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Blowing

By: SparkZ



We were lying in bed, the covers were someplace on the floor and the only thing covering your body were some soft gray boxers. I was still naked from your last touches and kisses. There was a warm silence covering, surrounding us, it wasn't uncomfortable, but I still felt like breaking it. 

I felt like hearing your laughter fill the room again so I ran my fingers over your warm skin. Slowly, gently, barely touching, but enough to make you squeal and twist from laughter, whenever my fingers reached the sensitive skin covering your tummy, on the back of your thighs, and under your arms. Within minutes my touches had made your skin sensitive and glowing all over and you were begging me to stop but I didn't. I just smiled and giggled and continued my little torture. In the end it became too much for you so you grabbed hold of my arms and pinned me down with your warm body. 

You screamed, "No more." 

You didn't sound angry at all so I couldn't resist teasing you a little more but since my hands were pinned down, I raised my head a bit and gave you a little lick, right in the corner of your armpit, and it had you wanting me. 

Even that gentle touch made you laugh. I could feel all of you so close to me, the scent of your breath, taste you on the tip of my tongue where it had touched your skin. The room started feeling so warm. You raised up as much as possible so I couldn't reach you with my tongue anymore.

Teasingly you asked, "What are you going to do now?"

An insane thought hit me and instead of licking, touching or in anyway having physical contact with you besides from where you were holding me down, I started blowing at your armpit, and to my great delight it turned you on. I sensitized your skin with all my tickling, to the point that even just by blowing on you I could tickle you even now.

I blew on you until my lungs were empty and you finally admitted defeat and jumped out of bed, not coming back until I promised to stop. 

"I promise no more tickling" I said with a smile.

You crawled back in bed with me snuggling up to you. The warm silence filled the room again. So intimate and hot, having you so close to me.. I was lying cuddled up to your back, gentling stroking your side and arms, following the amazing shape of your clearly defined muscles. Firmly toned, in sharp contrast to the soft female shapes of my own figure. 

I could feel my nipples gently brushing against your back as I stroked you, making everything warmer. I couldn't get enough of your body and warm skin. I started licking, letting my tongue wander around on your shoulder and arm, then moved a bit back so I could work on your back too. Letting my tongue play around, forming strange patterns, trying to surprise you with where the next touch was going to be. Slowly I started to blow on you again. First making your skin wet from kisses and licks, and then blowing on you slightly.

I noticed your skin forms goose-bumps from the wetness of my tongue. I continued all the way around on your back and shoulders and right arm, down to your firm round butt that always tempted me and made me want to touch it, bite, kiss, and even slap it. I gently pulled your boxers down and continued there, making sure no spot was left untouched by my tongue or lips. Your skin was so warm; it felt like it was burning. And so was I, my nipples like little hard buttons. I could feel the blood rushing around in my head and down towards my pussy. It made me so excited and wet to touch you like that. 

I stopped licking you and you turned around to me. Your eyes was glowing, filled with this intense desire that sent shockwaves through me and made me gasp for air. Your cock was so big and hard, standing so firm. I had never seen it so big. I could almost see it throbbing, see the blood pounding in it and there was a little drop of pre-cum on the tip of the head. You reached out for me, touching, grasping and caressing in a greedy way, like you couldn't get enough, wanting to touch and taste everything at once. I let you have your way for a little while, feeling your big, warm hands caressing my full breasts, kneading, kissing them.

Gently I rolled over on my back allowing you access to all of my body with my legs slightly spread. You didn't need much of an invitation, your hands eagerly slid down over my warm soft skin on my belly, down to the center of my being, down to my warm wet open pussy. Your fingers caressed me all over the lips of my clit and around the entrance without penetrating. Teasingly circling them around, feeling how I pushed my self down to see if I could get them inside me. But, each time you pulled them back. The greedy expressions in your movements and touches slowly started to fade and turned into smooth and careful attention to my pussy. Your tongue licked all over it. Playing with my clit, sucking on the lips, and back up to the clit again, in a painful slowness, dwelling on each touch and caress.

At last it seemed you had gotten your revenge. Covering my mouth in a warm kiss, you gently positioned your cock at my entrance, poised to slide in. The first thrust was insane, I could feel how my back arched, and how sounds I never meant to make escaped me when you pushed it inside. You pulled it out again, even though you had only been halfway in. Watching me as you gently pushed it in again. A bit more this time. Opening me up as you went in. And then out again. The third time you went all the way in. Filling my warm wet clean-shaven pussy up with more than I ever thought it could have handled. You closed your eyes as did I, just reveling in what happened. Now we started working together to the same rhythm. Faster and faster, harder and harder. You were fucking me so hard, pounding into me, enjoying my moans and squirms, admiring what you could do to me with your cock. 

Then it happened. Everything flashed before my eyes, all my muscles tightened and I felt a gush of wetness as I came. Unlike I had ever came before, so violently. 

You could feel it too, you stopped fucking me and I could hear you moan louder "Fuck baby, you're milking my cock with your pussy". 

It slowly passed and I could see again as the haze lifted from my eyes. You pulled your big, hard, wet cock out of me and asked, "Do you want to finish me off with your mouth?"

I smiled and laid you down on your back and crawled down between your legs. A sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and my lips met your cock in a gentle kiss in thanks for what you had just given me. 

The skin on your cock was so soft and delicate and I could taste myself all over it when I started to lick it. Licking up and down and around on the head and below it. Lapping up my own juices as I first cleaned it off and then made it wet with my mouth again. Paying special attention to the head of your cock and balls, wanting you to feel all my love in each lick and touch. 

I guess you weren't in the mood for a long blowjob because you gently placed a hand on my head, pushing it down a bit.

You said, "Suck it baby." 

I did as you requested and took you in my mouth, sucking on the head, letting my tongue piercing slide around all over it while I sucked it up and down. I continued further down on you and you started to moan again. Sucking, licking, and kissing it. Bouncing up and down at a faster pace, sucking harder as I went along, applying suction onto the head and releasing. Rubbing my tongue all over it. Every time I felt your balls tense up, I immediately stopped, and started licking on them again. Cheating you out of your orgasm every time. Wanting this to last. 

And then in a quick inhalation, I took it all in, deep-throating you. I could feel it pushing on the walls of my throat. That was all you needed, and with a roar you exploded down my throat and mouth, almost choking me with your warm salty cum. Struggling to swallow it all, but some ran out of my mouth, over my lips and down over your cock. I continued to lick and suck you until I had lapped up all of the cum I missed at first and you were all clean again and breathing normally. 

Your cock was still hard, so I gave it a little kiss then crawled up into your warm embrace. Even though it was only 3pm, we were both exhausted and about to fall asleep. I think you kissed me and told me you loved me before I drifted away. But you didn't need to tell me, I already knew. 

-SparkZ! 

Blowing A Stranger



My first eye opener on how much I loved giving head to any man was just a few years ago. I guess you could say I was lonely or maybe it was because I didn't feel I was getting enough sex. I was surfing the web and found an adult chat site...and you know how that goes.

I started talking to a guy; he was married, but seemed unhappy with his wife. I'm also married, but happy with my marriage but at the same time, my hubby wanted a little "spice in our life". So being that I'm straight and have no interest in doing a woman, I decided to find some extra "spice". I met "Guy" on the adult chat from my local area. We would get on messenger and talk dirty, he always said he was getting off, but I never knew if he really did or not. 

So of course being the person I am. I needed to know if I could really get a guy off or not. And I thought a blowjob would be a good place to start. Because I was afraid, what if he isn't physically attracted to me...with blowjobs, you just have to be good at sucking! So I talked him up and we decided to meet, with no agenda on how far we would go.

I had to go do it; I had to find out if I could suck some stranger's cock and get him off. Was I good enough to do that? We both drove a half hour, met at a carpool lot. It was snowing that night, but my mind was set. Nothing can stop me if my mind is set at something.

I was a little early getting there, my nerves were tuned, but more of it was excitement I think. I had never met him, just talking on the computer. So many things crossed my mind; such as... what if I don't want to go down on him, what if he was a dirty old man, what if he wouldn't listen if I say no...I mean the things you think about! But at the same time I was thinking...GOD this is so exciting.

So "Guy" showed up in his van. I got out of my vehicle and jumped in his. We said hello, looked each other up and down, and that was enough to start kissing. And I don't mean just little kissing, I mean full tonsil tongue touching. Before I knew it he had grabbed my tits and was playing with my nipples with his fingers. I figured what the hell so I took my shirt off, because I love my tits getting nibbled, sucked and bit on. I didn't even have to show him where to go; his lips were on my tits faster than my mind could register. While he was busy with that I started on his pants. I unzipped and unbelted him quicker than I thought I could. My hand was on his cock and what a surprise that was for me. 

He was fully erect and he was thick. The thought in my mind was I want that cock in me, but I had told myself I only would give a blowjob the first time with a stranger. But it was so thick; my hand couldn't go all the way around. My mind just raced with how he could fuck me hard with that beast and how good it would feel. My mind was set so much on his cock that I didn't notice he had unzipped my pants and had his hand on my pussy, rubbing it. I came within seconds of me realizing what was going on. He quickly thrusted his fingers into me which made me cum a second time, all the time my hand was searching his cock.

That was it; it was my time to make him cum! We moved to the back seat and I kneeled in front of him. He grabbed a hold of one breast and rolled the nipple in-between his fingers. So I opened my mouth as much as I could and engulfed his massive cock. My lips fastened themselves on his flesh and I sucked until I had a good suction on his shaft. My right hand had is nut sack and my left hand was on my leg. I sucked hard, up and down that long shaft, never coming over the head. Harder and harder I sucked, until my jaw muscles were screaming, but by then he was starting to move his hips to the motion of my sucking. So I released my sucking and took his cockhead into my mouth. I once again latched on with my lips and sucked just the cockhead, until again he was moaning and pumping his hips. He was holding my nipple so tightly in his fingers that I knew he was trying to hold back from cumming. So I let go of my suction and went all the way down his shaft. Now that made him cum and he almost tore my nipple off...but it felt really good! He layed back on the seat and exhaled with a huge moan. I just smiled and started to get dressed. He thanked me and told me how good I was, a true cocksucker! And with that he buttoned up his pants and watched me get my shirt back on. I had not buttoned up my shirt all the way yet, so he grabbed my shirt and pulled my tits to his face. Where he grabbed one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked and rolled it around in his mouth. When he came up for air, he said next time, he wanted two blowjobs and than he was going to fuck me so hard I would cum 10 times.

I have not seen him since, we talk once in awhile on the computer, but he is trying to iron out his life. But he has not forgotten the blowjob and hopes soon we can revisit that night.



Blowing Ammad



I met Ammad when he was an undergrad at college a few years ago, and knew I wanted to blow him almost straight away. At the time, he was an 18-year old virgin in heat, desperately looking to bed girls. He combined rugged good looks from his native Pakistan with a light, honey complexion more like the Greeks or Italians. His dark hair, soft but masculine features, creamy brown skin, and sporty, muscled physique used to get me wet all the time. Every time he flashed his smile, or I saw him in his gym shorts, I imagined his cut cock in my mouth, him sighing and moaning, slowly fucking my mouth. . .a fantasy to which I jerked off in my dorm room many nights.

Recently, he was visiting from overseas - he's a high flying consultant now, in his early 20s - and stayed with me overnight. He was even more good looking and definitely more muscular and confident now than I remembered. . .still clean cut, athletic, and boyishly masculine. I knew it was now or never.

Late after dinner on his last night, I pulled out the alcohol and started plying us both with drinks and talking about our time in school...to lower his guard and calm my nerves. I knew he would react very badly if this went wrong. The timing had to be just right. For those of you who've intentionally seduced a straight boy, you know what I'm talking about.

Several drinks later, we were both more relaxed. We talked about the fun we had in college, and he told me how he lost his virginity to a senior who invited him into her bed, and how much he enjoyed getting head.

"Any guy can get laid," Ammad said matter-of-factly, "But how many guys can get a girl to suck their dick, and taste their cum. That's hot. I like making them swallow," he laughed. "They don't like it, but they do it," he continued, smiling. "I've made girls cry sometimes," he finished, lust and pride in his voice. I asked him casually how often he got laid where he was now based. 

"It's great, man. . .I get it four, five times a week!" He smiled and grabbed his crotch proudly. 

"So you're in a relationship, then?" I pushed, gently. 

"No, dude. . .different girls. It's awesome!" He slurred. I was super turned on by this beautiful young stud's sexual appetite. 

"I've got something you'll enjoy, then", I almost stammered, as I lowered the lights and put on a straight porn video. 

"Damn, that's hot," he smiled. "Making me horny, dude!" He giggled in his drunken haze, and started watching the video intently. Gradually, he grew quieter, more focused and intent. Several minutes later I gathered my nerves and suggested we rub one out together. The alcohol made things easier. I rolled down my boxers, already wet with precum, and started jerking off slowly, pretending to be really into the video. I saw him dart awkward glances in my direction, giggling sheepishly.

"Come on, man!" I teased playfully, gently, a few minutes later. 

"Fuck it," he slurred and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, revealing his fitted, light grey Gap briefs and a noticeable lump between his muscled thighs. I pretended not to look as he slid his briefs off, just enough to release his erect cock, which swung out immediately. He started playing with his head, and sighed. He hadn't showered since the morning, and the ripe smell of his pubes mixed with a hint of fresh soap hung in the air. I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Fuck, that's hot," I whispered, jerking and looking at the video. "Why don't you lie down on the sofa. . .be more comfortable," I suggested, so turned on, I was barely coherent. I gently steered him to lie back and in doing so, he got rid of his jeans with his feet, leaving his briefs at the knees. 

"Yeah, that's better," he sighed. I waited a couple of minutes before I came out with it: "Let me jerk you off, man...see how it feels," I ventured. He eyed me suspiciously, but he was also very drunk and horny - this is how straight guys are usually seduced - so he seemed to consider it. "You're not gay, are you?" He slurred, and laughed, still watching the video. 

"No way, man. . .it's just more fun sometimes," I managed. 

"No, dude," he responded. He closed his hand around his cock and started jerking off, watching the video. A few minutes later I gathered my courage and gently pulled on his briefs.

"Dude, I said no!" He managed, and tried to resist by drawing in his legs. 

"Fuck, I'm just trying to get you more comfortable, you ass!" I joked. He sighed and relented. I peeled his briefs off his muscled thighs and calves, and off his feet. I then spread his legs a bit, noting with growing lust the ringlets of dark, curly pubic hair surrounding his large scrotum, and finally reached over and touched his thick, brown cock. Ammad flinched.

"What the fuck, dude?" I'm not into that shit!" He slurred forcefully. 

"Let me show you a good time, man!" was all I could stutter, as I continued to seek contact with his cock through his hand.

"Fuck it," he muttered, then pulled away his own hand, leaving me to stroke it. His cock was slightly wet from his precum. He flinched again and drew in his breath as I touched his most private parts, breathing heavily.

"Fuckin' jerk it," he whispered, his head turned sideways toward the video. I complied, bringing myself closer to his genitals, totally turned on by his thick, creamy inner thighs, peppered with dark hair, and moist, brown scrotum. I started jerking him faster, as he sighed and his ripped abdomen began to flex, rising and falling with his heavy breathing. Finally, when I could tell he was totally distracted, I leaned down - slowly so he wouldn't notice - and took his perfectly shaped cock head in my mouth, sucking hard. Ammad was caught by surprise; he moaned loudly as his cock released fresh precum into my mouth. I almost passed out as I took in the musky smell and taste of his beautiful, edible genitalia.

"Shit, man!" he slurred and tried to extricate himself, but I was firmly between his legs. I quickly began showering his head with soft kisses and licks to show how much I wanted to worship him. The feel and taste of his cut cock - he must have been about 7 inches - was phenomenal. A soft and swollen mushroom head, coated with sweet precum. I used my tongue to tickle his glans, kissing and licking his head softly while using my hand to jerk him off. Then, I did what every stud wants: I deepthroated him, holding his cock as far in my mouth as I could take. Ammad moaned again, this time more loudly...and started slowly fucking my mouth, rhythmically raising his ass to thrust in, again and again, his head turned away toward the helpful video. I moaned as more precum leaked from his cock slit into my mouth.

"Fuck!" he swore, and tried again to push me away with his hands, but it was too late. Now he was too close. The young stud started bucking in my mouth, just as I'd always imagined. I quickened my pace, deepthroating him, making him squirm and moan. 

"Oh shit...I'm cumming. . .oh fuck, I'm cumming in your mouth, I'm cumming in your mouth!" He moaned as he tensed, and then, bucking in my mouth like a stallion in heat, he gripped my head, closed his legs tightly around my ears, and began to spray. Warm jets of sweet cum hit the inside of my mouth and throat, as my gorgeous stud threw back his head, his face contorted as if in pain, eyes tightly closed, moaning and quivering, and released his seed, his pelvis jerking spasmodically as he humped my mouth, until he was spent. 

It may sound funny, but in those few seconds that he gripped me with his legs and kept my head in place as he thrust and ejaculated in my mouth, I felt he was more mine than any girl he had ever bedded. There was a quality of intimacy about the way he gave himself completely to me...and I felt very powerful about being the first guy to bring this straight, handsome young boy to such a state of complete surrender. It was a privilege to know that no other guy had been where Ammad had just allowed me to go.

By the time he let go, his cock was soft in my mouth. He turned away, his eyes closed. "How was that?" I asked.

"Intense," he muttered. 



Blowing An Uncut Older Man



This is my second story. All my stories are true unless the word "fantasy" appears in the title. My fantasy stories are things I'd love to do if I could work up the nerve!! Like a "Blow-Bang Fantasy" (coming later). 

After being initiated into the exquisite wonders of giving men oral pleasure by my cousin (See my first story "Blowing my cousin"), I was ravenous for my next cock. As first experiences go, my much older cousin had been an amazing happenstance. After our summer and fall of frequent, very gratifying sessions came to an end, it was a long time before I had the delicious sensation of a man's dick in my mouth again. 

It was over two years before I lay between a man's legs again. I was shy and would not approach men. I was mortified at the prospect of misreading a man and having him repulsed, possibly violently by a misdirected proposition. I was not "out" as bi-sexual and never would be. So I resigned myself to the fact that it might be a very long time before another man would invite me into his pants.

By the age of twenty-one I had taken a really crappy job, but it did require some travel for training. For a kid who had never been anywhere, that part of it was pretty cool. I was in Chicago for a training session to be indoctrinated into the corporate culture of a big chain of catalogue and retail department stores. I had been through my first day of a near cult like session of brain washing when I sat in the hotel bar wondering why the fuck I hadn't gone to collage instead, when I noticed a nice looking older gentleman in a suit drinking alone at the other end of the bar.

