to sleep around. A month later, he made use of the arrangement to have sex with his boss' daughter, Denisha, a sexy black woman. A month after that, he had a sexual encounter with Claire, a much older coworker, while in Toronto.

By the beginning of June, Jenna decided to leave for a job in Boston, leading to revenge sex with her lover, Heidi. Then, in July, he met up with Claire again in her new home in Denver and secretly slept with her daughter, Viv.

Perhaps "crazy year" was an understatement.

The following months were much tamer. He saw Denisha again, and they even dated for a short time, but that fizzled out, and Ben suspected that his boss had been made aware of what was going on with Denisha. By September, Ben had been laid off, and he was contracting for several Architecture firms in the Baltimore area.

In late November he had begun to entertain a move. Two firms caught his eye, one in San Diego, and one in London, England. He was in daily contact with the hiring managers for both companies, usually via email or instant message.

The hiring manager for Meridian Architecture, London, was Kate Alden. She was very helpful in giving him tips on what the partners wanted to see, and in connecting him with the right people so he could make an impression. Still, the majority of their chats were just chats. "How is your day? What's the weather like there? We have rain again. Silly English weather."

"So far so good. It's snowing here. How's your day treating you?" he would reply.

As the days passed, less of the chats had to do with the job opening and more of them were just saying 'hi' or telling each other funny things that happened throughout the day. This went on for over two weeks.

Kate: "You wouldn't believe what happened to me today."

Ben: "Do tell."

Kate: "I left my lunch on my desk and headed to the loo. When I got back, someone had taken it."

Ben: "Buuut I believe that. You said I wouldn't believe that."

Kate: "You know what I mean, silly. Anyway, who steals someone's lunch?"

Ben: "I had that happen at a restaurant once. No lie, I came back to my table and someone was sitting in my spot eating my dinner."

Kate: "OMG! What did you say to him?"

Ben: "Nothing. I'm not messing with someone who's willing to do that."

Kate: "Don't blame you... By the way, I need a headshot for our records. Can you send one along?"

Ben: "NP. Just sent one."

Kate: "Cutie."

Ben: "LOL. Thanks."

Kate: "So, How do you think I should sleuth out who stole my noodles?"

Ben: "Hang on a sec. Where's YOUR pic?"

Kate: "Why do you need MY picture?"

Ben: "The Meridian big shots don't need to know what I look like. Why did you need MINE?"

Kate: "*blushing*"

Ben: "That's what I thought."

Kate: "K. Sending you one now. Don't judge."

The image arrived in an email, a selfie. Kate had green eyes, had red wavy hair pulled up, and sported thick-framed trendy glasses. She looked to be in her late twenties and had a slightly chubby, but pretty face.

Ben: "You're cute."

Kate: "Cute? So I'm like a kitten?"

Ben: "How about attractive?"

Kate: "Getting warmer."

Ben: "...Sexy."

Kate: "LOL. I'm dubious, but I'll take it.

Ben: "Where are the messed up teeth? Aren't English people known for messed up teeth?"

Kate: "Shame on you. I'm tossing your resume."

Ben: "But you're keeping the picture?"

Kate: "Yeah. That's mine."

Ben: "It's a deal, as long as you send me another one of you."

Kate: "You're so demanding... Sent."

Another email arrived. She sent three new pictures. One was a shot of her from the side as she looked over the edge of a cliff at the ocean. Another was a group shot of her and a couple of her friends. The third was a great candid shot where she sat in a chair with her elbow resting on the chair arm and her face was cradled in her hand. She wore a blue sweater that, when leaning to the side, accentuated her breasts.

Ben: "I like these. I especially like the third one. You're photogenic."

Kate: "*smiling*"

A few moments later, another picture arrived in Ben's inbox. Kate was smiling at the camera, her head turned. She appeared to be shirtless down to where the picture cut off just below her armpit.

Ben: "Damn. Are you naked in this one?"

