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Blast From The Past

By: Celtic_Heart



I first met Tom when I was 16. He was 18. He was also my best friend's boyfriend. Even then I had a soft spot for him. I was a pretty awkward teenager. Lacking self confidence, I was convinced I was ugly. Even though Michelle was my best friend I was insanely jealous of her. She was good looking and, even at 16, had a fabulous figure that made her a hit with the boys. I'd never had a boyfriend, probably because I didn't have the confidence to make the most of my looks. 

As I said, I liked Tom. It wasn't that he was particularly good looking, although he wasn't bad. It was more because he was all ways really nice to me. He treated me as a real person and not, as I thought of myself, as Michelle's ugly friend. He was always someone friendly to talk to. Someone that would take time to listen to my worries and never dismiss me as just some silly girl. The fact that, according to Michelle, he was fantastic in bed only added to his appeal. If anything, I think I was more upset than Michelle when they split up and he left to go to university. 

Michelle was always totally frank about her sex life. She'd been doing it since she was 15. I'm convinced she insisted in telling me all the details to boost her ego, knowing that since I'd never done more than have a quick snog at a school disco, I'd be bound to be jealous. Sometimes I almost hated her but I found the details highly arousing. At night I'd lie in bed fantasizing about the things she'd told me that she and Tom had done. Usually I simply imagined them at it but sometimes, if I was feeling particularly daring, I would imagine that Tom was with me, his cock pumping in and out of my virgin pussy, taking me to unexplored height of passion. 

I haven't seen Michelle since we left school but I'll always be grateful for those lurid descriptions. Thanks to them I developed a vivid imagination that has brought me a lot of pleasure over the intervening years. As for Tom, well our paths would cross again about six years later. 

It was a warm, sultry August evening, around 7pm, and I was on my home from work. I was a student and I'd taken a summer job as a waitress in a near by restaurant. It wasn't much but it kept my fed and put a roof over my head. My local pub was about two minutes from my flat. In the summer there were tables in the front courtyard. As it was such a lovely evening I decided to stop off for a quick drink. 

The inside was crowded. I made my way to the bar and ordered a large glass of wine. As I turned around I bumped into the person behind me almost spilling my drink. "Oops, sorry," I said. I stepped back. As I got a proper look at him I was hit by a sudden flash of recognition. "Tom?" I enquired, not quite believing my eyes. He looked puzzled for a moment, hardly surprising given how much my appearance had changed in the last six years. His momentary confusion passed. "Julie? Bloody hell, Julie. How are you?" 

"Fine. Just fine," I replied, "you?" 

"Pretty good. What are you doing here?" 

"I'm just having a quick drink on my way home from work. What about you?" 

"I'm just here with a couple of friends. You can join us if you like." 

I agreed. Tom lead me towards his table where he introduced me to Steve and Tracey. They were friends of his from university and he was staying with them few days before heading back down to Manchester where he had been working since he graduated two years earlier. 

We chatted and had a few more drinks. It was about an hour later when Tracey decided it was time for her and Steve to leave. Smiling at Tom she said, "You two obviously have a lot of catching up to do so we'll leave you to it." 

"You don't have to go," I replied. I was enjoying their company, although the idea of having Tom to myself for a while was quite appealing. 

"No, it's fine," she replied, "it's been nice meeting you. You got keys to get in?" 

Tom nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't wait up," he said cheekily. 

"Don't worry, we won't. And don't make too much noise when you get back." 

"I won't if you two don't," he replied with a knowing smirk. 

Tracey poked her tongue out at him in mock anger then kissed him on the cheek. "Have a nice night you two." 

"Thanks. We will, see you guys later," said Tom. 

With that, they left. We had a few more drinks as we reminisced, chatting about friends from school and other matters. It must have been about 9 o' clock when it dawned on me that I hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime. "You hungry?" I asked. Then, with a smile I added, "'Cos I'm starving." 

Tom laughed then replied, "Well, now you mention it, I am a bit peckish." 

"There's a pizza place about two minutes from here and my flat's just round the corner," I ventured, "if you like me could get something there and nip back to mine." 

It was a totally innocent request with no, conscious, ulterior motive. Until then I'd been perfectly content just talking to him. I must confess that I felt something begin to stir inside me when he smiled then replied, "Sure, great idea. Lead the way." 

In less than fifteen minutes we were back at mine, eating our pizzas and washing them down with the remains of a bottle of wine from my fridge. Having already drunk more than I'd intended the wine had gone to my head. That, combined with Tom's proximity, added to a growing sense of frustrated longing. I wanted him to take me, as he'd done so often in my fantasies. 

Maybe Tom was having the same feelings about me; maybe it was just that the wine had loosened or inhibitions. One minute we were sitting together on the sofa chatting, the next we were in each others' arms, our lips pressed firmly together. 

A shiver ran through me as I felt his hands explore my body. I felt his hand move to the front of my blouse, slowly undoing the buttons. He kissed down my neck then over the swelling of my breasts. My hand found its way to his jeans and quickly had them open. Tom's teeth pinched my nipple through the material of my bra as my hand slid inside his shorts and, for the first time, touched the proud, hard erection that I'd fantasised about so often. 

Tom gasped softly as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. I let out a low moan of lust as he pushed the cup of my bra aside and sucked my exposed nipple in to his mouth, flicking it lightly with his tongue. My pussy was on fire, my knickers already felt uncomfortably wet. 

Without warning I broke his embrace and slid off the sofa to kneel in front of him. I looked up and smiled as I grabbed the waist of his jeans and began to tug. Distantly I heard him ask, "Are you sure about this Julie?" I put a finger to my lips. "Sshh," I said softly, "I've wanted to do this with you for years." He smiled and raised his hips to make it easier for me. I pulled his jeans and shorts down with one movement and was rewarded with my first glimpse of his cock. It was as long and as thick as I 'd imagined it could be. Smiling to myself, I realised that Michelle had described to me pretty accurately. I held it in my left hand and leaned forward. Tom moaned as I kissed the tip then ran my tongue slowly up and down its length, coating it from balls to tip with a fine film of saliva. 

I opened my hungry mouth and wrapped my lips around the head. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh Julie!" he murmured as I slowly slid my mouth down his shaft, taking the tip into the back of my throat. When I had as much of his cock in my mouth as I could take I wrapped my fingers around the remaining couple of inches. Moving my hand and mouth together, I slowly began to slide up and down the length of his cock. 

"Fuck Julie, that's fantastic," he sighed appreciatively. 

I stopped for a moment. With an arch little smile I asked, "Hope you're not comparing me with Michelle?" 

He laughed. "Not a chance," he replied, "but then how could I? She never did this." 

"She didn't?" I was genuinely surprised. "According to her she could never get enough." 

He shook his head. "A bit unadventurous was our Michelle." Then, with a note of longing, he added, "Do we really have to talk about her just now?" 

I laughed and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure as my tongue flicked over the crown of his cock. Sucking him deep into my mouth again I slipped off my blouse. My head bobbed up and down as I deftly removed my bra. By now my knickers were uncomfortably wet so I hitched my skirt up and pulled them off while, at the same time, my lips continued to glide up and down his thick shaft. 

Finally, my mouth needed a rest. I let his cock slip from between my lips. Leaning forward, I positioned myself with my breasts on either side of his dick. Pinching my nipples, I pressed my breasts firmly against his cock, engulfing it in my cleavage, and began to rub up and down. 

Tom groaned contentedly as I slowly wanked him with my breasts. At the bottom of each stroke the head of his prick passed before my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the slit and round the rim causing him to clench his teeth to stifle a moan. Looking up at him I smiled. "You like?" I asked huskily. 

Tom sighed then said, "You're kidding aren't you? You're fucking fantastic! I'm not going to last much longer if you keep this up." 

Smiling I replied, "Just warn me before you cum. If you're able to that is." With that I swirled my tongue over the tip of his cock, pressed my breasts even more firmly around him and began wanking him again in earnest. 

Within minutes Tom was moaning and breathing hard. "Julie. Oh Julie!" he gasped, "I can't hold on, I'm going to cum!" I took the tip of his cock between my lips and flicked the slit with my tongue. With one hand I stroked his cock, the other gently cupped and squeezed his balls. I marvelled at how heavy and full they felt. Tom's body was shaking as he tried to hold back. I let my mouth relax in readiness. 

With out any further warning he erupted. Hot jets of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed urgently, determined not to waste a single drop. As his climax subsided I began to suck harder and, using my fingers, I milked every last drop of cum from him, savouring its taste and texture as it trickled down my throat. 

I stood up, licking the last traces of his cum from my lips. I undid my skirt and let it fall to the ground. Smiling, I said, "That's just for starters." I offered Tom my hand to hand to help him from the sofa. As he stood up he removed the last remnants of his clothes. I cast an admiring eye over his lean, well muscled frame then, taking his hand, we walked, naked, to my bedroom. 

With my pussy on fire I pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him. Our lips met, his tongue invaded my mouth. The tension inside me mounted, straining for release. Instinctively I knew his cock had still to recover so I took the only available option. 

I moved up until I sat with my legs astride his head and my pussy hovering over his mouth. Tom needed no instruction. His tongue parted my lips, licked along the length of my slit then lightly flicked my swollen clit. "Yes!" I cried out; his tongue on my clit sending shivers of pleasure through my body. 

I cupped my hands around my breasts, running the palms over my hard nipples. Tom's breath was like fire on my sensitive flesh. His tongue lapped and probed my pussy. I was so turned on I knew that my climax would soon be pulsing through me. "Oh Tom! Oh yes!" I moaned as first one then two fingers slid into me. I clenched my pussy, gripping his fingers tight as they twisted inside me. His tongue pounded my clit. My fingers squeezed and twisted my nipples between them. I felt my womb contract, sending the first tremors of orgasm through me. 

The pressure mounted as Tom's tongue kept its rhythm. His fingers fucked me relentlessly. The spasms in my womb grew stronger. I tried to hold back, the pressure mounted until I thought I would explode. My body shook and my nerves felt like they were on fire. A raw scream of lust tore from my throat, proclaiming to the world just how much pleasure his tongue was bringing me. 

Unable to contain any more I let go. The dam burst and my orgasm washed over me, carrying me away on waves of joy. 

Barely able to move I slid down his body until I felt his cock press against me. I kissed him. Tasting myself on his lips. I pushed my hips back and felt him slide easily into me. With the remains of my strength I ground myself against him, rocking my hips so that his cock slid slowly in and out of my pussy. Tom began to move. Each downward motion of my hips was met by an upward thrust of his. Both of us combining to push his cock deeper inside me. 

Drained by my earlier release I gripped his cock deep within my pussy and rolled over. For a while I lay there, simply taking pleasure from the sensations as his cock stroked in and out. Slowly at first, then getting progressively faster, his thrusts pinned me to the bed. I began to roll my hips upwards to meet each stroke. I opened my legs wider and brought my knees up so that he could penetrate me even more deeply. I dug my fingers into his arse cheeks, urging him on. "Oh Tom," I cried, "fuck me. That feels so good. Fuck me harder!" 

Tom plunged into me, spearing me over and over with his cock. His balls slapped against me with every thrust. Pulling back, so far that he almost slid out of my soaking pussy, he slammed his cock back into me with a force that brought tears to my eyes. 

Over and over, in and out, Tom hammered my cunt with his cock, stroking in and out like a piston. My fingers clawed at him. Yelling obscenities, I urged him on. In response he groaned, "Oh yes! Oh Julie. Your cunt's so hot. I'm going to cum in your tight little cunt." 

"Oh God yes!" I replied as he thrust his cock into me with long, hard, powerful strokes. "Fuck me. Screw me. Cum in my pussy, fill me with your hot cum. Fill me now!" 

With a groan and one massive final thrust, Tom buried his cock inside me. I felt the first jet of cum erupt from his cock, splashing against my cervix. He continued to grind his cock in and out of my pussy. With every thrust he shot more and more sperm deep inside me. 

Exhausted, Tom withdrew and collapsed beside me. As his cum trickled out of me I dipped my fingers to my pussy, coating them with a hot, sticky mixture of our juices. I raised them to my lips and licked them clean. 

Beside me, Tom chuckled softly. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm just trying to work out what happened to the quiet, sensible little Julie I knew in school. I'm having trouble reconciling her with the tiger that's just fucked my brains out." 

I laughed. "I finally discovered members of the opposite sex and left her behind years ago." Then, with a smile, I added, "You may not realize it but you're at least partially responsible for the transformation." 

"I am?" he asked. "How?" 

"Well," I replied, "when you were going out with Michelle, she used to tell me all about the things you that the pair of you, allegedly used to get up to. I'd never had a boyfriend but I had a pretty vivid imagination and very capable fingers. I guess my earliest sexual experiences were when I would lie awake at night, fingering myself to a climax, while imagining you were doing to me the things that, according to Michelle, you were doing to her." 

Tom couldn't help laughing. We spent the next half hour or so chatting as we lay there, naked, in each others' arms. I told him all about the things Michelle had told me they'd done and Tom gave me his version of what had happened. In the end, it turned out that Michelle had been much more imaginative about describing her sexual exploits than she had been about taking part in them. It amused me that so many of my fantasies had clearly been based on hers. 

As we talked, I found myself absently stroking his cock, slowly bringing it back to life. Reliving my teenage fantasies had got me fairly turned on again and, from the evidence at hand, had had a similar effect on Tom. "Think you could manage another?" I asked. 

Grinning, Tom replied, "Oh, I'm sure I could be persuaded." 

I kissed him then moved down the bed. I licked my lips then took his cock into my mouth once more. His cock still tasted of a mixture of his cum and my own juices; I devoured him eagerly. Tom's hands were on my head, pushing me forward, forcing me to take even more of his length into my mouth. My head bobbed rapidly up and down and I was rewarded with a series of sighs and groans. 

Almost reluctantly, I let his cock slip from between my lips. Moving slightly up the bed, I positioned myself on all fours. Hungrily, I turned to Tom. "Alright big boy, show me what you can do," I said. I parted my legs slightly, exposing my wet pussy and wriggled my bum suggestively. 

Tom positioned himself behind me and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down the length of my slit. On several occasions he pushed briefly at my entrance then pulled away and continued his teasing. It was more than I could bear. "Stop teasing and fuck me," I demanded. Tom placed the head of his cock at the outer edge of my cunt. Then, without warning, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back. "Oooh, uun, aahh," I moaned as my pussy found itself filled once again with his dick. Tom started to thrust, sliding his cock in and out with short, sharp strokes. I thrust my hips back to meet each stroke of his cock, impaling myself on it completely. Supporting myself on one hand, I reached back to stroke my clit. Pushing my hand back further, his cock slipped between my fingers as it pumped in and out of me. 

With my hand rubbing my clit I was trembling on the verge of a climax in next to no time. "Yes! Oh yes. Fuck me, oooh fuck me! Oooh yes," I cried as, once again, my body released its sexual tension. 

Tom slowed his pace as my orgasm shook me, feeling the contractions of my cunt along the length of his shaft. As my senses returned, I looked back at him and said, "There's still one hole that's waiting to be filled." Tom didn't hesitate. He pulled his cock from my pussy then ran it up and down the length of my slit, covering it with my juices. Each time he made contact with my clit a bolt like an electric shock pulsed through me. And then I felt the tip of his cock pressing at my other entrance. There was a brief moment of pain as my ring slowly stretched to accommodate him. "Oohhhh!" I moaned as, ever so slowly, I pushed my hips back, taking him deeper and deeper into my back passage. "Fuck Julie, that's so tight. It's incredible!" he said when, at last, his cock was buried fully inside my arse. He began to slide his well lubricated dick slowly in and out. I moaned, softly, as my asrehole stretched around his cock. 

Tom began to thrust harder. Leaning forward he reached for my breasts as his cock pumped in and out of my arse. He teased my nipples and I stroked my clit furiously as his cock invaded my rear. "Yes, oh God yes! Fuck my arse, go on fuck it!" I cried as yet another climax approached. The intensity of the sensations I felt as it broke over me brought tears to my eyes. My hand fell away from my pussy as I struggled to hold myself up. My arsehole gripped Tom's cock like a vice as it thrust eagerly into me. 

My body was still shaking uncontrollably when, at last, I heard Tom announce "Oh, God. Oh Julie. I can't hold on, I'm going to cum." 

"Yes! Oooh yes!" I responded. "Do it! Cum in my arse! Cum in my fucking arse!" 

Tom thrust deeply. His balls slapped against my enflamed pussy. With a load moan, I felt his cock twitch uncontrollably. "Julie! Sweet fucking Julie! Ohhh!" he cried as he emptied his load deep into my bowels. 

As I lay awake in bed that night, long after Tom had finally left, I relived the events of that evening. My fantasies now had that hard edge of reality as my fingers drove in and out of my pussy. I could still feel Tom inside me as I skilfully brought myself to a shuddering climax with my fingers before finally falling into a deep, satisfied sleep. 


Blast From the Past



Please let me share something with you that I think you will like, but first a little background. My name is Steven and I am a married man. My wife and I have been married 6 happy years. Dawn, my wife is a beautiful woman about 5’7” with light brown hair and green-gray eyes. She is still stunning even after having given birth to two children.

Dawn is the love of my life. She is the reason why I live, the reason why I draw breath, but as much as wishes it the hard truth is that she was not the first. Sherry was the first love of my life. She is also around the same height as my wife but with blonde hair, green eyes and a hard-defined figure. 

I on the other hand stand 5’9” with long black hair and dark skin, something that I get from my Spanish heritage. When I was younger I let my fingernails grow out long and I clipped them to sharp points like that of sharks teeth. Even now on occasion I will clip them the same way. My most dominant feature would have to be my eyes. The colors of my eyes are a golden brown with a dark brown almost black circle around the iris.

I have always had an athletic build. People have told me that I could be a body builder if I just put my mind to it. With 28-inch thighs and 16-inch biceps I tend to agree with them. The only problem that I really had a kid and teenager was my weight. I have never considered myself fat, but like most guys my age I was borderline. It wasn’t until I started studying martial arts did I start losing my belly.

My lust for women drove my training. Sherry had taken Tae-Kwon-Do classes and I saw what it had done for her, so having been interested in martial arts most my life I started training on my own. I guess this is how I caught the eye of Dawn as well as Sherry.

They had known each other in school and when I was dating Dawn, Sherry couldn’t stand it. Of course when I still spoke with Sherry my wife went nuts.

Even though it has been over a decade since we have dated, we still talk and I consider her one of my closest friends. My wife tried for many years to understand but she could never grasp the nature of Sherry and my relationship.

Sherry and I dated many times in high school. She was the first girl that I kissed. She was also the first girl that I had any kind of sexual encounter with, as limited as it was.

Like many teenagers at that time, our first real date was to the movies at the local mall. She wore a light flowery dress that hugged her girlish figure and developing breasts.

We made our way through the mall looking through the shop windows while holding hands and kissing in the isles. Making flirtatious passes at one another in the bookstore. 

She would raise the hem of her dress up to her thighs, trying to see how much it would take to get my going and I must admit it didn’t take much. 

In the toy store I pressed her up against the wall of stuffed animals kissing her hard. Our tongues playing tag with each other as my hand slid up her bare legs up under her dress. Her breathing quickened as my hand got higher on her virgin thighs until I touched her cotton panties. She gasped in fright and excitement at the touch. It seemed that she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

Sherry was at odds with her desires and her reason. She finally slid from my clutches just as my fingers were rubbing the crease of her undies. An explosion of warmth enveloped my fingertips as they hit a certain spot, but she moved too quickly for me to realize what I had hit.

I noticed that her nipples were hard as pencil erasers when she glanced back. “I think we need to get out of here stud.” The smile on her face was one of frustration and bliss. Like a woman that knows her thoughts are a cardinal sin, but in the mists of lust it only makes it that much more exciting.