The large bar was empty except for about a half-dozen people. Each time I looked up at the lonely gentleman I'd noticed, he would smile and nod at me. It could have been just a friendly gesture but after three beers I figured there was no harm in introducing myself. I went to the bathroom, passing his end of the bar. As I walked by he nodded again and said "hi there". I returned the greeting with a coy smile and walked on. As I returned, I sat at his end of the bar and ordered a rum and coke. We introduced ourselves and shook hands. I was still very shy but figured that if I made myself available, and he was smiling for a reason other than just being cordial, he was old enough to take the lead.

I had cut my long hair short for the job but still had a pretty, slightly feminine face and I was absolutely starved for a man who wanted the pleasure of my oral attentions. I was his for the asking but I was still way to self-couscous to do any more than show I was receptive to him if he was interested. He introduced himself only as "Bob from New York." He wore a wedding band so I thought it was a long shot, but I would later discover that many married men weren't getting what they wanted at home. It never occurred to me that straight, married men would be so receptive to oral sex from another man but as I would later discover to my absolute delight, they are the rule rather than the exception!

"What's a young fella' like you doin' in Chicago" he asked and I told him my story. He told me he was in town for a company gathering, he managed a large sales territory for an electrical equipment manufacturer. We chatted for a while and he asked if I would like to move over to a booth. He grabbed both our drinks and over to the farthest, darkest corner of the bar and I knew then he considered this a date!

After some more small talk he made the sexual advance I was hoping to hear.

"You've got a very friendly face." he said

"I'm a friendly person," I answered

"A cute face too. I bet the girls love you," he said

"The girls and a lot of men!" I exclaimed

"So...do you like men?"

It was hard to hide the flush that came over me. My face was burning and I knew I had broken out in a glowing blush "Ya", I answered shy and nervose. "I like older men"

"So that's why you kept looking at me!" he said smiling.

"Well I noticed you looking at me!" I retorted.

He laughed loud "I noticed you when you came in" he said. "A pleasant face and you seemed like you wanted some company"

"Yes, some company would be nice tonight" I agreed

He told me he was married and that his wife and he were no longer having sex but still lived together for financial reasons. He was in his mid fifties and wasn't ready to retire sexually, but his wife no longer had any interest at all. He did enjoy other partners occasionally but was not overt about it and his wife didn't know and didn't need to know.

"I promise I wont follow you home" I assured him and we laughed.

"Would you like to come up to my room in about an hour?" he asked.

"That might be fun" I answered, "But I'm a bit limited in what I'm willing to do with a man"

"OK..." he answered slowly waiting for me to elaborate.

"I enjoy giving oral sex but I'm not in to anal and I don't care for a man doing me," I explained. I would later enjoy both to my great pleasure but that's another story!

"That's fine with me" he answered "But what gets you off?

"Getting men off" I answered "I just really enjoy giving a man pleasure and feeling his body as he becomes more and more aroused. I like trying to give a man the best possible experience and feeling his body release in a powerful orgasm"

"Oh my god I'm in love!" he announced as he made an exaggerated gesture of holding his hand over his heart. He laughed loudly again and gave me his room number. "How 'bout we make it thirty minutes" he said with an anxious look on his face. 

"I'll try to wait!" I said. I went to my room, showered in ten minutes and sat on the bed watching the clock!

When I knocked on his door, he answered warring a pair of slacks and a black tee shirt. He invited me in, mixed us some drinks and we were soon setting on a sofa together discussing past sexual experiences. He explained that he didn't care for giving men head but did like performing anal sex on them, but a blowjob only would be fine by him. He said his last really memorable blowjob had been fifteen years ago! I promised him he wouldn't be disappointed, and I'd more than make up for my limited repertoire.

I changed in the bathroom into a light robe I'd brought with me. I enjoy being covered but not clothed while servicing men. When I returned he was setting on the edge of the bed, clearly ready to get things started.

"So you've only done this once?" he asked

"Yes, just the story I told you about my cousin, but I did him many times"

"Why have you waited so long to do it again?" he asked

"The opportunity just hasn't presented itself and I'm not too experienced at approaching men" I answered. "I'm glad you spoke to me. I thought you might be interested so I sat next to you hoping you'd make the first move"

"I'm not shy and I was about two minutes from coming over to you!" he said

We sat in an awkward silence for a moment then he asked, "So how would you like to start?"

"I'd like to help you off with your pants" I whispered in a shaky voice.

I took a pillow from the sofa and went to my knees. He rose from the bed and walked toward me, positioning his self in front of me. He pulled off his tee shirt. As he revealed his upper body, I toke a good look at him. He was considerably taller than me, a full head of short gray hair, a well-groomed salt and pepper beard and mustache. He had a large round belly, not obese but portly. His body hair had also gone gray and he had a firm and very hairy chest and big arms. I moved in close to him and began to rub his belly and hips. At last, here I was again about to submit to the power of a man's body all focused into me. I was shaking a little and my breathing was shuddered as my heart pounded into my throat. 

He smiled down at me and asked "Are you nervous?"

"A little but in a good way" I answered smiling back up at him.

I pressed into his groin, rubbing my face across his trousers. I could feel the lump of his cock under the cloth. I moved back and unfastened the button of his slacks, then found the tab of his zipper and slid it all the way down. The sound of his fly unzipping suddenly stirred an intense arousal in me. Under his slacks he wore as simple pair of white briefs.

I rose to run my mouth and tongue around his lower belly. His took in a deep breath and exhaled with a long "Ummmmm". I slide his slacks down over the back of his hips and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. And there he stood before me. His underwear contained a pleasantly large bulge of cock and balls. Until that moment I was not sure what I would find. I had only done this with one man and didn't really know what to expect. I would come to realize all men's cocks are very different, and they all had their own charm!

He smelled freshly showered with a light cologne. His body felt warm in front of me. He had strong, thick legs and a firm full ass. He obviously tried to keep in some sort of shape even though he was a large man. I began to rub his thighs and took his fleshy bulge of cock and balls in both hands, massaging him through his underwear. He moaned as he whispered, "That feels nice"

I nuzzled my face into the soft warm cotton of his briefs and kissed his cock and balls. I could smell his scent through the fabric and another surge of arousal swept through my body. It had been so long since I smelled that scent. I pulled the waistband of his underwear away from his belly and hooked my fingers inside. I worked his briefs off of his hips and pulled down until they came clear of his cock. I pulled them to the floor and he stepped out of them. He was completely naked standing over me now. I had never seen a man of his age naked. I had always been attracted to older men, the older the better. There's something about the sight of a mature man's naked body that has always aroused me. The thick hair of his cock and balls was salt and pepper. His balls hung loose under an ample, very veiny, thick cock that was filling out but not yet erect. I hadn't considered it until then, but many older men are not circumcised. He had a veiny, fleshy foreskin covering a very large cock head. His foreskin formed a round opening through which just a quarter of an inch of his head was exposed. 

I had never seen an uncut man in the flesh, and I wasn't quite sure how to start on him. But I assumed he would instruct me if there was anything special I needed to do for him. I lowered myself and began to just kiss and lick his balls, moving his semi-erect hanging cock out of the way with my face. He was so hairy! I could feel the hair if his balls on my tongue like a matt. The sack of his balls seemed to move as it contracted and relaxed under my mouth in an undulating movement. This was a very interesting sensation for me and I was fascinated by it. 

His cock had become erect, standing out now away from his body. He moaned as I rubbed his hips and treated his scrotum to long, full tongue massages from underneath to the base of his dick, one side, then another. His balls were huge, and hung a full five or six inches from him. I moved back to get a full view of his erection. He was about seven inches long, and very thick. His foreskin had moved back to revel most of his cock head. The head of his dick was large and purple. His cock was so fleshy! He had so much extra skin it reminded me of one of those skin bag dogs. It was covered in unusually thick veins that bulged out and switched back and forth forming looping zigzags all over the entire length of his dick. Even erect his cock looked as though it had enough skin to grow another for or five inches before it would smooth out! I'd never seen anything like it even in photos. It was so unusual, so different that I loved looking at it. If a cock could have "character", his most certainly did. Some might have considered it "ugly" but to me, it was fascinating and beautiful in a masculine, mature way. I decided to lick and kiss it all over to find out where among all that flesh where his most sensitive places. I was hoping he was a patient man as I very much wanted to take my time exploring this odd, unique and beautiful variation on the male sex organ.

"Is it ok if I just lick you for a few moments?" I asked "I've never seen a cock like yours and I want to play with it for a little while before I suck you"

"Take you're time, I'm in no hurry" he answered. "Is this your first uncut dick"?

"Yes, it's so fleshy and interesting!" I replied "So much of everything that makes a cock hansom"

He laughed and added "It's shocked a few women in its time but I'm proud of it!"

"Man you should be, it's magnificent" I complimented. Now comfortably sliding into that totally submissive role I love assuming with men like this, I added "I could worship at this cock all night" He laughed loudly and said "I don't think I've ever had my cock worshiped"

"You're going to enjoy the hell out of this I promise." I informed him confidently.

I placed my left hand along side his warm cock and pressed my lips and tongue against the base of the right side of his erection. After over two years, here I was again at last about to enjoy the slow, sensual ritual of bringing a man's body from pleasure, through arousal to ecstasy and then to an orgasm so intense he'd never, ever forget me. It would probably be our only night, so I intended to make this experience his gold standard of blowjobs.

I began to slip my tongue in and out under the curving shaft of his cock, mouthing him as I moved my way slowly up his shaft toward his huge dick head. I pressed him against my mouth as I moved a half an inch at a time, exploring all that loose flesh and bulging veins that I could clearly feel against my lips and tongue. It brought to mind that wonderful first experience with my older cousin, how he loved to watch me give him so much pleasure with my mouth. This man was very different but it was then that I realized that this second experience would be just as erotic, just as overwhelming and gratifying for me as that first experience had been.

As my mouth arrived at the head of his cock, I felt the ridge of his swollen head through his foreskin. I pulled the loose flesh in between my lips and gently sucked, jutting my tongue under his head until I hit that concentration of nerves that I knew would be there somewhere. He quivered and sighed as I engulfed that side of his skin gloved cock head. I held it there and just slowly moved my tongue under him. He moaned and I felt him place his right hand on my shoulder, then move his hand up along my neck to the side of my face where he rubbed my cheek with his thumb. 

I moved around to his left side and worked my way along his cock again. The skin at his cock head was even more generous on this left side, and I spent several moment licking, sucking, pulling his skin in and out between my lips. 

"Oh my god that feels good" he sighed "Oh my god right there"

I had found his hot spot and knew exactly were to visit my mouth and tongue on him again and again as I brought him closer and closer to giving me his wonderful, full, powerful orgasm in my mouth. He was not so very different after all. The basic design was the same. I knew then I'd have no trouble at all bringing him to a screaming orgasm when it was time to suck him off.

Confident and delighted, I centered my face on his cock. Mouth level with his dick full on in front of me. I placed my left hand around the considerable girth of his dick. His head had swollen so large that the foreskin of his cock was now gathered behind it, his entire head visible. It was large and dark purple, smooth and glistening from the moisture of my mouth. His cock head was long, with a ridge that tapered back to a high arch far down the shaft of his dick. There was not a single feature of this mass of manhood that was not exaggerated in its form and shape. It was blunt, almost flat where a large, open slit tapered apart to the bulging, pronounced "V" where his cock head split and wrapped up and around to form a huge arched ridge. It looked like a helmet or a big mushroom and I ached to know how it would feel taken fully in my mouth. I discovered that by pulling his shaft toward me, I could make his foreskin roll up over this large bulb of a head. I was filled with erotic anticipation of what this would feel like in my mouth. I had no idea how to suck an uncut cock but I was going to relish the experience of discovering all those specific little secretes to this man's incredible tool.

I opened my mouth wide and held my tongue all the way out as I slid his dick in and out over my tongue a few times. He groaned and smiled down at me. "You like to tease don't you?"

"I like to play with it" I answered. "I want to get to know your cock really well." 

"Well you're quickly becoming his best friend," he said with approval.

I pushed and pulled as I licked, feeling his foreskin slide in and out over my tongue. It was such a new experience and the sensation of that flesh was delicious beyond description. I opened wide and slid my mouth over his hard dick until I had his large head completely engulfed, then closed my lips around him and began caressing the underside of his cock with my tongue while I held him in my mouth. With my left hand around his dick, I rubbed the back of his left leg and ass cheek with my right hand. I looked up to see him standing over me. At long last, I was consumed by that erotic vision from a vantage point of complete submission and subjugation to the sexual desire of a man's body in the passion of arousal. The wonderful view of a man delicately connected to me in mutual bliss by his cock held in my mouth. His large belly filled my world, his chest, his arms and the look of contented concentration on his face as he stared down at me with half of his large fleshy cock lovely accepted in my oral surrender to him. After waiting for this for so long, aching for this through so many desperate nights, I was sucking a cock again and I was in heaven.

"Oooohhyeeess...that's it baby...that feels really good" he moaned. 

I began to slowly stoke him as I gently sucked. As I did so, I could feel the loose skin of his cock slide in and out of my mouth. Each time I drew his cock forward, I could feel his foreskin slip over his large head then skin back over it as I pulled his shaft toward the base. I continued this just enjoying the feel and taste of the odd lumpy mounds of flesh that filled my mouth. It was as though his cock had a second sleeve of skin all around it. He had enough cock skin to make two dicks! It was most abnormal, but that's the wonderful thing about men's cocks. They are all very different and all beautiful in there own way and it brought to mind something I once read: "There is in all beauty, some disproportion."

I slid his hard dick out of my mouth and squatted all the way down, drawing him closer by his hips until his cock and balls were directly over my upturned face. He spread his legs in a wide stance above me so that all I could see were cock and balls. I reached under his sack with my tongue and caressed the backside of his scrotum, the only smooth hairless spot between his legs. I lapped the rear of his balls with long, smooth strokes as he moaned softly. The weight of his balls covered my nose and face as I breathed in the intoxicating scent of his musky, wrinkled flesh. His balls seemed to have there own life as they undulated on my face. I could see beneath the head of his dick now jutting above my forehead, that beautiful foreskin gathered around the huge ridge.

I moved to place my mouth to the front of his loose, hanging balls and continued to lick and kiss his nuts. With one hand, I cupped his scrotum from behind and pressed it into my face and mouth. "Can you suck one of 'um into you mouth?" came his moaning request. I was pleased that he felt comfortable asking for specific acts, but hoped he would get comfortable enough to demand rather than ask. I hoped he had many more such demands lined up in his mind as he considered what he might like to try with my eager, accommodating mouth. 




Blowing An Uncut Older Man



"You mean suck one of your balls into my mouth?" I asked. 

"Ya baby...suck one of my nuts into your mouth". 

I was surprised at this request as my own balls were much to sensitive to pain to ever imagine this feeling good. 

"Will I hurt you?" I asked. 

"No, no you want hurt me...don't be afraid to suck 'um. You wont hurt 'um" he answered. 

His balls hung so loose and so long I had no problem getting to his large testicles, the left one hanging much lower than the right. His balls were wet from all my licking so I opened my mouth wide a drew the lower one in with a firm suck. 

"That's it baby suck those balls" he said. I moaned with pleasure at his instruction.

As I looked up at the underside of his cock, his hand came into view and he took his huge dick in his fist, stroking as I sucked his left testicle as far into my mouth as I could, moving it around with my tongue. There was nothing to compare to the feel of the flesh covered hairy oval filling my mouth. Bob was introducing me to many new things tonight and I was really enjoying this strange new way of filling my mouth with a man. I could taste and smell his musk strong now as his body temperature rose. He moaned and sighed, breathing heavy as I sucked hard on his ball. He held my face with his free hand and pressed himself in to me. 

"Now the other one" he instructed. 

I let his left testicle slide out of my mouth and found the right one with my tongue and sucked it in. My nose was pressed into the hair between his body and the base of his dick. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the smell, taste and heat of his body as he stroked himself, his body now shuddering with pleasure. 

He drew himself out of my mouth and rubbed his ball sack on my face. "Open your mouth wide" he insisted. He guided his left testicle into my mouth again, his balls now soaked in my saliva. I wrapped my arms around his hips for balance as he held my head with his free hand, keeping me from falling backward. His balls were so huge in my mouth and he really seemed to be enjoying this so I did the best I could to stimulate him. It was an amazing sensation, my mouth crammed full as he stroked himself. I could see his hand wrapped around his dick, all the loose skin sliding up and down, the thick bulging veins and the now rock hard head of his dick as the foreskin slid over than back as he stoked himself. "Oh god baby...oh ya...oh ya" he grunted. After a few moments of this he seemed on the verge or orgasm. He let my head drop gently a few inches and withdrew his orb from my mouth. 

"That's a first for me" I said "thank you, you've got such beautiful balls, I love sucking them." 

"I've always liked my balls sucked," he said. 

"I've never done that before but I really liked it" I answered.

He still had his cock in his hand. It was hard and the head was now huge and dark purple. His angry dick pointed directly at my face as I recovered and adjusted to take him once more into my mouth. He took my head in one hand and presented the large head of his dick to my lips. I opened my mouth and he guided himself in, slowly feeding me his engorged penis. 

His body shuddered and flinched as I ran my hands all over his beautiful belly, his firm ass and full legs. I love rubbing a man like this. It seems to stimulate him all over and I found it adds to his pleasure immensely. A man's entire body is an erogenous zone, not just his cock! He quivered under my courses as he watched his cock disappear, inch by inch into my mouth.

I moaned softly as he slowly stroked his cock now fully half in my mouth. It felt incredible, a rock hard shaft enclosed in a soft, supple, thick, spongy sleeve of flesh that my lips and tongue seemed to melt in to. As he pushed and pulled, I could feel all of his skin move in and out of my mouth even as his cock stayed in place. The ridges of the bulging, thick veins sliding past my lips. I wanted him to stay like this so I signaled my submission by holding his ass in my hands, pressing slightly, moaning as he feed me his wonderful, strange dick. I moved my head in slow, sensual motions, rolling his cock in me as I moved my tongue around under his large head, now pressing against the back of my throat. I looked up to see him gazing down at me, eyes half open, mouth gaping as his breathing became louder and louder. 

"Oh my god yes baby...yeees suck it baby, suck it, suck it," he moaned as he lost himself in the pleasure of watching and feeling my eager, loving blowjob. We stayed like this for several minutes. I was suspended in time. After all this time my mouth was once again, finally full of a beautiful man's engorged dick that wanted so badly to erupt in my warm mouth. I savored the feel and taste as I feasted my eyes on him, roving over his large, hairy belly, his arms, the view of his pubic mound, his face so full of delicate pleasure. A waive of erotic pleasure swept through me, coursing, tingling as a shivers ran up and down me. I pulled him close, asking for all of his cock in me. He let out a sharp cry and leaned in to press his dick down my throat. I opened my mouth and throat wide to take him all and held him there for as long as I could hold my breath. I drew back to breath and pushed my face in again, deep throating him again and again. 