Kate: "I'll never tell."

Ben: "Only the top part of the picture arrived. Where's the rest of it."

Kate: "LOL. The rest is in London. *wink*"

Ben: "If the lower part makes me as hard as the upper part does, I can't wait to go to London."

Kate: "Whoa. Easy, sailor."

Ben: "Too far?"

Kate: "...I haven't decided yet."

Ben: "Looks like you're well represented up top."

Kate: "Double-D. *blush*"

Ben: "I hope your boss doesn't look over your shoulder at this chat."

Kate: "Don't worry, I'm working from home today. So feel free to flatter me about my lady parts. I don't mind."

Ben: "LOL. If the partners need a photo of my cock, I'm sure I can send one your way."

Kate: "BEN! OMG! Tee-hee... Well, I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to send it my way."

Ben: "Are you serious? Do you want me to?"

Kate: "*smile*"

Ben: "I want to be sure you're serious, cause I'll do it, unless you tell me not to."

Kate: "*smile*"

Ben: "I'll take that as a yes."

He pulled his semi-hard cock from his pants and stroked it. It didn't need much convincing to become fully erect. He took a snapshot with his phone and sent the picture.

Kate: "Fuck. You're big."

Ben: "You like it?"

Kate: "I really like it. Do you blokes do anything small in the States?"

Ben: "Maybe when I come to England, I'll do you and you can find out for yourself."

Kate: "You're so bad. Why did you have to go and get me horny?"

Ben: "You're home, right? And it has to be after five there."

Kate: "...Yes."

Ben: "Then why don't you do something about it?"

Kate: "Um."

Ben: "Ever had phone sex?"

Kate: "Sure, with an old boyfriend. Do you really want to do that with me?"

Ben: "I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't."

There was an uncomfortably long break before she responded.

Kate: "01254 453873. Can't believe I'm doing this. *nerves*"

Ben: "Calling now."

Ben typed the number and waited a few moments for the line to connect. Finally, she answered.

Kate: "Hello?"

Ben: "Hi."

Kate: "I can't believe we're doing this."

Ben: "Wow. I love your accent."

Kate: "I don't have an accent, silly. You do."

Ben: "Oh yeah? What does it sound like?"

Kate: "It sounds the way all you yanks talk."

Ben: "I hope that doesn't ruin this for you."

Kate: "Not at all. Makes me feel international, like a spy."

Ben: "Me too. Luckily I have a concealed weapon."

Kate: "Not for long, I hope."

Ben: "Not to sound like a total cliché, but what are you wearing?"

Kate: "A bustier and g-string. You?"

Ben: "You're funny. Okay, I'll start. I'm wearing a pair of blue jeans, no shoes, and I just took my t-shirt off."

Kate: "Mmm. I have a green button-down shirt on with a pair of yoga pants. Oh, no shoes as well."

Ben: "Take off your shirt."

Kate: "Okay... Done."

Ben: "What color is your bra?"

Kate: "Black."

Ben: "I'm picturing it right now."

Kate: "Just don't picture my belly. It's a bit of a marshmallow."

Ben: "Don't worry. I like that. I'm unfastening my jeans."

Kate: "Nice. Pull out that big cock of yours."

Ben: "I've taken off my pants and pulled down my boxers. I'm hard for you."

Kate: "I'm going to take off my bra."

Ben: "What do your tits look like?"

Kate: "Hold on. I'll photograph them for you... Sending."

Ben: "I got it... Wow. Those are beautiful."

Kate: "They're big. I love them. I'm playing with them right now. My nipples are so sensitive."

Ben: "Oh yeah. I'm stroking my cock, thinking about what they taste like."

Kate: "Let me give them a lick. Mmm. They taste good. I'm taking my pants off."

Ben: "Yes. Touch yourself."

Kate: "Oh, Ben, you're making me so wet. My pussy is dripping."

Ben: "I'd love to feel my cock sliding into you."