With our arms wrapped around one another we entered the theater lobby and bought some drinks. In the theater her head was resting on my shoulder as we moved down the isles looking for a seat. We arrived early by fifteen minutes and the theater was deserted. She and I took a couple of seats at the back of the theater so if someone came into the room we would see them but they wouldn’t see us unless they glanced back over their shoulders.

We sat and talked as we waited for the movie to start all the while our hands playing with each other. Our fingers would circle the other’s finger like mock tongues. I would turn her palm up and lightly scratch it with the tips of my sharp fingernails until they were flushed red and sweating.

I noticed her unconsciously licking her lips every few seconds and watch her eyes dart down to my lap then back up. The edge of her dress rested high on her thighs and her knees were turned towards me.

The movie started ten minutes late, but we didn’t seem to notice. Our bodies leaned in to one another with our heads resting on the others. She started rubbing my arm from forearm to bicep. She hugged my arm with her other arm putting mine in an awkward position. I was forced to rest my hand on her naked knee.

Touching her legs made my blood burn and I began to sweat. Before I knew what I was doing my fingers began to rub circles on her knee. My movements didn’t seem to bother Sherry and in fact she slid her top leg down just a little bit almost like she wanted to spread her legs but that would have been too obvious.

She continued to rub my arm but as she did I noticed she was pressing the back of her hand to my chest. Sherry’s hand was rubbing across my nipple as she did this and whether it was intentional or not I couldn’t tell. But after a few minutes of this she had to of noticed my hard nipple and it seemed that she didn’t mind because she just kept on rubbing it.

Sherry’s attention was off my arm now and focused on my chest. This caused the circles that I was doing on her knee to widen and encompass her entire knee. We kissed. My hand began the slow travel up her thigh and back down again. My fingernails dancing across her sensitive skin and her reaction was to thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I felt the material of her dress as my hand slid under it. Her hand unbuttoned my shirt just enough for her hand to slip in. Even at the age of fifteen my chest was covered in fine dark hair, another gift of my heritage.

There was a heat coming from between her legs that guided my hand. I could feel the dampness even before my hand reached for panties, but when it did reach them her legs slid further apart.

I began kissing her face, then her cheeks, next her ears and then finally her neck. She let out a heavy sigh as I opened my mouth and gently bit her neck and pressed my hand against her covered mound.

Her next reaction was to claw at my chest and moan. I sucked on the skin of her neck as my fingers searched for that spot from earlier. It took me only a moment to find it, but when I did it was like she became a different person.

Sherry turned her head away from me offering me her neck as she began to grind into my hand. I was in shock. I had never thought that I could be this effective on my first try. 

“Mmmm. Oh Steven.”

“You like that baby?” I whispered in her ear.

“YES!” she gasped as she was still grinding into me.

I smiled and looked into her eyes, “Then lets try this.”

I switched hands so that my left arm, which had been pinned, was quickly replaced with my right hand. The first arm was now around her back and reaching around her in almost a hug, but with one difference. My left hand was at her chest feeling her left breast. 

My fingers found the edge of her panty and slid underneath them. They were so wet that my first thought was she had spilled her drink, but that wasn’t the case. The tips of my fingers probed her slit and were instantly wet at the touch.

“Oh. What’s this?” I breathed into her ear.

Her moans became steady as one finger slid into her and the fingers of my other hand tweaked her nipple. “OH YESS BABY!” Sherry said as her hand moved down to my lap and pressed against my groin. She ran her fingers up the length of my hard-on. Sherry grabbed at my cock through my pants and rubbed it against my leg as I inserted another finger. She tightened up, “FUCK! YESS!”

I pulled my fingers out just to the tips and slid them up and down her lips until I hit her clit.  She shuttered when my fingernails grazed her clit and she let out a loud gasp. I had found it. 

“OH! YESS!” she moaned. “OH! GOD! YESS!”

My fingers already wet began to circle her clit causing her to moan louder and louder. The faster I rubbed her clit the louder her got. I started alternating finger-fucking her and then rubbing her clit until she leaned back biting her bottom lip and running her fingers through her hair.

“OH! OH! I’m almost THERE!” Her hips were thrusting into my hand as my other hand pinched her nipple. “THAT’S IT!” With my two fingers on either side of her clit I moved them back and forth as fast as I could. Just listening to her breathing get heavier. “OOOH! OOOOH! YESSS! YESS!” Her body began to tremble. “OOOOH! GODD!” An explosion of warmth expelled from her cunt into the palm of my hand. “I-I’MMM CCUMMMMING!”

Her fists were pulling at her hail as her breathing came in deep gasps. I was stunned at what I had just done to her. I could do nothing but watch as she wiggled her pussy around my fingers until the wave subsided.

I don’t remember anything about that movie that we ‘watched’ and was forced to rent it years later.

When we left the theater her legs were wobbly and we got meaningful glances from the ushers.

After high school Sherry moved off to college and was in a relationship with this air force guy that treated her like shit. We would talk on the phone for hours and she would tell me of how he never touched her or seemed interested in her. She would have to beg for sex and even then it was less than desired.

I could never understand why because she was hot. She thought that he may have been cheating on her, but she could never prove it. She would come down to visit one of her girl friends about once a year just to get away.

Now by this time I was already married with one kid and one on the way. This is when I heard that she was down for a couple of days. I returned home from working the nightshift when she and her best friend greeted me in the parking lot of our apartments.

She must have been working out, or maybe it was the lack of sex in my own life, because when I saw her, my mouth dropped open. She was wearing this short tight black skirt with black stockings and a white top that was tight across the chest and cut low enough to show off her delicious cleavage. 

Ann was her friend and was also a looker. She was wearing tight black slacks that showed off her ghetto-booty and they were hip-huggers so when she bent over you see her red thong riding up the crack of her ass. She wore a red sweater the strained to cover her amazingly big breasts.

They greeted me with a big hug and right off I could smell that they had been drinking. Sherry gave me a peck on the cheek and squeezed me crushing her tits into my chest. Ann on the other hand gave me a full body hug. When she hugged me she pressed her entire body against me, which started to excite me, and I think that she knew it. She lingered there for a few moments, pressed up against me breathing into my ear as she nuzzled into my neck.

I invited them into my apartment knowing that my wife was there and if I didn’t that she would have thought something was shady. My wife had that ‘I can’t believe they are bold enough to come here’ look on her face, but she smiled and made pleasant conversation.

I brought my children down to meet her and she in turn pulled out a camera and started taking pictures of the kids. The conversation was dry and tension was in the air. Not just because of the uneasiness between my wife and this woman that I use to date, but because at one point while my wife and I were dating Sherry had told her that she could take me away from her at any time that she wanted.

When my wife wasn’t looking or was in another room Sherry would brush her hand against my hand or rub my thigh. I could feel her eyes on me as I would get up from the couch and caught her staring at my ass more than once. 

At one point I wanted to test the waters and make sure that I wasn’t reading anything into this so I put my hand on her silk thigh, just below the hem of her skirt and noticed a smile wash across her face.

She seemed to not want to cause any problems between my wife and I so they got up to leave. I walked them to their truck, which was parked at the front of the apartments a couple of buildings down from mine. Once out of eyesight of my apartment both women pulled my arms into theirs.

“Why don’t you come over tonight?” Ann asked. “We were planning on going back to my place and have a couple daiquiris.”

“Yeah that is if you wife will let you out of the house,” Sherry said jokingly. 

We reached Ann’s truck and they each gave me another hug, but this time it wasn’t the hug a friend gives another friend. Sherry reached up around my neck and pulled me close nuzzling into my neck. The heat from her breath causing sudden changes down below, “I wish that you could come over, but I don’t want to cause any problems.”

“I know,” I replied. “But I am married now and have to be a good boy.” I flashed her a crooked smile.

Her reply shocked me, “Oh honey you have always been good.”

Sherry opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat causing her skirt to ride up her thighs to the top of her stockings.

I turned and Ann was standing there. Her arms encircled me in a close tight hug. Up until that moment I had never thought of her in a sexual way, but she pressed her body into me and I knew there was no hiding my erection. Ann held onto me longer than I expected and nuzzled into my neck as well. Her hips started to grind into my groin feeling my hard cock.

Her legs wrapped around the bulge in my crotch and slowly rode up and down its length as she kissed my neck. Shivers ran down my spine as blood rushed up my cock. Then as quickly as it began it ended.

I watched as they drove off into the night. I was forced to walk back to my apartment and wife with a painful hard-on. The warm air of the apartment was overbearing and I began to sweat profusely. 

“Well,” my wife began in a sarcastic tone. “That was a pleasant visit. Did you know SHE was in town?”

“No,” I answered truthfully. “Had no clue. But even if you’re not, I’m glad she stopped by. I haven’t seen her in three years.” Looking at Dawn I noticed her flushed cheeks and the look in her eyes that could only mean one thing. No sex for at least a week or more.

Only the ringing of the telephone broke the next hour of silence and Dawn was in no mood to talk on the damned thing. So I walked over to the stand where the phone lay and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end of the line was unmistakable. “Steven?” Sherry’s hypnotic voice asked. “Sorry to do this to you, but I left my camera over there.”

It sat on the coffee table in the living room. “Yeah I see it. Funny I didn’t even notice it.”

She chuckled on the other end of the line, “Would be a dear and bring to Ann’s place? I would come and get it, but we started drinking and neither one of us are in any condition to drive.” There was laughing in the background and Ann’s voice could be heard, but not understood.

“Well let me check first before I say yes,” I covered the receiver and turned to Dawn. “Dear this is Ann,” I lied. “Sherry is asleep and she just realized that they left her camera over here. She wants to know if I would mind taking it to her. Do you mind?”

She let out a big sigh and turned her attention to the television. “I guess. You don’t get to see her that often. Just don’t stay out too late ok.”

My heart leapt into my throat, then speaking back into the phone, “I’ll be there in a little bit.”

After kissing Dawn goodbye, I headed off to Ann’s place. My mind was racing thinking of all the things that could happen, but I kept telling myself that I was married. It may not have been happily at the present time, but for the most part we were happy.

Not like I looked too appealing at the present moment wearing a plain white t-shirt and black sweat pants with no underwear. My hair was always the same, long and straight, but I hadn’t washed it in a couple of days so it was soft and shiny. 

My tongue was pierced and I unconsciously played with the ball by running it across the front of my teeth making a clicking noise. For some reason I was nervous and couldn’t figure out why, but then thought it may have had something to do with the hugs that I got from the ladies.

Ann lived just outside of town and it took me fifteen minutes before I was pulling up in her driveway. The night was moonless and without the lights of the city it made it almost pitch black.

The doorbell rang and Ann opened the door. My eyes went instantly to the sports bra that she wore. It looked as if she had cantaloupes stuffed into it and her nipples were already hard and standing at attention. She also wore sweats, but the tops of them were rolled down to her hips and they must have shrunk in the wash because they were skintight.

Noticing my gaze she smiled, “Sorry we didn’t think you were coming so we slipped into our bed clothes.”

“Oh no reason to be sorry,” I smiled back a joker’s grin. “Its not like I am complaining.”

Sherry stepped into the hallway, “Oh he’s here. I didn’t hear him knock.”

Now I had problems because she wore a two-piece red satin nightie. It was low cut and hung just above her hard nipples with string shoulder straps. The bottoms were loose like men’s boxers, but cut high up the thigh like a bikini.

Ann giggled, “Steven I think you have some drool on the corner of your mouth.”

Blushing I walked into her home. In her house it was cold, dark and there was music playing on her stereo. The living room was modest filled with mixed furniture. There was a sliding glass door that led to the backyard and the living room was connected to the dining room.

On the dining table was two mixed drinks that were two-thirds empty. “Would you like something to drink? We have been drinking daiquiris.”

“Sure if you have some mixed up.” Ann started to the kitchen, but stumbled after three steps, which caused Sherry the burst out laughing.

“Told you that you were getting drunk,” Sherry teased still laughing at Ann. Her breasts bounced noticeably as she laughed.

Ann’s reply was simple, “Oh fuck off, ha ha.” They both laughed.

A slow song started playing on the radio as Ann continued to the kitchen and Sherry turned to me. Walking up to me she gave me a hug, which turned into a dance.

We moved slowly to the music, our bodies barely touching just close enough for her nipples to rub against my chest. Their hardness tracing circles around mine as my hands held onto her hips. 

My dick was again painfully hard creating a tent of my sweats. But there was nothing that I could do but wear it proudly. She moved closer and pressed herself against my hardness and grinned in response.

The song ended and the dance was over. By this time Ann walked back in handing me a glass of red mush.

“Has fresh strawberries in it. Taste it and tell me what you think.”

I took the drink and downed half of it trying to relax. That’s when I noticed that she noticed my pop-tent.

“I need another drink,” Sherry stated and she went in to the kitchen to refresh her drink.

“Well looks like you have a little problem there,” Ann flirted.

A puzzled look appeared on my face, “Pardon?”

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, “I meant this. Hmmm. Looks like you are having a problem with your sweats.”

I smiled, “I don’t think it is a problem, do you?” From the kitchen doorway Sherry stood watching Ann stroking my manhood. I tried to remind myself that I was married, but the alcohol was rushing to my head quickly.




Blast from the Past



I'd just arrived at the Film conference. Was about two hours late which meant I missed the premiere of a talented student name Christina Ingrams new work. Sucks when you plan so long for a trip and then everything goes to shit from minute one. My flight delayed an hour, hotel couldn't find my reservation, even though when they did, I'd been waiting another hour and a half. They upgraded me to the honeymoon suite, which had not been cleaned from the last guesst, and boy did they celebrate, alll over the place. When I finally laid my head down it was one in the morning. I took three of the five complimentary shots of Jack Daniels and fell asleep without setting any alarm to wake me up on time. Here I am now, sneaking behind the thick curtain to stand in the back and watch the remainder of this seminar. A woman is at the podium, answering questions about her film. I'd read the program, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what the woman's name was. I squinted passed my frames, but there was no name anywhere even though, she looked familar to me. The speaker announced that the next question would be the last and that then they'd be breaking off for lunch and smaller seminars. Someone asked where her inspiration came from and she thought briefly before saying, something about capturing the beauty she see's in visual storytelling. The speaker gave ending comments, then everyone began disbursing. I figured I'd grab something to eat and join a seminar. After grabbing a sandwich and Chardonnay at one of the lunch areas set up, I made my way to the bathroom to pee. There was a woman talking on the phone by a window near the bathroom. Her face was turned so she didn't see me looking. The conversation she was having seemed intense. I went into the bathroom, let out the river my bladder held and freshened up. When I made it back out, the woman was finishing her phone call. She turned around and leaned up against the wall. She looked up and we locked eyes. I knew her...it was the woman from earlier, but I really did know her. I couldn't recall from where or even when, but we both seemed to be trying to place each other. I walked over to her. 

"Hi," 

"Hey."

"So sorry to bother you, I just, you look familiar as hell to me. I just can't place you for some reason."

She studied my face a little more. She wore sleek frames over the most beautiful crystal blue eyes I'd ever seen. When I looked at her, it was as if I was looking into forever. Her brown hair was tied back. Her smile. That smile, I'd remember forever. She looked at me, kind of squinted. 

"I do feel like I've see you at some point in my life. Maybe you came to a seminar of mine, or-"

"Did you ever teach a film workshop?"

She chuckles, I study her laughter, that smile.

"I taught a small class years and years ago. Did a favor for a friend of mine."

"Lesa Collins right? I'm sure I was in that class." She looked good. It'd been at least 5 years. 

We both smile and nod, finding comfort in the fact that we aren't kidding ourselves about meeting before. 

"I'd ask you to coffee or something, but I don't want to keep you. I'm sure you're busy this weekend."

Lesa took a deep breath, 

"Yeah actually, I do have somewhere I'm supposed to be. "

It was kind of foolish of me to ask, but I just remembered being so impressed and intrigued by her. How awesome would it be to just chit chat, all these years later.

"I understand. Great seeing you."

"Now may not be good but here, take my number."

I quickly retrieve my phone from my messenger bag. I punch in the numbers as she says them. I call her and tell her to lock me in under 'Bren'. She said my last name as if it came to her like an epiphany. She then said she remembered me very well. We share another smile, before we part ways. I can't tell you how wet I got in those last four seconds of being in her presence. I remembered all too well, the way I used to think about her during class. Wondering constantly what made me so attracted to her. It was a little of everything and a little of nothing, but nonetheless, I wanted her just as much now. 

It was five-thirty. I'd been to two seminars and sat in on four screenings and interviews. Time seemed to be speeding by, and I was having the time of my life. A text came through, just as I was ordering another glass of wine. It was from Lesa, asking if I wanted to watch a screening of her colleague Miguel's film. I couldn't type, 'yes' fast enough. She told me where to find them and I met them there a few minutes later. As we settled into the dark room, I tried to seem less excited than I was. Her and some other people chatted before the movie began. When the lights started to dim, she looked over at me and smiled. "You're gonna enjoy this." 

'I already am' I said in my mind. 

Throughout the movie my pupils snuck to the corners of my eyes, in her direction. She'd be looking ahead, and I'd be reminiscing on past thoughts. Remembering my mind undressing her, piece by piece as she explained the intricacies of mise en scene. I'd catch myself staring too long, and turn away. The next time I'd did it, she was looking back at me. It startled me and I reacted, noticeably. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly and I blushed. Once the movie ended, everyone got up. Lesa's friend's coo'd and cheered. They planned to celebrate by bar hopping. I didn't wanna seem lame while waiting off on the side lines, but it didn't make sense to just leave. She told them she might catch up but after a much needed nap. It was almost eight. I hadn't eaten since one. There were a few people that I network with, that I was supposed to link up with but having not heard from anyone, I had no plans. She waved to them and turned to me. 

"Plans tonight?"

I shook my head, "None. Maybe go freshen up in my hotel and then grab something to eat. I overheard that you need a nap."

"You over heard me make up a lie so that I had a free night."

"Oh," I looked away to hide my reddening face (amazingly enough, as a black girl, I blush heavily). 

"I mean you wanted to have coffee earlier, we can maybe get dinner now, instead."

"Yeah, um. Why don't we go get freshened up and meet back, somewhere around here."

That smile appeared, as if I'd beckoned it. We begin walking to the elevators, and plan to meet in the lobby. No shit, we got in and she pushed floor 9. We were on the same floor. I chuckled when I realized.

She turned to me, "What's funny?"

"We're on the same floor."

"Hmm, how ironic."

"How convenient." I said in a low tone.

"What was that?" She asked.

"How ironic, indeed." I fibbed.

We were kind of quiet as we were pulled floor by floor. My heart kind of raced being in that enclosed space, just the two of us. 

The elevator finally stopped, and so did my rapid breathing. She looked over and smiled at me, getting off first.

"Your partner's here too?" I blurted as we walked down the narrow hallway.

I kicked myself inside. What the fuck, Bren?

"No." She shook her head, was quiet.

"Um. Sorry, that was random."

"It's okay. You, um were involved if I remember correctly."

"Oh gosh, that was so long ago. Yes I was. I'm not now." Though the last part wasn't asked for, I couldn't resist.

"This is me." She pointed to a door that looked just like mine and pulled out her key. 

"I'm actually just around the corner."

"Awesome. So, see you in a little while." Lesa said with that smile. I grinned and walked away. 

She'd done it again. Without even knowing, she'd made my body react senselessly. I showered that evening, with a sense of ecstasy. My hands were my loofa. My fingers massaged at parts of me that I couldn't see. But what I couldn't see, I felt. I closed my eyes and guided my hands to work me to a steamy climax. As my body swelled, I actually held back my deep urge. Something was telling me that I'd want to wait to orgasm. That holding out could prove to be better than I could imagine. 

