5 comments/ 43383 views/ 7 favorites Blind Man's Bluff Ch. 01 By: Evil Alpaca Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. ----------------- ---------------- "Blind Man's Bluff" Part 1 ----------------- ---------------- Wes wasn't a happy kid. He sat on the bleachers overlooking the now vacant indoor pool at the university he attended. He had taken a part time job at the activity center, so he had keys and access to all the facilities. His first year of college was over, and he was still very much alone. He thought things might be different for him after his older brother Vic had taken off to college. Vic was smart and had gone all the way across the country to go to school to get away from their overbearing and shallow parents. And Vic was their pride and joy. He had been the high school football team's quarterback, adored by one and all. Vic was six feet, four inches of strapping young man. He had been a legend. Unfortunately for Wes, as history as shown, for every long shadow that was cast, there was someone who was blotted out by it. That person was Wes. And it wasn't that he and Vic didn't get along. Quite the contrary, they were friends and talked often on the phone. They had looked forward to seeing each other over the holidays, but Vic had decided not to make the trip when their parents made in impromptu voyage to Europe for Christmas vacation. But they were definitely planning on getting together over the summer. And for some reason, Vic was particularly anxious for his brother to meet his friend Jack. Whatever that was about. Wes had tried living up to his brother's legacy, much to his brother's chagrin, but hadn't done it. Instead of being a football player, he was a swimmer. Wes's body was something to behold, at least when he let himself be seen. He had a swimmer's body; smooth, six feet of well toned muscle. He wasn't as broad shouldered as his brother, but he probably had better muscle definition. He had short brown hair that was rarely combed or brushed. He had been told he was handsome by a number of women, but his self-esteem made that a hard pill to swallow. He might not have been so insecure, if it weren't for the glasses. Wes's vision was horrible. One of the reasons he liked to swim after everyone else had left was because he was mortally afraid of swimming into someone else's lane or worse yet their bodies, and that everyone would laugh at him. He couldn't swim with his glasses on, and he couldn't wear contacts. He had tried, but they had irritated his eyes so much that he had gotten an infection. He had also tried traditional swim goggles, but they tended to fog up so quickly as to be almost useless. He blamed the shape of his nose. He was eligible for laser surgery, but his parents wouldn't dip into their vacation fund to help him out, and he couldn't afford it on his own. They would pay for his brother's apartment, but wouldn't help their "other" son see. Due to his insecurity caused by not measuring up to his brother and the fact that he had to wear glasses as thick as the lenses on the Hubble Space Telescope, he hadn't had much luck with the ladies. And he was feeling increasingly lonely. Sometimes he would come here towards the end of the day or he would go the mall, and he would watch people who were obviously couples. He wondered what it would be like to be one of them. Sometimes he would masturbate when he got back to his dorm, dreaming about being involved with one of those beautiful women. Just the other day, he had been at a McDonalds watching a couple of young lesbians out on a date. One had been all giggles and blonde pigtails, the other was a redhead with a mohawk, a killer body, and tight leather pants. He had used up many tissues fantasizing about being with either (or both) of those girls. He took off his thick glasses and climbed down into the water. He did laps for about half an hour, but called his practice off early when he heard thunder outside. He wasn't worried about getting struck by lightning inside, but he wanted to get back to his dorm before the rain hit. He was trying to find his way back to his towel and glasses when the lights went out. "Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!" He managed to find his way back up to the bleachers in the dark. Then he heard a ‘crack' noise, and felt something underneath his foot. Sigh. He plopped down on the bleacher and picked his now broken glasses off the floor. Luckily, it just felt like the frame had broken, but the lenses seemed to be intact. He had a spare set by at his room, if he could manage to get back there. He gathered up his belongings and moved slowly towards the hall that led to the lockers. He was feeling his way along by keeping one hand on the wall when he heard voices coming from the women's locker room. "Hello?" "Hey! Hey, who's there?" "My name's Wes. Who all is in there?" "My name is Susan and my friend here . . . somewhere around here . . . is Tracy. We were late getting out ‘cause we were planning the swim team's travel arrangements when the fuckin' lights went out." Susan and Tracy? Wes remembered two girls by those names from watching the team compete. Susan was a hot blonde with full, pouty lips and an ass you could crack eggs on, and Tracy was a gorgeous brunette who ran into problems on speed trials because of the drag caused by her enormous chest. Definitely fantasy material. A different voice came from out of the locker room. "I actually got out to the hall but the doors are chained shut. Who the hell chains doors shut like that?" "Unfortunately, there were a lot of break around campus, so our crack campus government thought someone might come in and try and steal all our water." Wes thought some levity might ease the girls, who both had an edge of panic in their voices. It seemed to work, as he heard the two girls giggling. "I work at the activity center, so I've got keys. We can get out the door next to the main office, but I've got to find my locker first. In the dark." He paused and thought about his predicament. One of the girls echoed his thoughts. "This is really going to take a while, isn't it?" He thought that was Tracy. "I'll hurry as fast as I can." "Thanks. Don't worry. We aren't going anywhere." Luckily, the men's locker room was directly at the end of the hall. He got in, then started trying to find his locker. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember exactly where it was. He thought it was in one of the middle rows, but he couldn't be sure which row. He was working his way down when he heard a voice from the door. "Hey. Any luck?" It sounded like Susan. "This could take a while." "Want some help?" ‘I'd like more than help,' he thought to himself. He had been thinking about the two girls for a few minutes, and was supporting a major stiffy. All eight inches of his dick were straining against the material of his speedos. "Nah. I just have a . . . few hundred more." "Don't be silly. If everyone else has gone home, yours should be the only locker with a lock on it. I'll help you look. Where are you? Marco!" "Polo!" he shouted back without thinking about it. "Wait, you're supposed to be in the water for that game." "What's the other one? The one where you just wander around in the dark and try and find people?" Her voice sounded a little closer. "I can't remember." He had worked his way all the way down one row. He was sure his locker was on top, so he had been checking the upper deck. He moved down and reached forward. Apparently, he was now past the end of that row, but his hands encountered something warm and round. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry," he said after accidentally grabbing Susan's chest. He heard her laughing. "That's o.k. I should have warned you I was here. Anyway, I'll go check the other end, and we'll meet in the middle." "Sounds good." Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, things don't always go as planned. She moved forward, with her hands stretched out to avoid bumping into anything. Well, Wes hadn't moved quickly enough, so one of her hands came to rest on his chest, while another grabbed his rigid dick. "Oh . . .my!" "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sure I could be more embarrassed, but I'm not sure how." But he noticed she hadn't moved her hand. "Don't be sorry. Hey, have we met? I think I'd remember this body," she said while running her hand down his chest and abs, "and this dick," she continued, fondling his member through his suit. "I . . . I usually don't swim until everyone leaves. I can't see without my glasses so . . ." "You're that guy? Man, a bunch of girls were wondering who you were. You have a great body! You just seem so shy . . ." She reached her fingers downward and slid her hand down his shaft, cupping his testicles. "As I was saying, I can't see without those dorky glasses . . ." "Well, the glasses ARE kind of dorky, but people really don't care. You're kind of a hunk. And right now, you see just as well as I do." She had a point. And her hand on his privates was a wonderful feeling. "Listen, I don't mean to be crude, but I would be very happy if you kept that up." "Don't worry. I didn't want to stop. Hell, I've got a better idea." He felt her grip shift slightly. "Since you were looking up top," she said as he felt his trunks sliding down his legs and his dick sprang forward, "I'll check the bottom." She was stroking his meat with both hands, and he felt a moistness engulf the head. ‘Oh damn' he thought to himself. ‘This can't be happening.' But it was. She was sliding more and more into her mouth with every stroke. She made sure to cradle his balls periodically as well. She let the head out of her mouth for a moment. "Oh, they're so fucking heavy. Has it been a while?" "Actually, yes. Once in high school." Silence for a moment. "You're kidding, right? You've got that body, that face, and this cock, and that's it? We have a lot of time to make up for." With that, she went back to sucking him. The experience was incredible. She would lick the tender underside of his dick as she let it partially withdraw from her mouth. Apparently, she had her tongue pierced, because he felt a small ball of metal drag along the skin. He had to admit he didn't exactly hate that feeling. She was caressing his balls almost constantly now. She was able to fit a great deal of his cock in her mouth by that point. She would pump whatever of his dick that wasn't in her mouth with her other hand. "I have got to get this inside me." "No objections, but . . ." "I'm on the pill." "Had to ask." He reached back behind him to find the benches that line the middle of each row. He found one, and started to slowly back towards it. She never even let his cock out of her mouth until he was completely seated. "Lay down." He did as she asked. He heard the sound of elastic being stretched and released, and he surmised she was removing her own suit. This was confirmed as he felt her hand fumble for his member and after finding it, direct it towards the opening of her pussy. He felt himself slide into her, and savored the moment. She waited for just a moment, letting herself be completely filled up by him. Then she was bouncing up and down. She went slowly at first. He reached forward and felt where they were joined. He rubbed her swollen mound as encircled his rod. This met with a moan of approval, so he used his other hand to massage her clit. Just then, he heard another voice. "Hey, what's taking you guys?" It was Tracy. Man, how were they going to . .? "Over here. Remember that guy with the glasses you pointed out last week? That's Wes! And he's got a huge fucking cock!" Wes was a bit stunned. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting. "Damn. You're fucking him aren't you?" "Yep. Make your way past the first row, and feel for the bench in front of you. Don't worry, there is plenty of him for both of us." Wes didn't know if he was dreaming or not, but his dick didn't much care. Susan was bouncing up and down harder, with her greedy box clamping down on the invader. He reached up and grasped her breasts. They weren't large, but the filled out his hands nicely and were incredibly soft and warm. He played a bit with her nipples while she reached behind her and fondled his balls again after sinking all the way down again. Suddenly, he felt the bench jolt a bit as someone else sat down on it. "Alright, move your ass," Tracy said. "I'm already doing that," was Susan's retort. But she very slowly stood up, letting Wes's dick slide out of her. She moved a bit forward so that her friend could examine their new toy. Wes grabbed her hips and kept pulling her forward. Soon, he felt her moist pussy lips bump into his face. "Just start licking," she said. Wes had tried performing oral sex in his single previous encounter, but had felt clumsy. He had actually subsequently rented a Nina Hartley Guide to Oral Sex video, and he was anxious to try what he had learned. He licked every square centimeter of Susan's box, eliciting a number of low moans. Meanwhile, Tracy had encircled his rigid cock with her hands and was stroking it gently. "You were right," she said. "This is a monster." He felt the now familiar sensation of lips around his dick. She didn't try to take as much of it in her throat as Susan did. Rather, she would take about three inches in, the twist her head in one direct and her hands in the other on the outstroke. It felt awfully fucking good. Susan was riding his face like she was at a rodeo. She was grinding hard against his tongue, and he was eating as fast as he could. He stuck his tongue in the slit and just licked in long, slow stroked from bottom to top and back again. He reached underneath her with one hand and stuck a finger in her greedy sex, and then he inserted another. More moans from her. He was having fun. He felt Tracy's lips moved away from his member, then heard the sound of clothing being removed. When she returned, he felt a slightly different sensation. His entire shaft was enveloped by warm skin, but not as wet as a mouth or a pussy. She had wrapped her sizeable tits around his throbbing hard-on. It was unlike anything he had ever imagined. She started rubbing her knockers up and down his shaft, occasionally licking the head of his dick as it emerged from hiding. He started humping her tits a little, or at least as much as he could. They were so warm and so soft that he almost shot his load after just a minute. But Tracy had other plans. She squeezed the base of his cock when she felt the pressure building. "Not yet. I need to take you for a ride first." With that, she climbed on board his cock, and started rocking back and forth. Wes found himself with a girl on his face and one on his dick. He was right where he had fantasized being so many times. And Susan was moaning audibly now. Without warning, he felt her body begin to shake and felt warm, sweet fluid flowing down his tongue and fingers onto his face. "Oh yeah . . .oh fuck . . .oh fuck." She was gasping for breath by the time her orgasm was over. She slid forward and he sensed her turning around before sitting on the bench above his head. He felt her hands on his face and then her lips against his. "You did good. You did real good." "Glad to be of some service." "Your services," piped in Tracy, "are still required. He broke his kiss with Susan so he could lean forward and grasp Tracy's tits. While Susan's had been about hand-sized, Tracy's breasts overflowed his hands. Tracy groaned. "Found her tits, didn't you?" whispered Susan conspiratorially. "Twist her nipples a little. Trust me." "Susan! Don't give away secrets so . . . Oh fuck yeah!" Wes had taken Susan's advice, and had quickly quelled any resistance. For her part, Susan had scooted forward again so her moist box was right behind Wes's head, and was feeling his muscular chest. "Hmm. I like ‘em smooth," she said, then began playing with his nipples like he was playing with Tracy's. He had to admit it was kind of a turn on. Meanwhile, he felt the pressure building again. "I think I'm close," he told Tracy. Tracy's voice came back, "Me too." She was riding him like a wild woman, intent on cumming at the same time he did. It wasn't long before her vice-like pussy clamped down on his dick with no intention of relinquishing its hold. Her body was shaking a bit as pleasure ripped through her body. The added pressure was too much for Wes, and he shot his load deep inside her body. He didn't think he had that much of the sticky stuff in his entire body, but apparently he did. And her warm depths gobbled up every drop. She fell forward onto him, rubbing her tits on his chest and pinning Susan's hands there. She kissed him once, then said "Man. You taste like Susan." The three of them laughed at that. After a few minutes, they all got dressed again and restarted the search for his locker. Before they had gotten far, the lights came back on again. Wes saw their shapes, but couldn't make out any details. "Damn, he is handsome!" he heard Tracy say. "Wes, you need to be a little more assertive. You could have any girl you wanted with a physique like that." He felt himself blushing. "You think so?" "I know so. Hey, where are your glasses?" "I broke them." "Need any help getting home?" "I should be o.k. I just live in the dorms." "C'mon. It sounds like it is still raining outside. Let us help." "Well, I guess so." They located his locker, then headed out the door next to the office. They took Susan's car. It was still raining fairly heavily, so rather than dropping him off, the two girls insisted on escorting him up to his room. Just to make sure he got there alright, of course. His roommate had already taken off for the summer, so the space the university saw fit to label an "apartment" was all his for a few more days. "Well," he said as he finally got the door opening after fumbling with his keys in the rain, "here we are." He turned to face the two somewhat blurry forms. "Thanks SO much! For the ride and . . . and for the ride!" The two girls giggled. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say now, but . . ." The blurs moved, pushing him backward until he unceremoniously fell back onto one of the beds. "Don't thank us yet. We are NOT done with you by a long shot." That particular blur had blonde hair, so it had to be Susan. He started fumbling around for his spare set of glasses, when Tracy (he was pretty sure it was Tracy) turned and flipped the light switch back off. "There. Now we're all even again" came her voice from the darkness. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do. He heard wet clothes hitting the floor, and then felt hands tugging on his shorts and shirt. He allowed himself to be undressed, which was accomplished quickly. His dick was already becoming rigid again. He had a feeling he was going to be able to keep it up a little longer this time. He also had a feeling he was going to need to. He felt two sets of hands groping around until latching securely onto his member. His ass was barely on the edge of the bed, and they seemed to be kneeling on the floor in front of him. They took turns stroking him for a minute until he felt a set of lips engulf the head. One girl seemed to be stroking his dick with both hands while the other gave him head! "Damn," said Tracy. "You're dick is so hard and hot!" So she must be the one jacking him off while Susan was doing the sucking. "You know, I've got an idea." She let go of his shaft with her hands, letting Susan take more of its length into her mouth. Wes felt his legs being pushed apart a little, then the feeling of a tongue on his balls. Oh this was good! He liked that! She was licking his heavy balls, and sometimes sucked one then the other into her mouth. Now both his testicles and dick were engulfed in hot young coeds' mouths. He could learn to live with this! Blind Man's Bluff Ch. 01 "Trade ya," said Susan, and the two girls switched jobs. Now with the blonde girl at his balls and the brunette at the crown, Wes was in full-blown ecstasy. At one point, Susan had managed to fit both of Wes's heavy sacs into her hot mouth, and Tracy had sunk half of his dick into her throat. Wes had never even imagined sensations like that, and he had a pretty good imagination. After a few more minutes of them trading off, he heard some conspiratorial whispering. Then he felt his balls being sucked into different mouths. For a moment, his cock was sway back and forth in the cool air like a perverted windshield wiper. Then both girls reached up and wrapped one of their hands around his dick. They actually managed to pump his shaft in a pretty good unison. Wes wanted to fuck their combined grip, but didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize their lip lock on the family jewels. "Move out of the way. I got the feeling he kind of enjoyed this earlier." That was Tracy's voice. The suction on his balls had vanished, but he felt the warm mound of Tracy's tits engulf his shaft for the second time that evening. Wes felt almost obligated to hump those glorious melons. Tracy was practically cooing like a dove as all eight inches of his manhood traveled up and down that fleshy valley. And if that wasn't enough, Susan maneuvered herself so she could catch the head in her mouth. His dick was long enough that the head never completely disappeared into Tracy's cleavage, and Susan kept her mouth glued in place on every stroke. "Well, I enough foreplay. I wanna ride that thing," said Susan. Tracy backed off, and Susan straddled his waist. She reached between her legs, fumbling for his dick and when she founded it, she guided the entire length of it into the depths of her warmth. "Oh yeah," she said dreamily. "That's what I want." She started to rock back and forth gently, savoring the feeling of being filled. Wes savored the feeling of filling her. Wes ran his hands up her toned body until he reached her breasts, which he fondled and played with like a kitten with two balls of string. She leaned forward until her body was flat against his, rubbing her small firm tits into his chest. He nibbled on her ear and sucked on her neck, and she returned the favor. Then he felt his balls being taken into Tracy's mouth again while Susan rode him. It was a tossup as to whether Susan's pussy or Tracy's mouth had a better grip on his privates. He determined that question would need further research. "My turn," said Tracy, and the girls switched positions. With Tracy on top, he sucked on those tits that brought so much pleasure with great enthusiasm. He groped them, sucked them, licked them, took the nipples lightly in his teeth, and generally enjoyed them. Apparently whatever it was he was doing worked, as Tracy's box locked down and he sensed her body quivering and jerking in the darkness. He felt the warm gush of fluid flow down his shaft and onto his balls. Susan didn't seem to mind the additional flavoring, and kept sucking away until Tracy dismounted him, and Susan rose up to take her place. Tracy lay next to Wes on the bed, with her fleshy melons pushed up against his face. He turned his head so he could continue his oral attentions on them, and Susan began riding his cock like she was in a rodeo. Both girls were rubbing their hands over his chest and abs, and he was sucking on Tracy's tits while rubbing Susan's mound. He stopped sucking on Tracy's melons for a moment so he could partially sit up and nibble on Susan's. He was tracing a nipple with his tongue when he felt Tracy's head next to his, apparently sucking on Tracy's other breast. "Oh, Tracy!" "You don't mind do you? I've always wondered what men's fascination with breasts was." Wes heard a sucking sound followed by a ‘pop' noise. "Now I'm beginning to get it. These things are yummy!" "Mind? Tracy, you're mouth is as talented as our little Wes's here! You both have exactly forever before you have to stop. Oh! Or maybe you'd better hurry up, because . . . Oh! Because I'm gonna . . . Unh unh unh!" Those grunts signaled the onset of another orgasm for the blonde girl. By the time she was done, she had was trembling as the waves of pleasure ebbed. She clambered off of him and knelt before him. "And don't think I've forgotten about you." She took his shaft in her mouth, which was still covered with her own juices, and started sucking again. She sucked with a definite purpose. Her orgasm had brought Wes close to the edge, and her enthusiastic lips pushed him over the edge. "Here it comes, if you were planning on . . ." Susan's lips remained locked on the head of his cock as wave of cum gushed into her mouth. She was stroking his dick with both hands, pumping as much of his stuff into her mouth as she could. After he was spent, he felt her mouth vanish from his cock, taking his sticky load with them. He then distinctly heard the sound of swallowing. "Finally," she said. "Something that I can safely say, without fear of contradiction, that does NOT taste like chicken!" The other two just moaned at her bad joke. They were too exhausted to laugh. The three of them crammed together onto a bed barely big enough for one person, and began making pillow talk. The two girls were both leaving for home for a month before returning for the second summer session and more swim team related stuff. Susan suggested that while the three should definitely remain friends, and should definitely remain fuck-buddies as well, that they all should live a little. The other two agreed, knowing that this didn't mean the end of anything. It was just a beginning. The next morning, the three of them showered together, and Wes was treated to another tit-fuck-and-blow-job courtesy of the two girls. As they were getting dressed with smiles on their faces, Wes heard his neighbor yakking away with one of his friends out on the walkway. His neighbor was a jackass who was always talking about his own sexual prowess and putting down the girls who had turned him down. The guy was always looking down at Wes as a whiney loser who couldn't get a date. Whiney loser, thought Wes. I'll show him. He told Susan and Tracy about this guy and made a proposition, which they both accepted with devilish grins on their faces. Wes went out onto the balcony wearing nothing but his bathrobe. His neighbor, a twit named Bob, saw him and commented, "So another long night alo…" The ‘alone' trailed off as Susan emerged from the door behind Wes. Her eyes were wide open like a love-struck fool. "That was fuckin' incredible," she whispered just audibly enough to be heard by Bob. "Can we do that again when I get back?" she continued, putting a bit of desperation in her voice. She reached down and slid her hand under his robe, tugging gently on his still semi-engorged member, and kissed him on the neck. Bob was in a state of something definitely resembling shock. His jaw was open, and he would probably have to pick his tongue off the floor with a spatula. And it wasn't going to get any easier for him. Because just then, Tracy came out. Tracy had intentionally made her hair look unkempt, and she was wearing nothing but her swimsuit (which clung to her mammoth tits like