Kate: "I'm fingering myself right now. You're so hot. I want you to pound my pussy."

Ben: "That would feel so good."

Kate: "Fuck. I want you so badly. My cunt is desperate for your cock."

Ben: "Mmm, yes. Think about me touching your skin, kissing you. Imagine me sliding in and out of you."

Kate: "I want it. I want you. I need to feel your cock in me."

Ben: "Oh, Kate. You have me so hard. You're going to make me cum."

Kate: "Oh shit."

Ben: "What's the matter?"

Kate: "I just got an email from one of the partners."

Ben: "And?"

Kate: "They want me to set up a time for you to come to London and meet with them."

Ben: "Fuck yes. How about Monday?"

Kate: "I'll let them know. Damn, Ben, I'm so hot for you right now."

Ben: "Yes. Cum for me, Kate."

Kate: "I'm going to cum. Oh fuck, Ben, I want you to fuck me for real. I want you to come to London and put that big cock in my pussy."

Ben: "Oh yes. I want that too. I'm stroking so hard to you right now."

Kate: "Yes. I'm coming. I'm coming. Ahh. Ahh. Ahhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ben: "Oh fuck. Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhh. Oh yeah. I just came."

Kate: "I can barely catch my breath... So, Monday, huh? That's way too long to wait."

Ben: "So you're serious about this?"

Kate: "I reserve the right to back out, but yeah. We should probably wait until after you meet with the partners though."

Ben: "I'm booking my flight right now."

Ben arrived at Heathrow airport that Monday at 1:00pm. He picked up his bags and went to find a cab.

"Ben?" a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

He turned around to see a redhead with glasses looking back at him. "Kate?" he asked.

"It's me. I thought I'd pick you up and drive you to Meridian. I hope you're not disappointed."

Ben looked her up and down. "Not at all."

"You at least going to greet me with a hug?" she asked.

"At least," he replied, dropping his bags and wrapping his arms around her. Kate's breasts pressed against him and he found himself instantly affected by her.

As he began to pull away, her green eyes looked back at him. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. "Mmm," she hummed as their lips entwined. Her tongue darted between her lips into his mouth and their hands began to roam over each other. It was getting too intense for such a public place. Kate parted from him and smiled. "Can I help with your bags?"

"Sure," said Ben, handing her the smaller one.

He followed her to the parking structure, placed his bags in the back of her car and headed for the front right door.

"You think you're driving?" Kate laughed.

"Oh, right," said Ben, smacking his forehead with his palm and walking over to the left side of the car.

To Ben's surprise, most of their conversation during the drive to Meridian was about the interview and what to expect. They pulled into a parking structure and walked to the Meridian offices, which were beautifully crafted, an Architect's dream.

Kate introduced him to the four people with whom he was to interview and, one by one, he met with each. By the time he met with the whole group together, he was nearly certain he hadn't gotten the job. The partners grilled him about his knowledge of building codes and safety regulations, things for which he, as an Architect, would never be solely responsible.

Ben wondered if they had already decided whom to hire, but needed another candidate to facilitate the illusion of impartiality. Ben had seen that happen a thousand times. His former boss, Brisco Hughes, usually had someone in mind for open positions before an official search began.

By the time his interviews ended, it was 5:00. Kate met him in the downstairs lobby and they set off to dinner. They mostly spoke about the partners and the interviews over roast and potatoes at a corner pub.

"I don't think they liked me very much," said Ben.

"I'm sure they liked you just fine," Kate countered. "They're just kind of set in their ways, and the timing just sucked."

"Why?" asked Ben. "What happened?"

"Well, there was a guy who worked for them a couple years ago," she said. "The partners found out this morning that he's available and potentially interested in the job."

"I figured it was something like that," Ben sighed. "There's no chance they're going to give me that position."

"Well, if it's any consolation," Kate smiled. "I'll give you any position you like."

Ben smiled back. "Check please," he said.