I didn't waist time dressing. A white thong. A skirt that swayed and hugged my hips, and a blouse that left little to the imagination, with a black sheer bra. My heels clicked passed her room, headed for the elevator. Her door opened. We caught eyes again. She looked stunning. Black dress pants and a nice sweater, outlining her perfectly round breasts. I tried not to stare.

"You planned this didn't you." She joked.

"I wish I could take credit for these odd coincidences. Must be something else to blame. Cosmos or maybe, Sappho?" I grinned and looked away.

She shook her head with a smirk.

"Oh, hold on, I gotta grab something." She went back into her room. I stood in the hall for a second, before deciding to follow her into her room. She had a nice size room. A living room and one bedroom. I sat on the arm of the couch and looked around. I saw her camera, sitting in a bag, on the table. I went over and touched it lightly with my finger. She came out of her room. 

"I killed the last person who touched my camera."

I turned with an apologetic look, "Sorry, I-"

She laughed, "Bren, I'm kidding." She laughed a little more, "I'm an artist, not a murderer."

I replaced my shocked expression with a light grin. 

"Can you show me? Show me how you take pictures." I held her camera in my hand and walked over to her. I looked in her eyes and handed it to her. She looked back in mine, with almost the same expression. 

"I brought shots," I said switching up the mood lightly. "They screwed up my room big time, so they gave me all this free alcohol. Think they figured if I got drunk enough, I'd forget." 

She laughed and took the tiny bottle. We clinked, and drank. Though I knew lil'Jack would take some of the edge off, that's all I really needed. I didn't want to have to blame ANYTHING on the alcohol. 

She asked me to sit on the couch. It was the first time that I was in her presence that I felt like she was giving in to me. No class room or difference in age or even significant other creating an invisible wedge between us. I did as asked. She snapped a pic. I turned my head another way, and she snapped again. 

"Move your right hand a little." 

I did. Her face changed. She was in her photographer zone. It was sexy to see an artist in their zone. I felt myself turning all the way on. I began slowly adjusting my clothes. A little at a time, teasing the lens; teasing her eye, through the lens. Now my blouse was open and the hardness of my nipples pocked through the sheer material of my bra. The pierced one, more than the other. She'd be taken back by each bit of boldness, but would then dismiss her shock and focus her shots on the new skin I was exposing. 

"Okay, stop." She said of my posing. She took the camera away from her eye and wiped her forehead subtly. 

"We should go eat."

I just stared at her. I didn't want to eat anything unless it was her. I didn't want to go anywhere unless I was taking her body to new heights along with my own. 

I got up, fully removed my blouse. Took down my skirt also. She froze in place, as if she didn't know what to do; how to react.

"Lesa, I respect you. So much so, that I held back so hard telling you how I felt then. I didn't wanna disrespect you, or your situation, but I wanted to do things to you. Things that I wanna do to you now, but even more now than then." I touched her chin, placed the other hand to her arm. She lowered her camera onto a chair, while looking in my eyes. She waited a second, then pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me like all the practice she'd had in the past was being saved for this very moment. She moved graciously. I was physically melting under her touch. It felt euphoric. Like a dream was becoming real and my senses were all celebrating at the same time. I moaned. Moaned deep and she took that as a desperate urge to go deeper in our action. Lesa's lips and tongue worked wonders with mine. My lower lips were feeling it as well. Excreting a lubricant that tickled as it tricked out. Her long thin fingers wrapped around my breast, through my bra. I lifted it for her. I wanted to hold absolutely nothing back. This was our night, if just one, so be it. But it'd be the best that I could make it. Her hand caressed my brown nipple. Our melded skin looked like a chocolate covered marshmallow. I wanted us to make a complete Sunday. I forced up her sweater. Her glasses came up with it. She didn't care, she didn't need them anyway. My body would be close enough for her to explore fully. I lay back on the couch; her lips swallowed my pearls, one then the other. A feeling of liquid rushing through my core, instantly hit me. Her hands caressed from my stomach to my back. I wanted her to play, but I was dying to see how her nipples felt on my tongue. I palmed her head and panted, pulling her from two of the most sensitive parts of my body. We locked lips just long enough for my pussy to react again, then I made my way to her awaiting nipple. I watched her face for reaction. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. My hands trailed her waist and hips as I sucked and nibbled. 

"Bren," She whispered my name and I almost came. I started to pull at her pants. My hands worked to get her free from them. She helped when she saw me struggling. Once free, I marveled at her skin, her thighs, her scent. I took her in through my nose, my eyes, and once I had her legs parted, through my taste buds as well. Her nectar was sweet. I licked the due that covered her slit. Met with her clit and got acquainted. It was like her body was speaking volumes and I understood every word. Her moans continued. I watched her breasts rise and fall at every slow deep breath. I laid comfortably between her legs. Caressed her soft skin, from her back down to her plump cheeks, then along her legs. I wanted her to be in ecstasy with me. I was almost there. With every shiver she made, and pant or whimper, it brought me closer to climaxing. Yes, my body was so high off of her; I could cum, merely by making her do so. I felt as if I had her on the brink, so I slithered back up, making sure to kiss her pert nips before sharing her taste with her. She welcomed my kiss, as I eased two fingers into her wet core. She arched her back, her chest pressing against mine. I straddled her thigh and began stroking and rubbing my body against hers with the same rhythm. We headed into a world of the unknown together. My strokes got slower as I felt the moment quickly approaching. We both strained against the last stroke as I felt her cum rain down on my patient finger tips. She grabbed at me and panted. We held each other as electric shocks rocked our bodies. Panting and eager moans escaped us in unison. Jolts of pleasure pulsated through our weak bodies and we shook. Shook so intensely that when we stopped we weren't sure where we were. 

Our pulses slowed. Our breathing was dim. Our clothing scattered and our bodies spent. I looked up at her and she down at me, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."



Blast From the Past



I threw back the rest of my drink as she began to stroke me more intently. I looked into her eyes and then down to her chest. God she had some of the biggest tits I had ever seen in real life. I reached up and began to trace the outline of them with my fingers, which made her nipples get harder.

Next thing I knew we were kissing. My left hand was massaging her tits while my right hand was traveling up her thighs to her groin. The taste of strawberries and alcohol mingled in our mouths.

A moan came from somewhere and it snapped me back into reality. “I need another drink,” I said much to the disappointment to Ann and breaking the moment. Sherry smiled when I started moving towards the kitchen.

“I’ll get it,” Sherry exclaimed. She reached for my glass but our hands didn’t work right and the glass fell and shattered when it hit the floor. “Damn! My fault. Let me clean this up and I’ll get you another.”

She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a dustpan and broom. She bent over at the waist with her back to me and her red silk bottoms pulled tight up the crack of her ass. As she swept up the broken pieces of glass her ass swayed from side to side like a woman that desperately wanted to be noticed, but tried hard not to show it.

As she rose the impression that I got was that if she didn’t already have her hands full that she would have pressed her hands to her smooth legs and pulled them to her hips like women do in strip clubs. Even with a dustpan and broom in her hands it was sexy, even more so because it gave off the impression of a French maid.

Ann walked to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard and went through it. I noticed too that her sweats were pulled tight up the crack of her bottom and with that and the combination of drinks in my system the memory of my marriage began to fade.

It was like I was a teenager again trying to score with two women, but with one main difference. They were the ones seducing me and getting me drunk was only the first thing on their list of things to do to me.

When I entered the kitchen Sherry was reaching over the sink trying to get to the cabinet above it. Her silk top rose up to just the bottom of her breasts revealing her tight stomach and smooth back. 

I couldn’t stop myself from walking up behind her and placing my hands on the exposed skin of her back. She tensed up as my hands slid to her sides. My hands moved up and down caressing her lightly tanned skin. The tips of my fingernails traced a trail to her stomach causing Goosebumps to spread across her body and her breath came in short jagged bursts.

They traveled up her stomach to her breasts. She pressed her ass back against me feeling my erection in the crack between her cheeks. My fingers touched under her breasts and then pressed up between them until I found her nipples.

After a sharp intake of breath a moan escaped her as I ran her hard nipples between my fingertips. Her chest was heaving as she dropped her hands; one steadying herself on the countertop, while the other moved back behind her to my cock at the front of my sweats.

She leaned back against me resting her head on my shoulder allowing me to grab and squeeze her tits. Leaning forward I pressed my lips to her neck. My tongue snaked out licking around her earlobe and gently kissing the spot behind her ear.

Her reaction was to reach into my sweats, grasping my cock hard and then pulling it out to her. She was rubbing the tip of it up and down the crack of her silk covered ass. My hands were kneading her breasts in circles as her moans were steadily growing louder and louder. 

The hand that was closed around my cock was sliding up and down its length. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip of my dick. She ran her hand over it and smeared down the shaft making it slick and easier to stroke. 

With my member still in her hand, she turned to facing me, forcing me to release my hold on her breasts, and brought her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and wet. Our lips parted and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I gently sucked on her erect tongue as she stroked my cock faster. Her other hand snaked its way up under my T-shirt to my hairy chest and pierced nipples. 

Gently she started tugging on steel rings in my nipples causing them to harden. My hands started to move over her body when she stopped me and smiled. She raised my shirt enough to expose my nipples. Then she leaned in closing her mouth over my right nipple and began nibbling at it. Her tongue darted out licking around it and pulling on the ring with her tongue.

My breathing was getting heavy as my excitement grew. With her sucking on my nipple and jerking me cock it became very difficult to keep my mind on any one thing. I had to force myself to concentrate on not coming in her hand, which became harder when her kisses trailed down my chest to my stomach and then lower.

Her mouth engulfed my hard-on and she pressed her tongue to the underside of it as she pushed it all the way into her mouth. After a few strokes with her mouth my head was thrown back and my breathing heavy.

“OH! Sherry Yes!” I moaned. My hands were now on her head as it bobbed at my groin. “OH! God! That feels soo good.”

“Mmm Hmmm,” that vibrated her mouth. Then there was a pop sound when she pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me. “You taste good too.” Her voice was as lustful as her eyes. Then it went back into her warm mouth.

“Ohh, yess. Ooh! YES! Suck it! Lick the tip—OH! YES LIKE THAT!” I opened my eyes to look down at her when I noticed Ann hard come back in from outside and was standing at the kitchen doorway.

Her eyes were glued on the back of Sherry’s head at my groin. Her left hand was busy rubbing the front of her sweats as her right hand was up at her left breast. She had a look on her face that I had never seen on a woman before.

There was so much lust in the expression on her face, that I almost came right then. Her hand slipped into her sweats as her fingers pinched her hard nipple. Ann’s mouth was slightly open and I could see her tongue sliding around licking her teeth and lips. Then as her own excitement was build she bit her bottom lip and I knew her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy.

“OH! Shit I’m gonna cum. Oh yess babby here it comes.” My eyes were glued on Ann and what she was doing. My words for more for her than for Sherry because I knew that Sherry could tell I was about to lose it.

I started pumping my hips as I held her head still. My cock was fucking her mouth in slow smooth strokes as her hands pushed on my ass forcing me deeper into her mouth. 

My rhythm got faster as my moans got louder and were soon joined by Ann’s moans. Sherry didn’t seem to notice Ann’s presence, but it didn’t matter because I was at my limit.

I thrust one final time, pushing myself as deep into her mouth as I could as I released my load. Ann’s head was thrown back as her hand moved fast in her sweats and I knew she was coming as well. Her moans and gasps matched my own as she crumbled to the floor. My come burst into the back of her throat so suddenly that she started coughing and gagging, but my hands held her fast. She was forced to swallow as fast and as much as she could. Spit and come erupted from the edges of her mouth and then I eased up my grip on her. Her mouth slid down my softening shaft as couple of times.

Ann was on her knees now with one hand squeezing her tit and the other deep inside her. Sherry now looked back over her shoulder and saw Ann kneeling there exposed. All she could do was smile.

Sherry crawled over to where Ann rested and pulled her lips to her own and kissed her. There was no resistance from Ann as their mouths met and they tasted eachother.

Ann’s tongue lapped at Sherry’s cum-covered lips tasting me. Sherry’s hands moved to Ann’s big breasts caressing them and kneading them. She pulled Ann close to her so their tits were rubbing against one another.

Sherry was moaning now as Ann’s hard nipples circle hers. Ann quickly recovered and began to kiss Sherry’s neck. Her hand slid down Sherry’s front and into her silk bottoms. 

It was the most erotic scene that I had ever seen, two women exploring eachother with their hands and mouths. They moved into the living room but never made it to the couch. Pressed against one another their mouths open and tongues circling, as their hands were busy tearing off their clothes.

It was like I wasn’t even in the room, but I didn’t mind. It didn’t take long before Sherry was topless and Ann was devouring her breasts like a newborn babe. She nibbled her on her nipples as she pulled down Sherry’s silk bottoms showing her nicely trimmed pussy. The sports bra that Ann wore came off next as Sherry tugged it up over Ann’s shoulders and threw it onto the floor. 

Her big breasts had the biggest areolas that I had ever seen. It was bigger than a half dollar and the nipples were larger and harder than pencil erasers. She pulled off her sweats next leaving on only a thin pair of white thong panties. 

Ann was kissing and licking Sherry’s nipples and then pulled Sherry’s chest closer to her. The image was Sherry’s body pressed against Ann’s, her open mouth almost smothered by her tits. Ann was kneeling in front of Sherry with her mouth kissing down her stomach to Sherry’s dripping cunt. 

Sherry opened her legs allowing Ann’s tongue to make contact with her clit. Ann lapped at Sherry’s pussy as she slid a finger inside her. Sherry gasped as another finger slid in. Her hips were moving in gyrating movements and humping her mouth and fingers.

My cock started getting hard as I watched. Sherry melted to the floor with her legs spread open wide. Ann poised between her open legs for just a moment then started dipping down and up as she licked Sherry’s swollen clit. On her knees and one elbow she ran her tongue down the length of her lips and then hardening her tongue thrust it deep inside her friend.

I couldn’t stand it any longer and knelt behind Ann. My fingers slid under the edge of her thong and pulled, sliding them down off her ass and down her legs revealing her hairy pussy. She didn’t even glance back as I dipped my fingers in her wet cunt and then ran them up and down her lips lubing them with her own juices. She just spread her legs enough to allow me to move up behind her and with the tip of my cock at her hole I thrust deep and hard into her.

She gasped into her friend’s pussy as I started pumping in and out of her. Ann’s pussy was nice and tight. I felt every inch of my cock sliding into her as I slowed my pace a bit. Ann was moaning and Sherry was screaming from Ann’s tongue. I could see her breasts bouncing as I thrust into Ann and forced her head into her groin. 

Ann hardened her tongue and used my motion to fuck Sherry. I quickened my pace when I felt Ann’s orgasm building. My fingers dug into her hips pulling her back as I thrust forward into her. She was moaning and having a hard time concentrating on Sherry.

She would raise her head long enough to moan and tell me to fuck her harder. Then Sherry would grab her hair and pull her back to her pussy. Sherry was pleading for her to fuck her with her tongue.

Having come once already, I wasn’t too quick to come again. I pumped harder and harder until her ass was slapping against my thighs. Ann couldn’t stand it any longer as her orgasm over took her.

“OOOOH! I’MMM CUMMMINNNGGG!” she screamed into Sherry’s cunt.

Ann went limp again as Sherry stood and pushed my onto my back. She had been robbed of her orgasm and seemed like she wasn’t going to wait any longer.

She lowered herself onto my hard cock. She began to raise and lower herself on my cock. Slowly at first but then quickly began to build up momentum. 

She leaned back bouncing on me cock causing her breasts to bounce and rock back and forth. I thrust up as she thrust down onto me. With each thrust she would gasp with a quick intake of breath. Her hair was soaked with sweat and I could feel her wetness running down the crack of my ass. Her orgasm was building up more and more. It wasn’t until I reached up and pinched her nipples did she let out a guttural moan that turned into a scream as her orgasm over took her.

By now I was almost ready to come again. I grabbed her hips and held her just above my crotch and pumped into her as fast as I could. Her screams were almost constant now and added was my grunts. My pelvis hurt from grinding into hers, but I just ignored it and kept on pushing in and out of her.

Then it came in one sudden rush. I drove my cock deep inside her and expelled a deep breath that I must have been holding for a couple of minutes without knowing it. She leaned forward and lay limp on my chest breathing heavily.

“OH! GOD THA—THAT WA—WAS GREAT!”

I don’t remember leaving that night, or should I say that morning because we drank some more and fucked some more. My wife was asleep when I got home and I was thankful because it gave me the chance to take a shower and clean up before I had to come up with a story to explain why I was out that late.



Blast From The Past



It had been years. Five years had passed and I still couldn't get you out of my mind. Don't get me wrong, I was happily married, but for some reason, when times got bad, when I closed my eyes at night, I started to think of you. As I feel into the dream I could still smell your skin, I could still taste your flesh, and feel your fingers clamped hard against my wrists.

I love my husband, but he doesn't have the sexual dark side that you did. He could never gently hurt me, he could never hold me down and take control like you could. I love him, but I can not yield to him, I can not submit to him, with him, I always have to be in control.

So it happened one night that I was on a business trip to the City and my husband was far away at home. I knew if I called you, that you would come to me. It was a terrible temptation, sitting alone in the hotel room, thinking of you, thinking of what only you could give me. My fingers trembled as I picked up the phone. I just sat there for several minutes, listening to the dial tone, waiting for my heart to slow down. 

Finally I dialed, and as fate would have it, you answered.

"Hello?"

"Anthony?" He didn't answer, but I knew he was there on the line, and that he knew it was me. My heart was in my throat, I could feel the sweat running between my breasts.

"Yeah, how are you?"

"I'm...good. I'm in town." I left the invitation unspoken, I couldn't bring myself to actually say the words. 

"Oh, uh, aren't you married?"

"Yes." I didn't deny it, didn't try to justify what I was about to do, I let my answer stand.

"Where in the city are you?" And with that, it was done.

I gave him directions to the hotel I was staying at, I told him I'd meet him at the bar. I put on a clean shirt, checked my make-up, and went downstairs. I knew it would take him at least 20 minutes to drive across town, so I made sure to get well and drunk before he made it to the hotel, before I could think clearly about breaking my martial vows.

I was on my third Margarita when you walked in to the bar. You had cut your hair, you were a little thinner than I remembered, but it was still undeniably you. You spotted me immediately and headed towards me. You looked me up and down, a look of ownership that got me wet almost instantly.

"You sure look different" you said to me, eyeing my business attire, my chic librarian look.

"Yeah, I know." I replied sheepishly, wishing I could be the bad girl, the girl he had known years ago.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. I wish he hadn't. I didn't want the out, I didn't want to be sure. I didn't want to be the one in charge. But in the end, it only took one word: "Yes."

We talked, we made idle chit chat, we talked about our lives, what had changed, what hadn't. While we talked you eased your hand towards mine, touching the tips of my fingers with yours. It was like a shock, just like when we had been together, the electricity still flowed between our bodies. Your dark eyes looked into mine, "Upstairs."

We took the elevator upstairs, standing next to each other, each breath brushing the fabric of our clothes together. When we got to my room my fingers shook as I pulled the card key out of my purse and inserted it into the slot. As soon as we walked into the room all pretense was torn away. I stepped towards you, your back still towards the door, and I leaned forward and licked your lower lip. You still tasted as sweet as I remembered, I kissed your neck and leaned up to your ear "I want to feel you inside me."

For a second he didn't respond, he just pulled back and looked at my eyes a second. Then in a flash he had spun me around so my back was pressed against his chest, with one hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my head to one side and bit down on my neck. He slid your other hand into my blouse and pulled my bra down to my ribcage.

He let go of my hair and pushed my blouse down so that my breasts were fully exposed. He squeezed them roughly and pinched my nipples. I moved my body back against him, I could feel how hard he was through his pants, and I moved my hands behind my back so that I could touch him through his clothes. 