I wanted him to fuck me in the mouth but he seemed hesitant, perhaps afraid to be too aggressive with me. I wrapped my hands around his ass pulling him to me in a rhythmic motion as I gave a little pleading whimper, begging for him to take control. He got the message and immediately lost his inhibition. 

He let out a gasp of surprise and clamped my head between his strong, large hands.

"Holly shit baby...oooh god that's incredible" he gasped as he began to thrust himself into my mouth, slowly at first to measure my ability to take his cock deep, then fell in to a natural fucking rhythm as his body undulated with the incredible pleasure of plunging himself into a warm, willing mouth in complete acceptance of him. 

You could say I had him right where he wanted me. And this is what I relish about giving men head. That moment when they realize I'm theirs to do with as they please, to drop all their inhibitions learned from so many women who suck dick not out of the delicate ecstasy of feeling the power of a man's body in their mouths, not to loose themselves in the suspended time of knowing they are the object of a man's most sought after fantasy, not because they loved the incredible feel, taste and smell of a man as he looses control, not in the anticipation of that final moment when his entire body explodes in an agonizing eruption of cum lovingly taken in their mouths, not because they relished the feel, texture and pure primitive taste of a man's sperm, but because most of them did what little was required to appease their men, or to keep them from straying. I would learn that few women truly enjoy this kind of unconditional surrender to a man's desire and erotic gratification and that was fine with me. I could keep my dance card full of underserved married men like this one as long as I could learn to spot them. Or learn how to make them spot me!

"Oh my god yes...that's so good, so good baby," he pleaded as he plunged his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel the skin of his hard cock rolling along his shaft as he face fucked me. He was in a steady state of vocal expressions of astonishment.

"Ya..ya..ya..that's so good...so good. "No pussy in the world that good" he said with a truncated laugh. I smiled around my mouth full of his cock, let out a giggle and squeezed his ass tightly in my hands. My entire body melted in to full submission, going limp with incredible pleasure as I looked up, my eyes communicating my complete subjugation to him, fixated on his quivering belly, his strong arms bracing me, his chest heaving, his hips thrusting and the muscles of his ass flexing as he used me for his uninhibited pleasure for a full five minutes of fucking my mouth. For those five minutes, I was consumed by my own delicious, sensual pleasure as I thought ahead to the moment this wonderful, aroused man's cock would explode in my mouth. What would this one feel like? Would his cum taste different than my cousins? Would he cum as hard and as long? Would he let me stay until he was ready again? All my questions would be answered and the anticipation was overwhelming. 

After those five minutes of incredible abandon for us both, he slowed and allowed me to suck and lick him as my hands fondled his balls and my tongue played along the fleshy landscape of bumps, veins and folds of generous flesh sheathing his throbbing cock. As I treated him to my most lavish and erotic efforts at sensual oral service on his cock and balls, he moved ever closer to his inevitable release. He was moaning, sighing, and stammering barley audible verbalizations of pleasure. "That's just incredible what yur doin' to me baby". With his expressions of amazement it was clear to me he'd never had a blowjob like this. I smiled wide with satisfaction, very pleased with myself that my times with my cousin were not just a fluke. I knew then I could take any man to this place as long as he enjoyed having his cock sucked, and so far I've never met a man who doesn't. I was truly good at sucking dick. The kind of good that can only come when serving another persons desire is your greatest source of satisfaction. 

As I took his huge wet cock in my mouth again and gently sucked him he gasped and shook. Moaning loudly each time I drew him into my mouth. His cock head surged hard and firm, foreskin now locked behind the bulging, wide ridge of his mushroom head. 

"Oh god baby I don't want this to end but I can't take any more," he pleaded.

He grasped the base of his cock in his right hand and gently pushed my head away. 

"You can come if you're ready baby, I'll do you again. It doesn't have to end until you're finished with me" I assured him.

"Oh yes" was his only response as I imagined him looking forward to cuming in my mouth again and again.

He spread his legs further and held his cock over my face. I lowered my body down and presented my tongue and open mouth to an enraged cock head. The huge veins bulging hard and blue all over his dick. He stepped in to me and once again laid his large hairy scrotum on my face. I treated every inch of his loose, long ball sack to one last, lavish tongue bath as the now overwhelming, pungent musk of his genitals filled my nostrils. I drew the round fleshy orb of his left testicle into my mouth and sucked for a moment, then moved to engulfed his right nut, then his left, alternating this for a few moments as he rubbed his wet cock on my face, stroking ever so slowly as he built himself to that delicate edge of orgasm.

He was a mess now, all loud moans and cries of pleasure. "Can I cum in your mouth?" he sighed.

"Oh my god yes baby, cum as hard as you want. Please cum in my mouth while I suck you" I begged.

He released his cock and pleaded "Suck it off baby...suck it off"

I took the base of his dick in my left hand and held my tongue out, extended under his huge head, licking and mouthing the tip.

He was nearly ready to explode and I wanted to hold him here as long as I could without frustrating him, not teasing, not being cruel, just taking a moment to make sure the blood was pounding in his brain, and that he knew how much I wanted to feel him cum as hard and as long as he could; how much I wanted him to loose control of himself without reservation. 

As I caressed his cock with my mouth and tongue I spoke to him. He was looking down at me, waiting for me to engulf his cock now on the edge of eruption. He didn't want it to end so he indulged me, knowing he would soon feel my warm mouth take his cum.

"Are you ready to cum in my mouth?" I whispered to him.

"My god yes baby, do it to me" he panted

"Let it all go baby" I whispered "Give it all to me. Cum as hard and as long as you want, I'll keep sucking you 'til you're finished"

"Oh ya baby" he pleaded in a whimper "Suck me off, suck me 'til I cum. I'm gonna cum so hard"

Holding the base of his cock I took one last look at this incredibly beautiful, unique dick jutting out hard from his body, his perfect balls, the gray hair covering him, the hard, bulging veins, a cock head now so enormous and purple with arousal it seemed twice as round as his cock, a generous glistening flow of precum beginning to ooze from the deep, open slit of his head, and all that wonderful skin sheathing his shaft as though wrapped in a blanket.

I pulled his cock in and out for one last look at how the flesh gathered, pulled it all forward, licked the thick coat of skin pushing against the ridge of his cock for a few seconds, then with one full motion of my tongue, swathed the slit of his dick clean of precum. I tasted him, that wonderful, pungent taste of a man's semen I loved so much. I moved my hand back to the base of his enormous powerful cock as I opened my mouth wide and slowly, gently guided my mouth over the bulb of his head, whimpering as I took him. The firm round flesh of his head now fully in my mouth, I began to gently stroke the skin of his dick, pulling as much of him into my mouth as I could. His dick was so hot in my mouth now, his body heat releasing waves of strong musk that I breathed in deeply, the scent of a man about to erupt in orgasm.

I moved my head in and out, sucking and sucking his cock, moaning in pleasure as I communicated my desperate desire to take all that his body could give me in orgasm. Surrendering myself to him as I caressed his ass and thigh with my free hand, letting him know that my moment of pleasure had also arrived with the loving, complete, unconditional acceptance of every drop of his sperm into a mouth that wanted only to experience his utter sexual gratification.

As I sucked his cock, he savored the last seconds of buildup to his orgasm. His body began to convulse, his breathing hard and gasping, his voice now pitched high and pleading, "Oh god baby...oh god...oh god yes...yes...yeeeess" he screamed loudly.

As one last surprise, and to intensify his orgasm through an irresistible stimulation, I slowly swished my tongue left and right under his cock where his dick was most sensitive.

"Oh-ya-baby-thaaaats-it-thaaats-iiiit," he cried as his mind and body slid down that swirling, spinning ride into orgasm.

I could feel his cock throb as he began to cum. I felt a large flow of precum slicken the walls of my mouth, and then at last he blurted out a cry as a hard spurt of semen gushed into my mouth. With each spurt of sperm he yelled out loudly in a crying growl, drew a deep fast breath and cried out again like a giant bear. His body was convulsing violently as he struggled to stay on his feet. One, two, three, four powerful eruptions of semen shot from his cock into the back of my throat. I held his huge dick firmly in my left hand, and his ass in my right so I could be sure he would not slip form my mouth as he swayed and convulsed, cuming so incredibly strong and hard, shuddering and quivering as he screamed out in his pleasure. As his spasms continued, I could feel his cock throb, his sperm now coming in long flows as he continued to fill my mouth with a copious load of semen. His cock pulsed hard as he came, throbbing with each expulsion so hard I could feel it pump larger each time. As his orgasm subsided he continued to cry out, letting me know he was not ready to leave my mouth. I continued to suck him long after the last convulsions wracked his body. As his dick lost the rock hardness of his orgasm, I pulled him in and out and felt that delicious, wonderful foreskin once again slide up over his head, then back off. With my mouth full of his sperm, I felt all that skin bathed in slickness as I wallowed his foreskin with my tongue. He was spent now, flinching and moaning in high pitches as he stared down at me holding his cock and his huge load of cum in my mouth.

He placed his hand on the side of my face and coursed my cheek as he slowly withdrew his dick from my mouth full of his cum. He stared down in disbelief and gentle gratitude. I raised my face to him and displayed my mouth full of his sperm. "God that's beautiful baby". I closed my mouth slowly and sensually swallowed the large spill of sperm he had given me. "Oh god" he panted "Oh god". And now I knew something else that was different with each man, the taste of his cum. It was distinctly different from my cousins from years ago, but it was just as wonderful and felt just as amazing as I savored the thick coating of his jizzum remaining in my mouth. 

I smiled contentedly up at him and kissed his belly, thighs and sank down to gently tongue those enormous balls. I kissed his dick all over, now going limp and pulled the remaining vestiges of sperm to the tip of his head and licked his slit clean. I kissed the head of his cock and asked, "How was that?" as I licked my lips clean of the glossy sheen of his sperm.

"Oh my god that was incredible" he sighed in complete satisfaction. "I've never had anyone make me cum that hard. I don't know how the fuck you did those things to me but I'm absolutely serous, I've never had a blow job even close to that good".

"I told you I got off on giving head," I declared. "I don't know why I just really, really got off on this"

"Shit", he panted, "I feel guilty. I don't do guys and couldn't compare to that if I did, but I feel like I should do something for you"

"There is one thing you can do for me" I replied

"What's that?" he asked.

"You can lay down on the bead and let me suck you off again!" I exclaimed

"THAT"S what I can do for YOU?" he asked with surprise.

"I told you that's all I wanted"

"Give me about a half hour" he said collapsing on the bed.

As he lay naked sprawled on the bead, I excused myself to the bathroom. "Don't move," I said over my shoulder as I walked away.

I ran the water hot and soaked a hand towel, rung it out and returned to him. Setting on the side of the bed I gently cleaned his sticky, glistening cock and balls with the warm towel. He loved this as he spread his legs wide so I could reach all of him. "Damn that feels really good. No one's ever done that to me."

"I'm a full service guy" I joked. We both laughed. 

"You convinced me," he said.

I went to the mini-bar and mixed a rum and coke as he drifted off in the afterglow of his orgasm. I sat on the sofa watching his still body as he drifted. I finished my drink as I gazed at his beautiful body, aching to take his cock in my mouth once again. I remembered the words he spoke that lead us to this room: "Do you like men?" What an understatement. My god do I like men. 

I fixated on him lying there, cock limp, balls resting on the bed between his legs. I wondered in amazement that something so vulnerable in it's resting state could have been such a source of something so strong and so full of a man's power as the explosive energy of the orgasm he had just had in my mouth. I felt a sense of amazement that I could make that incredible orgasm happen with just my lips, tongue and mouth and an obsessive dedication to giving men pleasure. It's a raging fetish I know, and I wondered where it came from as I considered what I would do for him next. But it doesn't really matter how I developed this fascination with men and their orgasms. It was something that gave me incredible satisfaction and I wanted more, with more men, more often. I hoped like hell it would not be another two years before I was alone in a hotel room with a man like this. I gave him his half hour of rest.

I returned to the bathroom, running the hot water as hot as I could get it. With a steaming cup of water I snuck quietly to the foot of the bed, crawled up between his legs and placed a hotel directory on the bed to my left to set my water on.




Blowing An Uncut Older Man



I lay between his legs now, slowly kissing the inside of his thighs to rouse him from his light sleep. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, turning his head to look down at my face eager to please him once more. "Hi there" he said. "Hi there" I answered.

"Don't move" I told him so he would not jostle the steaming hot water.

I moved my mouth down to his balls. I began to lick the sack of his balls, then worked my way up to his limp penis. Now it was simply a mound of flesh, his dick head disappeared into a foreskin that completely obscured all traces of his cock head, skin pulled up around it to form a fleshy tube tapering to a tiny hole like the bud of a flower. I ran my tongue the length of his cock lying limp in the crook of his thigh and belly. He moaned weakly as his cock slowly responded to my wet tongue. His dick began to fill out, not erect but into a larger lump of soft, veiny flesh. I rose up and lifted my water.

"What ya got there," he asked

"A surprise I think you'll like" I teased.

I took a large mouth full of the hot water and held it to warm the inside of my mouth. I swallowed the water and immediately took his soft cock in my mouth, taking it all in until my lips were pressed into the hairy mound around the base of his limp cock.

"Wooo, ooooh myyyy goood that's good" he exclaimed breathlessly.

His cock began to grow rapidly in my mouth, filling out as I held him in its wet heat. I sucked him slowly as he began to become erect and firm. He groaned and giggled a little at a delicious sensation he'd obviously never felt of a heated mouth on his cock.

I withdrew him and began to lick his balls and cock again. 

"Damn" he said in surprised approval "Do that again"

Once again I took a full mouth of hot liquid and held it, then swallowed and immediately engulfed his now semi-erect cock. 

"Oh ya...oh hell ya that's it baby," he moaned in shuddering breaths. This time his cock filled out to fully erect in my mouth. Once again his large cock head slid in and out of his foreskin as I stroked and suck his incredible dick. I treated him once more to my heated mouth until he was ready to let me settle in to making him cum again. He didn't take long at all this time. I spent about twenty minutes licking and sucking his balls and cock. Lifting his enormous, wonderful scrotum from the bed and pulling each orb into my mouth one at a time. Eager to take his cum, I smothered his hard cock in licks, kisses and bathed him with my slathering lips. With my tongue held flat and firm on the underside of his cock, just below that huge hard head, I stroked him firmly and rhythmically so that his foreskin slid up and down my tongue.

"Ohhhh, suck it off now I'm ready to cum"

He came in my mouth almost immediately as I took him in. He cried out in ecstasy as his body wreathed on the bed under me. He did not cum as hard but I felt him shoot twice as he convulsed for a long time in orgasm. As he finished in my mouth, his cock quickly became limp. I let it slip from between my lips and held his cum for a long time, just tasting him. I inserted the tip of my tongue into his deep foreskin to retrieve the sperm still held there. He tasted different this time, stronger and I wanted to taste it for as long as I could. I skinned the foreskin back from his flaccid dick and licked it clean of the thick residue of pearly white sperm.

I kissed his cock and balls again, thanking him for my second load of cum.

"Can you do that towel thing again?" he asked

"Certainly" I answered with a smile, glad he would remember this night and my special tricks.

I cleaned him up to his moans of satisfaction. 

We shared another drink and considered when we might cross paths again. He expressed an eagerness to meet again soon. His flight left out the next afternoon.

"I could stop by in the morning and say goodbye in the nicest possible way"

"I'd love that"

I slept contented that night, and knocked at his door at 8:00 AM. He was waiting for me for completely naked

"I need to shower," he said.

"Oh no you don't!" I declared 

The scent of his body was strong and masculine from his previous nights arousal. I found myself on my knees again in front of his large naked body. I knew what he liked now and quickly got him ready to cum again. 

As he stroked himself I took his balls in my mouth again, then licked his cock ravenously as he stroked. He taste strong and salty and I licked everywhere I could reach, his balls, thighs, belly, and legs. I wanted the taste of him to stay in my mouth forever. He pushed my head low and held my head below his huge cock as he stroked faster with a serous, determined look of concentration on his face. I knew what he wanted. Without a word I opened my mouth wide and held out my tongue to receive his cum. He aimed his cock directly at my tongue and open mouth, the head resting on my flat tongue as he stroked himself to an orgasm.

"Oh ya take it baby" he whispered as a flow of precum oozed onto my tongue, followed by several long streams of gushing sperm shooting into my mouth and onto my face as he jacked off his cock on me. He raised his dick to finish up on my face, rubbing his oozing cum covered cock across my mouth and cheeks as his sperm flowed from the slit of his huge dick head. Then he plunged his wonderful cum soaked dick into my mouth as I sucked his cock one last time. His dick was salty from his nights sleep as it mingled with the magic, wonderful taste of his semen. He slid out of my mouth and I was coved in his cum. He cleaned my face with his still erect cock and I licked him clean as he moved back and forth from my face to my mouth to feed me all the spunk he could gather on that lumpy, wrinkled tube of meat. I didn't want to let him go but he had a plane to catch. We said our goodbyes and did manage to hook up one more time a few weeks later, but we only had our two wonderful nights together. 

But I would go on to quickly find yet another unsatisfied married man much closer to home and spent a year as his very frequent little headgiver. And he would be my first big, beautiful, much older black man who happened to love watching a young, pretty white boy run his tongue through the cum he liked to shot all over his self. I'll tell you all about it in my next story!

-Headgiver444



Blowing Betty



Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c)2001 by Couture

*

"....last night I had a dream that I had a penis. I think I had it because I've been reading Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice, in which Lestat takes over a mortal's body." 

Betty continued telling me all about her dream last night, instead of doing her homework. She did look lovely though twirling her blonde hair around her finger and playing with the hem of her skirt. "Then he had to figure out how to use his penis again since he hadn't been mortal in centuries." 

I think it got stuck in my head somehow because my dream was kinda like that except, of course, I've *never* had a penis! That made it even weirder." 

God she was gorgeous when she did that. I tried not to look at those baby blue eyes peeking at me through her bangs, that way lies a broken heart, because pretty girls like that don't go out with geeks like me.

And this was exactly why I tried not to get involved in tutoring girls. Without fail, they always ended up taking advantage of me. They always treated me as if I was their sister, while I do their home- work *for* them. Why don't I have the nerve to tell them, I'll tutor you if you go out with me. I'm sure that is what the asshole she is probably dating would say, but not me I'm a *nice* guy.

Well the dream was a good diversion, usually most girls want to tell me about how their asshole boyfriends treat them like crap, but they love him anyway. That's was my problem, I'm too *nice*.