By the time they reached the third floor landing at Kate's flat, they were kissing, barely conscious of their surroundings, save for their hands reaching for the doorknob. By the time they were in, the door couldn't close fast enough.

"Get naked," Ben commanded. "I want to see you now."

Kate smiled, took her shirt off, and walked away from him toward her bedroom. Her ass swayed with each step and she unhooked her bra just as she disappeared into her room. Ben kicked his shoes and socks off, dropped his pants, and threw off his shirt before following her. He was already erect, making a tent in his boxers as he walked in.

Kate was still facing away from him. She slid her pants down and off her ankles. Her bra was already on the floor. Then she wiggled out of her panties and kicked them away. Her hands raised up to let her red, wavy hair loose from whatever it was that held it up to begin with.

She turned slowly until she faced Ben. She was nude, her eyes filled with lust. She looked him up and down. "Now, show me that cock," she said.

Ben took his boxers off and began to stroke his dick in his hand. "You look great in person," he said.

"Thanks," Kate replied. "So do you." She leaned against the wall and ran her hands over her own skin. Her hands drifted over her tits, then her belly and finally her pussy.

Ben continued to stroke as he watched her finger herself. "Mmm," he moaned.

"You like my body?" she said in her alluring English accent.

Ben nodded. "Come over here and I'll show you."

Kate approached, taking her hands from her pussy. With one hand she grabbed his cock and started stroking it. With the other, she touched his lower lip. "Always better in person. Don't you think?"

"Much better," Ben replied. He let her finger into his mouth and sucked on it, tasting the musk of her pussy. "Is this the interview?" he said.

"Is it a job you're after?" she smiled. "I'll give you a job."

She knelt, removed her glasses, and took his hard member between her lips, sucking on it. Ben was already quite affected. He hoped he would hold out. She seemed to sense that he was building toward climax. She removed his cock from her mouth. Ben was both relieved and disappointed.

"Don't worry," she said. "We have all night. You'll have time to recover. I've wanted to do this to you since I saw that picture you sent me."

Her lips slid back over his cock. She sucked him like she was hungry for it, enjoying each moment of it. Ben couldn't believe how good she felt. The rush of pleasure built in his balls and they tightened. "I'm gonna cum," he announced. It was like slow motion. She slid it back out, a rope of saliva dangling between her lower lip and the end of his dick.

He erupted, shooting cum over her chin and tits. It hung from her nipples like an invitation. He knelt to her level, wrapping his arms around her and leaning her back. His lips met her nipple, tasting the cum that coated its surface. He licked and sucked her nipple. "Fuck yes," she cried. "My nipples are so sensitive."

"I love your tits," Ben said as he continued to lick.

"Want to see a neat trick?" she replied. Her fingers found her other breast and as she teased the nipple, she lactated. A soft stream dripped down the underside of her breast.

"That's amazing," he said. "I didn't know that was possible."

"Like I said. I'm very sensitive."

Ben smiled. "Does it ever happen spontaneously?"

Kate smiled back. "You'll have to wait and see. I'm going to shower off. Find some porn on my laptop and make yourself at home."

Ben settled in as Kate walked toward the bathroom. He found a few videos and began to watch them. There was one he had seen before featuring Georgina Gee, one of his favorite busty british stars. In the video, she strip teased, played with her tits and tweaked her nipples. By the time Kate reemerged a half-hour later, he was erect, stroking himself as he watched the porn star slowly finger herself while rubbing her tits.

"Find something you like?" Kate asked as she sat on the bed, naked.

Ben looked up at her and closed the laptop. "I have," he said.

She lay down with him and kissed him. Her hand found his cock and she stroked it gently in her hand. "Do you feel like you're ready for round two?" she asked.

"Just about," he answered, "but first, I want to pay you back for earlier."

"Does that mean what I think it means?" she smiled.

"I hope so," he said as he nudged her onto her back, moved to her hips and parted her knees.