a second skin) and a towel wrapped around her waist. "Me too?" she asked with an empty-headed, vapid voice. Oh, she was really playing this up. Her hand reached into his robe and took Susan's place. He pulled the swimsuit out a little (not enough to give Bob a peak) and gave one of those glorious globes a farewell fondle. She giggled like a schoolgirl. It was perfect! "Sure," Wes said, oh so casually. "And yes," he continued, "it's o.k. if you want to bring another friend next time." He reached out and grabbed Susan's ass. "This one was incredible." "And I know someone too," piped in Susan with glee. "We are going to have so (she paused to kiss his neck), so . . . (she paused again to squeeze his dick through his robe) . . . much fun." With that, the two girls practically bounced down the stairs and across the rain-soaked parking lot to the car. Wes was wearing his spare glasses for one specific reason. To see the look on Bob's face. It was beyond priceless. Bob was just standing there, practically drooling over the two girls Wes had just fucked and that Bob wouldn't even stand a chance with. Wes just smiled, waved, and went back inside. "Yes," he said with great relish. He picked up the phone to call his brother. This was just too much fun not to share. ----------- ----------------- To be continued . . . Blind Man's Bluff Ch. 02 Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. This story is, as the name implies, the second part of an earlier story. Please reference that story for descriptions. * * * * * Wes hung up the phone in an eerie silence. After having a wild, passionate night of sex with two young ladies, he had called his older brother Vic to tell him all about it. After a long conversation, his brother had told him that he was involved . . . with another guy. That had pretty much set Wes back on his heels. His whole life, he had tried to live up to his brother's legend. He had always been one year behind, and he had finally given up. Now, the guy who had been seen as a god by his parents and everyone he had gone to school with had just dropped a bombshell; he was bisexual, and was involved (apparently romantically) with another male. And strangely, the thing Wes felt the most was relieved. If his brother wasn't everything his parents had ever wanted, then Wes didn't have to be either. Vic wanted to make sure Wes was o.k. with it before Wes got on a plane to come visit him. Wes was a little weirded out, but hey; Vic was still his brother. He was still going to go visit him, and he didn't anticipating their relationship changing that much. But Wes was SO looking forward to his parent's finding out. It would serve them right to have a little shock to their system. But the conversation did have an effect, just not the one he might have expected. When his brother talked about his "friend," he sounded happy. Vic had never sounded that happy before. Wes realized what it must have been like to hide his true nature under the façade his parents and community had created for him. Having that façade lifted and finding someone he seemed to care about had done wonders for his brother. Wes wondered if he would find someone like that. His brother had suggested enjoying life, and it sounded like Wes was off to a good start. People aren't looking to find someone even more miserable than themselves to spend their lives with. Wes had gotten a laugh out of that. The two confirmed travel plans, and Wes had hung up the phone. A few days passed, and the day his plane was leaving was approaching. Wes had been deep in thought, trying to figure out exactly what he really wanted. The sex with those two swimmers had been great, and could potentially reoccur. But he wanted to be as happy as his brother had sounded. Did he need to start looking for a soulmate, or should he just play it by ear? These were the types of thoughts that were floating around his head as he headed to the university library. He had gotten his class list for the following fall semester, and figured he would check out one of the assigned readings for the trip. Luckily, his university allowed that even over the summer for students who were of a certain status and had already enrolled in the fall. But like many first year students, he hadn't spent nearly as much time in the library as he probably should have. He was completely unable to use the library's antiquated database. He was completely lost. He went to the information desk. There was a man there talking with the reference librarian. He had an air of pompousness about him. A three-piece suit (even though it was after hours during the summer), wide tie, small circular glasses, and slicked back hair completed his image. He looked like an accountant. The librarian was a lean woman, but not thin-looking in the breakable sense. She had thick-rimmed glasses, and a nice-looking blouse that completely covered her medium sized chest. The rest of her body was obscured by the counter. Wes would put her age in the early thirties. But she had a delicate beauty about her. She wore no make-up, which was a shame because Wes thought she had some wonderful features that could be brought out, including high cheekbones and full lips. Her eyes, even behind those glasses slightly obscured them, seemed wide and beautiful. As he weighted for the man at the counter to conclude his business, Wes imagined what the woman would look like without her glasses and with her hair released from the severe bun she kept it in. He imagined she would be quite striking. The man at the counter seemed to be finishing up, he leaned forward and kissed her very properly on the cheek. For her part, the woman just stared blankly off to the side. They exchanged cordial goodbyes, and the man wandered off. As Wes approached the counter, she seemed to be fiddling with her wedding ring. "Hello," he said, and she reacted as she had been awoken from a daydream. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. Can I help you?" "Yeah. Sorry, but this is so embarrassing. I can't find a book." "There are some right over there," she said with a bit of a smirk. "Hah (pause) hah. I walked into that, didn't I?" "Just a bit," she said with a laugh. She was prettier when she laughed. "Seriously, what's the book?" "'Introductory Biology,' by Smith and Greenwell." She checked her terminal. "One copy. Third floor. You just go up and . . . You know, it would be easier just to show you." She looked around to verify that no one else was waiting for service. The library was pretty much deserted. She headed towards the stairwell, apologizing that the elevators were shut down for maintenance reasons. They chatted amiably about the weather, what classes he was taking, and if he had plans for the summer. Wes didn't mind the idle chit-chat. She had a long skirt on, which clung to her hips and legs. She actually had a very nice ass, and her calves seemed strong and toned. He watched her butt move all the way up to the third floor, wishing that the book was a little further up the stairs. They made their way along the narrow stacks of books until they came to book's assigned location. She seemed confused as she scanned the shelves. "It should be right here! Those twits who do the reshelving had better not have . . . Damn. I think it is still waiting to be put back. The problem with using students to do these things is that they are usually really anxious to leave for the summer, and don't always get their jobs done first." She shifted direction, squeezing by him in the narrow aisle. Her midsection brushed closely against his, and he found himself getting a little hard. He hoped she hadn't noticed. She led him to a room in one corner of that floor of the library. There were piles of books all over the place. "If you like," she said dejectedly, "I could look for it and leave it for you at the desk for the morning." "No, that's alright. I'll help you look." The two maneuvered around the small room, bumping into each other several times. Wes could swear that at times he had caught her looking at him from the corner of her eye, but he convinced himself he was imagining it. At one point, she was looking at a high stack of books, and she stood on small stool to get a better look. Luckily, Wes saw her waiver before she actually lost her balance. He went over and braced her. He noticed, a little late, that he had done so by placing one hand directly on her ass. He was embarrassed and quickly removed it. Unfortunately, she had shifted her weight a bit when he caught her, and now she was completely off balance. He was forced to catch her. His member was more than a little aroused already, and her leg was rubbing against it as she collected herself. "Thanks," she said blushing furiously. He was also blushing. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't watching . . ." "Well apparently you were. You caught me." She was still blushing as she turned away, apparently looking for the biology book on the tips of her toes. "Are you o.k?" Wes asked. "Yeah. I just . . . I saw you looking at me earlier." "I didn't mean to stare. It's just . . ." "It's just," she interrupted, "that no one has looked at me like that in a long time." There was a period of silence. "I shouldn't have said anything." Wes wasn't going to let it go at that. "I'm surprised. I saw your husband here earlier. I can't imagine anyone NOT looking at you like that." He didn't see her face, but he heard her sobbing. He moved and put a hand on her shoulder. She reached up as if to remove it, but just let her hand rest there instead. She turned around. Her eyes were mildly red from her brief crying fit. Wes looked at her, then gently removed her glasses. She looked confused, until he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She leaned her head and kissed his hand. "I'm not sure how to ask this . . .," she paused, " but would you hold me." Wes wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. He had a major hard-on by that point, but didn't much care. She just held her body next to his. She let her hand slide between them and rubbed the back of it against his member. "It's so big," she mumbled. In response, he reached around and grabbed her wonderful ass. "So tight," he whispered in her ear. She began kissing his neck, and the kissed became more heated. He grabbed her ass tighter and pulled her up and forward, and she actually lifted one of her legs up and wrapped it around him. "I'm not sure I should do this." "My question is, do you WANT to do this?" She thought about it for a moment. She pulled away from him, and he thought for a moment she was backing out. But she reached behind her and undid her hair, letting it fall below her shoulders. Wes went to the door and closed it. He turned around and took his shirt off. He then shirked his pants and underwear, and put his clothes on a stack of books. She had been doing likewise. She was actually in pretty good shape. Her undergarments were very conservative, and removing them in front of him was making her nervous. He flipped the light switch to off. "You don't have to . . ." "It's o.k. Trust me." He put his glasses on the stack of books and moved towards her. He was careful, as tripping and falling would probably disrupt the mood. He heard her as she finished getting undressed, which gave him a cue as to which direction to head. Finally he bumped into her by grabbing one of her breasts. It was warm, with a large nipple. He used his other hand to find its partner, and he was soon was massaging her very soft, if not overly large, tits. "You really shouldn't hide these. You have a wonderful body." "You think so?" she said shyly. He suddenly felt hands wrap around his eight inch shaft. "Oh my God," she muttered. "It's huge!" She grasped it like it was fine china and she was afraid of breaking it. She stroked it fairly gently with both hands. Then she cupped his balls while continued to fondle his manhood. Her hands were so soft and so gentle, that he was afraid he might shoot his load a little too soon. Particularly when she started tugging on him like she was expecting change. "Oh, hold on girl," he said. "You don't want this to end so soon, do you?" "No, I want it though." "And you'll have it. But first . . ." He got down on his knees and pulled her towards him. Her mound was lightly furred, but he hadn't expected her to be shaved. He pushed her lips apart and lightly blew his hot breath into her opening. Her whole body shivered in his hands. He grabbed her ass strongly to hold her in place, and he started to lick. He wasn't sure if she had ever been eaten out before, but he was determined to make this time special. He licked up and down, then stuck his tongue in and made wide swirling motions with it. He rubbed her mound and her clit, and stuck one finger inside her. And he repeated this over and over again. She actually had grabbed handfuls of his hair, forcing his face to remained buried in her crotch. She was moaning like a woman possessed, and he was thankful the library was mostly empty. She had a particularly sweet aroma when aroused, like something inside her was waking up. While licking, he stuck the thumb from his right hand in her pussy, then quickly sunk one of his fingers into her ass. She jolted suddenly, and he moved to conduct damage control. "Don't worry. Trust me, it'll feel good." He sensed her uncertainty, but she didn't object, and he felt her sphincter relax. He started twisting his hand back and forth like he was going to toss a bowling ball, and her moaning got louder. This new stimulation, along with the generous application of his tongue, took her over the edge. When the orgasm hit her, she almost sounded surprised, sort of like the noise people sometimes make when they see a friend they hadn't seen in quite some time. Wes imagined her eyes were wide open right now. She actually had to lean against a table as pleasure wracked through her body, and she knocked over a stack of books in the process. She was panting and making a lot of "hunh" noises, the last of which went on for several seconds. Wes never released his grip, and he felt her cum seep onto his face. "See? I told you'd enjoy it." "I . . . I want more. I want it inside me." She grabbed him by the ears and pulled him to his feet. He lifted her up and put her on the table where the books had been. With very little fanfare, he sunk into her needy pussy. "Oh! Oh God! You're splitting me in half! Don't stop! Just fuck me!" Wes heard her flailing her arms out and knocking more books off the table. And Wes went to work as if he were a machine. Wes started a tempo that was hard and fast. He felt his waist being encircled by her legs. He leaned in, located her breasts, and started to maul them with his hands and his lips. But while he enjoyed her mammary assets, his primary goal was clear. He was going to fuck this woman's brains out. And she wasn't going to settle for anything less. She had his waist encircled with her legs, and her arms were wrapped around his chest. Her fingernails were digging into his back, and he knew he was going to have some interesting scars in the morning. Since he really wanted to take it to her, he stood up with her still attached to him. She was being held up by her legs and his dick. He began bouncing her up and down on his shaft. And if her grip wasn't solid enough, she latched her lips onto his neck with enough suction to make a leech jealous, and he felt the hickey beginning to form already. He had enough presence of mind to keep one hand on her ass for support, so he reached all the way around with the other one and proceeded to once again stick a finger up her ass. There was no resistance at all this time. Just more moaning and more suction on his neck. And soon there was more cum as she let loose for a second time. Wes was glad he had a firm grip, because when her body stopped trembling and the cum stopped flowing, her entire body went limp. He lowered her back onto the table and gave her a chance to catch her breath. He hadn't pulled out of her yet, because her pussy was just too warm and inviting. "I'm . . . I'm not done. Let me do something nice for you." She pushed him away gently. He was regretful at the feeling of his cock sliding out of her, but it wasn't unattended for long. He heard her slide of the table, and it seemed she was kneeling in front of him. "I haven't done this before, so I hope I do o.k." "Don't worry. I'm not far away anyway. Just take the tip and may be the first few inches. Cup the part that's in your mouth with your tongue. Ooh, that's it." She was quick to please. "Now stroke the bottom of the shaft with one hand, and fondle my sac with the other." Immediately, he felt her nervous hand wrapped around the root of his cock, and his testicles were also embraced. Her stroking increased in tempo and strength, but her handling of his genitals remained gentle and tender. She knew enough to keep her teeth away from his skin. And the fact that she wasn't making the mistake of trying to take too much at once made it actually a very pleasurable experience. Her simple desire to please made this just as enjoyable as the blowjobs from either of the two swimmers individually (though together, they had blown his dick AND his mind). It turns out he wasn't kidding either. He had been awfully close, and finally he blew his load. Luckily, the only part of his cock in her mouth was the head, and it spit his stuff all over her mouth. She wasn't able to keep it all in, and he heard her coughing a bit as she gagged and spit some of it back out. But she had apparently kept a good amount of it in her mouth, because he heard the sound of swallowing. "That was fuckin' incredible," he told her with complete honesty. "I did o.k.?" she said. It sounded strange. She was at least a decade his senior, but she sounded like a little girl. "You did better than o.k." "Oh shit! How long have we been up here?" "Almost an hour, I think." He went over to the wall and flipped back on the light switch. He found his glasses and looked over at the woman. Her hair was a mess, she had stripes of cum at