But, Betty was so pretty and she had pouted her moist lips when I tried to say no. How utterly adorable she looked, batting her forlorn blue eyes as she stuck out her lower lip and asked *puh-leze*. In the end, I never really stood a chance. 

So here I sat, doing Betty's homework, while she told me about her kinky dream of having a penis.

Hell, to make matters worse, I couldn't concentrate on doing her algebra homework without images of her standing naked, with a penis jutting out from her crotch filling my mind. I gave up on the homework temporarily, placing her book on top of my crotch to hide the tent that had formed in my crotch. I looked around at her bedroom at all the silly dolls and animals, as she tells me more about her dream. What kind of girl has so many dolls at nineteen, I wonder.

"Then, in the dream I was really confused about why I had the stupid thing." God! I looked down, and noticed that she was caressing her thighs. Could this dream be turning her on? 

"I was also really sad because I didn't understand how it worked and I felt really embarrassed. I kept crying about my lost vagina. At the end of the dream I heard a voice tell me, "Hang in there Betty, you'll figure out how it works soon enough!"

What a weird dream... huh Steve?" asked Betty, as she casually reached forward and squeezing my leg.

The feel of her hand touching me was wonderful. Could it be that she likes me or is she one of those touchie- feelie people? I wonder.

"Yes, that's a pretty ..." I cleared my troat . . . strange dream all right," I answered, trying not to let my emotions into my voice.

"You're so smart Steve, maybe you can analyze my dream for me. What do you think it means?" Betty flirtatiously asked batting her eyes at me. Is it my imagination or has her hand moved further up my thigh.

"Well," I said, trying to answer as knowledgeably as I could, "Maybe you feel weak and not in control of your life, so your subconscious mind projected you with a penis making you stronger." My own confidence in what I was saying propelled me on, and I found myself trying to sound as intelligent as I possibly could to impress her. After all, she had asked me to interpret the dream for her. "However," I continued, "Your conscious mind could not handle it. As a result, in your dream you couldn't figure out what to do with it."

Betty jumped up and her cheeks turned red. I looked down to escape the anger pouring out of her piercing blue eyes, which sent a chill down my spine.

"I thought you were a smart boy ... a nice boy, but you are just a chauvinist idiot like all the rest," she spat. 

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean it." I couldn't help but stare at her ass as she paced around my chair. You are even beautiful when you are angry, I thought as her hips swished from side to side. Uh oh, she caught me staring at her delectable bottom. I guess this is the end of our tutoring sessions. 

However, Betty smiled instead of becoming angry, as she walked behind my chair and crossed her arms around my chest. Then I felt her hot breath in my ear as she whispered, "Perhaps we should explore your interpretation of my dream a little further....hmmm Stevie?" She removed her hands from my chest and I heard the rustle of fabric, but as I turned to look, Betty stopped me cold. "Now ... now ... no peeking Stevie! Close your eyes and I'm going to give you a *big* surprise."

I heard the sound of her movements, then the squeeking of her bed springs of the small single bed in her dorm.

"Keep those eyes closed, I mean it!" she warned

"Now you have to promise me you won't tell anybody what you see, before you open up your eyes, okay?"

What is she doing? If she wants to have sex, I didn't bring a condom and I don't know what to do. I was scared of all these things, but the one thing I did know was that I wanted this to continue. "I promise Betty."

"Okay, you may open your eyes now, Stevie."

I opened my eyes quickly looking at Betty, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. I couldn't hide my disappointment. What was the big secret all about? She looked just as she did before, except she had a big shit-eaten grin on her face and she was looking in my lap.

I glanced down. Oh God! On top of the book in my lap, was a pair of silken pink panties. Could it be? I looked back up at Betty, as the blood drained from my face. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked her lips, as she stared straight through me, spreading her legs.

I looked up her miniskirt, between her lean thighs, at the blonde triangle of hair, sitting on top of the pink lips of her sex. I'm pretty sure I should be saying something right now. I'm sure some other guy could think of something sexy to say, but I can't do anything, except sit there with my mouth hung open, staring between her parted thighs. 

"So Stevie, do you think I am weak now?" she asked, still looking me right in the eyes. Those eyes made me nervous. 

"No ... no I don't," I stammered, looking down at her feet. No, that's not right. She'll think I'm not interested. How about her mouth? I'll look at her mouth, that's a good safe bet.

I had fantasies of losing my virginity before, but they always involve two shy people coming to terms with sex for the first time. However, Betty was the antithesis of this fantasy. She was forward and in control, while I hesitated, wondering what I was supposed to do.

Betty reached her right hand down between her thighs and spread the moist lips of her sex, allowing me to see the pink folds inside. "Do you like it, Stevie? Is it pretty?" Betty questioned me. 

"Y-yes it is . . . I mean . . . *you* are very beautiful." I replied. I suddenly became aware of my throbbing penis trying to free itself from the confines of my pants. 

I watched as Betty's hand moved between her legs. The rise and fall of her chest increased and I could hear squishing as she openly masturbated in front of me. "Why don't you take off your clothes and come get a closer look, Stevie? It won't bite." 

This girl was a little strange and forward, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that I would lose my virginity to someone so beautiful. I began to take off my clothes, but I felt embarrassed. I mean, even though I had seen her sex, she was still fully dressed. It didn't help matters that she stared straight at me, waiting for me to disrobe. 

I turned around and as I removed my pants, she gave wolf-whistled at me. "Cute ass!" she exclaimed. I walked toward her, my swollen cock trying to escape the confines of my briefs.

"Those too," she said pointing at my briefs, "Come on, be sexy when you take them off. Turn me on Stevie." She licked her lips again, while the sound of her finger squishing in her sex tormented me.

This is really awkward. I've only seen strippers on TV and they were all female, worse yet, I had always been kind of shy when it came to my body. I grabbed each side of my briefs and pulled down on one side and then the other as I shook my hips, blushing deeply as I tried to tease her with flashes of my cock. 

I felt silly, but at least she didn't laugh at me, but I couldn't bear to look in her eyes, so I kept my vision focused on the floor in front of me. I endured the embarrassment as long as I could, finally pulling the briefs off and putting them in the chair, while my penis bobbed up and down with each step. 

As I knelt down between her spread legs, Betty pulled her miniskirt up around her waist. 

"See Stevie, I have a cock too," Betty said as she reached down and pulled her clit hood back causing her nubbin to stick out from her sex. "Do you like my cock Stevie?" 

"Y-Yes," I answered, liking this new turn of events less and less. Why did she have to call it a cock? I certainly was embarrassing having to say that, just because of her stupid dream. 

"Then tell me you like my cock. I love it when boys talk dirty. Come on Stevie, turn me on!" she told me breathily. Her eyes winced briefly as she began to stroke her wet swollen clit with her middle finger, her hips bucking slightly in the process.

"I like your ah . . . cock, Betty." I wasn't really sure about this talking dirty stuff, it felt kind of degrading, not really much of a turn on at all. 

"Ohhh yeah . . . you want to suck it, don't you baby?" gasped Betty as she stuck her finger deep in her sex and then placed her wet digit in my mouth. I tentatively sucked the juices from her finger. I had worried that I wouldn't like the taste. Instead, I relished her musky flavor. 

Her finger popped out of my mouth as I answered, "Y-yes . . . please let me."

"Tell me about it. What do you want to suck Stevie? Do you want to suck my big hard dick? ... hmmm . . . do you Stevie?" she asked as she stuck her middle finger deep in her pussy, then pulling it out and placed the heel of her hand on my chin and her finger just outside of my mouth. I opened my mouth for her to stick in in, but she kept where it was teasing me.

"Please Betty, I want to s-s-suck your big hard dick," My cock pulsed as I said this, my face turning red. I had never felt so humiliated. I stuck out my tongue and licked the juices from her finger. "I need it Betty . . . please let me suck it." I was more determined now than ever to place my head between her lean thighs and taste her juices directly from the source.

"Okay, Stephie, the first rule of sucking cock is the teasing," she said. 

Did she just call me Stephie? I've always been embarrassed when a teacher calls me Stefin instead of Steven, much less calling me Stephie. However, I didn't feel like I was in the position to correct her, kneeling naked between her open thighs licking the juices off her finger.

"First place that gorgeous mouth right above my dick and blow your hot breath on it." I placed my mouth right next to her altar and exhaled slowly on her clit, causing her to moan. 

Now she's calling it a dick. How much more humiliating can this be? I looked at her little cock. It did resemble a penis, sticking up out of her sex as it was. 

"Ahhh . . . That feels so good my little cock teaser. Now give it some soft little kiss with those sexy lips..." I opened my mouth and closed my lips around her little nubbin kissing it. My mouth making wet sounds as I opened and closed my lips around it. ". . . mmmmm," Betty groaned.

"Make sure you turn your head to the side and look up at me, so I can see just how much you love sucking my dick."

I obeyed her request, looking up at her face while I kissed her little 'cock'. I feel little funny butterflies in my stomach as I realize except for her panties, she is still almost fully clothed, while I'm kneeling totally naked on the floor, while her blue eyes gaze deeply into my soul.

"Oh baby, you look so sexy! It is such a turn on for me watching a cutie like you suck my cock." Betty said as she ran her fingers through my hair. 

I wish she would quit calling it a cock. I guess she is just re-living her dream, but every time she says cock, it makes me feel peculiar and nervous about what I'm doing. I began to lick down her labia, in hopes of driving my tongue into the entrance of her sex, mere inches away.

I felt Betty's hand tighten in my hair, pulling me back up to her nubbin. "Stop teasin and get back to pleasin, Stephie," she demanded. I didn't seem to be getting anywhere with my desires, so I decided to play according to her rules. Opening my lips, I began to kiss her clit again, sucking air into my mouth, vibrating her little 'cock'. 

"Oh yeah, that's it baby!" Betty shouted as she pulled my face harder into her pussy. "Now stick a finger in me and flutter your tongue on the underside of my dick while you suck it."

Oh God! Here's the moment I've been waiting for, my first time entering a girl's pussy. I placed my finger in front of the tight gate to her sex and began to press it in and out, feeling her gate open and close on the tip of my finger. 

"Always remember Stephie, the underside is the most sensitive part of the dick."

Fluttering my tongue lightly against the underside of her tiny 'dick', I then drove my finger home. The sound of her moans let me know I was doing it right. It made me very happy to know that I was pleasing her.

"Ahhh fuck baby . . . you're a natural!" Betty moaned. "A natural born cocksucker. Oh yeah, curl your finger up and pretend like you are going to touch me from the other side." She moaned and spread her legs widely, her hips humping into my face and hand. "Oh yeah! that's my g-spot baby, just hold your finger *right there* and let me do the work." I did as she asked and she began rocking her hips, while my finger was buried inside her. 

"Play with your little clitty Stephie, while you suck my hard *dick*! Come on slut spread your legs, so I can see you work your little clit!"

Since my right hand was pleasuring her g-spot, I grasped my hard cock with my left. I had never masturbated with my left hand and I couldn't seem to get a good rhythm going. Finally, I just kept my hand balled up around my dick and thrusted my hips, fucking it as if it were a pussy. 

"Mmmmm . . . Oh! Oh! Now bob your head on my dick! Swallow it Stephie!" I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, as I began to get into this strange role reversal. It was simple really, all I had to do for her, was what I wanted her to do for me. I sucked her engorged button in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down stretching its length.

My balls began to pulse and I stopped humping my hand so that I wouldn't cum prematurely. I could feel a few drops leak from the head of my penis onto her floor. 

"Goddamnit don't you dare stop bitch! You almost made me cum, just from watching you work your clit, my little tease!" 

How could I tell her I was about to cum, with my mouth bobbing up and down on her button? Fuck! I was so close to the edge. I resumed fucking my hand, slowly this time, to prolong my pleasure.

"Oh . . . Ahh . . . Ahh! Harder bitch *harder*!!!" 

I could feel my knees burn as they squeaked against unforgiving wood of the floor. Looking up past her lean thighs, I saw her little dolls and teddy bears lying on her bed, surrounding her. I almost laughed at the thought of this cute sweet sixteen year old, who had all these toys like a little girl, getting me to suck her 'dick', while I knelt there naked on her floor. 

My hips begin to jerk involuntarily the warm feeling of pleasure spreading up from my balls. Oh God! I was getting ready to cum!

"Oh fuck! Oh! Look in my eyes Stephie . . . ahhh while you suck my dick!" 

I looked up into her half-lidded eyes. She looked so powerful up there, pumping her hips into my face. She winced and chewed on her lip, while she thrust. It was the most beautiful sight, I had ever seen.

"Mmmmmm" she moaned. "Keep lookin in my FUCKIN eyes!"

I can feel my cum rushing up to the head of my cock, I'm not going to stop myself this time, I can feel my balls begin to pump. 

"You're cumming AHH AHHH aren't you bitch . . . mmmmm . . . Squeal around my cock when you cum."

"Eeeeeee---ahhhhh" I squealed and my lips vibrating around Betty's hard clit as I ejaculated rope after rope of cum on the hardwood floor.

"Oh FUCK keep bobbin that head Stephie . . . oh! . . . . you are making me CUM baby! Oh Oh Oh Ohhhhhh."

I could feel the muscles in her pussy tense, gripping my finger as she ground her hips up and down. I felt an inner glow of pride knowing that *I* was making her cum.

"Mmmmm, ohhh Stephie," she cried as she collapsed on top of me.

Our spent bodies huddled together, capturing the after glow. I knelt between her thighs, head resting on the blonde hair of her crotch, finger still buried in her sweet sex. While she sat on the bed, splayed legs gripped my shoulders, her upper body protectively draped across my back, soft hands caressing my ass and back.

Betty sat back up, closing her lean thighs, but keeping my head trapped between her hand at the back of my neck and the knees underneath my chin. Betty smiled and looked down at me condescendingly. "Well, Stephie, it looks like I figured out how to use my cock after all, doesn't it?" 

I blushed, feeling manipulated and used, as my gaze dropped to her lap. On one hand, I had sex with a girl that was way out of my league. On the other, would she call me Stephie if she met me on campus? Would she tell her friends and laugh at me behind my back? Looking up at her piercing blue eyes, I knew I loved her and wanted to be with her again, yet if I did, would I just be her 'cocksucker'? 

Judging from the look of superiority on her face, as she looked down at me, I couldn't imagine she still respected me. I glanced back down to the toys on her bed, wondering if I was just another doll or bear for her to play with? I could feel tears begin to form in my eyes and I desperately wanted my clothes back on. 

"Awwwww, don't look sad Stephie, you were right too. Having a cock does give me power and control doesn't it baby?" Betty tilted my head back and began smearing her juices over my face. 

'Come on man, this is your last chance. Get off the floor, put your clothes back on and leave right now or stay here and fall completely under this young witch's compelling spell,' I told myself. 

She smiled, batted her bright blue eyes, then tickled my lips with her wet finger. I looked into those eyes and lost myself. My lips parted and I could taste her flavor as she moved her finger in my mouth. 

Afterwards, Betty spread her knees and pushed me down to the floor. I looked between her tennis shoes and saw the jism covered linoleum floor coming closer and closer.

"Remember good girls swallow," she whispered in my ear laughing.

The End 



Blowing Big Brother



Author's Note: Obviously this is listed as a incest/taboo genre story however, it is also very much a nonconsent/reluctance story and a gay male story so if those things aren't your thing then please take note. Oh and please take the chance to leave feedback, comments, votes and suggestions because there are further chapters of this story planned.

*

I never really like my big brother, NeIl. He was nine years older than me and we just seemed to be from different generations. He always seemed so stuck up and pompous to me even when he was only a teenager. And he was always so damned right and sanctimonious. And he was Mum's favourite, her blue eyed boy that could do no wrong, especially once Dad left us. My sister Kelly always seemed to feel the same. She was three years younger than him and it he obviously annoyed her about as much as me. I was the youngest and as youngest children are wont to do I rebelled as I got older, which indirectly is why I was sitting in the ante room to my big brother's office about to do something I vowed I would never do -- ask him to help me out.

I was 21 and since leaving school had pretty much successfully wasted the three years between leaving school and then. It all went wrong when I found out that I was quite the pool player and if I was smart enough there was easy cash to be made that way. So I made easy cash and then started betting it on the horses and won more than I lost, which brought me to the attention of some frankly undesirable pseudo gangsters who I started playing cards with. Despite early victories I started losing and then losing big and here I was owed some pretty nasty characters £10,000 or my kneecaps were going to be broken. And I was pretty fond of my kneecaps.

Neil, meantime, was a tycoon, a financial whiz kid. Had made his money in stocks and shares and sold at the right time and was now Managing Director of his own engineering company and as all the local press liked to tell us it was going places, landing some pretty major national contracts. In short he was minted and was the only viable idea I could come up with for getting that level of cash in a week (which was all I had).

God I felt like I was sitting in my old Headmasters office here, waiting for my brother. His ultra young and ultra sexy secretary had showed me in here when I arrived unannounced and said she would do what she could but that "Mr. Clark was extremely busy". So I took a seat and thought back on some less than pleasant memories. Like the many times Neil got his way, we played the games he wanted to play when he wanted to play them and it never really mattered what I liked. I guess that was part and parcel of being a much younger brother but it used to annoy the hell out of me and I would hate it and take whatever joy I could from his all too infrequent cock ups. I think I did annoy Neil though, almost as if I should have liked and respected him just because he was my older brother, but I didn't I disliked him and treated him as a joke to me wherever I could. 

My train of thoughts was interrupted as the sexy secretary (I wondered if Neil ever tried it on with her then dismissed the notion, he was too much of a prude, always had been, to do something like that) returned and informed me he made a space in his schedule to see me. So promising myself to leave all past grudges in that waiting room I followed her (man, what a piece of ass she was!) and was led through a maze of corridors until I was shown into his office.

He was sat there behind his large desk looking as smug and self satisfied as ever, even though he was only 30 he looked about ten years older and probably wanted to look like that. He was well built and had obviously been spending time in his own personal gym at home and didn't even bother to get up as I entered and the door shut behind me. Looking back now I wish I had never gone in there.

He pointed at the chair across from him, it was lower than his and put you at a disadvantage straight away. He didn't ask how I'd been or anything, he just cut straight to the chase.

"So little brother, what do you want?"

"Hey Neil, who says I want anything, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Yeah right. Save it, I don't have time to waste listening to it. What is it? You're in trouble and need me to bail you out? That it? Yeah, I can see it is. How much you need then?"

God, he was such a condescending prick. I felt like I was a teenager all over again. Anything else and I would have stormed out of there flipping him the middle finger on the way. But truth was I was scared, I was in with some bad men, that you did not fuck about with. So I kept my temper and tried to appeal to his better nature.

"Ok, you're right Neil I'm in a bit too deep, owe some gangsters a bit of money and it would be cool if you could help me out with a loan."

"Ha, that's a good one! A loan. And when would you pay me back? Anyway how much is this 'loan' for? A thousand? Two?"