"It's been so long since anyone licked my pussy," she said.

Ben lowered his head between her legs and touched the end of his tongue to her clit. She shivered and moaned. "Yes," she uttered.

His tongue caressed her labia and pressed against her clit. She had a lovely pussy. He kissed it, using his lips and tongue together to pleasure her. Her hips seemed to move toward him in a slow rocking motion as though she was riding his face. Her feet pressed together in the center of his upper back, widening the spread of her legs. "Your lips feel so good on my pussy," she breathed.

She panted and moaned. He hungrily teased and tasted her swollen mound. She grabbed the bed sheets in her hands as she built toward orgasm. He was bringing her closer to climax with each touch and lick. His tongue found its way into her and she cried out. She was at the edge and needed to release. "I'm... going... to..."

She tensed, nearly strangling Ben with her legs, and her body went limp. She panted and gasped, overcome from her climax.

Ben continued to kiss her pussy for about a minute and then he began to kiss up her abdomen and stomach, then he cupped one of her full tits in his hand and sucked the nipple. A line of liquid still remained, dripping down the side of her breast.

"Did you..." Ben began to ask.

"When I'm that turned on," she replied, "it happens."

"Fantastic," he smiled.

"Kiss me," she said.

Ben's mouth met hers, the scent of her arousal still tangible on his lips. "Mmm," she said, licking her lips. "I love the taste of pussy," she added.

"Have you ever eaten pussy?" Ben asked?

"Only once," she replied. "But I taste my fingers when I masturbate." She closed in, staring into his face, about to kiss him again. "I want to lick your cock after you fuck me," she said.

Ben's lips pressed against hers. Her legs parted and wrapped around his body as he worked his cock into her wet pussy. Their bodies caressed. Their hands joined and he began to push in and out.

"Oh fuck," she shouted. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

His pace quickened. He licked and kissed her neck, savoring the smooth skin as his dick plunged in and out of her. She was wriggling, moaning and calling out "Oh yes! Fuck me!"

He lifted himself by his arms and planted his hands on the mattress for leverage. Kate's eyes were filled with lust. She squeezed the ends of the pillow beneath her head.




Ben Around Ch. 07



Then, she began to lactate.

Ben had never seen anything like it. Her nipples dripped clear-white liquid. More emerged with each thrust. Never before had he seen a woman so sexually stimulated that her breasts leaked. There was something incredibly vulnerable about it.

His lips rested on her nipple and he sucked as he pushed his cock deep into her. Kate's shouts became louder as she climaxed again. Ben fucked all the harder. Her legs still wrapped around his body, his balls began to tighten, full and ready to shoot their load deep into her pussy.

Tingling rose through his engorged dick, from the base to the tip. Finally, with a moan of satisfaction, his semen erupted into her waiting hole.

"Fuck," Kate shouted. "That felt so fucking good. I can feel your hot cum dripping from me."

Ben slid from her and lifted up onto his knees. His still-erect cock, wet from sex, was an invitation to Kate. She licked her lips, staring at his dick. She got up and crawled to him.

Her lips met the end of his phallus and she sucked the slippery mixture of cum and her own juices from him. She continued her blowjob and teased at her nipples, allowing her tits to drip onto the bed sheets.

"Mmm. I fucking love how that tastes," she said as she gave him a few more licks.

"Wow, Kate," said Ben. "I've never experienced anything like this."

"Fucking an Englishwoman?" she joked.

"For starters," he replied. He brought her up to her knees and kissed her, the salty, musky flavor of sex fresh on her lips. His arms wrapped her body and pressed the soft flesh of her milky tits against him.

"I can't tell you if you've gotten the job," she said, "but you've got a fucking girlfriend whenever you're in England. I can tell you that."

He stared into her eyes and kissed her. They collapsed onto the bed and Ben's lips found their way to her nipple again. He teased it with his tongue, and she lactated again.

"I will, at least, have to stay for breakfast," he said.