"I didn't say you could touch," He whispered in my ear. 

"what you going to do about it?" I snapped back, willing him to take me in any way, in every way.

He turned me around and pushed me backwards on to the bed. 

"Take off your clothes," he told me, utterly confident that I would obey him. I started to strip down, as slowly as I could. It had been years since he'd seen me, and I wanted to make him groan as I revealed each swath of pale flesh. I slowly stripped off my shirt, and slid my skirt down my legs. I stepped out of my skirt and turned my back to him as I took off my bra. I started to slide my panties over my hips when he said:

"Leave them on."

So I stood there, in my panties and heels, exposed, staring back at him defiantly, like I wasn't going to do everything he told me to, but we both knew I would.

He stripped off his shirt, exposing the olive skin that had always tasted like home. He slowly unzipped his pants, a devilish smirk on his sensual lips, teasing me as he drew down his pants and boxers. He stepped out of his clothes, naked, sensual, powerful in front of me. I sat down on the bed, and he walked over to me. 

His cock tasted just like I had remembered, sweet and tangy. I licked down around the shaft and swirled my tongue around the head of his penis. I pushed me head forward and let my lips enclose around him, and I moved my mouth up and down his cock, sucking gently, savoring his taste.

He pushed me down on the bed, and pushed my legs up, and touched the head of his cock to the wet lace of my panties. He rubbed himself against my panties, getting me wetter and wetter. I wanted him inside me so badly, I reached down and moved the thin sliver of my panties aside and his cock rubbed against my wet lips. I was on fire, I was in agony, I needed him inside me, I couldn't stand it another second.

Just as I was about to try and take charge, to move and force him inside me, he moved away. Without a word he shoved my hands above my head and picked up my pantyhose from the floor. He slowly tied my hands to the headboard, while he was tying me his cock rested gently between my tits. I moved my head down and licked the tip of his cock. He took a sharp breath in, but didn't give any other indication that he was going to stop what he was doing. 

I was stretched out on the bed, with my arms high above my head, thrusting my breasts out, he moved down my body rubbing his cock against my breasts, my belly, my panties, and then my leg as he slid his entire body against mine. He licked and bit my skin the whole way, biting my nipples until I gasped, licking the soft skin of my belly, covering it with his saliva. His tongue danced over my hip, and down the front of my shaved cunt. 

His tongue rimmed the wet lips of my pussy, darting around, teasing me, but never satisfying the growing hunger inside me. He gently bit my lips, and then delved his tongue inside of me. He pinched my clit between his fingers and licked me until the heat in the center of my body started to spread outwards, I was climbing, I was so close...when he stopped.

I almost screamed in frustration, I twisted my body around, trying to get closer to him, get away from him, by this point I wasn't sure what I wanted, all I knew was that I had turned into just a body, just hungry flesh.

He moved up my body, his erection harder than ever, and kissed me. He kissed me until my lips bruised, his tongue licking the inside of my mouth, tasting me. I could taste my own juices on his lips, but more, I could taste him, his unique flavor. 

Without warning he thrust into me, penetrating me to the hilt. It felt so good I almost came just from the sheer joy of it, what I had been missing for so many years. He kissed me again, and thrust into my over and over again, silencing my cries with his mouth. I could feel the orgasm build again, as he moved deeper and harder inside me I was ready to explode, I wrapped my legs around his hips and rocked with him as he pounded into me over and over again. Finally I felt the wave crest over me, my cunt spasmed around him and I came for what felt like an hour. 

Together, afterwards he kissed me and said,

"You know this will never end. You will never be free of me, and I will never be free of you."

"I know," I said.



Blast From The Past



Cathy Spencer could hardly believe her eyes. First last night at the party and now today at her front door. Unbelievable. Terrifying actually.

It had only been about 16 hours since she had laid eyes on him for the first time in almost four and a half years. He was only 18 back then, just on his way to university and away from home for the first time, a good looking young man sure to break the hearts of his fair share of freshman girls. The captain of the high school wrestling team, his body was lean and toned and easy to notice with his tight fitting t-shirts clinging to his sculpted physique. His combination of boyish good looks, with his messy brown hair, and classic handsomeness, thanks to his piercing blue eyes and full sexy lips, coupled with his obvious physical attributes, would have made it easy for him to charm just about any woman he wanted.

Of course, the thing was that the woman he had wanted back then was Cathy. And of course, just like all those other women, she too found herself unable to resist the gorgeous young man. Oh, she tried at first to shun his flirtations; after all there were so many logical reasons why nothing should ever happen between them. First, she was over twice his age, 23 years his senior to be exact. Secondly, she had been happily married for over 21 years and had a daughter who was actually older than he was. And finally, she just happened to be good friends with his mother, who lived a mere four doors down the street. But of course, despite all of these sound and sensible reasons for why nothing should ever happen between them, eventually her resolved waned and she could no longer resist the young man's advances.

Their affair was fairly brief, lasting about six weeks, but for what it lacked in duration it more than made up for in passion. They had virtually nothing in common outside of their lustful desires and the pleasure they drew from one another's bodies. The sex was earth-shattering and seemingly non-stop. Some days they would fuck all day, all over her house, in almost every room, and in almost every hole she had.

The guilt Cathy felt over her adulterous trysts with her young lover had been immense. She loved her husband, but she was weak, and often felt unsatisfied in his bed. Some nights, she found herself in bed battling with emotions and feelings, quietly crying herself to sleep, wanting someone to understand and satisfy her needs. Her passionate affair both fulfilled her and tore her apart. When her young stud left to go away to school half way across the country, it was with a mix of both sadness and relief on her end that the affair came to an end.

And now, almost four and a half years since she had last seen him, since she had last felt his touch, he was back.



Last night was supposed to be a special evening for Cathy and her husband Jim. They were celebrating 25 years of wedded bliss with friends and family at a Thursday night drop-in open house at their place. The hostess was glowing, and at 46 years of age, still as striking as she had ever been. Dressed in a figure-hugging cobalt blue off-the-shoulder sequin top and a pair of tight black jeans, her body did not look a day over 35. Soft, flowing golden blonde curls fell in subtle layers to just below her shoulders, tickling her bare flesh and framing her mature, yet intoxicatingly striking face.

The couple celebrated with their two children, Matt, 18, and Christina, 24, as well as their extended family, and of course some of their closest friends. Naturally, that included some of their beloved neighbours with whom the family had bonded with over the 15 plus years they had lived on the quiet suburban street. Cathy felt blessed to have so many close friends near her and her excitement peaked with each of her dear neighbours arrivals. It was with the arrival of one of those dear friends that her excitement quickly turned to disbelief and panic.

She had greeted her close friend and neighbour Janet with the same genuine gratitude and affection as she had everyone else. A warm embrace with her friend and a hug and kiss on the cheek to her husband George. It was when she realized who was following them that complete shock flooded over Cathy. She could barely sense her own movements as she repeated the same hug and kiss motions with the young man as she had just done with his father. What she could sense was the electricity she felt as her body pressed up against his and his lips brushed against her cheek as they greeted one another.

"You look as beautiful as ever." He whispered as they pulled away from their brief embrace.

Stunned, Cathy was unable to speak and could barely motivate her body to back away from the young man.

"Hope you don't mind Ben coming along tonight," George finally said, breaking the silence that was on the verge of turning awkward. "He just showed up in town tonight for an unexpected visit, so we thought why not bring him along?"

Before she could offer a verbal response to the explanation for the appearance of her former lover, Cathy's husband jumped in.

"Great! The more the merrier." Jim exclaimed as he took the young man's hand. "My God Cath, how long's it been since we've seen this young fella?"

"I, ummm..." she stammered still in disbelief.

"Must be at least four years or so." Ben interrupted, his eyes locking with hers.

Luckily for Cathy, the awkwardness of the moment was cut short as more people arrived, necessitating their new guests to move into the party, and thankfully, away from her.

For the rest of the evening, she did her best to avoid her former bed-mate, which unfortunately also meant ignoring one of her good friends. But the tactic was unavoidable. She just did not know how to act around the handsome young man. Every time she caught a glimpse of him she felt a stab of lust run through her, quickly followed by a familiar pang of regret. Her emotions were running amok on her, but she was determined not to let them get the better of her. She knew there was no way she could live through the guilt again.

The evening ended without any further interaction between the former lovers, leaving Cathy with a sense of relief, though one laced with the question of possibilities for what might have been. The party had been a tremendous success, but as she went to bed with her loving husband that night, she could not stop her mind from focusing on Ben. She wondered if it really was just a serendipitous coincidence that had brought him there that night. Was there more to it or had he really just happened to pop in on his parents on the very night they were coming over to her place? But the questioned that weighed in her thoughts even more heavily was this – did she want there to be more?



Cathy had spent most of Friday morning straightening up the house after the party. Jim had headed off to work at his usual time and since neither of their children still lived at home, it was left to her to finish tidying up after the previous evening's festivities. Not that she minded, the privacy gave her time to ponder the feelings that had been awoken in her the night before.

She knew she loved her husband dearly. The guilt that accompanied the torrid affair she had with Ben had been almost unbearable. On numerous occasions she had almost confessed to her husband, but each time she ultimately could not bring herself to tell him. As sorry she was for cheating on Jim, and as much as she hoped, and deep down believed that he could somehow forgive her for straying outside of their marriage, there was no way she could believe that her husband, or anyone else for that matter, would forgive her for doing so with Ben. He was half her age! Her own daughter was two years older than him for God's sake! She was practically best friends with his mother! All the same facts that she had tried to use to convince herself back then not to do it. And now, over four years later, she found herself having to tell herself all over again why she had to get the young man out of her mind.

It was just after one in the afternoon when Cathy finished cleaning up the house. She felt a slight headache coming on thanks to pairing of household cleaners and her racing mind. Sighing heavily, she made her way into the front living room and was just about to plop herself down on the couch for a rest when a knock on the door interrupted.

Slowly walking to the front entrance, she was too tired to even glance out the window to see who it was. Shaking her head, oblivious to who it could be, she proceeded to open the door.

"Ben!" She yelped, the same disbelief and panic from the previous night washing over her as her hand covered her mouth in astonishment.

"Hello Cathy." He replied as he walked in nonchalantly.

Pushing the door shut slowly, she turned to face him in complete astonishment. She found herself staring at him, into his enchanting blue eyes, and immediately remembering all those times. Their times of extreme pleasure and passion... of hot and wild sex.

"What... what are you doing here?" she questioned, feeling weak.

"I felt bad about just showing up here last night," he replied, a sly grin appearing at the corner of his sexy mouth. "That wasn't fair to you." 

"Okay, thanks for stopping by. No worries." She rushed the words, hoping he would leave without saying another word. But her eyes were not quite as persuading as her words.

He did not move. She watched as Ben's sensual eyes travelled up and down her body, and she cursed herself for feeling a sense of regret for not wearing something more flattering.

Cathy was dressed comfortably, wearing what she would any given day spent doing some chores around the house, and though she was not dressed to the nines so-to-speak, she still looked good. She wore a comfy off-white v-neck top, cut low enough to show the tops of her braless breasts, and a matching pair of form-fitting yoga stretch pants that nicely clung to her still youthful looking ass and shapely legs. Her luscious flaxen curls were pinned atop her head in a neat bun, with a couple of wavy tendrils cascading down on either side of her face.

"Actually," he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had accompanied his evaluation of her appearance. "I had to come by... I couldn't stop thinking about..."

"You should go," she cut-in, not wanting the conversation to go any further for fear of where it, and her emotions, might lead her.

Ignoring her suggestion, he slowly sauntered deeper into the house, casually looking around as he walked through the dining room and stepped into the kitchen.

"Ben, please..." she continued.

Again, he paid no attention to her words, instead glancing around the room.

"We had some good times in this house," he commented, finally turning his gaze to her as she joined him in the kitchen.

"That was a long time ago," she replied meekly, trying to avoid eye contact.

"I think we did it in just about every room in this house Cathy." He answered, his matter-of-fact tone taking her aback and leaving her almost speechless.

"I, umm..." she tried to find the words.

"God, the way we used to make love to each other all afternoon..." he continued, his confidence rising.

"No." She shot back firmly. "We never made love. We fucked. That's it."

Whether it was guilt or her own sense of pride, she knew she had to voice her opinion on the difference.

"Wow," he replied with a smirk. "Cathy I never heard you talk like that. It's kinda sexy."

"You should go," she quickly countered, realizing that her words of defiance were actually a turn on for him as she stared into his eyes and saw an all too familiar look. She swallowed hard and turned away from him, steadying herself against the kitchen counter. "Ben, please..."

"Last night I couldn't stop thinking about all the times we... fucked." Again he ignored her request for him to leave. "How we used to fuck for hours on end... how you used to beg me to fuck you."

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, almost as if they would block out the sound of his words.

"Tell me you weren't thinking about it Cathy," he continued, moving closer to her. "Tell me you didn't lie in bed remembering how good we were together."

"Please... don't..." she whimpered, trying to combat her emotions.

"Tell me it doesn't turn you on thinking about fucking me. Thinking about how much you loved fucking me."

She felt him move in behind her, his body pressed tight against hers.

"Ben..." she began to plead, but could not find the words.

Slowly his hands reached up to her head and slowly slid the pins out of her hair, her mane cascading freely down to her shoulders in silky, golden waves. He gently ruffled her hair a little, her blonde curls bouncing to life. She could feel his rigid cock pressing against her ass and his warm breath through her hair and onto her neck. A tingle ran through her entire body.

"Tell me it doesn't excite you Cathy." He whispered, his nose pressed into her soft curls.

She stared down at her expensive wedding ring, feeling the rush of tears brimming around her eyes. He was right – she was excited.

Without warning, his hands quickly moved around her body and came to rest atop her chest, his fingers brushing firmly against her erect nipples. As a surge of excitement sped through her body she cursed herself for not having a bra on.

"You are excited aren't you?" He breathed in her ear. "Your nipples are so hard baby."

She could feel her body betraying her with each second that passed as his body remained pressed tightly against hers. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she tried to convince herself that she did not want it. As his hands slowly slid down off of her tits she let out a small sigh of relief, but it was a reprieve that would not last. Quickly, she realized exactly where his hands were travelling to.

"Just how excited are we?" He growled as his left hand slid under the elastic waistband of her stretchy yoga pants.

Knowing full well what he would find should his inquisitive hand move any further south, she grabbed his wrist in an attempt to stop him from discovering just how excited he had made her.

"Ben... please..." she whimpered as she struggled against him, both physically and emotionally. But she was losing both battles. He was too strong and her own feelings were sabotaging her defences. Half of her wanted to have mad, red hot sex with him but the other half was warning her, reminding her of that guilt she had to live with and how much she loved her husband.

Unable to mount much resistance, she felt his hand moving deeper under her pants and his fingers slide into her thin panties. She let out a gasp as his index finger found its way onto her dripping wet pussy lips.

"Oh my," he declared, feigning surprise. "What have we here Cathy?"

She could not even find words to protest as another finger moved onto her damp mound and began gliding up and down. The only response she found herself capable of was a low moan as she felt his hips slowly begin to gyrate behind her, his stiff manhood grinding into her ass in rhythm with his fingers against her cunt. She knew she was getting wetter by the second.

All of a sudden another jolt of excitement shot through her as she felt his fingers slip fully into her hungry pussy. Slowly and methodically he began to slide them in and out, his pace increasing gradually with each cycle. Another moan escaped from her lips as she began to lose herself in his touch. She even found her own hips beginning to move in turn with his, matching the grinding of his pelvis against her ass. It did not take long for their movements to take on more of a thrusting motion, driving his hard dick into her and, in turn, her pussy into his skilled fingers.

"That's it," Ben encouraged, "fuck my fingers."

Practically incapable of any resistance at this point, she did as he said. Together, they thrust their hips forward and backwards, sending his fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt with each push. Her body shivered as she felt his lips against her neck as the two of them masturbated her pussy.

"Fuck..." she groaned, an orgasm quickly growing between her legs.

"Is that what you want Cathy?" He asked, his mouth barely moving away from the flesh of her neck.

Increasing the speed at which his fingers were darting in and out of her sopping wet hole, he moved his lips up to her ear as she grunted an incomprehensible response.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! Oh God, yes. Fuck me!"

Admitting her lust, her cunt exploded in orgasm, her juices covering his busy hand as she let out a long, loud moan.



Ben spun her around sharply, his strong hands securely on her arms, staring at her with wild eyes. His lips went to hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, and they both groaned deeply. Quickly, his hands moved onto her waist, tugging at her pants somewhat impatiently as his rock hard erection rubbing against her belly through his blue jeans. Finally he succeeded in disposing of her pants, harshly forcing them down to the floor. He abruptly picked her up in his arms and commenced on rushing up the stairs and towards the bedroom.

Moving into the bedroom, he dropped her rather brusquely on the red silk sheets of the bed, and then slowly backed away. Cathy lay on the bed, waiting lustfully as she watched him begin to take off his clothes.

He undid the button of his jeans, not taking his eyes off her the whole time. Kicking off his shoes, he slid the jeans down, stepping out of them as his erection struggled against his boxer shorts. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and chucked it aside. His body was lean and hard, just as she had remembered it.

Grinning curtly, his hands moved to the waistband of his boxers and he slid them down - slow at first, then faster, his dick smacking against his taut stomach as it sprang free. He stepped out of them and stood totally naked in front of her, all the while her eyes locked on his impressive cock. Moving to her on the bed, he dragged her body up so she was in a sitting position and easily ripped off her top, her full bouncy breasts exposed.

"God I missed that sexy body." He proclaimed hoarsely as his hands went to cup her tits.

As his hands rubbed over her aching boobs, she took in his scent, the familiar aroma filling her nostrils, just as enticing and tempting as it had been years ago.  Ben's warm and strong hands roamed over her bosom, pinching at her slightly swollen nipples, making them even more puckered and red then they already were. Kneeling before her, he bent to suck heavily on her nipples, moving from breast to breast, the suction so hard that she let out a yelp of pleasure.

Gently, he lay her down on the bed and quickly began to trail his tongue across her face, down her chin and onto her neck. Cathy shut her eyes and moaned, his hand roaming over her smooth body, down her belly. He kissed her with a fiery passion as his hand slipped lower, over her hips and onto her wet panties. Stopping there, he let out a low, animalistic groan as he brutally tore her underwear from her body.

Her heart raced as he grasped her wrists in a vice-like grip and pulled her arms above her head, restraining her with one hand as he licked her heaving tits and the valley in between them. Releasing his hold on her wrists, he lifted her legs, placed one on each of his shoulders, grasped her hips, and roughly pulled her to him. Their eyes locked as he plummeted into her.

"Oh, Ben..." she purred, closing her eyes as he began to fuck her hot, yearning pussy recklessly.

Burying his hips into her, he thrust back and forth with vigour, taking her close to the brink of a second orgasm again and again. Whenever he sensed she was going to come, he slowed down, and then when her release waited patiently in the background he fucked her speedily. His game soon became too much for her, forcing Cathy to take control.




Blast From The Past



"I wanna ride you baby!" She cried out. "I need to ride that big fucking cock."

With a devilish grin on his face, he gladly obliged, sliding his pulsating dick from her slick cunt and flipping onto his back. Taking hold of his prick, she quickly repositioned herself into a straddling position atop him. Not wasting any time, she guided his manhood into her waiting and wet pussy as she lowered herself onto it. 

She began riding him long and slow, cowgirl style as his hands moved to her hips and guided her methodical motions. Gradually her speed increased until she was riding her lover like a wild cowgirl on a bucking bronco. The walls of her hungry fuck-hole gripped his cock like a vice as she fucked him for all he was worth.