Shit, no wonder he was good at business I was a mess already and blurted out "ten thousand or I get some plastic surgery that I don't need". He found that funny but rather than laughter his humour was just a smile. A very cruel smile. He sat tapping his pen for a few moments and in those moments I remembered every thing I hated about my brother. He was making me wait deliberately and I was fairly sure it was only to answer in the negative anyway. Then he stopped tapping and looked over at me.

"Ten thousand? I suppose I could get the money, come back at twelve tomorrow, but you'll have to do something first to get the cash, we won't call it a loan, more a payment for services rendered."

I didn't like the sound of that but what could I do? I was being offered a possible way out of my troubles and the survival instinct took over so I thanked him and let him get his secretary to show me out (and I got another good look at those long legs of hers), I even tried chatting her up but she just looked at me like I had two heads and blew me off. Ah well, can't get everything I thought to myself. I was certainly happier leaving than I had been going in but I couldn't shake the feeling there was still a twist to this, Neil was like that and I'd be a fool to trust him even if I was his little brother.

*

When I returned to his offices the next day that damned secretary was still there to greet me grinning from ear to ear. Sure she was a cute blonde but something about her was starting to annoy me and all the more so when it became apparent she now knew I was her boss's brother. She gave me a very knowing smile and led me through to Neil's office and somewhat to my surprise stayed with us, standing adjacent to his desk as he addressed me.

"Good to see you again little brother, I've got the money, as you can see."

And with that he flipped open a briefcase and removed a thick pile of notes. It was what I needed but there was something palpably wrong here. I looked at the expectant secretary and back at Neil.

"Thanks Neil, but shouldn't we be doing this in private, I mean I don't want everybody knowing our business."

He just laughed and winked at the secretary.

"Oh don't worry about Miss Kebbler, she knows all my business, she's my right arm, so to speak. Besides I want her to see what you're going to do for the money."

Uh-oh.

"And what is that. You know I'm grateful for you helping me out like this, I'll do anything to repay you, I really will."

The next few seconds would remain with me until the day I die. Without a word of a lie and with a big, cheesy, shit eating smile he looked first at Miss Kebbler then directly at me and said.

"Good. That being the case John I want you to get undressed, get down on your knees and crawl over here and suck my cock."

To say the next moments were charged with stunned silence would be understating it. Eventually I found my voice.

"What the fuck! You're joking aren't you?!"

But I knew instinctively he wasn't. I could see it in his eyes. He hadn't changed from all those years ago, he was still a domineering bully who had to get his way. I just hadn't realised what a sick freak he really was. And saying that in front of his bimbo secretary? Twisted as fuck. He smiled coldly at me as he spoke again.

"No I am not joking. The only joke in this room is you. You are a pathetic, sad little joke brother. Pathetic. And if you want me to bail you out of the mess you have managed to create for yourself you will do as I say and allow me to glory in your humiliation. You always were a cocky little shit, needing down a peg or two."

God, I could have swung for him there and then but I didn't, I called him a "sick arsehole" and stormed out but before I was out the door he called after me.

"You'll be back little brother and you'll do what I say. And you know the best part? When you come here all sheepish asking to see me, Stacy here will know exactly why you're here and what you're going to do!"

I paid his words little heed and stormed out of there to find a pub and get drunk, which I was very successful in doing.

*

I spent the rest of that day and the whole of the next getting drunk and trying, unsuccessfully to forget my woes. I couldn't shake what Neil had demanded of me, it was so fucking sick, I must have shaken my head at it so much the bartender would have thought it was going to fall off. When I eventually made it home it was to collapse on my bed and at least forget everything in a fog of drunken sleep.

I was rudely awoken by a glass of water to my face the following afternoon. I was still dressed in two day old clothes as I stuggled to get up. Standing over me was a hulk of a man, I recognised him as one of Mike Manson's (the guy I owed the money to) goons and immediately was wary -- had they brought the deadline forward? Had I slept too long? It took me a moment to realise it wasn't just an empty glass he was holding but that in his other hand he was waving my passport from side to side.

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head. We're just going to keep hold of this just in case you get any ideas of making a break for it. Remember Mr. Manson wants his money in the next four days or you're going to a little less mobile. Get it?"

I got it even without him grabbing my ankle and giving it a nasty little twist. I was fucked, more or less and the only possible way out was doing something so sick, so bizarre that it made me want to puke just thinking about it.

I know Kelly, my big sister would have helped me out in a heartbeat but there were two problems with asking her for a loan. One her husband hated me and would no doubt give her even more of a hard time than normal if she helped me out. But perhaps more importantly she just wouldn't have that kind of money, Neil was the only one of the three of us to make good, and he damn well knew it.

I spent most of that day contemplating what it would be like to suck my brother's cock. I had never even thought about having to suck off any man let alone my brother, I could honestly say I was not that way inclined. The very thought was repugnant to me and anytime my mind created the image I had to struggle to get rid of it, slowly but surely I was preparing myself for having to do this. Maybe I could hope that Neil was not entirely serious and just wanted to humiliate me to make me agree to do it and not really serious with making me carry through, but it was a faint hope for me. Anyway, the more I thought about it the more I was justifying doing it in my mind and by the time I went to bed I had decided that there was no other way out of the mess I had got myself into but to go back to Neil's offices and do what he wanted. God! I hardly slept a wink of sleep that night.

I arrived at the offices around lunch time, hoping to avoid that damned secretary of his but no such luck because as soon as I had pushed open the large glass entrance door there she was, giving me a beaming wide, but very knowing smile. And this time there was definitely no flirting from me, I just asked to speak to my brother. Her reply was more than a little condescending and pretty much torpedoed any hopes I had that this had all been a sick joke.

"Mr. Clark left instructions with me that when you came back in about the matter we discussed earlier this week I was to tell you to come back at 5.30 that day. Mr. Clark is busy and will deal with you then. I take it you are here regarding the um, matter?"

I nodded, wanting the ground to swallow me up and got out of there as fast as I could.

One long, drawn out afternoon later I was back at the offices and everybody seemed to be gone, the car park was deserted but to no surprise Miss Kebbler was sitting smiling behind her desk awaiting me. As soon as I arrived she buzzed through to Neil and listened to him for a few moments, then she led me through to his office, my heart beating a hundred to the dozen. But when we arrived he was nowhere to be seen and Miss Kebbler perched herself on his desk facing me and addressed me like I was some dumb office junior or something.

"Right then. Mr. Clark will be along presently, in the meantime he asked me to get you ready, so to speak, so if you could start off by undressing."

Said so matter of factly that she could have been asking me to make a cup of coffee. I tried once more to reason with her and asked to speak with my brother but it was a waste of breath and we both knew it so before too long I was taking my clothes off. She watched me intently, as if judging every inch of my body as I disrobed. I am nothing to write home about but not unattractive either but that didn't stop me feeling completely uncomfortable when I was down to just my pants and I hesitated.

"Those as well. Come on, Mr. Clark doesn't have all day, he's a busy man you know."

How humiliated I felt as I slid my underpants off and handed them to her and stood there, stark naked in my brothers office. Miss Kebbler then popped off the desk and approached me and began to run her fingers along my flaccid cock, getting some signs of life from it. I gave her a surprised look but she just ignored it and continued down my slowly stiffening cock to stroke and then massage my balls.

The effect was amazing, she had such talented fingers, my cock sprung to full attention and though I fought from enjoying it and being aroused I had no chance. Just as I had closed my eyes to fully enjoy her ministrations I felt her hand leave my crotch and I opened them to see her holding a plastic ruler up and she then measured the length of my cock! With me still staggered by this she moved to the desk and pressed her intercom phone again.

"About five and a half inches, Mr Clark. What? Oh yes, much smaller than you Sir."

Was all she said before sharing a laugh and putting the phone down. Then she turned to me and gave me that malicious smile again.

"Right, nearly done, why don't you get ready for your brother by getting down on your knees?"

My head was a muddle by now and almost involuntarily I did so, dropping onto me knees and waiting. Almost the minute I was down there the door opened and in came Neil. He was dressed in a brand new power suit and looked immaculate. He gave Miss Kebbler a pat on her delectable ass and looked down at me pitifully.

"See little brother I told you it would come to this. Still, it's nice to see you're as excited as I am at this. Pity it's so small though, guess I got all the luck in that department."

He said this pointing to my rock hard erection. Oh god, he I was naked and on my knees and about to suck my hated big brothers cock and I was sporting a throbbing erection. The secretary smiled again, she had certainly done her job!

Neil pulled the case with the money out and opened it on the table. Then he turned to stand before me, undid his zipper and casually flipped out a very long and very thick penis. It was about four inches from my face and I could not believe I was about to do this.

"Stacy, get the camera, still and video I want a record of this. Now little brother you can get started, I want you to suck me off until I come in your mouth. You do that and you can have the money."

Time seemed to stand still as I knelt there, feeling my own hard cock throbbing between my legs until I finally opened my mouth and leaned forward. When the tip of Neil's cock touched my lips it was like a jolt of electricity had shot through my body and I recoiled but he reached down and guided my head back towards his crotch.

"Get it in your mouth and suck it if you want the money, bitch!"

That was the first time he called me 'bitch' or 'his bitch' but by no means was it to be the last time. He was so imposing and demanding and down here on my knees before him I felt so small and insignificant and I opened my mouth and let him slide nearly all his nine inch cock into my mouth. The taste, smell and overall sensation was horrible, disgusting and yet I was still brick hard, why was that? I just wanted this over as quickly as I could so I started to slobber all over his penis, pushing his wet foreskin back with my tongue and rubbing it frantically over his sensitive penis cock head.

I nearly gagged as I felt some of his thick black pubic hair against my teeth and his heavy balls at my lips then slapping against my chin as he began to rock back and forth gently fucking my face. I moved my eyes to the side of his thighs just as his bitch of a secretary took a picture of me with my mouth stuffed full of my big brothers cock. She gave me a mock wave and blew a kiss at me. I was really starting to despise that cunt!

Neil started to move about so that his hard cock invaded and covered every last inch of my oral cavity. He rocked from side to side so that his dick poked against the sides of my cheeks like I was a demented human hamster. I could feel his slick penis all over my teeth, like it was a toothbrush being forcibly rubbed all over them. My tongue was drowning in a sea of saliva, drool and thick pre-cum from Neil's cock and humiliatingly it was starting to escape from the sides of my mouth and dribble down my chin and onto my bare chest.

I opened my eyes wide and looked as far upwards as I could manage to find my big brother with a look of absolute contempt on his face as he met my stare, I realised then how little I actually was to him, right then nothing more than a mouth to fuck. I quickly found myself unable to match his glare and instead dropped my eyes and set to sucking again.

My first ever effort at male oral sex came to an end a little short of fifteen minutes after it reluctantly began. Neil started to grunt and his whole body seemed to stiffen up, his thrusts becoming jerky and spasmodic. Mentally I braced myself for this final humiliation but even as I was preparing myself I felt his cock burst into action spurting a warm burst of thick, creamy sperm into my mouth, along the length of my tongue and hitting the back of my throat.

I gagged again and struggled to get my mouth free but he held me in place and continued to pump his sour seed deep into me until he had emptied his balls into my unwilling mouth. He finished by slapping his messy dick a few times against my lips and then he stood back to allow his secretary to get a few post oral snapshots.

He zipped up quickly and handed the money to me as I still knelt there, still sporting a hard-on.

"There you go little brother, let me know when you need more."

I grabbed the cash before spitting back.

"Fuck you asshole, you'll never see me again!"

To be continued...

NEXT: BUGGERED BY BIG BROTHER



Blowing David



David was one of my first fuck-buddies. It seems a little strange to call him that, actually, because he never once put his dick in my pussy, but he did make me suck him off hundreds of times. He turned me into his little blowjob slut, ready to drop to my knees at any time, anywhere.

He was an older guy, had a grown-up daughter about my age. We worked together occasionally, became good friends before I ever considered doing anything sexual with him.

One night after work we went out for dinner. We drank a bottle of wine between us, then went back to his place, where we climbed up on the roof with two joints. My resistance being higher than his I ended up smoking most of the second myself.

He urged me not to drive home, so I let him set up the sofa bed for me.

I stirred in the night, and when I let one eye peep open I saw David standing watching me from the bathroom door. Before he noticed me I had time to see his pyjamas were bulging.

He noticed I was half awake and jumped, saying, "Sorry, I was just on my way to the bathroom."

"To do what?" I asked impishly.

"What do you think?" he answered, grumpy at being busted.

"You'll have to wait for that to go down," I observed, gesturing at his erection, which jumped.

I traced the outline of his cock through his cotton boxers, then gripped it, feeling it throb as it stiffened further.

As I tugged his shorts down I smiled up at him, letting his cock bounce up and slap me in the face. Unable to resist, I engulfed the head in my mouth before I pulled his boxers all the way down, keeping my lips tight around him as he stepped out of them. 

I began to suck on him, slowly, sexily, bobbing my head back and forth along his shaft, eyes closed as if nothing else in the world mattered. I heard him sigh, then growl softly over the gentle sounds of me sucking tenderly on his big dick.

"Mmm, that feels so nice!" he murmured, looking down as I ministered lovingly to his throbbing organ. "You're so good at that."

"That's because it's my favourite thing in the world to do, sweetie," I replied before I wrapped my lips once more around his heavenly shaft.

I continued to pleasure his cock, listening to his heavy breathing and the sounds of my sloppy, lazy lips slurping and sucking around his slick shaft. It was a perfect moment, he was getting an unexpected blowjob, and I had a cock to suck for no reason other than that I love sucking cock and took the opportunity.

He didn't touch me, just stood at the foot of the bed and allowed me to suck him as I wanted, to lick up his precum and taste it, to explore him with my tongue at my leisure, and to ease his cock into my throat and bury my nose in his pubic hair. I did all of that, thoroughly enjoying the process of pleasing him orally.

Then, as I was tickling his balls with my fingers and slowly milking the length of his shaft with my lips I felt him tense up, and suddenly he was filling my mouth with his sperm as he let out a long, low growl. I scooped up the overflow from my chin, and looked up at him cheekily to show him my mouth full of his big load before I swallowed it with obvious enjoyment.

"That was really good, babe, thanks," he whispered, smiling down at me.

"Any time, David," I replied. "I mean it, just let me know and I'll give you another one."

"I'm gonna take you up on that," he warned as he wandered off to the bathroom to do what he originally came downstairs to do.

Blowing David for Breakfast

The morning after I first sucked his cock I woke up naked in David's spare bed. I climbed the stairs to his bedroom, looking for him, and eventually found him in the kitchen wearing a towel and cooking scrambled eggs. I said I would take a shower, but he told me to eat breakfast first, while it was hot. I got his dressing gown from his bedroom and wrapped the heavy robe around me as I went out onto his balcony into the warm sun.

The view wasn't much, just out over David's little courtyard where he parked his car, then a laneway behind that which provided access to the back of all the shops one street over. David soon appeared, still in just a towel, with a steaming plate.

"Full cooked breakfast," he said, putting down the plate, "Eggs, bacon, sausage, tomato and toast."

I thanked him and started to eat, and after a few mouthfuls naively asked, "Where's the sausage?"

He opened up his towel to flash at me, his back to the street, and I burst out laughing. He just stood there holding the towel open until I stopped, then took a step toward me. God, that cock looked so irresistible!

"Well, I did promise," I murmured as I leaned forward, lifting his tumescent dick and slipping it into my mouth. Taking advantage of his soft state, I slurped the whole thing into my mouth and began to massage it using my tongue, feeling it grow, harden, and slowly push its way into my throat. I massaged him with my throat as long as I could, enjoying the surprise on his face that gave way to pleasure, until his dick got too stiff to stay in there in that position.

I pulled off, gasping for air, leaving thick strings of saliva and precum joining my mouth to his cock. I reached for his shaft with one hand while the other began to fondle his balls as I started to suck passionately on his knob. After a few minutes of slurping he surprised me by dropping the towel, leaving him naked in the sun, his back facing the delivery entrances of all the shops. I felt my pussy get wet and sticky as I imagined the view anyone coming out for a cigarette break would get, knowing that if they looked carefully enough they'd see my knees and shoulders behind him, and they'd know he had a slut sucking him off on his balcony.

He took my head between his hands, gently holding it steady as he slowly began thrusting his cock in and out of my lips, varying the depth. I let him take control, and let go of his rigid shaft, running my fingers down my neck and over my breasts, pulling on my nipples as I gazed up into his eyes.

"You like that, huh?" he asked. I made a muffled, incoherent but affirmative noise.

"You my little blowjob slut?"

I moaned, a little louder, enjoying the exhibitionism now.

"Like how it tastes?" he asked, letting go of my head, allowing me to pop his cock loudly from between my lips and, between gasps, moan loudly, "God, yes! Give me more of that delicious cock!"

Grabbing his cock by the root I plunged it into my mouth, wrapping my lips tight around the hot shaft, my cheeks caving in as I sucked hard on it. I bobbed my head, pumped him with my hand and caressed his balls. My mouth sucked and slurped and licked and slobbered, my whole being focused on releasing his load of cum. I was proud of my cocksucking skills, but he had me on my knees for forty-five minutes, working hard.

Eventually he threw back his head and grunted, and I felt his body move, and before I knew it he had pulled his cock out of my mouth and with a series of loud groans was spraying my face with semen.

"Like that cum?" he asked me. I nodded. "I'm gonna hold on and make you really earn every drop from now on."

The idea of sucking him for ages at a time stirred something within me. I knew I'd be spending a lot more time with that big cock in my mouth. He stepped around me, leaving me kneeling in the morning sun on his balcony, exposed, cum-coated and happy. As he stepped inside he said, "You'll probably want to take that shower now, slut."



Blowing Joe



*Author's Note: This story is based on true events. The bad haircut and the breast smoosh in the bathroom actually happened. The rest is my wishful thinking...although I did get a crack at my friend's brother years after that day, and he did not disappoint. Enjoy. 



 My friend's little brother caught my eye after a bad haircut. He came home and slunk in, mumbling about his hair to his older brother, Jason, my close friend, who I was visiting while on break from college. Jason and his younger brother, Joe, were tradesmen and attended their local community college, so I only saw Jason when I was home. Joe I had rarely seen, not since high school, but today I got a good look at him. 

 Someone had really screwed up his hair. I suppressed a giggle as I watched him trying to comb it into submission, but whoever cut it had done a number on his dark locks. It was no use. 

 "Need a professional?" I asked. Jason hooked a thumb in my direction. "Oh, yeah, dude, Kara took cosmetology in high school. She can totally fix that for you."

 I nodded. "I can totally fix that for you." 

 He turned grateful chocolate eyes on me. "You can?" 

 "Yes." I told Jason to grab some scissors and meet us in the bathroom. 