the corners of her mouth, her body was covered in sweat, and she had a slightly glazed look in her eye. She had also put her glasses back on. "Damn, that thing was awesome," she said huskily, staring at his shrinking member. "Why thanks. You're looking pretty awesome yourself." She had reached for her clothes. "Hey, do me a favor." She looked up, slightly longingly. "Don't put your panties on. Go without." She looked hesitant. "You are fucking sexy. Every now and then, you need to remind yourself of that. If you don't wear them, I guarantee you'll feel sexier, and people will notice." She just smiled and tossed her underwear to him. She put on her blouse, lovingly licking the remnants of his spunk from her lips. She pulled her skirt up, wiggling her hips to get into it. "By the way," he continued, "I didn't even get your name." "You're right. How very ungentlemanly of you!" she said with a smile. "But its Joan. Joan Cunningham." "Cunningham?" "Yes. My husband is Thomas Cunningham." "Tho . . . Thomas Cunningham? Not 'President of the University' Thomas Cunningham?" "The same. I'm surprised you didn't recognize him. There's a big picture of him next to the registrar's office." "I am SO dead!" She strode over to him, with a very sexy sway in her hips. "No, you're not. He won't find out. And if he ever does, I'll make sure he doesn't do anything to you." She kissed him on the neck where the hickey was going to form. "Thank you. I don't think I even knew how much I needed that." "Can I make a suggestion? Without offending?" "Sure." "I'm serious. You could be so sexy when you want to be. Do you still love your husband?" She thought, and gave him a faint nod. "He just doesn't seem to see me anymore." "Make him. Go home some night, push him onto the bed, and fuck the living hell out of him. But not tonight. You look pretty well fucked right now." "That's because I am. But you're right. And thanks again. Hmm. That's funny." She reached down and picked up the book she had been sitting on. "Here's what we were looking for." "I'll treasure it always." They smiled at each other, then one at a time left the room. She was back at her counter, which was still abandoned. He checked the book out and headed for his room. He spent the next several days in fear that the university police were going to come busting into his room and gun him down, but that never happened. Apparently Joan had either kept her husband from finding out or had made him an offer he couldn't refuse. The day finally came for him to go visit his brother. He got to the airport several hours in advance, but only barely. His car was sputtering a bit for the last mile. He would have to take care of that when he got back. He was unfortunately catching a redeye flight, as it had been the only thing in his price range. His brother had helped out, so he didn't have to do the multiple-connection fiasco just because it was cheaper. And he got to keep the same seat on the same plane for the whole trip. Blind Man's Bluff Ch. 02 He only had two small bags, so he took everything as carry-on. The only things not in his bags were his wallet, a reading light, and his biology book. He was hoping to sleep most of the way, but he wanted something to read just in case. The first leg of the trip at least was reasonably packed. He hoped he didn't get stuck next to a "larger" person with an unpleasant smell. That had happened the last time he took the bus somewhere, and he wasn't looking forward to that. "Excuse me," came a pleasant voice. Wes looked up and saw a vision of heaven leaning over, giving him a generous view of a great rack. "I think I'm in the window seat." "Sorry." He tucked his legs in while the young woman moved across. Suddenly, Wes hoped there was no one assigned to the middle seat. This woman was simply stunning. Medium-length brown hair fell lazily around her face, but didn't obscure her large, dark eyes. A man could get lost in those eyes. She had reasonably high cheekbones, ruby-red lips, and flawless skin. She had a delicate, smooth tan on her face, arms and legs, and he was willing to bet she had no tan lines anywhere. Her semi-formal jacket was strained at the seams in a vain attempt to contain a truly gorgeous chest. Her ample cleavage (also tanned) was tastefully displayed through the opening. She wore a short skirt revealing toned and lightly muscled legs. She had the physical dimensions of a magazine centerfold. And she even smelled nice. She sat down and quickly closed the window shade; her hands shaking a bit. "Not a big fan of flying," Wes asked. "You could say that," she returned nervously. "I'm okay when in the air, but takeoffs and landings are bitches." Wes wondered if he could do anything to help ease her anxiety. He looked her over for clues as to her interests. She had her purse with her, and hanging out of the pocket was part of a key chain with a picture of a little girl on it. "Who's the girl?" he asked. She glanced down at her purse and a happy glow overtook her. "That's my daughter, Samantha. She is so adorable!" She had the look of joy good mothers always had when they talked about their children. "Your daughter?" he said, a little louder than expected. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. But she looks three or four, and you . . ." "I'm twenty-one. Had her when I was seventeen." "I didn't mean to pry, but that's pretty young. Is your husband looking after her?" She rolled her eyes a bit, and waved her fingers in the air. No wedding ring. Wes felt embarrassed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stick my foot in my mouth quite so quickly." "You never do." Luckily, she was still smiling, so he hadn't completely ticked her off. "No, her FATHER has her this week, so I'm going to go visit my sister for a few days. She's old enough now that we're trying to explain to her what happened." With that, the woman shut down, staring at the seat in front of her. "I didn't mean to pry." Wes got the impression she wasn't going to talk about anything else if he didn't earn her trust. "I get it though. Things don't always go as planned. I'm on my way to visit my brother, the proverbial apple of my parents' eyes, who is apparently gay, and then I'm coming home to a situation that could spell my academic doom." He was a little shocked that he had come out and said all that, but for some reason, he really wanted to talk to this woman. And her curiosity was obviously piqued. He found himself telling her about his brother and the phone call he had received, and then he told her about his fling with the president of the university's wife. Wes was convinced that this would anger the other passenger, but it turned out not to be the case. "She sounded lonely," the woman said with an absent look in her eye. "She was," he returned. "But I think she's going to be all right." "Yeah. People can do strange things when they're like that. Like getting pregnant at sixteen by a man in his thirties." She seemed to be opening up a bit. She told him about meeting this guy while she was still in high school. Like a lot of young girls, she lied about her age so he would 'take her seriously.' Well, he did that and more. He was her first, and he gave her something to remember by. She cried and panicked when she found out. She told the guy the truth about her age, and he went into a panic. He could get arrested for his part. She wouldn't give up the child, and her parents pretty much disowned her at that point, leaving her daughter and her sister (who lived in New York) as her only family. So the guy put her up in an apartment, and paid for medical expenses. He had even paid for daycare so she could finish high school. When she turned eighteen, he thought he was in the clear. "So," the girl said with a bit of venom in her voice, "he went back to his WIFE." "Ouch!" "Yeah. But he confessed everything, and she was more pissed off at HIM than at ME!" Now she sounded almost gleeful. "Because of my age and the fact he had never told me he was married prompted her to 'encourage' him to continue helping me out. But I had to make a living, so I did what a lot of uneducated girls did for money. I started stripping." "I thought you had to be older for that?" "Depends on whether the place serves alcohol or not. A couple of girls pointed out early on that to make the big bucks, you had to have big . . .well . . ." she looked down at her enormous chest. "But hey, they paid for themselves in under six months." "I believe," he said with a cheesy smile and a raise of his eyebrows. "Oh, could you do me a favor? Open up the window shade. We've been in the air for twenty minutes." She looked surprised. Then her eyes and mouth opened wide in surprise. "You sneak!" she said throwing open the shade. She smiled warmly. "And thank you." "You could thank me by telling me your name." "Where ARE my manners," she exclaimed. "It's Molly." After he introduced himself, they continued to converse well on towards their mutual layover at DFW airport. She talked a lot about her daughter and her