"Fuck me Ben!" She cried out in passion, pulling him up so they we were both sitting up right. Instantly they embraced and kissed passionately as they rocked back and forth, as if one.

The couple fell to one side as their fiery lip-lock took over their lovemaking. Pulling away from her as they came to rest on their sides, he manoeuvred her onto her hands and knees facing the headboard.

"I'm gonna fuck your from behind Cathy." He told her, his words choppy with his ragged breathing. "Hard and fast like the nasty little whore you are." His degrading words turned her on even more.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me like a slut!" She bellowed as he slid his still rock hard cock into her sopping wet pussy.

They fucked slowly at first, gradually building up speed with each thrust of his hips.  As they fucked, he reached forward and grabbed a handful of her tangled and sweaty blonde curls, pulling her upright on her knees and pinning her close against his body. His lips found their way to her neck and he nibbled at her flesh, moving up to her ear where he stopped to whisper.

"Is that what you are?" He asked, his tongue gliding against her earlobe between words. "A slut?"

"Yes... oh, yes." She moaned, his filthy words making her even hotter. "I'm a slut."

"What kind of a slut?" He prodded, clearly just as aroused as she was by their dirty dialogue.

"I'm your dirty little slut." She answered quickly. "Fuck me!"

"What kind of a dirty slut?" He urged, driving his dick deep into her with every question.

"Ben... please..." she pleaded, part of her still unsure of how far she would actually degrade herself for her own sexual release.

"You're a dirty, cheating, little slut aren't you?"

"Uh-huh." She grunted - another orgasm building rapidly thanks to his relentless combination of fucking and degradation.

"Tell me Cathy - are you a cheating little slut?" He demanded.

"Yes!" She relented, desperate for another sexual release. "I'm a dirty, cheating slut!"

"That's it baby," he encouraged, sensing her imminent explosion. "You love cheating on your husband, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Say it slut! Tell me how much of a whore you are!" He demanded, his own orgasm beginning to rumble in his balls as he pounded into her.

"Yes! I love cheating on my husband! I love being a dirty whore!" She could not believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth. Even harder for her to believe was how much those words were adding to the sexual release building up inside her.

"You're such a slut baby, I love it!" Ben groaned, unsure of how much longer he could last. "I want you to come on my cock slut. I want you to show me how much you love being a cheating whore. Tell me while you come on my cock."

"Oh God, Ben!" She cried out, mini eruptions beginning to precursor her looming detonation. "I love your cock! I love fucking it! I'm a dirty cheating slut." She began to stutter, her words cut off by deep breaths. "Fuck me. Fuck your cheating whore. Oh God, I needed your cock. I needed you to fuck me. I needed to cheat on my husband with you like a dirty slut. I love being a whore who cheats on her husband. I love being your whore."

With that outpouring of words, Cathy's legs became weak and she lowered back down and grabbed onto the headboard. Her head dropped and she gasped for breath as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body.

Ben could feel her pussy quiver as she tried to cry out in ecstasy, but she could only gasp for breath as the orgasm was so intense she could NOT say a word. She dropped to her elbows and bit the pillows as she tried to somehow control her body and mind amidst her thunderous release. Finally, she cried out in bliss at the top of her lungs.

In turn, he shoved himself deep in her and grunted out his orgasm, squirting his hot thick cum deep within her body. Slowly, he collapsed onto her, panting and exhausted.

As they lay there, sweaty and spent, the smell of sex hanging thickly in the air, Cathy squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Here we go again, she thought to herself...



Blast from the Past



It had been a long day at work. Eleven hours long, to be exact. Delaney had only been scheduled to work eight hours, but her manager had conned her into overtime. Because of the snowstorm that was battering the city, some of the people who were scheduled to come in couldn't make it. With nothing better to do, Delaney had stayed, but now she wished she hadn't. She was starving, hadn't had time to go to the grocery store, and her feet were killing her.

Out of desperation, she got a bowl of cereal and a cup of hot chocolate and sat down at the computer to see how many emails she hadn't gotten while she was at work. She wasn't expecting to find any, but there was one in her most private account.

From: Elias J.

To: Delaney C.

Subject: LTNC

Hey, Delaney-kid, how have you been? Bet you never thought you'd see me in your box again. LOL. Hope you're doing okay. I'd like to talk to you, so when you get this, turn on your IM, okay? Luv ya, kiddo. EJ.

Delaney reread the message a few times, trying to make herself believe it. Elias? After all this time? She wasn't sure she even wanted to talk to him, but she turned on her instant messenger, and a message popped up immediately.

EJ: Hey, kid, how's it hanging?

DELA-C: Elias? It's really you?

EJ: Who else would it be?

DELA-C: I don't know. It's just kind of unbelievable that I don't hear from you for three years, and now all of a sudden, here you are. 

EJ: Yeah, I was an asshole.

DELA-C: That's an understatement.

EJ: A lot of stuff happened, Delaney. I didn't think you'd understand.

DELA-C: Yeah, well, thanks for the confidence. So you just emailed me why, to tell me you'd been an asshole?

EJ: To explain.

DELA-C: Then start explaining, because I've had a shit day and my patience is wearing thin.

EJ: Sorry to hear about your day.

DELA-C: Save it. You bailed on me. You lost the privilege of sympathizing with me.

EJ: I didn't bail on you. I had to leave.

DELA-C: Without even letting me know? Without even having the guts to tell me? Dammit, Elias, you better tell me what the hell happened, because I'm about to block you.

EJ: Don't, kiddo, please. I had this all planned out, but now I don't know what to say.

DELA-C: The truth would be a hell of a start.

EJ: You remember me telling you about my new job, right?

DELA-C: Yeah. You said it would mean more hours and a lot more money. You said you were going to save up for us.

EJ: I was. I have. 

DELA-C: Well, that sucks for you, because there isn't an us anymore.

EJ: I know, I know! Do you want me to explain or not?

DELA-C: Sure. Go ahead.

EJ: Thank you.

EJ: That job was for a private investigation agency. I finally got to put my detective skills to work, LOL. But I didn't realize it was going to be dangerous.

DELA-C: Dangerous?

EJ: I thought they'd just have me follow people around, take pics, like you see on TV. All the "my hubby's cheating" crap. Problem was, one of the women who hired us was the one who was really cheating.

EJ: She tried to hit on me. I turned her down.

DELA-C: So what, you had to take off to keep her from calling you?

EJ: No, I had to take off to keep her hubby from killing me.

DELA-C: You're full of shit!

EJ: No, I'm not. Seriously, Delaney. He caught me with my pants down. She was sucking my cock, had her hand in her pussy... He got the wrong idea.

DELA-C: So not only did you bail on me, you cheated on me? How the fuck can there be a wrong idea if your dick was in her mouth?

EJ: Yeah, that's what he said. Except she'd drugged me.

DELA-C: Okay, that's it. This conversation is a waste of time. You're so full of shit your eyes have probably turned brown.

EJ: I'm telling the truth. I know how ridiculous it sounds. It's something out of a movie. But it really happened.

EJ: Her husband has some pretty shady connections. He called a few of them out on me. 

EJ: I had to disappear for a while. And then I had to testify against them because of some stuff I uncovered while I was investigating him for his wife.

DELA-C: Right. That does some like something out of a movie.

EJ: I know. Believe me. There were times I wished it was a movie so I could shut it off and come back to you.

EJ: I've never stopped thinking about you.

EJ: Your hair, your eyes... your tits, your pussy...

DELA-C: Stop it.

EJ: The first time we made love... Delaney, you were amazing that night. I've never been with a woman as hot as you.

DELA-C: I said stop it!

EJ: Your body is beautiful. And when I slid my cock into your pussy, it was like I was joining with my soulmate. I've never felt anything like it, kiddo.

DELA-C: Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making me feel this way?

EJ: What way?

DELA-C: You know what way.

EJ: Tell me. Horny? 

DELA-C: I'm not going to answer that.

EJ: I feel horny. I keep thinking about fucking your sweet pussy, sucking your tits, feeling your arms around me while I'm inside you...

DELA-C: You can't talk to me like that!

EJ: You haven't blocked me yet. You can't hate it that much. 

DELA-C: It's like a train wreck. I can't turn away.

EJ: LOL. I love you, Delaney. I've always loved you. I had to stay away until I was sure it was safe, but I'm back now.

DELA-C: And you're assuming things can be the same as always between us?

EJ: No, but I'm hoping we can try again. I know you didn't forget about me. If you had, you wouldn't have turned on your IM when you got my email.

DELA-C: I still don't believe a word you said.

EJ: You don't have to, but I promise you, I told the truth.

DELA-C: We'll see.

EJ: We will? Does that mean you'll see me again?

DELA-C: Depends. Are you going to beg for my forgiveness?

EJ: On my hands and knees, baby.

DELA-C: And while you're down there...

EJ: LMAO. I'm in the neighborhood, baby. Can I see you tonight?

DELA-C: Meet me at the corner deli in half an hour. 

EJ: I can't beg for your forgiveness there.

DELA-C: Not unless you want an audience. 

DELA-C: Seriously, I'll meet you to talk. But that's it. You hurt me, Elias. I don't know if I want to even see you again. 

EJ: Corner deli, half an hour. I'll be there.

DELA-C: See you then. 

She left the computer. She didn't want to listen to any more of his drivel, true or not. And she didn't want him to know how her body had responded to what he'd said about them. Could she forgive him? Only time would tell. But if her body had anything to say about it, she would. They'd always been good together. After three years, her feelings for him were still there.

She went to her room to get ready, and missed the last messages.

EJ: Delaney-kid, you can never be too careful. You shouldn't make plans to meet someone unless you're sure who you're talking to. 

EJ: Are you there?

EJ: Guess you're not. Hope you aren't too surprised at the deli.

EJ: You should know things aren't always what they seem.



Blast From The Past



Even at the time, Karen had known she would regret it. But she was young and she was broke. And even though she hates clichés and knows that they all say "I did it for the money," this was the case. At the time she was eighteen years old, straight off the farm, desperate to study in a big city with a big school with an even bigger tuition. Karen was smart – smarter than this particular decision would make her appear – but she was also driven to succeed, struggling to know when to turn back, and when the offer to make a couple of girl-on-girl videos was presented, she was too far gone to say no. A couple videos a semester would pay for not only all her classes – and she had a full course load – but her apartment, her groceries, and what she considered a big city wardrobe. Plus she had grown up on a farm and had very little experience with or interest in technology – would could have possibly known that a small stack of video tapes would later be available to millions at the click of a button? Not Karen.

Which is why she finds herself in the rather uncomfortable situation she is presently in. The man she vaguely remembers from all those years ago – the man who tells her his name is William, but who she doesn't completely believe – is sitting across from her now in a popular coffee shop drinking an espresso at ten in the morning and looking for all the world as though he is not proposing to ruin her life. 

"I don't understand," Karen says, not for the first time.

"What's not to understand?" William asks, his voice casual, like he's done this before. And, in fact, he has. Because William made a small fortune living off innocent young girls like Karen back in the eighties, making cheap porn videos that he would copy and sell to a small group of buyers. And now that William has burned through most of that money – but been smart enough to recognize the explicit value of the internet – he has found himself a new career blackmailing the former starlets (most of whom have gone on to respectable lives) by threatening to post their past escapades online. And while most have simply offered him whatever money they had, Karen is different. Karen was different then, and Karen is different now. Because in college Karen had only agreed to the girl-on-girl videos, and though his cock ached each time he saw her – hell, each time he merely thought of her – William had never touched her. And nearly twenty years and thousands of hours spent watching her videos, freeze framing on his favourite scenes, has brought William to the frustrated boiling point more times than he could possibly count. 

William is not an unappealing guy. He has a tidy apartment in a nice part of town and clean clothes and straight teeth and all of his hair. And while he has tried to replace Karen – even going to so far as to hire escorts to re-enact some of her finest moments – nothing sated his unhealthy desire for her, and, until, though a broad stroke of luck, he had spotted her realtor's photo on the back of a city bus, it had seemed nothing would. Until he made the call. Until she answered. And until she sat across from him in the busy coffee shop with an untouched bottle of water and a slack-jawed horror at his proposition. 

"How can you—How can they—? I mean, it was so long ago, I don't do that..."

"Relax, Karen," William says with not-entirely-sincere empathy. "Nobody's asking you for a repeat performance."

"Then what exactly are you asking?" Karen hisses, somewhat emboldened now that she knows he is not asking her to kiss another girl. It was bad enough – if necessary – at the time; she is certainly no longer the sexually adventurous type she convinced herself she had to be in college. Those days are over. A phrase she had told her ex-husband time and again when he continually tried "spicing up" their completely satisfactory sex life, and again when she signed the divorce papers. Karen Roberts is a respectable realtor with a successful firm and a terrific reputation. Her non-existent sex life suits her just fine. Truth is, she prefers it this way. Those things in college... With the blurry stills William just showed her, there is no denying that something about the experience had turned her on. Karen knows that she is not interested in women; she is also not interested in exploring the kind of fantasies that sometimes keep her awake at night. No respectable woman would. And Karen is nothing if not respectable, a fact she reminds William of.

"I believe you, Karen," William says with a smile. "And I'm not asking you to ruin your reputation. In fact, I've even brought one of your films with me, as a token of faith."

"What are you talking about?" Karen snaps, impatient, nervous. She remembers William now that she looks at him closely. Remembers him filming her so many years ago, remembers the lust in his gaze. Remembers performing for him. Closing her eyes and imaging his tongue in her pussy, and not that of the girl rented for the day.

"What I'm talking about is a week of obedience," William says carefully, and indeed he has thought this through. "For seven days you do everything I ask, and each day I'll give you back a tape. At the end of the seven days I'll give you all the remaining tapes for you to do with what you wish."

"And if I don't—" Karen starts, but there's no need to finish the sentence.

"Then I'll clean them up and post them online," William says, omitting the fact that he has already transferred them to DVD and refined the images as best he could for his own enjoyment. "And send links to everyone you know and everyone you want to know and they'll all know how Karen Roberts paid for college. Licking other cunts. Sticking her finger in their assholes. Bending over for them."

Karen looks around the coffee shop frantically, but nobody seems to be listening. 

"Why?" she asks finally.

"Because I want you," William says softly. "And I have for twenty years. And every time I watch your tapes I know that you wanted me too. And I've spoken to your ex-husband and I know that your sex life wasn't good, and I want to give you what you need." 

"You have no idea what I need!" Karen hisses, jumping up from her seat, surprising even herself at her vehemence. 

Quick as lightning William's hand snaps out, grips Karen's wrist, and yanks her back down into her chair. 

"You have no idea what you need," he tells her in a low voice. "And if you don't want to take what I have to give you, you can take it from the hundreds – thousands - of guys – not to mention some women – who are going to watch these videos. Again and again and again."

Karen swallows thickly.

"So that's your choice: seven days under my control, or a lifetime under theirs."

A million protests die on her tongue. She wants to say no. Wants to throw his coffee in his face and storm out of the coffee shop with her head held high. But feeling the strength of his fingers on her wrist as he pulled her back into her chair, recognizing the long-dormant dampness in her pussy, and realizing that this could be the excuse she has long needed, Karen says yes.

The next morning Karen drives anxiously across town, her knees pressed tightly together beneath the matching skirt of her prim two-piece business suit. As ordered by William, a DVD transfer of one of her films is playing on the laptop beside her, and though Karen doesn't want to watch, she can't seem to keep her eyes from drifting down to the flickering screen where she sees her nineteen year-old self sucking ravenously on the swollen clitoris of a girl whose name she has long since forgotten. She also pretends that her cunt is not equally swollen, that her panties are not wet, that her heart is not pounding. 

It is not quite seven o'clock and the underground parking garage he has directed her to is empty. She scans the yellow numbers in the parking spaces and drives to the dark, far end without passing another vehicle. And then she sees it: the large white pick-up parked in the corner, its lights off. She knows it is too much of a coincidence to be anyone but him, and as instructed parks the car and steps out, leaving the DVD playing in her computer. 

William steps out of the pickup with a grin on his somewhat handsome face. She would give him a completely handsome rating if he weren't blackmailing her. "Good morning, Karen," he says. 

Karen glares at him as though she is not secretly aroused. 

"Turn up the volume on the DVD," he orders. "And roll the window down a little so we can hear it."

Karen scowls but does what she is told.

"Now take off all your clothing, except your bra, and toss them into the car."

Karen wants to hesitate but she has a house to show in an hour and can't afford to be late. 

Moments later she's standing naked except for a purple push-up bra and black peep-toe heels. She looks good and they both know it. Her cunt is shaved except for a small square of hair at the top, and her breasts are large and well-displayed in the lingerie. 

"On your knees," William orders in a low voice, and Karen drops to her knees. "Now come here," he says, and Karen shuffles on her knees the three or four yards to William's feet. "You know what I want."

Karen takes a deep breath, struggles to control her pounding heart, and unzips his pants, letting his long dick spring out into her face. While she had never co-starred with him, she knew several girls who had, and all had said the same: he's got a huge cock and he knows how to use it, but you'd better be ready or you won't walk straight for a week. If her seeping cunt is any indication, Karen will be walking fine tomorrow. Assuming he wants to fuck her, and not merely force her to swallow his cock. In any case, she opens her red-painted lips and wraps them around the head of his cock, her tongue pressing daintily against the underside, and starts to suck. 

William nearly passes out with pleasure and gratitude. Twenty years well worth it for this moment, with this beautiful sexy woman with her glowing blonde hair streaming down her back and her full red lips wrapped around his dick. It took all his self-control not to cum when he saw her car slowly pull into sight moments earlier, and it is taking superhuman strength not to grip her scalp and fuck her face with everything that's been building for twenty years. But he doesn't. He watches her as long as he can, then closes his eyes and tries to think of anything but this moment. Then he winds his fingers in her silky hair and slowly thrusts a bit further into her mouth, until his cock bumps her throat and she gags slightly. He pulls back, gives it some time, then does it again. Repeat cycle. Repeat. 

"You know what I want, Karen," he says, and it comes out in a guttural growl. He wants to feed his cock down her slender throat and spew his cum into her waiting red mouth. 

She whimpers slightly but with his hands controlling her head there is little else she can do but try to swallow when he bumps her throat, opening her mouth as wide as she can. She can feel him in her throat and it makes her eyes water, makes her gag, makes the juices in her cunt trickle down her thigh. She knows this is the wrong way to feel, but she can't help it. After she blows him, she'll go home, masturbate, then forget this ever happened. Respectable women do not get turned on by blackmail blow jobs!

Eventually William is able to slide down her throat with nearly every thrust, and it is all he can do to keep from cumming. And then there is nothing he can do and he fists his fingers in her hair and controls her movements and holds his cock so just the tip is in her mouth, tongue swirling around the end. 

"Hold my cum in your mouth," he grunts. "Don't swallow it yet."

And when he unleashes "the flood," as he likes to call it, the submissive sounds of Karen's slurping and sucking are almost more satisfying than the orgasm. He finally slides his cock free of her mouth and stares down at her beautiful pale face, red lips gleaming with saliva and cum, and he taps her smooth cheek. 

"Open your mouth," he says gently. "Let me see."

Karen slowly opens her mouth, revealing the pool of glistening cum on her tongue. 

"Keep your mouth open and swallow it," William orders, entranced, inhaling sharply when he watches the creamy mass disappear down her throat.

They stay in this position a few moments longer, William breathing hard, Karen wondering what she should do next. What does he want from her? Does he want to fuck her? She'd never admit it, but she wants him to. She wants relief from the burning in her pussy that hasn't gone away since their meeting yesterday. She needs it enough that she is willing to suck a stranger's cock in a parking garage so she can get it. 

"Should I stand up?" Karen finally asks when her knees start to ache from being pressed into the cold concrete.