 Their bathroom was tiny, to say the least. I had Joe sit on the toilet while I did my best to fix the butchery, which gave him an eyeful of my generous tits, a fact I realized after I caught him staring at them as if in a trance. I wasn't trying to put them in his face, but that's just where they wound up. Still, it was flattering – if predictable – that he was entranced by my breasts.

 But he was so shy he barely made eye contact. He was difficult as hell to make conversation with, because he answered in such brief replies that I gave up after a few attempts and just worked, listening to the sounds of our breath, which was actually sexy as hell. It was particularly enjoyable when I "accidentally" brushed my cleavage across the side of his face. The hitch in his breath told me I'd accomplished tempting him.

 I fixed his hair and he scurried out of the bathroom like a mouse, muttering thanks as he went. And I watched him go, noticing for the first time that he had certainly filled out nicely since I'd seen him last. He'd been barely eighteen and skinny as a rail when I'd last visited their apartment a year ago. Now he was definitely taller, a whole lot more muscular, and altogether more handsome. 

 I had to tell Jason that I'd pressed up against his brother in the bathroom. "That's more tit than that kid's ever had in his life," he hooted. "He's probably upstairs right now jerking it."

 God, I hoped so. 

 Later in the week I returned. I knew full well that Jason was in class for another 45 minutes, but I pretended I'd gotten my days mixed up when Joe answered the door and managed to look me in the face long enough to tell me that Jason wouldn't be home for another hour or so. I asked if I could wait there, and he agreed, although I could see by his body language that he was nervous to be alone with me. 

 We sat down on the couch. He had been watching some really awful action movie before I showed up, and it was still dragging on. It was all I could do not to roll my eyes at it. But he was barely watching it now...more like sneaking glances at me and nervously clearing his throat.

 I took him in. He was muscular, but not too muscular. The dark hair and eyes, my personal favorite. Olive, velvety skin. Big, capable hands with long fingers. Full lips with a slightly pouty bottom lip that begged to be sucked. And I looked at all the favorite parts of a man I like to consider when I'm trying to decide whether or not I find him attractive. The side of his neck, just under his ear. The inside of his bicep. His thumbs. He was exquisite. 

 So I went for broke. "Tired of this movie yet?" I asked.

 He looked at me, confused but no longer as nervous. I stood up and slowly began removing my boots. He watched, and I shed my scarf next, unwinding it from around my throat. When I peeled my sweater, he gulped. And I knew I had him. 

I moved toward him. His eyes devoured me as I peeled off my shirt, exposing the firm, ample breasts I had pressed against his cheek in the bathroom. Without realizing he was doing it, he licked his lips. His cheeks were red, but he wasn't going anywhere. His gaze never left me as I got down on my knees and crawled the rest of the way to him. I thought his eyes would bug out of his skull as he watched me settle myself on my heels between his legs. 

 "Joe."

 "Yeah." 

 "Has anyone ever sucked your cock?" I moved my hands to his knees and leaned in, giving him a full view of my breasts. 

 He was trembling now. "No," he said, his voice cracking.

 My fingers were on his zipper. Slowly I pulled the zipper down, and his cock sprang free, poking through the hole in the front of his boxers. And oh my God, what a cock. It was perfect. Long, thick, and perfectly formed. Engorged and swollen with a beautiful mushroom-shaped helmet. And a tiny drop of pre-cum glistening from the slit. My mouth watered as I lowered my lips to his glorious manhood. 

 He groaned as his cock slid inside my mouth, and he grabbed my hair, gasping as I slid him all the way inside my mouth and to the back of my throat. 

 "Oh, God," he moaned, bucking wildly at my face. I barely had time to work my magic. In less than a minute he was cumming, gripping the sides of my face and grunting as he spurted his hot semen into my mouth. 

 He watched me swallow and lick his cock clean, still panting but seemingly invigorated by his orgasm. And not limp. In fact, he had barely softened at all, and here he was growing again in my hand.

 I looked at him in wonderment. "Already?"

 He half-grinned. "Yeah..."

 "Let me ask you a question. How many times have you jerked off today?" 

 He blushed and rubbed his hands on the cushions. "Um, twice?" 

 "Holy shit," I said softly. "How is it possible you're a virgin?" 

 He shrugged. 

 "Never mind..." I murmured, dazed. "Aren't you super-sensitive right now?" 

 He shrugged. "It's not too bad. Don't stop." 

He needn't have told me that. All I could think about was having that glorious erection deep in my throat again. But I wanted time to savor him. I didn't want him to go off so quickly this time. So I nuzzled his cock, rubbing it all over my face, across my lips but not between them. He moaned as I ran my lips down the shaft, teasing him, planting little butterfly kisses on the underside of his cock. 

 He tried to reach down and stroke his balls, but I pushed his hands away, slipping one hand underneath to cup his sac, lightly running my fingers through the slight fuzz, as I took just the tip of him in my mouth and created exquisite suction. 

 At this point he was gasping and squirming on the couch, his knee jerking now and again, arching his hips up to meet my lips as I slid him all the way into my mouth and settled into a steady rhythm. Still fondling his balls with one hand, I sucked him deeper until he hit the back of my throat with each stroke. "Oh God," he groaned, "Oh my God, that's fucking awesome, you're awesome..." I moaned in response, his entire length in my mouth, and he gripped the cushions so tightly his knuckles were white. He started panting in earnest, and I knew he was close, so I eased back and began stroking the base of his cock as I sucked the first few inches of it. I felt his balls tighten and he stiffened, and I pressed firmly on the underside with my tongue, and my mouth was full of his creamy cum. I drank it greedily as I felt three, four, five surges, and then let the last sticky rope splash on my face, dripping down my chin and onto my tits. He was watching in amazement as I swiped as much as I could with my tongue, then smeared the rest of his cum into my skin. 

 When I had cleaned away the last drop, he smoothed the hair back from my forehead, leaned down to kiss my eyelids, and flopped back, exhausted, on the couch. I got up somewhat unsteadily – somewhere in there, my legs had fallen asleep – and began to dress. 

 "What are you doing tomorrow?" Joe murmured drowsily, his eyes half closed and his pants still around his ankles, his cock finally shrinking after his fourth orgasm of the day. 

 "Coming back here to take your virginity," I said with a smirk, "So get some sleep tonight."

He closed his eyes and smiled broadly. He looked so adorable that I just had to kiss him on my way out the door. I left happy, already mentally planning all the firsts we would experience together the next day, the taste of his cum still on my lips.



Blowing Louis Esposito



I first met Louis Esposito when I was twenty four, with many unfulfilled fantasies about being with a guy. Trouble was, I only seemed to be attracted to straight guys. There is something about the complete impossibility of blowing and tasting a masculine, clean-cut, heterosexual boy that I find irresistible. So I was firmly in the closet...but little did I know that I would soon surprise myself. 

Louis was in my cohort of twenty recent grads from business school - all young, straight, and good looking boys – who were taken to a retreat in upstate New York for three nights. It was the middle of a hot summer, and we spent our days outdoors, playing team-building games. I quickly noticed that Louis was quiet, thoughtful, and very smart. He was a beautiful boy, of Hispanic descent, about five feet nine, and a proportionate 160 pounds. He had a firm, young body, a healthy honey complexion, dark hair, and a shy, killer smile. He wore these white shorts that showed off his tanned, muscled legs to great effect. We got along well. I learned that he was recently married and the father of a young child. My excitement at his unavailability grew. I found myself wondering if he was cut or uncut, and day dreamed about the size, shape, texture, smell, feel, and taste of his cock. I wanted him – and badly. My opportunity came sooner than I expected.

On our last night at the retreat the cohort stayed at the bar, drinking heavily. By the time I called it a night, most of us were drunk and exhausted. As I headed up to my room, I noticed Louis a few steps behind me. Seeing him alone and vulnerable in his semi-drunken state, something possessed me. I let him catch up with me outside my room. "Come in and hang out for a while?" I smiled. Louis hesitated. "I should call it a night," he said, smiling politely. "Come on, only for a while?" I opened the door and smiled, grateful for the alcohol that had lowered my inhibitions. Louis relented, and sank into a chair across from my bed. After a few minutes of small talk and another drink, while I sneaked peeks at his full, sumptuous thighs, I decided it was now or never. My heart pounding, I asked, "Louis, would you like to have some fun?"

"What do you mean?" he slurred, his eyes half closed. 

"How about a movie?" It was a lame effort, but the best that I was capable of in the moment.

"Dude, I'm gonna sleep. I should go." He made as if to rise, but I gently steered him to the bed and he sat, then lay down, his legs still on the ground. I quickly started an adult movie from the hotel's online library. Louis, his eyes half-closed, turned his head to watch. This was my chance, I thought. Slowly, I unbuttoned his white shorts. He turned back at me and made as if to resist. 

"What are you doing?" he slurred. 

"Just want you to have some fun," I coaxed, and gently started pulling his shorts to his knees. He was wearing white briefs, and I could see a tell-tale lump and a few pubic hairs underneath. I was already hooked. Could this really be happening? 

"Dude, no," he resisted, trying to raise himself and reach for his shorts.

"Louis, please let me do this. I promise you'll enjoy it and no-one has to know."

Something about this reassurance seemed to calm the young stud. He hesitated, then lay back down, and sighed. I quickly lowered his shorts to his ankles, removed his trainers, and pulled his shorts off completely. Moving back up, I kissed his inner thighs, taking in the faint smell of his pubic musk. He was totally hot. Fearing that he might change his mind any moment, I peeled off his briefs, my heart racing, and exposed the most perfectly shaped, uncut cock I have ever seen. It lay sideways, sleeping on his large, hairy scrotum. Louis was gorgeous between his legs. He started breathing heavily, his firm core rising and falling.

I parted Louis' thighs and raised his legs onto the bed for better access to this stud. He continued to watch the movie, his head turned sideways. The ripe smell of his beautiful genitals now hung in the air – he had not showered after running around the whole day, and I could not be more grateful. It was the sweet, heavy smell of overripe fruit. I moved in, kissing the head of his cock in a gesture of total submission. I then licked his balls, and lifted them gently to smell the most private space between his legs. If I could, I would have stayed there forever. He was moist and mildly pungent, and I flicked my tongue to taste his perineum. Salty, with a hint of cheese. Fuck, he was hot. Above, Louis moaned softly.

I noticed that he was now partially erect, his swollen cock head showing within his foreskin. He must have been about six inches. I pulled back his foreskin and took his cock in my mouth. "Ohhh, fuck," Louis whispered slowly. He hardened, throbbing in my mouth. It was thrilling to know that I was the first guy to perform fellatio on this magnificent young boy, that Louis had allowed me to go where only women had gone before. I applied quick strokes with my mouth, using my hand to jerk him off. Louis started moving, raising his ass rhythmically to give me his cock.

I was emboldened by his desire. "Fuck my face, Louis," I said.

Louis was drunk, tired, and very pliable at this point. I made him get on all fours on the bed, facing the video, while I crawled underneath and lay on my back, level with his throbbing dick. Then, I put my hands on his muscled buttocks and guided him into my mouth. Louis sighed heavily and started bucking shamelessly, his cock touching the base of my throat, his balls slapping against my chin. 

"Ohhh god, you're good," he groaned again and again, as he watched the video intently. His breathing became shallower, his thrusts more assertive. Every now and then he would slow down, pause, then resume his thrusts. Suddenly, I tasted something new in my mouth...something mildly salty...and realized with a thrill that Louis was now leaking precum. I was tasting the very essence of this boy, and he didn't even know that he was leaking precious cream into my mouth. For several minutes I was in heaven, my hands feeling his muscled, undulating ass and my mouth tasting his fresh precum. Suddenly, Louis' thrusts became irregular and he stiffened. 

"I'm gonna cum," he whispered, still watching the video, and pulled out his cock, jerking it inches from my mouth. 

"I'm gonna cum," he said again, then moaned, "Ohhh fuck, ohhh shit," spurting powerful jets of warm cum into my waiting mouth. Louis came again and again, moaning softly, filling my mouth with his salty juice. I was aware of the faint smell of ammonia. When his spurts subsided, I pushed him down to take his cock in my mouth again. He twitched, as I sucked on his sensitive head, sucking from it his remaining cream.

After a few minutes, Louis turned over and collapsed on my bed, breathing heavily. 



Blowing Max, Then My First Anal



This is my fifth story and second in my series on Max, a man I met on line (See my previous Max story for the background). This is a story of extreme gay submission. Not everyone's thing but if it's yours, I think you'll enjoy. On my first night with Max, I had passed my blowjob "audition" with flying colors. "Be here next Saturday night at eight", he commanded at the end of our first encounter. At the age of twenty two, I was in a full blown slut phase of my bisexual life. I wanted a steady, aggressive dominant man I could trust to take me to my darkest sub fantasies. I got one. Max promised he'd watch out for me and I promised to acquiesce to his every demand. Tonight would be my initiation into a year of complete sexual servitude, the first night of which would seem mild by comparison to what would come. I had promised Max he could take my anal virginity tonight and he would not be denied.

I had prepared myself as best I could for the complete unknown of anal sex. I still had no idea if I could really accommodate Max's huge cock in my small, inexperienced ass but there would be no turning back once I passed into the realm of his apartment and his complete control. 

On the drive to Max's apartment, I reviewed in my mind the ample internet advice on how to relax and receive a man's cock in a true full-on fuck. One statement I read rolled over in my mind: "Try to relax all the muscles of your body. Resist the urge to tighten around your partners penis as this only tends to press him in the wrong direction and make penetration more difficult and painful. Even in your most relaxed state, you will be much tighter than any pussy he's ever had. The initial insertion may be difficult and even quite painful. Have faith in your body's ability to adapt. Once he's inside of you, you will stretch to accommodate him and the pain will subside. You will begin to feel a wonderful fullness and pressure inside you. The rectum is filled with pleasure nerves. These same nerves will give you gratification similar to what a woman feels during vaginal intercourse. You may even experience an orgasm!"

I had "practiced" a little in the week before, but Max was much thicker and longer than my small dildo. Not to mention the fact that this would be a real cock attached to a real man who would not be bound by the limits of what my small body could endure, but rather to the limits of what his large body would require to gratify its lust. And with Max, those requirements seemed boundless. I knew that once Max had my ass in his hands, there would be no turning back. In the darkest recesses of my desires to be taken, I knew Max's confident aggression would drive through any protests I might offer in a final moment of hesitation. That pure male aggression was why I'd sought a man like Max.

When I knocked on Max's apartment door, he answered warring nothing but a pair of white cotton briefs. For the second time I experienced an instant rush of erotic helplessness in his presence. He was such a huge man. He towered over me with his large, mature, full, hairy black body. His ample belly and tree trunk arms and legs sent shivers of awe and desires of instant surrender through me. There's something incredible about a big, hairy, physically imposing and aggressive male that has always made me just want to melt to my knees in submission. Max had taken immediate charge of me the very first moment I met him. That uncompromising animal maleness is what kept me coming back to Max even as I had no idea what each visit would bring.

"Hay baby," he greeted in that beautiful, deep velvet voice of his. 

"Hi Max," I answered with a smile as I entered his masculine domain. "Do you ever answer the door with cloths on?"

"Not when I know it's you baby," he responded with a grin.

"You just like showing off, don't you?" I teased.

"Ya, I love to watch the look on your face!" he said.

"Well," I replied, "It's a bit hard to hide my excitement when a huge, beautiful naked black man pulls me into his apartment," I conceded.

Max laughed and walked over to the sofa where two drinks and his stash sat on a nearby table. As I watched this massive man lumber across the room I marveled once again at his masculine beauty and form in motion. His back was as wide as a bull's shoulders and his thick muscled legs and arms undulated in his easy, confident gait. He was a tall, huge specimen of manhood and I thought about how small my petite frame must feel to him. He seemed to love my body and clearly thought of me as a girl. I must seem almost like a toy doll against him.

He reclined into a corner of the sofa and patted the spot beside him. "Sit down her and have a drink and a smoke with me." He invited.

I sat beside him and placed my hand on his leg as he handed me a drink and fired up a bowl. He drew a big hit and passed to me. I held the hit for as long as I felt the relaxing first surge of the buzz rush over me. After a couple of hits I was in a wonderfully euphoric state of a high-enhanced sexual arousal.

As Max placed the pipe on the end table, I leaned over and began to rub the huge mound of flesh filling his underwear.

"Whatcha got in there for me Max?" I asked in my most sensuous, teasing voice.

"I got a big black snake that needs some attention." He whispered.

"Can I tell him a secret?" I asked.

"Ya baby, talk to him," Max answered with a smile.

I was in a playful mood now that I was completely comfortable with Max.

I rotated on the sofa until I was facing inward toward Max, my legs curled together. I began to kiss my way down his large chest and belly until my face was in his lap, feeling the heat and breathing in the scent of his musk through his underwear. I placed my mouth against the large tube of cock sprawled beneath the soft white cotton and gave it a kiss.

"Hi there Max's cock," I greeted. "Max tells me you like fucking pretty little white asses, is that right?"

"He sure does," Max informed me.

"Well," I continued laying kisses here and there as I spoke to Max's dick. "You can have me tonight. But you'll be my first so don't be shy if I protest a little. You're a big fellow so we'll have trust Max to make sure you get what you want."

"Don't worry baby," Max assured me. "He's in charge tonight."

Max lifted me gently from his lap and told me to strip for him. As I began removing my cloths, he stretched out on the sofa and fondled himself through his underwear as he watched my body become naked. Once I was naked, Max rose and positioned me at the arm of the sofa from behind. He took a firm grasp on my shoulders and began to coax me over.

"Lean over baby," He instructed as I lowered myself over the sofa arm, him behind me. With my upper body pressed into the cushion of the sofa and my ass presented high to him, he took my hips in his hands and began to press his cotton clad erection in between my ass cheeks. 

"That feels wonderful Max," I whimpered enjoying the feel of his warm body pressing against me.

"We just warmin' up a little baby, getting' you used to the idea," He reassured me.

"I've been imagining you behind me like this all week Max," I assured him breathlessly.

"I know you want it baby. Don't worry...its all good," He groaned.

"I'm all yours Max," I panted. "Do whatever you need to do. Just enjoy me any way you want tonight."

He held my ass firmly as he took his dry run at me. His grip was so powerful I knew I would be helpless once he started on me for true. Whether I could take him or not would soon become irrelevant. Max was going to take me and there was nothing I could or wanted to do about it. I'd placed myself in the path of an unstoppable event of sexual submission and Max was absolved of all responsibility for my decision. I sought the limits of my darkest obsessions wanting to be nothing more than an object to be used by men. In the weeks to come, those limits would be challenged beyond anything I could have imagined in my relative innocence. Here in this private chamber of men, all the desperate questions of my true depths of submission would be answered. And the man who would take me there was standing behind me now, with my ass locked in his firm grip. As his enormous body forced its mass against me, I trembled with anticipation and fear. 