plans. Rather than getting out of the dancing business, she wanted to get further in. She wanted to open her own club; someplace a little more posh than where she was working. She was thinking of taking business classes at the community college in her spare time. And she talked in depth and detail about her breast augmentation operation, which made Wes more than a little blue at the gills. She had spent extra for quality, and she felt it had paid off. Wes silently agreed. "People feel them and know they're fake, but they aren't solid objects like cheaper implants. It's hard to describe." She looked puzzled, then grabbed one of his hands, sticking it into her jacket and onto one of her boobs. "And to think, in the old days they just shook hands." "Oh hush. But do you get my point?" He gave as polite of a squeeze as was possible under the circumstances. "It feels . . . thicker, or more pressurized." "See, it's hard to explain, isn't it? Oh, you can take your hand off now." "Darn." "Oh, okay." She placed her hand on his and caused it to squeeze again. "That'll be ten bucks." "Oh, so that's it! That's you're game." "Yeah, but hey, you get points for still wanting to do that even though you know I've got a kid. Most guys' interest drops drastically when they find out that to get me, they have to accept my daughter." And with that, she sounded subdued again. "Well, most guys are stupid." She smiled warmly at him, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Why can't more guys be like you?" "Optometrists around the world would like that." In response to her perplexed look, he took off his glasses and handed them to her. "Damn! How blind are you without these things?" "Bats make fun of me." "Ouch. So can you see me right now?" "All I see is a pretty blur." "Pretty, hunh?" Wes was blushing now. He hadn't meant that to slip out. Then the blur seemed to move closer, and it kissed him on the cheek. He also felt a hand on his leg, dangerously close to his groin. As a result, he began feeling a stirring in his pants. He felt her breath on his neck. "Hey, you got a gratuitous grope," she said as he felt a hand on his shaft, "so turn about is fair play." There was a pause. "Oh my!" Wes felt the hand disappear just before he heard the drink cart trundle by. The pilot's voice came on over the intercom, saying they were approaching DFW and were preparing for descent. The lights started to come back on and passengers got ready for the landing. Molly whispered in his ear, "You know, the layover isn't that long. I was thinking of just chillin' here on the plane." Her breath was hot on his ear and neck. "Wanna join me?" "Is that a trick question?" he asked, adjusting his dick so that it didn't stick out too much. He crossed his legs to help hide his erection. "Can I have my glasses back?" "I don't know. I kind of like it like this." They sat there engaging in idle chit-chat that could scarcely disguise the desire in their voices. "It seems everyone but us has 'gotten off'," she said quietly. "I don't think that's fair, do you?" He felt her hand in his lap again, gently rubbing his still rigid cock through the fabric of his shorts. She was also nibbling on his neck, and his flesh became covered in goose-bumps. He was incredibly turned on, but also incredibly nervous. He couldn't see if anyone, such as a stewardess or another passenger, was anywhere nearby. He was completely at Molly's mercy. And she didn't have much mercy. She was seriously nuzzling his neck, which in turn was sending shivers down his spine. He felt a tugging at his shorts, and suddenly the zipper was undone and her delicate hand had snaked its way in. "Hmm. No underwear. How convenient." She couldn't move her hand much, but she did what she could. She had a light grip on his shaft, and she started to stroke. He humped against her hand slightly, not wanting to be too obvious. Like anyone would be fooled if they actually saw her hand chasing his trouser-snake into its burrow. She removed her hand briefly, and the blur that was her body seemed to arch up in her seat a bit with her hands around her skirt area. Then she bent over, and he heard her pick her feet up and then put them down again. Suddenly, her hand was back in his shorts, and he felt something silky in her hand as it encircled his prick again. "Since you weren't wearing any underwear," she whispered, "I thought you might like to try mine." With panties and dick in hand, she started jacking him off again, and continued to kiss him all over his neck, ear and mouth. The plane may have been on the ground, but his head was back up in the clouds. He didn't even care if they got kicked off the plane. The feeling of her silk-wielding hand wrapped around his iron rod was worth it. Then he heard voices coming from the front of the plane, as a few of the passengers started to make their way back on. She withdrew her hand, but left her precum-stained panties inside his shorts when she zipped him up. "Don't worry," she said. "I'm not done with you. You might want to cross your legs again though. It's looking like you smuggled a bazooka on board in you shorts." He crossed his legs just in time to hear the voice of the stewardess approach, asking if they wanted anything. 'Yeah,' he thought to himself. 'A private room or a cold shower.' Molly said she was a little chilly and tired, so she asked for a blanket and a pillow, which the nice lady dutifully brought. The passengers started trickling back onto the plane. "There aren't nearly as many people for this leg of the flight, it looks like." She sounded quite please about that. "And there isn't anyone right across from us, behind us, or in front of us. Lucky me!" She was cut off by the flight announcement that they were preparing for takeoff. The time spent on the runway and waiting for their turn was agony for Wes. Molly placed her hand on his leg, but made sure not to quite touch his throbbing member. "You are an unbelievable tease," he said huskily. "Hey, most people would pay for this. You I'm doing for sheer pleasure." Finally, they were in the air, and the fasten seat-belt signs were turned off. Lights were flickering off all over the plane, as passengers settled down for a few hours of sleep in the wee hours of the morning. The light over their row was quickly turned off, and they undid their seatbelts. Her hand was resting on his crotch now, but she seemed to be waiting for something. "There we go," she said at last. The flight attendants are settled in. We should have enough uninterrupted time now." With that, she unzipped his shorts again and reached her hand in. The hand-job continued for a few minutes while she took the blanket and threw it over the both of them. She seemed to take a look around. It was almost impossible to tell, as he couldn't see more than a few inches from his face with any clarity, and the plane was almost completely dark. She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his dick free. Then her head slid down under the blanket and into his lap. The moment her lips touched the end of his cock was one of the happiest of his life. The head slid into her hot, velvet mouth, then the rest of the shaft started to follow suit. He kept his ears pealed for signs of an intruder. He felt her head bobbing up and down, and she kept the base of his dick wrapped up in her hand and panties. The sound of slurping was incredibly faint, but he was still afraid someone might hear it. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. She took about half of his eight inches in her mouth, then pulled all the way off and starting rapidly licking the sensitive head with her tongue. Then down she went again. She would repeat this procedure, sometimes bobbing her head a couple of times before coming up for air. A couple of times, she managed to get about six inches in her throat before he felt her start to gag. She pulled her hand of his cock and gently wrapped his heavy nuts in her underwear, then started to gently fondle them. He would have loved to cum in her mouth, but that wasn't her plan. After a nice long blowjob, her head reappeared above the blanket. "Having fun so far?" "You are, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I have ever met." "Hmm. And I'm just getting warmed up." She seemed to be doing something under the blanket. It seemed to Wes that she was unbuttoning her shirt from the general location of the movements, but he wasn't sure. Then he felt something soft in his hand. Apparently, it was her (very large) bra. "Ready to feel something wild?" she asked as she rummaged through her purse. Suddenly, the blur that was her head disappeared, and he felt her body slide to the floor. She managed to shuffle over until she was kneeling in front of him. He felt some kind of lotion being rubbing into the sensitive skin of his cock, and it seemed she was rubbing in onto her chest as well. He felt his cock enveloped in something hot and firm, and he realized it was her tits. Now, having had the opportunity to tit-fuck a woman with natural breasts, he was