"Yes, of course," William stays, shaking his head and reminding himself of why he is here. Telling himself not to let her see her control over him, to appear composed, disinterested, even.

Karen rises to shaky legs and stands awkwardly before him. She is not embarrassed by her body, but the stretch of silence has allowed the moans from the DVD still playing in her car to penetrate the haze surrounding her brain, and this reminds her that she is naked in a parking garage with traces of cum on her lips.

Eyes locked on hers, William lowers one hand to her waist, strokes the smooth skin gently, then slides his hand between her thighs. It is all he can do not to gasp at the drenched folds that soak his fingers. He takes a deep breath and before he can talk himself out of it, plunges two fingers inside her pussy and curls them forward, seeking her G-spot and finding it easily.

"Oh!" Karen exclaims, knees buckling so she tumbles forward and has to catch herself on William's shoulders. Though she secretly (and desperately) wants his hand – and more – inside her cunt, he is blackmailing her, which she finds despicable, so she pushes herself away, accidentally dislodging his hand from her cunt. 

"Got a problem with me touching your pussy?" Williams asks in a low, dangerous voice, taking two menacing steps forward to match Karen's awkward stumble back. She opens her blood-red lips to respond, but he's already on her again, one hand tight on her arm, the other rough between her legs. "Doesn't feel like it," he continues, this time plunging three fingers inside, stretching them wide, soaking them in her juices. "Feels like you've needed this for a long time."

"No," Karen whispers, even as his calloused thumb swirls around her clit, never pressing quite hard enough.

"No?" William echoes with a harsh laugh. "I watched your videos, you know. I saw what you liked to do their pussies. I know you like this."

"That was... a long time ago," Karen manages to get out, belly clenching frantically under his ministrations. It has been a long time since she has had a truly spectacular orgasm, but she recognizes the signs of one, and this is definitely such a time.

"Do you want me to suck on your clit, Karen?" William asks softly. "Do you want me to pull it between my teeth and flick it with my tongue and kiss it so hard you think you'll die?"

Yes, Karen thinks. God, yes. But she hears herself say, "No."

"No?" William repeats, pulling his hand away from her sopping pussy, holding it up for her to see the shiny juices that coat his fingers. "Are you sure?"

Karen forces herself to nod. "I don't want this," she says between chattering teeth.

William sighs and grips his once-again hard cock with his glistening hand. 

"Bend over the trunk of your car," he instructs.

"W-what?" Karen stammers. Her pussy spasms in protest, seeking his fingers, his cock. Anything.

"Now!" William barks, hoping the snap in his voice sounds like anger and not desperation. Like he won't expire if he doesn't get his cock back inside her. 

Karen scurries over to her car, the sounds of licking and sucking coming louder from the front seat, and she closes her eyes tightly as she takes a deep breath and bends over the trunk. Her nipples feel like daggers pressing into the cool metal, but she has almost no time to dwell on it before William is behind her, using his knee to nudge her legs painfully far apart, twisting her hips so she is bent over the corner, a lean thigh on either side of the taillight. 

Her car is an older model, the trunk low enough that the rounded corner is pressing right into her gushing pussy. She bites her lip to keep from making any sounds of discomfort, but it doesn't matter, because William's hand is between her legs again, pulling her labia apart, and nestling the corner of the car right in the hot wet hole of her pussy. Karen does gasp this time, because with little pressure on it, the position is not painful, but she knows it will hurt horribly if William wants it to.

"Please," she says against her will. 

"Please what?" William asks, amused. 

"Don't hurt me," she pleads. 

She can't see William's face from her present position, which is fortunate for William, because he doesn't hide the shock he feels at her words. William is not so psychotic that he thinks his behavior is healthy or acceptable, but in a twisted, obsessed way, he loves Karen and would never hurt her. At least not irreparably. And not in a way that wouldn't make her cum harder than she had ever cum before. 

William doesn't answer, which only makes Karen tense up even more, even as her pussy juice trickles down the shiny side of the car. Her fingers grip the edge of the trunk and hold on, eyes squeezed tight, not opening when William slowly begins stroking the slope of her ass. Her breath comes fast as his thumbs hook inside the cleft of her ass, gently prying it apart as he continues stroking slowly from top to bottom, examining the tight, forbidden entrance to her anus. His thumbs meet at the cleft of her pussy, bumping the car, then make the slow return trip to her tailbone. Back again. Again and again. Karen's legs tremble, and not just from fear. Discreetly she tries to move her hips against the car to find some relief for the throbbing in her cunt. But there is no way to discretely masturbate herself against the car when William is holding her hips, and when he sees her desire take over from her fear, he swiftly plunges one thumb into her pussy, wets it, then pulls it out to moisten the puckered hole of her anus. He does this a couple of times until Karen is squirming. Apart from a few fingers and tongues in her old video days, she has never participated in any kind of anal play.

"Is this a virgin asshole?" William asks gently, pressing his thumb against the resisting flesh until just the tip breaks inside. 

Karen whimpers and nods. 

"You're going to love it," he promises, replacing his thumb with the head of his cock. "I promise."

"Please," Karen says again. "Please don't do this." She wants him to fuck her cunt, not her virgin ass, but of course she can't say that.

William hesitates. "Would you rather I make your videos available to everyone you know?" he asks. When she doesn't respond he resumes the pressure of his cock on her tightly clenched asshole, the pressure inexorable. He strokes her spine reassuringly. "Loosen up, Karen. Press down. It won't hurt as much."

Karen is squeezing her ass as tightly as possible. She has already learned that pressing her hips forward to avoid his cock just puts painful pressure on her stretched cunt, her clit maddeningly out of reach of the solid weight of the car. 

But William is not to be denied and he slides his thumbs back down into the cleft of her ass, one on either side of her tight asshole, and pulls hard. Painfully so. Karen cries out in shock and pain and in that moment of distraction William rams his hips forward, forcing the first few inches of his fat cock into her screaming ass. 




Blast From The Past



Karen's cries echo through the parking garage so loudly William imagines he can see them swirling around, reaching the ears of every security guard on the block. This incites a wellspring of panic in his chest, and this is why he grinds his cock up Karen's ass with much less finesse than he would have liked. Karen whimpers pitifully under his painful assault; William is not trying to hurt her but he is going too fast and his cock is too big for it to do anything other than hurt. Hot tears trickle out of the corners of her eyes and she stares at her painted nails gripping the edge of the trunk and tries to remember the details of the house she's showing shortly, not the painful stretch of her anus. New roof, she thinks frantically. Professional landscaping. New appliances. Wooden floors recently refinished. 

"Oh!" she exclaims sharply as William pulls his cock completely out of her ass. "What are you doing?" 

William spreads her ass and studies her reddened anus. He doesn't want to break her. Doesn't want her to be too afraid to return. But she's too tight and though he's desperate to fuck her ass, enough time has passed that it would seem no help is coming, and he doesn't need to be quite so hasty. William fumbles in his jacket pocket for the bottle of lube he had brought just in case, and squeezes a generous amount into Karen's barely-stretched anus, and more on the outside, then some onto his cock. 

"What are you doing?" Karen repeats, her voice raising in pitch, desperate to know what fresh new hell he has planned for her. And perhaps even more desperate to get home and take care of the throbbing ache in her pussy.

"Relax," is all William replies, one hand heavy at the base of her tailbone, the other guiding his leaking cock to her ass and slowly pushing it back inside. 

A groan vibrates in Karen's chest upon William's return assault; her asshole is sore from his initial invasion, but something about the slippery stretch of his cock in her anus makes her belly flutter and it takes all her self-control not to press back against him. 

William smiles to himself when Karen doesn't scream, when her ass yields a little more willingly this time. He establishes a steady pace, slowly adding more and more of his cock, until she is taking him from tip to root, ass stretching deliciously around him, clasping him tightly when he pulls back. He is not too far gone to miss the fact that Karen's breathing has become rapid, that her cheeks are flushed and her fingers are no longer locked around the edge of the trunk in a death grip. If he's not mistaken, she's enjoying this. And then she winces slightly, and he has to admit that maybe "enjoying" is too strong a word, and maybe "learning to tolerate" is a more accurate description. 

William wedges one hand beneath her hips and seeks out her cunt, feeling her juices on the inside of her thigh, and the hot, pulsing bud of her clit, just out of reach of any friction with the car. It's more than he could have asked for, that this beautiful, fantasy woman of his is aroused. Beyond aroused. And he can help her. He can give her what she wants. And he will. Soon.

The weight of William's thrusts pick up and Karen has to bite her lip. It's not so bad now, but the puckered edge of her anus is raw from his first penetration and every once in a while he bumps her in such a way that the skin there screams and she tightens instinctively against the intrusion, making herself too tight for his next thrust. So she concentrates on her breathing and tries again to think of the house she'll be showing, but William's labored gasps are louder and faster and he's fucking her almost too hard and all she can think is that she's bent over her car in an empty parking garage with a stranger's cock raping her ass. The thought almost makes her cum, and the fact of it makes her face burn in shame. 

William tries to stifle his cry as he explodes in her ass, spewing his hot seed deep in her bowels, watching her ass milk every drop from his softening dick. He winces slightly when he finally pulls out of her, heart pounding, hands trembling. The sight of her slowly shrinking asshole, glistening with lube and cum is a dream he has long held, and for a split second he wishes he had thought to bring a camera. But slowly the sounds of the real world drift back and William hears Karen trying and failing to hide her heavy breathing. 

"How's your cunt now?" he asks, plunging his hand back between her thighs, gripping her swollen folds hard enough to make her shift uncomfortably when she doesn't answer. "Your turn, Karen," William whispers, lowing his body over hers, feeling her tremble. "What do you want?"

A thousand lewd thoughts tumble through her mind, but Karen forces herself to say, "I want to go home."

"Too bad," William grunts, pushing away and flipping her over so she's half-leaning on the trunk and facing him. "I want to see you cum. How do you want it?"

"W-what do you mean?" Karen stammers, hoping against all hope that he'll just let her go home and get this over with in private. Or that he won't make her ask to repeat his previous offer of sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue until she thinks she's going to die.

William sighs in irritation then boosts Karen up onto the trunk, balancing her heels on the bumper and spreading her knees wide. "Go on then," he says. "Do it yourself."

"Do what?" Karen asks, face burning. She cannot masturbate in front of a man. 

"Masturbate," William says, reading her mind. "If you don't want what I've got, then you do it. I want to see you explode."

I can't, Karen thinks desperately. I can't. I can't cum in front of him. I can't touch myself. I won't be able to focus—

And then William takes her left hand and uses it to spread her labia wide, then lowers her right hand to her open pussy and presses her middle finger inside. "The rest is up to you," he says, stepping back with a smile that's not entirely kind. 

Karen can barely breathe. Her mouth is dry. Her heart has stuttered to a stop. She wants to cum, but already this situation is making her so nervous she can almost see her orgasm fading into the distance. 

"Please," she whispers, pulling her hand from her sticky cunt. "I can't do it like this."

"How can you do it?" Williams asks in a low voice. 

"Not... not with an audience," she answers, and just then they both hear Karen's cries of ecstasy ring out from the DVD.

"Didn't seem to bother you before," William points out unnecessarily.

"I... I wasn't doing it... to myself," Karen forces out. 

"What are you saying?" William asks, eyes dropping to her splayed cunt.

"I can't..." Karen begins. "I need..."

"A toy?" William asks, and Karen's eyes widen. 

"No!" she exclaims. "No! Nothing like that. I just... Please. Please let me go home."

"Cum first," William says, enjoying this more than he would have imagined. If she hadn't rebuffed his offer to lick her cunt the first time, he'd have no trouble sinking between her legs and doing it now. But she had. And now if she wants it – and it's clear to him that she does – she's going to have to request it.

"I can't," Karen pleads. "It's been a long time."

"You can," William promises, stepping forward, flicking his thumb over her straining clit. "Look at the size of your clitoris; it's like a cherry."

"No," Karen whimpers. "Please."

"Ask me," William orders lazily. "Ask me to lick your pussy. Shove my tongue up your cunt. Suck on your clit."

Karen feels a fresh wash of juices gush from her cunt at his words. "I don't speak that way," she whispers. 

"Say 'Go down on me, William,'," William coaxes.

Karen bites her lip, shakes her head. 

His thumb circles her clit absently, and when she remains silent he swiftly grips it in the V of two fingers and seizes it tightly, making Karen cry out, hips bucking forward.

"Say it," William urges.

Sweat trickles down her temples. 

The tips of two of his thick fingers press inside her cunt, making her inner walls spasm. 

"Five words," he whispers, kneeling before her, inhaling her scent, spreading her wide so his breath is right on her trembling pink flesh. 

"William," Karen utters on a ragged breath.

"Yes?" he replies, pressing his fingers a little further inside. 

"William, please," Karen moans. 

His tongue flicks out to meet her straining clit and he watches her stomach jerk from the simple touch. 

"Ask me, Karen," he orders softly, tongue swishing through the damp folds. 

Karen groans heavily, head thrown back, legs splayed wide. 

"Say it," William repeats. 

"Oh God," Karen gasps, squeezing her eyes shut tight, feeling like she'll die if he doesn't give her more, more, ever more. "William, please," she whispers, feeling the rough pad of his thumb pressing very gently on her clit. "Go down on me," she hisses. 

It doesn't take long. William doesn't tease her, just spreads her labia, plunges his tongue deep inside (more to answer his long-standing question of just what Karen would taste like), replaces his tongue with two thick fingers, then answers her prayers and sucks her swollen clit between his teeth. Her cries are everything he has dreamed about for nearly twenty years; hearing them in real life is a satisfaction so powerful his knees start to shake. He focuses on the feel of her tight inner walls clamping down hard on his fingers, the orgasm almost painfully intense. He licks every inch of her, tasting as much as he can, sucking on her clit again and again until she is weakly splayed on the hood of the car, every muscle in her beautiful body limp. And still he licks her.

"William," Karen finally pleads.

"What?" he asks, swirling his tongue inside her.

"Enough," she whispers. "I can't take anymore." With the intense longing sated, Karen's head is rapidly beginning to clear and she looks at her watch. Twelve minutes to make it to her appointment. If she leaves now, she can make it. "I have to go."

William takes one last deep breath, then rises up, collecting his jeans from the ground and swiftly pulling them up. It takes every ounce of self-control he has to keep from thanking her, to beg her to stay. Instead he fastens the button at the top of his pants, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and strides away.

"Same time tomorrow," he calls over his shoulder.

Karen watches as the taillights of William's truck fade into the dark shadows of the parking garage, then spurs herself into action. She had packed wipes in her car, figuring correctly that they might come in handy, and quickly tidies both herself and the trunk. She dresses swiftly in her business suit, looks around to be certain there is no lingering evidence, then climbs into the car and turns the key in the ignition. Eyes cold, she spares the screen no second glance before slapping the top of the laptop down and popping the DVD out, snapping it in two with a strength she didn't know she had. 

That was not your fault, she tells herself. You didn't enjoy it. And even if you did, well, it had been a long time. No one can blame you. 

William's last words ring through her head. Same time tomorrow.

Well. Maybe she would be here the same time tomorrow, but she wouldn't like it. He couldn't make her like it. No. Tomorrow, she was sure, would be different.



Blast from the Past



I came home from work to find my beautiful wife Laura laying on the couch reading a book, wearing only a oversized t-shirt and nothing else, Laura is 5'5 blonde hair and very firm c-cup breasts, we have been married almost a year and a half and things were going great. Laura asked me, "Guess who I heard from today? Paul!" I asked who is Paul, she said, I never told you about Paul? and I said no, but tell me now.

Laura proceeded to tell me about how she met Paul and how he became her booty call, until he moved to Florida. So I asked, why it wasn't more than a booty call, and she said, well he had a girlfriend, but she could not give him all the sex he needed, so I was his action on the side. I was surprised Laura would go for such a setup, but she said the sex was incredible, and he just got her hooked on that and she was happy to get it! 

I have to admit hearing my wife talk about how Paul was incredible in bed made me jealous but also turned on, I could feel my cock stirring in my pants, I kept asking questions about the things they did together. She told me, he would call her and tell her he had some available time and for her to be at her apartment naked in bed waiting for him. He would show up and strip then put his cock in her mouth until it was nice and hard and then get between her long legs and slide his big cock into her wet pussy and put her legs over his shoulders and giver her a good pounding, you could tell by the look in her eyes she was reliving the encounters as was I.

I asked Laura what Paul wanted and she said he had found her on myspace as he was looking up old friends. He was in still in Florida and married but wanted to touch base with her and see how things were going. She told Paul that she was married, no kids yet and things were going very well, which I was glad to hear, especially after seeing the spark in her eyes when she spoke of him.

During the next few days, I begin to have erotic thoughts of Paul, using my wife as a fuck toy, to call at his convenience, to give him no strings, fucking and blowjobs. I kept asking her questions about her time spent with Paul, how many times did they have sex (too many to count) how big was he? (a thick 8 inches). During all these conversations, I would get turned on and didn't think it was noticeable until Laura asked me point blank, are you getting turned on by this? I really could not hide it, I was flushed and had a hard on, she felt my crotch and said, Steve, you are hard as a rock! I didn't know you liked hearing about me, and other guys, but Paul said you might.

That got my attention, I said "Paul said?" have you been talking to him. Laura said, we have just been emailing back and forth, and he had asked if I had told you about our past, I told him I had, and you seemed very interested in it. That's when he brought up; you might be into hearing about it. I was stunned, first that she was communicating with him and that he had pegged me without meeting me, or knowing much if anything about me.

I lightened up on the questions of their past but was curious to know what they were emailing about. Laura seemed pretty tight lipped about their emails, so I purchased a software package that helps parents monitor their children's online activities. Initially I was going to wait a week, before I checked to see what was being said, between my wife and Paul, but I was so excited to spy on the conversation, I could only make it two days.

I waited for Laura to go to sleep and told her I had a project for work I needed to finish so I was going to stay up and work. My hands were shaking in anticipation, I didn't know what I was going to find, but the unknown was driving me mad. I logged into the software and entered my pass code, up popped a report on the emails and instant messages between the two. Initially is started of as just general topics, how was his mother, was Laura's family still in Chicago, etc. Then is started getting much more interesting:

PaulW325: Are u still a nympho

LauraK2000: lol well of course I am

PaulW325: glad to see something's never change ur hubby is lucky

LauraK2000: he is lucky lol but he doesn't push my limits like u did

PaulW325: Oh is that right? Too bad, sounds like you need more sessions with Paul like the old days

LauraK2000: I could use one tonight for sure; I may have to play with my toy tonight to get off.

PaulW325: damn I like to hear that, I am logging off but I want you to tell me about your playtime think of me! 

LauraK2000: Oh I will. GN

I would like to say I was angry but honestly as I finished reading their conversation I was rubbing the front of my pants.....

I waited another two days, to check on their conversations, Laura was going to a movie with her friend Karen, as soon as the door closed I was typing in my pass code, my dick was already hard anticipating what had already been said the last few days. This conversation did not start out with pleasantries.

PaulW325: so did u think of me last night?

LauraK2000: yes I did

PaulW325: what did u think about?

LauraK2000: The time you took me to the movies with no panties and played with me during the movie.

PaulW325: Oh yeah that was great, you gave me head so much that night I don't think you saw the movie

LauraK2000: I actually don't remember the movie at all, you always could make me do the wildest things

PaulW325: Glad I have that power over you!

LauraK2000: Just don't abuse it lol

PaulW325: Well I can't promise that, especially, since I have a business trip planned to Dallas in a couple of weeks

LauraK2000: Are you serious! 

PaulW325: Very serious..... u think you can get away from the hubby to have a drink?