With his hands locked around my pelvis, Max effortlessly lifted my lower body clear of the sofa arm and placed me on my knees in front of him. Here I was again with his massive body towering over me as I stared up into a pair of cotton briefs bulging with a huge set of testicles and slung full of his enormous tube of flesh demanding its pleasure.

"Can I help you off with these?" I requested as I rubbed his white clad hips.

"Ya baby, pull 'um on down for me nice and slow," He instructed. "Tease that dick out and love on it."

I rose up to taste the warm flesh of his belly, licking and kissing as I pulled the elastic of his underwear down off his ass. I settled back onto my knees and slid the front of his underwear down just to the base of his cock, exposing his thick pubic mound. I buried my face and mouth into the dark, course, curly hair graying with the maturity of his body. I ran my tongue through the thick matt just smelling and tasting his hairiness. I tugged at the waist band exposing just a couple of inches at the base of his cock and ran my tongue around the thick root. I hooked my fingers into the sides of his briefs and brought them down to his knees as I watched his semi-erect cock and beautiful balls fall loose and free before my hungry eyes. I slide his underwear to the floor and he stepped out of them to take his position of dominance above me.

I began to caress his cock and balls. "I missed you so bad", I said to his cock. "Do you have a name?" 

"I call him Maximus," Max stated with pride.

"A good name for a cock worthy of worship," I teased. "Excuse me sir, Maximus demands my attention. Time for his hand madden to prepare him for his pleasure." I teased. This is always my second favorite part of giving a man head, the start when his cock is fresh and the taste of his flesh is strongest. I licked and kissed at the head of his cock savoring the light musky taste of his arousal. I opened my mouth wide and immediately engulfed as much of his cock as I could. Max let out a yelp and a moan as I swallowed deep of the fleshy soft meat of his semi-erection. The warm, wonderful flavor of his pungent dick filled my mouth with pleasure. 

As I sucked and rubbed him, his breath quickened and he moaned his approval. "Oh hell yes baby get on that thing."

I crammed the full mass of his spongy manhood into my mouth, then slowly pulled back a couple of inches as I glided my tongued left and right against the underside of his cock. Max's full arousal came quickly and easily to him as his dick suddenly surged to full erection inside my mouth. The marvelous bulb of his cock head blossomed swollen and firm, expanding until it pressed against the confines of the base of my tongue and pallet. I slowly withdrew to enjoy the feel of his high ridge pass over my lips as they conformed to the shape and contour of his tapering cock head. Once his huge plumb passed from my mouth I paused pressing my lips to the gap of his deep, wide cock slit. I lifted his cock to expose his balls to my tongue so that I could taste even more of him.

"Sorry if I surprised you," I teased. "I just wanted to feel him get hard in my mouth."

"Damn baby, keep suprisin' me all you want," He groaned.

I smiled up at him and feasted my eyes for a moment on his thick, hairy body. His large, beautiful belly and his massive torso and arms filled my view. He gazed down at me with that familiar, beautiful expression of sexual arousal I so loved bring to a man's face. His glazed eyes and look of delightful approval gave me the validation as a submissive I so eagerly craved from a man about to unleash his natural sexual aggression on me.

As he widened his stance, I crawled closer in between the tree trunks of his thick, strong black legs. While he held his cock above me, I nuzzled up into his heavy, large balls and presented my face upward pressing my tongue high into the hairless backside at the root of his scrotum. As I moved my tongue around in this hot crevice, the warm hairy flesh of his enormous sack covered my eyes and face. I could feel the weight of his large round testicles cascade down either side of my checks. I drank in the wonderful smells and tastes of a man in full heat. I slowly ran my tongue down the backside of his loose balls, around the bottom and up between his testicles until my tongue rest under the base of his cock. I slowly worked my lips and tongue up the vast underside of his thick, dark cock. I traced my tongue along the path of bulging veins until my wet mouth arrived at the head of his dick, now raging firm like a black-purple apple.

I pressed my wet lips to the sensitive wrinkles of flesh just under the enormous head and delivered to him the pleasure of my mouth. I spoke to him as I worked my lips and tongue around the firm, high ridge of his cock head. I gently licked at the skin between the lobes where the graceful sweeping curve of his enraged mushroom swept to form the wide, open crevice of his smooth, musky cock head. 

"It really felt wonderful with you holding me from behind like that. Make me do it for you tonight. Use me any way you want." I whispered.

"Ya baby I know your little secretes. Everybody got their thing baby. You just need a man to handle you. Nothin' wrong with that." " he replied in that deep, velvety base voice that always sent erotic pleasure coursing through me. He assured me.

Max understood me completely. I watched the beautiful vision of his immense, masculine body and cock respond to my mouth so eager to please him. His cock becoming wet and glistening where my tongue traced its path upon the landscape of veins, bulges and folds of flesh. "I still don't see how this giant thing is going to fit in me." I said with a quiver of nervous apprehension in my voice.

"Don't you worry baby," Max comforted me. "You're not my first little virgin. Got a little white girlfriend with a smaller ass then you. She did just fine the first time I laid her over."

"And she came back for more?" I asked.

"Sweet little thing begs to get her ass fucked the minute she walks through the door. We gonna have a little party with both of you next time. You look so much like her you could be book ends."

"That sounds like fun," I answered with a chill of anticipation. "I'd like to meet all your friends."

"Oh you will baby, you will," He said with a hint of warning in his voice.

I smiled up at him and slowly brought my wide open mouth around the huge helmet of his cock and began to give him the warm, sensual blow job he so craved. He let out a long deep moan as I took his engorged dick deeper and deeper with each advance. Max was now beginning to feel the full pleasure of his dick in my mouth, moaning and grunting as I took him in my desperate desire to give him pleasure. Of all positions, this was my favorite; me on my knees in complete submission to a man standing over me in full sexual arousal as he gazes down at the vision of my mouth full of his dick.

"Oh shit baby...feels so good to have you suckin' on my dick again," He moaned in deep broken shudders. "You suck that dick so good baby." 

I smiled around my mouth full of warm, large black cock as I gazed up at his face so full of anticipation and pleasure.

I drew back until my mouth was around the orb of his hard, full head and caressed the underside of his dick with broad, wet strokes of my tongue. I withdrew him completely and began to slowly stoke his long, thick manhood as he groaned.

"I love how you feel in my mouth," I told him. "I love how excited you get and how it makes you feel so good. And I love how you talk to me Max. I can be anything you want me to be. You never have to ask, just tell me. Tell me to do whatever you want."

"Ya baby," He said with a laugh. "I know you're my little freak. My little baby loves makin' daddy feel good don't you?"

"Are you my daddy now?" I teased.

"Ya baby, the only daddy you need. Daddy gonna teach you a lot of things." He said.

I smiled and began to feed on his rock hard cock again, stroking and sucking him as my jaws strained to accept his enormous, wonderful black shaft.

"Oh ya keep suckin' that dick baby." He demanded. "Love that dick like that dick loves you baby, suck on it good."

I moaned my submissive agreement as his strong hands clamp onto my head. He began to thrust slowly and deeply into my mouth forcing his cock deeper with each thrust until the head pressed down my throat.

"Oh baby I'm gonna have to nut or I'm not gonna last a minute fuckin' that pretty ass."

"Ummm...ummm...ummmm," I whimpered until my voice was cut off as he jammed his dick down my throat.

He released me and pulled my head back using a hand full of my long hair.

"Show me that pretty little face baby," He demanded. 

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to stroke himself, pulling my head back hard, my face upturned beneath the power of his huge cock and balls. Here I was at last about to be bathed in the full force and overwhelming power of his orgasm. 

He wanted to empty himself all over my face so I held my mouth open, my tongue out ready to catch for him. Waves of indescribable pleasure washed over me as I gazed up at his enormous, engorged cock; his hand aiming the huge, glistening head directly at my begging face and mouth.

I gazed up in wonder at the vision of a man standing over me, on my knees before him, my head locked in a posture of complete submission as he prepares to unleash upon me. His eyes locked on me to witness the delicious vision of my face presented in anticipation and surrender, mouth gaping wide like a starved baby bird, the delicate pink spoon of my tongue extended, begging to know the taste of his cum. I crave this primeval form of male dominance when he proclaims his power over me, branding me as his slut by painting my face in his slathering semen.

My eyes pleading, my tongue presented to him I waited for it. Max's deep base voice echoed in cries and moans as he clung to those final excruciating seconds just before his body would shudder and convulse in wave after wave of powerful orgasm.

Max gently stroked his cock. I watched the glory of his manhood build in amazement and awe. 

"Ya baby look up at me...look up at me baby...keep your eyes open." He ordered as he pulled my head back in a violent jerk of my hair. "Ya..ya..that's it baby. I'm gonna jerk off right in that pretty mouth and all over that face. Here it comes baby...here it comes baby."

Max began to sway as his body surrendered to orgasm. He let out a long, deep moan as a generous flow of precum rained from gapping eye of his cock head to fall in a loud spat upon the floor between my knees. And then Max exploded all over me. His first powerful salvo of sperm was as much fluid as many men expel over the course of an entire orgasm. He leaned in close to my face and let out a guttural scream as a thick, broad, powerful jet of warm semen splattered across me. I felt his cum strike me in one thick continuous rope down the front of my body, across my chin, on my tongue, into my mouth, across my nose, my eyes and my forehead and hair arcing over me to splat on the floor somewhere behind me. And this was only the beginning. I gazed transfixed at the sight from below as his cock erupted in shot after shot of cum slashing my face in streams of viscous, wet fluid. I could smell the pungent order of his cum as it filled the air on its way to me. Moaning and growling loudly in the pleasure of his orgasm, Max bathed my body, face and mouth in his relentless assault of pearly fluid. He moved the head of his cock close to my desperately gaping mouth as he continued to gush thick streams of his semen onto my tongue and into my throat. 




Blowing Max, Then My First Anal



He stared down at the vision of his cum target soaked in his copious expulsion of sperm. His face contorted as his body shook in spasm, his large belly heaving. I watched his thick arms reaching down for me, his hands working in unison to direct my head and his cock as his dance of absolute control played out upon me. As I hung gripping his legs, on my knees receiving the brunt of this beautiful, giant black man's endless convulsive eruptions, I felt the flow of his cum running down my face and dripping onto my legs. Bathed in the masculine dominance of his power, my body shuddered with waves of surrender and delight knowing I'd satisfied the lust raging in his body and mind.

As the last spasms of his orgasm racked his body, Max gripped my hair in both hands and gently thrust his huge cock in and out of my mouth to sooth the throbbing fire of his body. I melted into the delightful surrender of being used once again to give a man's body such incredible pleasure.

"Fuck ya baby take that dick," He demanded through clinched teeth. "Swallow around it...swallow that cum with my dick in your mouth."

I whimpered as he pumped his last flows of cum into my mouth. As he slowly withdrew, I could taste his strong, pungent, musky semen. I rolled the slick liquid around with my tongue just enjoying that wonderful sensation of having a mouth full of a man's sperm again.

I took Max's cock in my hand and licked and kissed away the glistening sheen of sticky cum. 

"Hell yes baby." He panted. "Hell yes lick that dick clean for me."

"I'm a mess." I smiled up at him. "I think you soaked me from head to toe. That was amazing. I could feel you cuming all over me."

"Ya baby, you looked like you were enjoying the hell outa that shit too. I was watcin' you get in to it and it was hot as hell baby. You defiantly love some cum." 

"Especially yours Max," I complimented.

As Max watched, I finished cleaning his cock and spooned as much of the mess he'd made on me into my mouth as I could gather with my fingers. With my mouth full of his cum, I opened wide to display his glory for him, then drank his sperm as I teased him with my smile and my eyes.

"Give me about an hour and I'll be ready to lay you down on that bed."

I cleaned up as Max made us drinks. He handed me mine along with a small white pill. "Take this baby it will help you loosen up and relax for later." Without even asking what it was I swallowed the pill with a gulp of strong rum and coke. "Come on in here to your room and lay down for a while. I'll come to visit you in a little while."

I turned the bad down and snuggled up inside as Max turned out the light. "Just relax baby and take a nap if you want. You're safe and sound. I'll be out here in the other room." He closed the door behind him as he left me.

The bed felt wonderful against my naked body and I curled up thinking about what was to come soon. In a little while, a large, beautiful black man would come to me naked and the moment I both feared and longed for would arrive. Max would take his place behind me and in his deep, persuasive, comforting voice ease me into a new world of submission to the sexual desires of a man. My pale white body shuddered with the eager desire to be the object of his full masculine lust. I tried to imagine my tiny frame pinned under him as he cried out in ecstasy and gave himself over to the ferocity of his natural male desire to fuck. The pill was beginning to take effect. My body was beginning to feel like liquid as I melted into the bed, waves of twilight euphoria washing over me. I was thankful Max had given me the pill as I drifted into sleep.

I woke to Max's voice in the lighted room as he sat on the edge of the bed. It took me a moment to become fully aware. My body was now limp and filled with an incredibly pleasant sense of complete relaxation and acceptance of what Max was about to do to me. The drug, obviously some form of opiate saturated my brain. I don't know what Max had given me but it was wonderful.

"How's my baby." Max whispered. "You ready for me?" 

"Oh yes baby I'm ready for you." I heard my groggy voice answer as if from someplace else. Did you bring my friend Maximus with you?"

"Ya bay he's right here." He said as he rolled on to the bed beside me, bringing his dick within reach. His cock was flaccid and his balls hung loose and warm beneath his limp tube of manhood.

"Can I help him get ready?" I requested.

"Ya baby go down there and wake his ass up." Max replied.

As I rose to lay across Max's massive body, my head swirled with the dizzying affects of the drug. As I brought my face over his cock and balls, the vision and scent of his large, loose manhood sent waves of warm euphoria washing over me. I lifted his long, limp, heavy dick and laid it across his large belly, then sank my face in to him and began to run my tongue along his balls lying pooled between his legs spread wide on the bed. I'd never seen him in this flaccid a state before. The sheer magnitude of all that soft fleshy mass of cock and balls made me want to bring him to arousal with gentle caresses of my tongue and lips. I softly kissed the base of his shaft and breathed deeply of the scent of musk now strong on him from his earlier orgasm. As I began to lick his cock, I could taste the wonderful, strong salty flavor of his cock unwashed from his previous arousal and orgasm. I ran my open mouth and tongue along the full length of his flaccid shaft draped across his belly. His thick, gorgeous, black manhood began to fill out quickly. 

"Oh ya baby that feels nice and wet and warm." He moaned. "That mouth feels real good baby. Suck on it for a few minutes."

I laid my head on his belly and lifted his growing mass of cock to my lips. I kissed a drop of salty, sticky fluid from the eye of his cock and slowly took him in, gulping him as I wet him inch by inch so that more and more of his beautiful, large black dick worked its way into my mouth. I felt the head of his cock throb to firmness as I held him still in my mouth. In less than a minute, he was fully erect and groaning quietly at the pleasure I was giving him. His pleasure became mine. 

As I continued to gently suck his dick, his hand roamed over my small round ass. The pleasure of his hands on me was dizzying and my head spun. My body was so sensitive and in such a heightened state of euphoria that it felt like on long, sustained orgasm had enveloped me. It was as though I were inside pleasure itself. I could feel everything around me; even the air seemed to caress me in gentle wisps. 

"Damn baby you need to get off that thing or I'm cum again."

I stopped immediately and cuddled alongside Max's huge body. "I don't want you to forget what you came in here to do to me." I teased as I kissed and licked his chest and nipples.

Max slid off the bed and retrieved a large, round bolster from a corner of the room. "All you got to do baby is just lay across this and relax your body." He instructed as he placed it midway in the bed. "Just let your body go and I'll do all the work."

I took my position draped across the bolster so that my ass was elevated and my upper body lay flat in the bed. Max went to the dress draw and returned, crawling onto his knees behind me. The sheer weight of his body rocked the bed as he positioned himself. He pressed my knees together and straddled me locking my legs together between his huge thighs.

"Just relax in to it baby. Just let it happen." He instructed as he began to rub my ass, legs and the small of my back. The feel of his hands all over me sent waves of relaxation through me. I felt cold drops of thick liquid drop between the cheeks of my ass followed by his hands as he spread me with his thumbs. I felt him work his thumbs up and down me, stopping to press against my anus with light pressure.

"Mmmm... you got a pretty little ass baby." He said. I began to moan as he spread generous amounts of lubricant on me. I could hear his cock sliding in and out of his hand as he coated himself. 

Max moved in closer to me. "Now just relax baby and don't move. Don't struggle."

"Yes Max." Was all I could muster as fear mingled with acceptance. Max was warning me that there would be no turning back. This is what I'd set in motion. I'd made promises and my moment of fulfilling that promise was at hand. I'd relinquished control of my body to Max. He owned me now and he was about to take that over which he held dominion. 

I felt Max's huge dick press between my cheeks as he slid his cock up and down my slickened ass. I could feel his legs pressing in around mine as he rocked against me. He backed his cock away and I felt his massive legs move as he shifted his body weight over me. My moment of surrender was upon me. I closed my eyes and steadied my breath, terrified but desperate to feel the full power of this man's body. I went completely limp, even my arms and legs went to rubber under the influence of the drug he'd given me. I felt helpless and at peace as I surrendered completely to what was about to happen.

"Here we go baby." He warned.

I felt his left hand pull my ass cheek aside, then felt the head of his dick press against my rectum. Holding his cock in his right hand, he began to lean into me applying force with the huge head of his dick. At first, I just felt pressure against me. Then more and more pressure built until I felt his cock begin to penetrate me. Immediately the pain began. As the large head of his cock forced my anus open, the pain became almost unbearable. I cried out in fear. 

"No Max...no..no..it's not working!" I screamed. I brought my hands up around me to push against him in protest.

He grabbed my wrists and clamped them together in one large hand, bracing my arms firmly into the small of my back subduing me as he pressed me into the bed. "Don't fight me." He ordered in a commanding voice.

Panting and whimpering I apologized for my moment of panic. "I'm sorry Max...I'm sorry."

Max resumed as he pressed the head of his cock against my ass again. The resistance of my initial penetration gave way as I felt the head of his dick force its way into me. I cried out in pain "Ohhh...ohhh...oh god...oh god." With each slow, gentle thrust he pushed more of himself into me. The pain eased as the large bulb of his cock head passed fully into me. Max gently inched his way in as he moaned softly. 

"That's it baby...there you go...you're doin' fine baby see?" He assured me as he released his grip on my wrists. I brought my hand up alongside my face to clench the sheet as I felt his endless length of cock press deeper and deeper.