able to make a comparison. One of the swimmers he had fucked, Tracy, had soft tits that almost cradled his shaft. Molly's tits almost gripped it. But with whatever lotion she had used, she had managed to make her cleavage incredibly slick. The pressure those massive globes were exerting was mind-blowing. She pressed them tightly together and started rubbing them up and down his dick. He felt the head of his cock peak out of her cleavage for air, but her tits remained locked around the rest of the shaft. It was possibly the most pleasurable thing he had ever felt! He heard the rattling of the drink car towards the front of the cabin. He tapped her on the head, and she quickly slid back into her seat. He felt really weird. His shorts were around his ankles, and only Molly's hand was keeping his dick from making a tent under the blanket. Her jacket was open, and her shirt was apparently pulled up passed those glorious globes. She pulled her half of the blanket up and began feigning sleep, with one hand still wrapped around his shaft. He heard the stewardess ask if he wanted anything. Molly gave his dick a gentle squeeze as he told the nice lady that he was fine. After she moved on, he turned and whispered, "That is cheating." He slid on hand down her body and between her legs. Her skirt was hiked up, and his hand met hers. Apparently, she was pleasuring herself while he had been talking. Their hands started to work in tandem while waiting for the flight attendant to pass by again. She would insert her own fingers while he would rub the mound. Once, they both started fingering her pussy, causing a traffic-jam in her moist opening. Since she had right of way, he was content to insert his thumb towards the bottom of slit, and managed to squirm one finger between her tight ass cheeks and into her puckered rosebud. She let out a light gasp and a cooing sound. She leaned over and kissed him passionately, then bit lightly on his bottom lip. He had definitely found a sweet spot on this girl. Unfortunately, as soon as he found it, he had to play dead as the stewardess swung back by on her way back to the cabin. When she was safely away, he felt Molly shift in her seat. She seemed to be facing the other way. He felt her fumbling under the blanket, and her hand was once again on his cock, pulling it and him toward her. He hunched up against the armrest separating the seats, and felt the warm wetness of her vaginal opening tickling the engorged head of his penis. Then he slid inside. There really wasn't much room to move, so he did the best he could. It was almost eerie; like someone had hit the mute button on a television set. He was humping into and out of her tight, moist box so slowly as to not make a sound. He wanted to groan and talk dirty to her, but couldn't out of fear of being heard. He was willing to bet her mouth was opened in that pleasurable 'O' shape people sometimes made when in ecstasy. He slid his hand under the blanket and cupped one of her titanic tits, enjoying the firmness of it in contrast to the softness of the nipple. She lifted the breast being fondled to her own lips, catching his finger with it. He heard her lightly sucking on her own nipple, then taking one of his fingers into her mouth and sucking it like a small cock. Then she let him return to his silent groping. He sensed her head turn, and he leaned into to kiss her. After a lingering kiss, she whispered something else to him. "There's one thing left I want you to do for me." He felt her draw away until his cock slid all the way out of her. She reached back and grabbed it, then directed it towards her backdoor. Wes was almost in a daze. This was one thing he had never done before. He didn't want to hurt her, but she was offering it too him. At that moment, she was positioning the head of his dick directly at the entrance of her asshole. "Are you sure?" was all he could think to whisper. "I never start something I don't mean to finish," she whispered back. That was all the encouragement he needed, as he slowly pushed inward. Molly pulled the pillow from her head and placed it directly in front of her face. Wes could almost swear she was biting it, but whether to keep from moaning or screaming or both was a mystery to him. Her ass was so tight that he was afraid he was going to shoot his load right off the bat. He slowed even more until he felt that he was back in control of himself. Meanwhile, the head of his cock was fully submerged, and he felt the vice-like grip of her sphincter relax a bit. Progress suddenly became much smoother and he slid about half his length inside her tush. With both her hands grasping the pillow, he slid one of his over her thigh and into the groin area. With the earlier traffic jam gone, he once again worked her pussy with his fingers while simultaneously plunging his meat stick into her butt. Blind Man's Bluff Ch. 02 There was no part of having sex with her that didn't thrill and amaze him. From the gentleness of her hands, the flexibility of her tongue, and the firmness of those huge tits to the gripping power of her puckered anal opening; everything was amazing! And all she had wanted was for someone to listen to her. He started kissing the back of her neck, savoring the aroma of her sweat and her perfume. She turned her head, finally in control of her urge to scream. With their faces only inches apart, even someone as blind as Wes could see the wanton lust and need printed clearly on her face. She kissed him, and they remained in a lip lock as he felt her body began to tremble. He was working her pussy frantically with his fingers, and three of them were trapped as it clamped down. He felt her juices dripping onto his fingers, and their kiss became so intense as to be almost painful. And as she came, the pressure exerted by her asshole doubled, and Wes just couldn't take anymore. He felt his cock twitch as his own muscles clenched up. It wasn't long before he was shooting his load deep inside her bowels. And somehow through it all, neither of them made a sound. He remained inside her for a few minutes, letting his member recover. He continued fondling her breasts because . . . well, because it was fun. Even their kiss lingered well after the act. It was with some reluctance on both that they finally broke apart. Under the cover of darkness, as well as the blanket, they began making themselves presentable again. As he pulled up his shorts, he noticed her silk panties were still inside. "I think you lost these," he said putting them in her hand. "Keep 'em for now. What say you give 'em back when we both get back home?" There was a definite hint of fear in her voice. Wes got it. She figured since he had enjoyed her womanly charms, why bother getting involved with a young woman with a child, however beautiful she might be? He tucked her underwear into one of his pockets, then zipped himself up. He was sweating like hell, couldn't see more than a few inches from his face, and was completely exhausted. But one thing was perfectly clear to him. He pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper from his wallet. "Here's my number. I should be back from visiting my brother in a week. I figure that since the downtown theatre is having an animation festival, we might . . . you know . . . go there. Together. On a date. And we could bring Samantha and . . ." She cut him off with another sudden but lingering kiss. "You mean it? You don't mind my daughter going with us?" "I'm not going to pretend that being around your daughter isn't going to be a little weird, but I figure if I want to be around you, then I need to get used to the idea. I'm not looking to be a father figure to anyone. Hell, I'm only nineteen and still in college. But maybe I can be a friend. And I certainly enjoyed being with you, and I'm not just talking about the great sex." "Back at you," she replied. He thought she was smiling. "Thank you. It may not be the 'knight in shining armor' speech I was dreaming of, but it was closer than anyone else has gotten, and at least it was honest. I'd love to go with you. I really would." "Great. Can I have my glasses back now?" She laughed, and reached into her purse. Once he could see again, he realized how beautiful she was, despite being slightly disheveled. A funny thought came to him. He looked at her and kissed her again. "What was that for?" she said demurely. "Just . . . It's funny. Sometimes you don't know what you're looking for, so you kind of have to feel your way through life until you find it. Only then do your open your eyes and have it all mean something. I think I just opened my eyes." She actually started to blush. When the plane landed and it was time for him to go, she gave him her home number and her cellular number. He stuck the number in his wallet. They kissed several more times before he managed to get down the ramp. He promised to call her and he meant it. As he went out to meet his brother, he stuck his hand in his pocket and felt the smooth material of Molly's panties, and he couldn't help but smile.