LauraK2000: I don't know

Paulw325:You probably don't have to get away I already told you Steve would probably love to watch

LauraK2000: I doubt it

Paulw325: You said he get turned on hearing about us fucking

LauraK2000: Yeah but there is a difference between hearing about the past and seeing it actually happen

Paulw325: Trust, me I bet he would like it 

LauraK2000: hmmmmm call me on my cell phone.

That was the end of the conversation; I can only imagine what was said on the phone. 

The next night when I got home Laura had some wine opened and poured me a generous glass when I got home. We sat on the couch and she looked incredible, then she asked me if I liked hearing about the stuff she did with Paul, I told her it did turn me on. She then told me Paul was coming into town in a couple of weeks, and wanted to meet for a drink. I expressed my hesitation, but Laura started stroking my leg and looking me in the eyes, and told me that if hearing about her with Paul, turned me on, what about seeing her with Paul, I think the blood left my face as I went pale, however the blood found its way to my cock, and gave Laura the answer she wanted to hear. She gave me a big kiss and bounced up off the couch and said she had so much to do before Paul came into town. I just turned up my glass of wine and downed it in one gulp, and thought to myself, what I have just gotten myself into.

Later that night Laura, asked me to take some pictures of her to send to Paul, first, she was just in her work clothes smiling, then she changed into some lingerie, at this point my cock was controlling me, I wanted Paul to see my wife naked, I wanted him to fuck her. This was what I wanted! Then to wrap up our night Laura took everything off and had my take shots of her nude, then she told me to email them to Paul. Laura went to bed, and like a good cuckolded husband, I uploaded the pictures to the computer and emailed them to Paul.

In a matter of minutes, I got an email from Paul, he thanked me for the pictures and told me Laura had not changed a bit since he had fucked her. He was excited about his visit and meeting me, he told me he would be emailing me to let me know his expectations of his trip. I then snuck into the bathroom and jacked off, thinking about what I had just done.

The next morning, I got to work, and checked my yahoo email account, there was an email from Paul, thanking me again for the pictures and he asked me if I enjoyed taking them for him, he also told me he was planning on fucking Laura while he was in town and I had a choice, I could get a hotel room for the week, so I could stay out of their way or if I wanted to watch I would have to agree to certain conditions.

I replied, I did enjoying taking pictures of Laura and sending them to him, and that I did not want to get a hotel room and I would like to be involved depending on the conditions. Paul's reply came later that day, his conditions were listed

1. You was not to interfere with my enjoyment of Laura, if you can not handle it or started having issues you should quietly leave and get a hotel room for the remainder of the week.

2. If you are allowed to observe Laura and I, then you would be expected to follow my directions when asked or you would be asked to leave.

3. I was not allowed to have sex with Laura until he gave me the green light

Just reading his instructions and the knowledge I would be able to watch him with Laura overrode any jealously I might have had. I replied back agreeing to his terms. I was now signed up to be cuckolded.

Two weeks went by fast, Paul was arriving on Monday the Friday before his arrival he sent a list of items to have for his visit. Laura's pussy was to be completely shaved, he requested I purchase various lubricants and sex toys, which I was able to pick up at an adult store. He also requested our camera be fully charged the clean sheets were to be on the bed.

I complied with all his requests. Laura was excited when Monday arrived. She dressed in a short black skirt, white top that showed her belly button. We drove to the airport and sat in front of the terminal we were both quiet, Laura asked me if I was sure about this, and I told her I was, she told me our relationship was about to change but she believed for the better, I agreed. Then there was a knock at the car window, it startled us both but Laura quickly shrieked it was Paul. I took a deep breath, because I knew it was going to be an interesting week.

Laura jumped out of the car and gave Paul a big hug, Paul was about 6'3 brown hair, and well built. He was wearing blue slacks, dress shirt and blazer; he looked like the typical traveling business man. He got into the back seat and Laura joined him. He reached his hand over the seats and said you must be Steve; I shook his hand and said nice to meet you. He leaned back in his seat and said take us home Steve!

As I drove back to our apartment, Laura told him we had prepared dinner for him so he could relax after a long day. Then I heard some whispering and Paul say, ahh just like in the movie theater, no panties, for the reminder of the ride home, I heard my wife being fingered by her ex lover, he commented on how nicely shaved her pussy was. I tried looking into the rearview mirror only to see Laura's head laid back and eyes rolling into her head from the fingering she was getting... Just as we arrived at our apartment, Paul said damn she is soaking wet.

We went upstairs and Laura got Paul a drink and I finished up dinner I could hear giggling and laughing coming from the living room. Once the food was ready everyone came in to sit down, Paul told me that it would just be he and Laura eating at the table, my dinner was under the table. He told me to get under the table and lick Laura's pussy while they ate.

I crawled under our table, it was very cramped but I parted Laura's thigh's to see a freshly shaved pussy, I have never seen it so smooth, she must have had it waxed, her pussy was a little red from the fingering she had been receiving earlier. I started licking her pussy and kissing her pussy lips. At one point during the meal, she put her hand on my head and pushed it into her crotch and told me to get my tongue deeper!!!! I heard laughing, and Paul, say, that's not the only thing I hear you have a problem getting deeper. They were finishing up dinner when Paul told me to get up, he said after I cleaned up their plates, then I could eat. He and Laura were going to the apartment pool and after I was done with my duties, I could join them. They both changed and left as I hurriedly finished cleaning and took a few bites, I didn't want to miss anything!

As I made my way to the pool, it was dark and deserted, I didn't see anyone. As I got closer I could hear talking, Paul and Laura had moved to the Jacuzzi, I walked up and saw Laura completly naked and she had the front of Paul's swimsuit was down and was stroking a very impressive cock. Paul invited me in the Jacuzzi as he laid his head back and enojyed the hand job from my wife, I looked up at all the apartment windows, and while they were all dark, I worried about being seen, and some of the tenants knowing this was my wife stroking another guys cock with me sitting two feet away. Paul asked me how I liked things so far, I could not lie, it was exciting.

He looked at Laura and told her, see I told you he would like it, show him how much you love my cock, with that he arched his back so his cock would come out of the water, Laura leaned over and slid her mouth over his cock and began giving him head, she was really into it, like she was worshiping it, which she was. Paul grabbed the back of her hair and began to fuck her face, after a few minutes he pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed his cock all over her face, she had her mouth open and was trying to get it back in, but he told her there will be plenty of that for later. 

He told me to go back to the apartment and get some drinks for them. I did as he asked, on my way back to the Jacuzzi I heard moaning, and saw Laura, sitting on Paul's lap facing him with her tits in his face bouncing up and down on his cock. I just stopped and watched the scene going on in front of me, she was getting close to orgasm, and began bouncing up and down faster, and telling Paul how big he was and she was getting close. Then she had a very audible orgasm, as my eyes looked up expecting apartment lights to start coming on, but they never did. 

Paul puller her off his lap, and sat on the edge I could see his big dick glistening with my wife's pussy juice, he told her to suck him off! She quickly complied as he leaned back and propped himself up with his arms. He noticed me and signaled for me to bring the drinks to him. I slowly walked over and handed him his drink, he began sipping it as my wife sucked his cock, he ran his hands through her hair, and said Steve your wife is one hell of a cock sucker, and with that statement, he grunted and began filling her mouth with his cum.

Laura paused and did her best to swallow most of it and then leaned back in the Jacuzzi and grabbed her drink. Paul told Laura to go give me a kiss for getting them drinks and dinner, Laura got out walked over and gave me a big open mouth kiss, I could taste Paul's cum in her mouth as she snaked her tongue in and out of my mouth.

When she finished Paul, was sliding his trunks on and said its time to go in, he put Laura's bikini in his pocket and told her she could walk back naked, she laughed and I could tell she was a little nervous about it, but she complied. 

The walk back was not that far, I don't think we were spotted, back in the apartment, Paul told Laura to take a bath and prepare for bed. He told me to get some pillows and blankets and tonight I would be sleeping on the couch. I was disappointed but I had agreed to follow instructions. That night, I heard Laura screaming and moaning throughout the night, I can't tell you when they stopped fucking. I jacked off three times laying on the couch before I fell asleep.

The next morning, Laura got up first and had some breakfast and was reading the paper, she told me Paul had fucked her brains out last night, and that she was very sore today. She asked me, how I was feeling about things I told her last night was very exciting but I would like to watch.

She said she would talk to Paul. She asked me if I could hear them last night, and I told her that I jacked off three times. She was glad I was enjoying myself as much as she was. She asked if I would do her a favor, her pussy was really sore and some light licking would help.

I got down on the floor, Laura was only wearing a robe with nothing underneath, she parted her legs, and I saw a different pussy, than I had the night before, the first noticeable thing, was someone had written Property of Paul with a sharpie over the top of her pussy, which was red and swollen from the fucking she received the night before.

I leaned my head in and kissed her clit and she told em to take it easy, he wore her out last night. As I continued licking her pussy, I knew I was swallowing, not just her pussy juice but the cum he had deposited several times throughout the night. She began, to get very aroused, and I was thinking I might get to fuck her myself, when I remembered I was not allowed to fuck her without permission. I kept licking when I heard a voice from behind, me, Steve; you certainly know your place.

You are a natural. I just kept licking when I heard a click. Paul had gotten the camera and was taking pictures of me licking my wife's used pussy. After a few minutes he told Laura, he wanted her to join him in the shower, his cock was very dirty and needed cleaning. She jumped up off the couch and followed him into the bathroom and closed the door.

That night we were going to a club, Paul picked Laura's outfit which consisted of a short red dress, with no bra or panties. The music was loud and there were tons of people dancing or hanging out, we sat in a booth near the back of the club. My job was to keep their glasses full, so I would go back and forth to the bar quite often. 

Paul went to the restroom and when he returned, he had a guy with him. He introduced Laura and I to Mike, he was a young black guy about 6'0 and very muscular. Paul said Mike had complimented him on his date (Laura), but Paul straighten him out and told him I was Laura's husband, Mike looked confused at first, since Paul had been sitting with Laura all evening.

Paul invited Mike to join us for a drink, and then told me to get them some drinks, Mike offered to pay but Paul assured him I would take care of the tab.

When I returned it was just Paul, I scanned the vicinity and saw Mike and Laura on the dance floor. I saw down and Paul and I both watched, as Laura and Mike danced in a very sexual manner, at one point, Laura turned with her back to him and bent over, like they were doing it doggy style.

Mike had one hand on her ass, and with the other hand he waved at us then gave Laura's ass a hard swat. As they continues, Mikes hand was sliding Laura's skirt up higher, until he could get a good look at her ass, Laura just smiled and grinded her ass cheeks into his crotch. 

After the song, they both returned to the table, Mike was sweating, and glad to get a drink. Laura sat between the two guys and gulped her martini down. Mike was curious about our situation. Paul jumped in and said. Laura and Steve are together, but Steve likes to watch, his wife enjoy herself, isn't' that right Steve?

I nodded affirmative. Mike got a big smile on his face, as Paul continued. So Steve brought me into town and is letting me fuck his wife all week. Mike was shocked but you could tell turned on by what he had just been told. He told Paul, he was a lucky guy as Laura was a knockout. Paul said you have no idea, and then told Laura to show Mike her tits! I thought Laura would balk at this, but she turned to Mike, checked to see if anyone was looking and unbuttoned a few buttons of the dress, until she was able to expose her perky breasts to this stranger. Paul told him to see how firm they are, and Mike took him up on his offer and squeeze and played with Laura's titties. A couple of people started noticing, so Laura buttoned up her top.




Blast from the Past



Mike said he needed another drink and started to get up, and Laura grabbed his arm and said its ok Steve will get it. I got up and made my way to the bar, coming to the conclusion that not only was I a cuckold, but I liked it. I got off on serving my wife and her lover. I got off on the humiliation of others knowing that I am a cuckold. It was like a drug, that I could not get enough of. On my way back to the table it was just Mike and Paul, I assumed Laura had gone to the ladies room. I sat all the drinks down and then slid in the other side of the booth, but my feet hit something, it was Laura on her knees under the table, both Mike and Paul laughed when they could see I figured it out. I asked what she was doing and Paul, said right now she is giving me a blow job, and stroking Mike's dick. 

Laura has never had a black cock in her hand or mouth but there is a first time for everything, and with that, I could see Paul, use his hand to push Laura's head toward Mike's crotch, then I saw Mike get that look on his face all guys do as a hot mouth slides over their cock. I think Paul was even turned on by how slutty he had made Laura that she was willing to suck a stranger's cock, just with him asking. I wished I was under the table as well watching her red lips slide back and forth over the black cock, but there just was not enough room, so I was forced to make uncomfortable conversation with Paul and Mike, until Mike finally came in my wife's mouth. He told me she was pretty good and could practice on him anytime.

Laura popped up from under the table and said thanks, and you are certainly a mouthful. Mike said he wanted to fuck Laura, but Paul said he was not ready to share her pussy yet, with that we decided it was time to make our way home. Paul and Laura in the back and I was driving as usual. Paul told Laura slutty she was and how much he liked it. She told him she only does that for him, and with that, I heard a zipper and looked in the rear view mirror as Paul and I made eye contact, he pushed my wife's head down to his waiting cock and for the remainder of the ride home, I listened to Laura kissing, licking and sucking Paul's cock.

That night, I was told to sleep on the couch again and much like the prior night, I listened to Laura screaming and moaning throughout the night. I shamelessly jacked off again, listening to her moans as well as thinking over the nights happenings, such as Laura sucking a strangers black cock, under the table in a crowded club. 

The next morning, Laura was up again and came to sit with me on the couch, she told me how sore her pussy was, and at one point during the night, she could not do it anymore, and that is when Paul fucked her ass for the first time. I asked her how that was and she said it was painful at first but the more they did it the better it felt and she hopes he does it again. Then she asked for another favor, of I would lick her pussy and ass, as they were both very sore and she needed to be ready for another day with Paul, and she didn't know if she could keep up.

I dropped down to my knees just like the prior morning and parted her thighs, her pussy was red and swollen, I began to lick and gently kiss her pussy, and I performed my duty, she leaned farther back on the couch and raised her legs, I knew what she wanted, then she gently pushed my head down until my tongue was in her ass, I did the best I could considering I hadnever given a rim job before. She stopped me and told me, she was going to wake up Paul with a blowjob.

I asked if I could watch, she said, she would leave the door cracked. I stood outside our bedroom door of the apartment I paid the rent for, and watched my wife walk into the bedroom, drop her robe so she was completely naked, then pull back the covers off her lover, and get into bed and lean over and started licked his cock. When she started it was soft, but even soft it was the same size as mine hard, maybe a little thicker. I could see him stir and a slight smile crept across his face, as Laura's talented tongue danced over his cock. She teased the head of his cock with small licks, then little kisses, I saw his hand go to the top of Laura's head and he guided his cock into her mouth. She began sucking more passionately, and his one hand was joined by his other, as he used my wife's mouth for his pleasure.

At one point he pulled her mouth off his cock and pushed her down to his balls then I saw his impressive 8 inch cock, that had turned my wife into his personal sex slave. Then with amazement, I saw him raise up his legs and push her down even farther, just as Laura had done to me earlier, and now it was her giving a rim job, I saw Paul's eyes find the crack in the bedroom door and we made eye contact, his smile got even bigger as he pulled Laura's mouth back to his cock and began pumping his cock into her face again. Moments later he tensed up and you could see his hands grip Laura's hair and hold her head in place while he filled her mouth with him cum. After she swallowed his load she rolled over beside him.

Paul slapped her ass as she turned over and told her he had clients to see today so he would be away for a few hours, but she was not to masturbate or have sex with me, while he was gone. Laura told him she understood, as Paul walked into the bathroom to take a shower, Laura looked at me with the most satisfied look I have even seen.

After Paul left Laura and I got dressed and went to lunch and did some shopping, we seemed to get along even better than before. Other than not having sex with her, it seemed like a perfect arrangement. That evening Paul arrived back at our apartment, he had been drinking with his clients, he sat on the couch told me to get him a beer, and he began watching TV. Laura came into the room and said hello, and Paul told her to strip, Laura began taking off her clothes as I stood nearby and watched. 

Laura was completely submissive to Paul. Paul then told me to get my camera. When I returned he had instructed Laura to lay down on the floor and play with herself. She was already playing with her pussy when he told me to start taking pictures. This had always been a fantasy of mine to watch Laura play with herself and not only was it happening in front of me, I was getting to take pictures!

After Laura brought herself to orgasm Paul told her to unzip his pants and take care of him, he yelled at me to take pictures of my wife giving him a blowjob, I got down on my knees in front of the couch as her lips slid over the head of his cock, Paul turned Laura's face so she was looking at the camera while I took pictures, Paul had one hand on her head and the other he was fingering her pussy, he told me how wet my wife's pussy was and how much it needed his big cock. 

Then he told me to ask him to fuck her. I quickly complied, "Paul, please fuck Laura "

He like hearing that, as he moved her into the floor on all fours, he lined up behind her and then stopped, he told me to "take his cock and put it inside your wife" this froze me for a second, but I wanted to see him fuck her badly, that's what this week was about so I reached out and took hold of his cock, it was wet from my wife's saliva and hard as a rock, I moved it up to the entrance of Laura's pussy then moved it in a circular motion around her clit before sliding it inside, Laura moaned.

Paul then grabbed the back of Laura's hard and pulled back like reins on a horse and began giving her a hard fucking, I reached down to unzip my own pants, I could not help but play with myself as I watched this stud give my wife a proper fucking.

He told Laura, look at your husband slut, he is getting off on me pounding you, as Laura glanced my way, I heard a loud smack, as Paul has slapped Laura on the ass, she yelped but the look in her eyes was like a drug addict getting a fix.

He asked her "who's pussy was this?", and she told him it was his, then he slapped her ass again and again, the entire time pistoning his big cock in and out of her pussy. I was amazed at his stamina, my cock was so hard watching them I was jacking off, at an incredible rate, my hand must have been a blur, I quickly came all over the floor, Paul laughed and informed Laura how much I got off on watching them, she didn't pay any attention to me, only the loud moans of pleasure came from her direction. 

Paul announced he was close, he pulled his cock from Laura's pussy and as I am sure she has done many times she quickly turned around and found his cock and quickly began sucking him until Paul filled my wife's mouth with his cum. As she was swallowing his load he pulled his cock out and rubbed it all over her face, he then sat back up on the couch with a smile and told me to bring him another beer. When I retuned, Paul said I am going to have to visit more often.

Laura quickly spoke up, and told Paul, he could come visit as much as he wanted and she hated that he was leaving already.

Paul was packing to leave the next morning; he took the camera memory stick so he would have all the pictures from the visit. He told me I could resume fucking Laura after he left, but her pussy maybe a little looser from his visit.

On the drive to the airport, Laura was in the back with Paul, giving him head the entire time. I heard he choke down his cum halfway through the trip but she kept his dick in her mouth until I reached the terminal parking, then I heard her give his cock one last kiss on the head before she tucked it into his pants. Paul shook my hands thanked me for being a good host and I would hear from him soon. As he walked into the terminal, Laura got into the front seat, gave me a big kiss and we went home and fucked like animals.

I am sure this is not the last visit from Paul.



Blast From The Past



Evan was just preparing to lock up the stationery store he owned on a Friday night when a beefy guy came in.

'Sorry, I'm just about to lock up.'

'I know.' the big guy said.

Evan felt a little panicked. Was this guy here to rob him? He took another good look at the stranger just in case e had to identify him to the police later. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a too tight T-shirt and had the big, furry thighs and tight beer belly that Evan found so attractive. Evan cursed his weakness that here he was, at a time that he might be in danger, lusting after some stranger that he could never have.

That is what came of living alone in a small town. Evan was convinced that he must be the only gay guy in town and since he bought his business two years ago he hadn't had any sex as he was far too busy to get up to the city to get his rocks off.

'You don't remember me, do you?' the stranger asked.

'Should I?' Evan asked, relaxing a little.

'It's me, Biff. Well, used to be Biff. Friends know me by my proper name now, Rob. I used to sit behind you in class.'

Evan couldn't keep the disgust and fear off his face. How dare this guy come here after he made Evan's school days such a misery.

'Aah, the bully.' Evan began.

'Look, I wanted to come and apologize, make amends if I can.' Rob said.

'Why after all this time?' Evan was distrustful.

'I've recently moved back to town after being away at sea for a number of years. I asked about you and was told you own this place.' Rob replied.

'You made my life hell.' Evan said. He could feel his anger flush his cheeks.

'I know.' Rob replied. 'See, I was scared of what was inside me. I saw the same thing in you. I know it's no excuse but I was young, ignorant...'

'What are you saying?' Evan felt the first stirrings of excitement.

'Look, come out with me tonight. We could go get some beers, shoot some pool.'

'Oh no, I'm not into that,' Evan was deflated. Perhaps he had misunderstood what Rob meant. 

'Okay. We can do whatever you want.' Rob replied. 'We could go to the movies, or bowling or, or, well...I guess that's just about it in this town.'

'How about just going to a restaurant?' Evan asked.

'That would be good.' Rob said. 'I'll pick you up about seven?'

Evan felt a jumble of emotions as he made his way home and had a bath. He had put Biff out of his mind all these years but now the bully's taunts and pinches came back to haunt him. And added to the mix was the way he felt about him now. The dude was hot. Evan had snuck a quick peek at Rob's ass as he walked away and those two big mounds bouncing up and down in his shorts had made Evan weak at the knees. He was tempted to whack one out before he went out to eat, but on the other hand he was intrigued by Rob's comment about seeing similarities between them. What if the big guy was gay? The thought got Evan so incredibly turned on he really had to fight the urge to stroke, stroke, stroke. 

Rob came by at seven, just as he said he would. He was wearing a pair of faded denim jeans that clung to his big thighs and chunky, shapely ass. Evan caught the whiff of aftershave as Rob opened the passenger door of his truck to let Evan in. He even closed the door behind Evan, sending Evan's pulse racing; this was beginning to feel like a date.

'It's funny' Rob said when they were settled at their table and waiting for their meal 'I wanted to suggest a restaurant but I thought that might not be appropriate.'

'In what way?' Evan asked before taking a sip of his wine.

Rob took a gulp of is beer. He looked really nervous.

'Well, me and you must be about the only two gay guys in town. I didn't want to look like I was hitting on you. Not when I needed to apologize for the way I had behaved in the past.'

Evan drained his glass. He could feel his cock throbbing in pants. His mouth felt really dry and he realized he had a choice: he could harp on about the past or he could let Rob make amends by giving Evan access to that big, beautiful ass of his.

'If you only knew what I'm thinking right now...' Evan's voice trailed away.

'What? What are you thinking?' Rob sounded really concerned like he was afraid Evan would get up and walk out.

'I'm thinking how much I would love to spread your beefy cheeks and eat your ass.' Evan replied.

'Rob blushed, then smiled.

'Wow, mister! You didn't mince your words do you?' Rob said. 'I would love to fuck you, right here on this table, with all these people watching.'

'You wouldn't.' Evan teased.

'I'm feeling that horned up I think I could.' Rob shot back and Evan could see he meant it.

Evan managed to steer the conversation back to more neutral territory. Now that both men were sure what they would be getting up later that night they were able to calm themselves down a little and enjoy the food and catching up on what each had been up to over the years. It was the most delicious time that Evan could remember in a long time, looking across at the handsome bear and hanging on his every word, wanting to hold his hand , wanting to kiss him right there at the table. It was Rob who eventually reached across and laid his hand over Evan's after the waiter had cleared their plates away. He squeezed it very gently.

'Do you think we should skip dessert?' Rob asked.

'We'd better.' Evan croaked. 'I don't think I can hold out much longer.

Evan could hardly remember the drive back home from the restaurant; all of his blood had drained south and was pumping up his hard dick that leaked oodles of precum into his underpants. Somehow they made it through the front door and then Rob pulled Evan into his arms and kissed him and all the hurt and pain and loneliness melted away. Rob was an unbelievably good kisser and Evan's hard cock was crushed up against Rob's thick club. 

Eventually Evan could stand it no more and he reached down and stroked Rob's thick sausage through his jeans.

'You're in a hurry, aren't you?' Rob asked.

'I can't wait any more!' Evan cried.

'Never let it be said that I'm not romantic.' Rob replied as he unbuttoned his shirt revealing thick tufts of dark hair. 'I would like to take our time and savour this special night but if you can't wait that's okay by me too.'

Evan took Rob's hand and led him to the sofa. The big guy was right. This magical night could never be relived; he needed to slow down and make it last as long as possible. Evan turned to Rob now and put his right arm around Rob's shoulder and kissed him as he slid his left hand up and down the warm skin of his torso and over the jungle of fur on his chest. Every now and then he tweaked Rob's nipples and got him so worked up that now it was his turn to beg for sex.

'Please,' he whispered in Evan's ear 'I need you inside me now.'

Evan could not resist such an offer. He took Rob by the hand and led him into the bedroom. He quickly stripped Rob's jeans off him and gasped as he caught sight of that pale, furry fat ass. It was the ass of his dreams and he quickly forced Rob face down on the bed. Taking a few minutes to admire the beauty of Rob's big ass Evan's lust was boiling over as he stroked Rob's firm, furry thighs. Then he parted those meaty mounds and caught sight of the blushing rosebud buried deep in Rob's furry crack. Evan pressed his face into Rob's crack and inhaled the overwhelming scent of a man; how he had longed for that scent to fill his nostrils these past two years. Still stroking Rob's thighs he let his face fall fully into Rob's crack as he began eating his ass in earnest.

Rob yelped and ground his hips into the bed, rubbing his sensitive cockhead against the duvet then pushing his big ass back onto Evan's probing tongue. This dude was giving him the best rimming of his life and he was putty in Evan' hands. A string of precum drooled out of Rob's thick cock as Evan ate his ass so good and stroked his big balls. And then at last he felt Evan begin to rub some lube over his pucker and Rob sighed and relaxed into surrender. Evan expertly lubed Rob's hungry hole until it glistened and winked at Evan, inviting him into its depths.

Evan quickly stripped and rubbed his cock up and down Rob's slippery crack. It felt so incredibly good after two years of abstinence that he just about shot his bolt as the underside of his cockhead rubbed over the wrinkled folds of Rob's juicy sluthole.

'Please, please...'Rob begged.

Evan was happy to oblige. He pressed his flared knob against Rob's pucker and felt it yield. Soon he was sliding into its warm, slippery depths. Each nerve in his body was into overdrive as he took his first thrust into Rob's assguts. Rob's ass was so tight and warm and yet yielding and juicy at the same time that Evan knew it was going to be a struggle to keep from cumming. He gritted his teeth and tried to think about the chores he need to do in is store as he pounded Rob's beefy butt. It didn't help that Rob was an expert at milking a man's cock and he kept clenching his ring tight around Evan's overheated cock and moaning as the pleasure in his ass spread throughout his big, beefy body.

'Gonna cum, gonna cum...' Evan moaned.

Rob responded by really working Evan's cock with his ass, determined to drain him of every last drop of man juice. Evan' leaking cock had made the passage up Rob's hot ass even more blissful and now he couldn't hold back any longer. He surrendered and bellowed out his defeat as his cock erupted sending a gush of hot jism shooting deep into Rob's greedy ass. As the sounds of his lover's orgasm reached his ears and Evan's love sauce coated Rob's innards his own orgasm gripped him and he shuddered and moaned as his thick cock spewed a massive load of thick spunk onto Evan's duvet.

The lovers lay panting in the afterglow until Evan's soft cock fell from Rob's ass. Evan parted Rob's cheeks and saw his creamy goo starting to seep out of Rob's well used hole that was now a bright red colour. The fur in Rob's crack was matted down with a mixture of lube, precum and spunk and Evan had never seen anything so fucking hot before. He knew then that he wanted this ass for all time.

'Will you stay the night?' He asked Rob.

'I'd stay forever, if you'd have me.' Rob replied.

'Are you serious?' Evan asked as he cuddled up to Rob.

'Yeah,' Rob replied as he looked deep into Evan's eyes. 'I've been roaming for far too long. I need to put down roots. And any guy that can make me cum without even touching myself, well, I think there's potential there for us, don't you.'

'Absolutely.' Evan replied as he stroked Rob's belly.

The pair drifted off to sleep happy in the knowledge that the future had something to offer them and it was going to be a whole better than the past.

END



Blast from the Past



It was somewhat chilly, considering that it was supposed to be summer already. The air had a slight bite to it, and I pulled my cardigan from my bag and slipped it over my shoulders as I walked home from the underground station. Suddenly, tingles spread up my spine and I realized someone was walking close to me – turning around I could see the silhouette of a woman barely a metre away. 

"Fran?" a voice emitted from the outline, and I saw the shadow of her hip bump out as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Who was she, how did she know my name? I licked my lips and felt my mouth get a little dry... something about the way her hip curved in the shadow was doing strange things to my mind.

"Who are you?" I replied, nervously running my fingers over my neck before linking them together and biting my lip.

She laughed, the sound very seductive in the darkness and she took a step closer – "don't you remember me? I was at school with you, I'm Jenny..."

Jenny... I racked my mind but the only Jenny I could remember was a short, skinny mousy girl who I was partners with in science – this gorgeously curvaceous woman couldn't be that same Jenny... but now I thought of it, there was something in the sound of her voice that struck a chord in my Biology lesson memories. "Science Jenny?" I asked, just to make certain. Her outlines head bobbed up and down and I heard her chuckle softly, "wow," I continued, "you sure grew up well!"

Jenny laughed, and reached out to pat my arm – "from what I can see, so did you! Fancy getting a drink to catch up tomorrow? It would be great to know what you've been up to..."

I paused for a second, trying to work out if I was right and there was a flirty tone in her voice or if it was just wishful thinking on my part... I wasn't sure, but I remembered that Jenny had had a relationship with a girl called Charlotte in our final college year so there was a fair chance that I was correct and the bote in her voice was indeed a come one... and, God, I sure hoped it was.

"That sounds lovely," I replied, injecting a flirty tone into my voice as I moved slightly closer to her, "what time would be good for you?"

She let out a soft sigh that sent shivers down my spine to curl deep within my stomach as she swayed slightly closer to me and I felt her breath on my skin as she exhaled. "I could get to the café down the road here for about 7:30 if that's any good for you?" Jenny said softly, and I knew for sure that I was not imagining the tender tone in her voice now.

"That sounds lovely," I murmured back – she was close enough to hear me speaking in such a soft tone. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then..." I moved towards her and kissed her cheek, "I can't wait to catch up."

She moved so quickly that I barely realized what she was doing until I felt her soft, full lips on mine, coaxing a response out of my surprised gasp. The kiss lasted barely five seconds, but the feel of her lips was imprinted on my mind and I knew I'd be thinking of her until I saw her the following day. "Just making sure you don't forget," she breathed into my ear, one hand stroking my neck as she moved away and walked briskly down the dark road, leaving me staring after her.

-x-

The following evening, I was home early and walked through the door at about half past 6, giving me an hour to fidget until I saw Jenny. I decided to put the time to use wisely and commenced on a rather vigorous preening routine. By quarter past 7, my legs were smooth, my eyebrows were no longer overgrown and my hair was in an acceptable state with makeup finished. I knew exactly was I was going to wear, and pulled out a short floral dress with a red cardigan. I was ready to go, and God, I was so nervous it was absurd. Would she still fancy me when we met up, and would my shaved legs be seeing any action? I guess only time would tell. But what if I didn't recognize her – I'd only seen her in the dark and the memory of yesterday evening was a bit blurry... apart from the kiss, which was in blazing focus.

I walked into the café dead on half past 7 and scanned the room for her, my gaze alighting on a woman leaning against the wall, looking straight at me with a smile on her lips. I ran my eyes over her and my mouth went dry, as my eyes devoured her luscious curves that filled out the red dress she was wearing to perfection. As she moved away from the wall and walked towards me, her hips swayed in perfect time to her steps, raising goosebumps on my arms as I bit my lip, meeting her eye and knowing she'd be able to read what she was doing to me written clear over my face.

"Well, hello," she said when she neared me, stopping a few centimeters away to scan my face and smile,

"Hey, you," I replied, moving forward to loop my arms around her waist for a second. "Long time no see, huh?" As I was going to loosen my arms and let her go, she slid her arm around my neck and turned my head to meet hers as her lips came down on mine again, sending fire burning through my body as our breasts pressed into each other and I felt every inch of her gorgeous body pressed against mine. Her mouth opened, leading mine as I slid my tongue inside, running over her bottom lip to delve inside her mouth, her skin so soft beneath my kiss as I pulled her hips closer to mine and ran my fingers over her deliciously curved sides.

The kiss ended way too soon, and I thanked God that the café was almost empty as our lips parted with a soft sound and I rested my mouth against her neck for a moment before disentangling myself. I met her gaze and realized we were both wearing the same foolish grin on our faces as she took my hand and led me to a table in the corner.

"I ordered you a latté, is that okay?" she said, looking at me for confirmation.

"That's lovely, thanks," I replied, smiling. "I'll get you one, next time..."

She grinned at me, sitting down opposite me and taking my hand over the table. "So, tell me – what's life been like since high school?"

The next couple of hours until closing time (it was late shopping night so the café was open until 9:30) passed so fast, it was like a dream. We talked and talked about anything and everything and every so often, one or other of us would get that look in our eye and lean over the table for a long, gentle kiss before parting and giggling.

Closing time came far too quickly, and as we left the café hand in hand, I turned to Jenny and laced my arms around her neck. "Do you fancy a coffee at mine? It's just around the corner..." I murmured, my mouth almost touching hers as she smiled into my words.

"That sounds perfect to me," she replied quietly, kissing me before she finished talking and the remaining words leaking out through our kiss. We walked, hand in hand, down the road and as we got to my door, I took hold of her hips and backed her against the wall. "I've been wanting to kiss you for most of the evening, you know," I whispered into her ear, leaning against her. Every part of our bodies were tight together as I took her face in my hand and pressed my lips against hers, one hand sliding down her waist to nestle in the curve of her back, pressing her tight against me as I explored her mouth.

Her hands went tight around my waist, and as one slipped lower to rest around my ass I let out a sigh into her mouth as her fingers slid down my legs to stroke the bare skin of my thighs beneath the skirt. I didn't want to pull away, but I could hear a car rapidly approaching us down the street and I figured it would be best to continue with this inside so I kissed her for a couple more seconds then gently disentangled myself and swung the door open. Grabbing the keys from the lock, I threw them on the table in the hall and turned around to smile at Jenny.

"Welcome to my humble abode," I joked, taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen. "Coffee or tea? I have juice as well..."

"There's only one thing I'm thirsty for," she said softly, taking hold of my other hand and placing them around her neck as she moved closer again and this time backed me up against the kitchen wall, her hand moving straight back to my legs where my skirt had rucked up to reveal an expanse of freshly shaven thigh. I moaned slightly against her mouth as her fingers caressed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and as she moved her mouth to my neck and gently sucked on my flesh, my eyes closed and my mouth opened to gasp in air as my hand ran through her silky hair. Her hands were moving from my legs to slide the straps of my dress from my shoulders and she pulled me away from the wall momentarily to unzip the dress at the back and slide it off my body to leave me in my cream, lacy underwear.

"Hold on, this isn't fair..." I murmured to her, moving away to step out of my dress and leave it on the floor. "I was looking forward to undressing you..."

She laughed and held out her arms. "Here I am, honey," she said softly, "feel free..."

I moved closer to her again and kissed her quickly, open mouthed and intimate as I ran my mouth down her neck and over the opening of her dress between her breasts. "Come with me," I whispered into her skin, and took her hand. Leaving my dress on the floor, I led her to my bedroom.

As we entered, I stopped her before she sat on the bed and backed her against the wall like she'd done to me – my mouth on her neck again and repeating the motion of sliding my tongue over her breastbone to kiss the tantalizing cleavage that had been teasing me all evening. Her dress buttoned up at the front, so as I undid the first button, the soft sound of fabric parting burnt a pattern in my stomach and I could feel my panties were already sodden with need for her. Her dress was beginning to gape and I could see her breasts, cased in a filmy balcony bra, swelling out from the open fabric and the smooth line of her stomach disappearing behind the dress.

I undid the next button, kissing the triangle of creamy flesh exposed by the parting red fabric, and as the third button quietly popped open, the dress slid down her body and lay in a rippling circle on the floor. I let out a soft sigh against her stomach as I saw her legs were encased in stockings with creamy blue suspenders, matching her bra and panty set. I'd been staring at her legs all evening, not knowing she was wearing stockings, and the knowledge now was such a turn on I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.

I was on my knees in front of her and her legs were slightly parted as I saw a damp patch on her panties. I gazed up over her wide hips and smooth stomach to see her looking down at me, her eyes lidded and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hips moved forwards, spread for me as I moved my head closer to her and kissed the centre of the wetness, running my tongue over the outline of her clit in the damp fabric. She let out a soft moan as I slid my hands between her legs to cup her ass as I licked the outline again, harder and more firmly this time as I used my tongue to move the wet fabric to one side and her pussy came into view, the labia shaved silky smooth as her natural hair grew over her mound. I sighed into her clit and then sucked it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue before letting it free as her hands moved to my head and she gasped out my name.

I stood up, and moved to kiss her, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and letting her taste herself on my lips. As we kissed I took her hands and led her to the bed, sliding down with her on our sides to entwine our legs as I unfastened her bra and then rolled her on to her back as I slid the straps off her shoulders to reveal her full breasts. Her nipples were simply gorgeous, full and pink with erect tips that were just begging for me to tease them with my tongue. I slid my fingers down the sides of them, to cup them in my hands as I traced the outline of the areola with my tongue before sucking the hard peak into my mouth and flickering my tongue around the teat.

Her back arched and she let out a soft cry, pulling away from me to pull me up over her body and kiss me, arching off the bed to slide her hands hungrily down my back to unfasten my bra and slide my panties off in a five second time frame, the bra hung from my shoulders as she pulled the panties off my ankles, moving quickly as the pace picked up and she slid down the bed to part my legs with her hands. She kissed my open pussy, tonguing the hole for a moment as I closed my eyes and bit my lip as the feeling overwhelmed me. But it seemed that more was to come as she slid her tongue over my clit, from the bottom to the top as she nibbled gently on me and swirled her tongue around the hard nub nestling between the lips. My mind blew, and I saw stars behind my closed eyelids as she sucked my clit into her mouth and brushed her teeth against the sensitive skin, "Jenny – Jenny," I moaned, gasping her name, "hold on, let me turn around..."

She moved her mouth away, pulling off her panties but leaving the stockings on as I swiveled around the bed, grabbing her leg and hooking it over my neck as I breathed in the hot, damp smell of her wet pussy so close to my face. I felt her hands slide over my ass as she buried her tongue deep inside me again, the gentle feeling so intimate that I moaned into her clit as I greedily ran my tongue over the engorged bump and swirled around it. I could feel how close I was to cumming, and as I wriggled my hips and the friction of her tongue on my clit brought me to breaking point, I cried out into her clit, licking and sucking frantically as I slid two fingers deep inside her tight, wet hole and felt her convulse around me as I came in her mouth. The feel and taste of her orgasm sent me spiraling into another world of pleasure as I came again, my head spinning as I felt her damp, beautiful body writhing against me.

We lay there, falling apart in each-others arms for most of the night and the next morning, I woke up to her mouth on my neck and her hand sliding over my stomach to stroke my pussy which was still wet and aching from the night before, and, my God, the day that followed, we didn't get out of bed once.