My body shuddered in a small convulsion of involuntary spasm as an incredible feeling of fullness and pressure inside of me made my pulse pound in my head. I released a long, load moan as he began to move slowly in and out of me. He had both hands on my ass now as I felt his body press against me, fucking me rhythmically as he grunted and sighed in pleasure.

"Damn baby that feels so good. So tight and warm. How's that feelin' now baby?" He asked.

"It feels wonderful Max." I whimpered. "God it feels so good...so big and so full in me."

"Ya baby I knew you'd like my dick in you, just had to trust me." He said as he continued to go deeper in me with each slow thrust of his fucking motion.

I became aware of my entire body, the feel of the sheets under me, the waves of pleasure that coursed through me as I surrendered completely under this massive man taking his pleasure in my ass. I could hear the sound of my voice, moaning loudly in concert with his. He sped up his thrusting motion while buried deep in me. Then he leaned over on to me. I could feel the heat poring off his body, his breath blowing onto the back of my neck as he lay on top of me. He pressed me so deep into the bed that it restricted my breathing to rapid shallow gulps of air. I could feel his legs clinched in on mine as his lower body undulated on top of me. The course hair of his legs and belly rasped against my delicate skin. I could feel his balls roll against my thighs as he buried his cock in my ass.

My god his body was so hot on top of me. Was this anything like what a woman felt while being fucked? I had no idea but it felt as though my entire body was full of Max's cock. I felt the incredible pressure of him in me as though his cock filled my stomach. At last I knew what it was to have a man fucking me and it was absolutely the most incredible pleasure of complete surrender I'd ever experienced. Struggling to breath, I felt a wonderful sense of light-headedness as waives of pleasure washed over me. As the pleasure built I knew I was about to experience the most wonderful orgasm of my life. I cried out as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. My entire body shuddered and quivered in an orgasm so powerful I felt on the verge of passing out. As my orgasm subsided, an indescribable euphoria suspended me in a state of complete gratification so intense I began to cry, the tears of my exhausted body moisten the sheet where my face pressed into the bed. I had no idea this would be such an incredibility emotional and profound experience. I felt a delicate feeling of naked vulnerable exposure as I reveled in the euphoria of my complete, unreserved submission to Max. I could give a man any pleasure he desired from me now, and I craved the possibilities of how I might be used again and again to gratify the lust of Max and the men he wanted to share me with.

Max began to fuck me a little faster. The weight of his enormous body supported over me by his legs and elbows and still I was crushed by him. He pulled my long hair aside and began to lick and kiss my neck as he whispered into my ear.

"All that ass teasin' drove me crazy baby." He groaned. "I knew you would be a good fuck baby...gonna make me cum hard it feels so good fuckin' you."

"I want to be good to you baby" I moaned in sympathy for him as he undulated slowly on top of me. "I want to be a good fuck for you." I wanted him to fuck me like he owned me, like he paid for me, like I was his to do with as he pleased.

He rose up from me and hooked his hands around my pelvis. He raised my hips off the bed and pulled me tighter to him with each inward thrust. I could feel the full force of his fuck now as he drove every possible inch of himself deep up in me. 

"Oh god Max do it to me," I screamed. "Do it to me baby...fuck me...fuck me" I gasped the words in this delicious moment of complete surrender.

As Max drove home fucking my ass, his balls thudded against me. His moans became loud bursts of sounds as he approached orgasm. 

"Ya baby I'm gonna cum right in your ass" he cried out. With a sudden, forceful trust he slammed me back to the bed and dropped over onto his hands, his body crushing me into the bed. He buried his cock all the way in me with the full force of his thrusting pelvis as he settled into the position in which he would achieve his final pleasure. My body lurched in the pleasure and pain from the sudden, deep, violent plunge of Max's enormous cock. My mind and body soared to ecstasy as his suffocating weight bore down on me like an animal subduing its prey. As his body hung on the very verge of orgasm, his legs locked around mine so that I was under his complete control. I felt the power of his massive presence on top of me as his body drove me deep into the bed, his belly heaving in the small of my back, his hot breath exploding on me, his strong arms like pillars on each side of me, the heat of his animal lust washing over me, my thighs locked together beneath his massive legs, my entire body filled with that impossibly huge cock, the rough grind of his course hair on me, and of course that beautiful, deep, velvety voice of his crying out just behind me. I lay captured and helpless under the absolute subjugation of overwhelming male force and power. 

"Here it is baby...here it is. Here it comes baby. Fuck ya baby I'm cumin' in you," He gasped.

I could feel his legs twitching and flexing as his body surrendered to the powerful spasms of his violent release in me. His screams echoed in the room as he pumped me full of his cum. I heard the high pitch of my own screams of delight as my body cushioned the tremendous force and weight of his in the full throes of the wonder and magic of his tremendous orgasm. With all the power and force of his fuck, he delivered himself into me. I never dreamed could accept such an act with so much pleasure and ease. I knew than that it was this limitless expression of a man's power I so desperately relished as my submissive persona realized itself complete. 

Max came long and hard, thrusting his cock as deep in me as he could go as though he wanted his whole body in me. I drank up every sensation of his orgasm, every wonderful thrust and grind and spasm and twitch of his beautiful body exploding on top of me. I lay under him in utter surrender and joy as I sank into the delicious pleasure of what his body was feeling. To bring a man to orgasm in my mouth was truly a pleasure for me, but this act was to experience a man in his mast aggressive, most powerful and most dominant nature. It could only have been better multiplied by the presence of other men and that was soon to come. 

He rose up and clinched my hips in his hands as his last few spasms of orgasm flowed into my ass. He collapsed to his elbows, his hot, sweaty body lying on top of me. I wriggled under him to feel his body rub against me, to feel his cock moving in me. We lay like this for a few moments; he too spent to move, me not wanting the fullness in me to end. He pumped his cock in me as he grunted in exhaustion. After a few moments, he rose up and slowly drew his dick out of me. Another moment of pain as his cock was expelled from my rectum in an involuntary contraction. He rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes, content and ready for sleep. He drifted off and I went into the bathroom to clean up and make sure I wasn't injured, but I had no need to fear. I was fine, if a little sore and very, very shaky.

I returned and cleaned Max up with a hot wet towel as he moaned with pleasure and contentment.

"See you next Saturday night I hope?" I probed.

"Ya baby," He acknowledged. "Got some rest, you're gonna need it."

On the drive home I considered what Max had told me. I would meet his friends in a week. "This is insane," I said aloud. But if it were, it was clear insanity, at least for a while was exactly where I wanted to go.



Blowing Max Was Just The Beginning



This is my forth story. I met Max on-line and would be his faithful, obedient sexual servant for a full year. My next few stories will be of him and my descent into an existence of sexual servitude. He took me to the dark side both interracially and sexually in ways I'd never imagined I could be persuaded. With great skill and mastery, Max molded me into his willing suck and fuck slut. On my second night with him, I found myself lying face down on his bed with my small virgin ass in his hands as he settled any question that I might deny him the limitless demands he would make of my body. Just a month after meeting him I would find myself on my knees surrounded by a wall of large naked black men as Max shared me with his friends. It took no time at all for Max to mold me into his whore, taking unconditional ownership of my body and my will. Considering I had taken into my mouth the cocks and cum of many men with great pleasure, I could hardly say I was an innocent. But compared to my experiences thus far, I was a naive virgin until Max initiated me into the service of his circle of men all intent on sharing my young, small, pale body for their sexual fulfillment. I had gone from that young innocent boy who shook with fear at his first furtive press of lips against the head of an older cousins' penis, to a young man who reveled in the relentless sexual onslaught of a room full of large black men pushing my small body well beyond its limits of sexual endurance. They had one common interest; sharing pretty, young white boys and girls who would willingly submit to the erotic whims the group. 

And submit to them I did, over and over for hours at a time, well past my ability to endure until each of them would empty his full measure of sexual gratification into and onto my exhausted, quivering, whimpering body driven to near paralyses. There were panicked moments of uncertainty as near impossible demands were made on my flesh when I did utter fleeting cries of unheeded protest, but no quarter was given without Max's consent. And Max knew exactly why I returned to his apartment again and again even as he pushed me farther and farther. He cajoled my compliance with unrelenting instances that I accommodate the sometimes violent, sometimes painful acts of sexual submission demanded of me by men intent on using me as their private group whore. And I knew I would not be allowed to continue as their whore if I did not submit fully to my role as the group slut. It was not quite rape perhaps, but it was clear that short of my absolute refusal and departure, my compliance was a forgone conclusion.

I found those moments of surrender to the ambiguous gray area between willing submission and forcible compliance to be an incredibly erotic mix of fear and pleasure; a place where I could abandon all illusion of self determination and float above this group of men all focused down on one impossibly small, vulnerable body desperate for passage into the darkest places of sexual subjugation. In those moments of voyeuristic detachment I gazed down at the incredible beauty of this crush of large, impassioned black men thrusting and squirming as they all sought some share of my frail soft body. I caught glimpses of my tiny frame as they undulated around me, so pale and fragile beneath those pillars of black masculinity; a slender alabaster child clinging desperately to thick branches amidst a forest of swaying black oak threes. I saw myself roll and flex desperate to comply as so many large hands pushed and pulled at me, seeking their fair turn at those places where my body could receive the thrusting enraged cocks of men in states of pure, full beastly sexual arousal. From that perspective I witnessed the full spectrum of primitive male sexuality as they vied for dominance, and the chance to prove they above all others could mark this small piece of territory with the largest smother of sperm, the deepest thrust, or provoke the loudest wailings of pain and pleasure from the helpless object of such a competition of sexual prowess. 

They sought only to gratify those most dark and primeval compulsions of male sexual aggression so denied to men in this age of so called civilized society. I denied them absolutely nothing and encouraged their most hedonistic indulgences, provoking their escalations of transgression upon my young body so unaccustomed to such violations of mind and flesh. My limitless sexual obsessions fueled theirs and theirs mine in a spiraling descent into sexual depravity few ever dare to risk. For that year, I experienced with awe and reverence the true nature of the male sexual beast when given a few pounds of warm, soft flesh to bend to his will. And as those few pounds of flesh I existed in a state of grace and peace as nothing more than the object of endless variations in the expression of ways a den of hungry men can share a single piece of meat. It was at the very bottom of that well of men into which I was so skillfully and swiftly lowered that I discovered the answers to my desperate questions of ultimate submission, and drank from the lust of the darkest secrets of men and their bodies.

I ended it after a year out of the sheer practical necessities of reclaiming control of my life. I have never submitted to such ownership by a man since. Max came into my life when I needed to know the state of existence of complete subjugation to the will of a man's darkest, most forbidden and unbridled sexual behaviors. Though such an existence might be considered shameful to many, I have never suffered a moments regret or shame. I've experienced men in their height of sexual deviation from the social taboos, norms and sensibilities most dare not violate. I will never again subject myself to such pathological surrender of my body and mind to what most would consider madness. But there are nights when I lie in bed and recall those amazing hours when my body and mind transcended all Earthly illusions of self in surrender to the primal beauty of raw masculine power laid bare, and sometimes envy the young boy or girl has taken my place.

During a year of abstinence at the age of twenty-two, I was plagued by relentless fantasies I'd never considered before. I was no longer content it seemed to submit simply to gratifying men orally. While I had only performed oral sex on men thus far, I was now experiencing vivid dreams and visions of all manner of my erotic objectification. My fantasies ranged from anal sex, to group blowjobs, to bondage and even abduction and rape. My fantasies had taken on new dimensions and intensities as I questioned the true nature of my compulsions to be sexually subjugated by men. What would I do if I found myself in over my head while sucking a stranger's cock in a hotel room? How can I truly enjoy the complete expression of a man's power and dominance without granting him full command over my body and will? Could I truly experience the full submissive role when I placed the preconditions of fellatio only on these sexual encounters? Could one grant prior consent to an act of forced sex? If I said to man, "No matter how I protest, you have my permission now to ignore me later, and force me to comply with your demands." would I live to regret such a Faustian bargain? Can you actually give someone permission to rape you? These were dark, frightening and absurd questions, more so because I so desperately wanted to find the answers. The only way to know was to set in motion a chain of events from which I could not turn back, and perhaps that is the ultimate expression of sexual submission.

I placed an internet add offering myself to a mature, dominant older man looking for a submissive boy to use as he desired. I gave a detailed and graphic description of just how much I wanted to be taken past all points of no return. I confessed that I could not go there without a strong hand to guide me. I warned that my master would need to be skilled at subduing the protests of my virgin body and mind. I posted a few photos of myself in graphic poses of submission to an imagined handler. I fluffed my now very long blond hair, wore a little lip blush and gave my most sensual looks into the camera as I offered up my body. Any interested man could imagine just how pretty I'd look in complete surrender to his will. Within a week my inbox had thirty-two messages. One stood out so far beyond the others that I began to shake as I read through his response and viewed his photos. "Oh my god I'm really going to do this," I said to myself with fear rising up in my mind and body.

I read through his first brief message: "I'm a middle aged bisexual black man who loves breaking in sexy little white girls and boys just like you. You sound new to this but don't worry baby, Max will take care of everything. Have you ever had a black man on you? Check my profile and tell me if you like." His second message a day later on a Saturday read: "Let's get together for a couple of hours next weekend and just see how it goes. Maybe you can give a little audition blowjob and see if you want to get to know Max a little better."

If sucking his cock was just an audition, there was no telling what more he might want from me. I opened his profile and my heart began to pound into my throat! He had two photos, one a view from below of his cock and balls as he stood over his camera in the most erotically imposing way. The other photo showed a thick, long arc of cum shooting from a large, handsome dark black cock as he stood over some imagined receiver of his copious gush of sperm. He was big and hairy and black and thick all over and I was his from that very moment.

He appeared to be well over six feet tall. He had a presence about him and I was overcome by an incredible desire to be on my knees before him in his photos, him raining that huge cum shot down all over my face and mouth. I was instantly obsessed with his dark, masculine beauty. As I read his profile, it became apparent that he wanted things that far exceeded my meager experiences: "I need sweet little submissive white boys and girls who know how to make their big black daddy happy. I'm large and in charge so don't bother me if you're not ready for a man who takes what he wants. But if you're that special kind of sweet little boy or girl who wants to be a good slut for daddy, Max wants to give you a chance to know what it's like to serve a real man."

My hands shook so badly that I had trouble typing my response back to him. I responded immediately. "My god you're an absolutely incredible man! No, I've never had a black man and I'd love for you to be my first. I have always ached to be with a black man but the opportunity has just never presented itself. But it certainly has now and I'd love to give you a wonderful audition. I'll book a room at the Marriott and perhaps we can meet in the hotel bar for a drink. How would next Saturday night around 8:00 PM be? I'm really looking forward to my chance to audition for you." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit send.

He responded in less than an hour. "I'll save it all up for you baby. I'll meet you in the bar at 8:00. I'll be easy to spot. I'll be the big black guy with the hard-on! My I.M. is listed below. Let's get to know each other a little. I'm usually on between 6:00 and 8:00 PM during the week."

We chatted on-line every night while we waited for the Saturday to arrive. We teased and flirted with some very dirty talk. Our chat sessions quickly became graphic and vivid. I knew I was flirting with things I had no idea I could deliver, but I plunged in just the same. I was flirting with points of no return in our chat. I was well aware of the expectations I was arousing in the type of man who would not let me off easy. I still had no idea what I had gotten in to but I was powerless to turn back now. We never made it to the hotel, and our last chat on Friday night went like this:

Me: "So tell me Max. Tell me everything you want me to do tomorrow night."

Max: "And miss the look on your face when you find out in person?"

Me: "I'm just in a dirty, flirty mood tonight and I want to hear all about what you want."

Max: "Then here it comes baby, but I don't want to scare you off."

Me: "No worries sweetie. I told you I was submissive. Let's consider this your chance to establish your complete dominance over me. Even things I may not be ready for yet are just a matter of your skill and patients. I have some idea of what I'm getting in to but I will need you to help me along. I'm yours to train."

Max: "So let's start with the basics baby. Max will take care of the rest in due time."

Me: "I know you will and I'm ready to learn."

Max: "I like to be licked and rubbed all over."

Me: "One massage and full body tongue bath coming right up!" 

Max: "And I love to watch myself cum hard on a pretty face."

Me: "I've spent hours looking at your photos wishing I was the target of all that cum of yours! You must of course grip me firmly by the hair as you administer my facial!"

Max: "So you like it rough?"

Me: "I like to be dominated. I like a man who takes control. I like to be immobilized by a man's grip so a little rough stuff is good as long as it's about his need to control and not his desire to inflict injury."

Max: "Max would never injure you baby. But Max does like to fuck a pretty face kind of hard sometimes."

Me: "I'd be in heaven with my head locked firmly in your huge, strong hands while you do what comes natural sweetie!"

Max: "Damn baby you better be for real. You're not just teasing old Max are you? Lots of bull shitters out there."

Me: "I'm as real as it gets Max. If you're disappointed, it will only be because you held back. But I'm betting you're not the hold back type!"

Max: "No holding back here baby but I need a freak to party hard on."

Me: "Party all over me Max. I'd love to get freaky for you."

Max: "I also like to watch my dick get sucked off and see the mouth full before it gets swallowed."

Me: "You nasty sexy man! ;-P, If I suck you off, I'll have to remember to give you a good display before I swallow down your load!"

Max: "IF you suck me off? Don't you mean WHEN you suck me off?"

Me: "Hay, let me play a little hard to get! Oh fuck it...we both know your cock will be in my mouth soon."

Max: "I also enjoy a good hand job until I nut, then watch as you lick all the cum off my body."

Me: "From the load I saw in your picture, that's going to take a lot of licking!"

Max: "So you sound like you're not afraid of a little cum."

Me: I could hardly call that a little cum, but no, I'm a fearless cum target. Aim straight baby, and unload that barrel full in my mouth."

Max: "Damn baby, you're a nasty little freak!"

Me: "You got me this way! You seem to put me in a dirty mood for some reason. I'll be your little freak, your pretty little white boy cock sucking slave if you let me."

Max: "So how freaky do you get?"

Me: "Like what?"

Max: "Like anal or more than one man at a time?"

Me: "I want both of those badly but I need someone to take me there. Can you?"

Max: "Don't worry about that baby. I can push your freak zone. It's all about trust baby and you can trust Max to protect you while we get there together."

Me: "Let's make sure you like what you get first. Who knows, you might gag me to death with that horse dick! I think I can handle it but it's a bit beyond what I've had so far."

Max: "You'll do just fine baby. I know you want to do good and you will."

Me: "Well I don't gag easy and I'd love to feel you force yourself into me. If I turn blue and pass out let me up, otherwise go for it baby. A little gagging never killed anyone."

Max: "I can teach you how to swallow. Within a few weeks you'll be able to take me to the balls. It just takes practice so I'll have to give you plenty of it."

Me: "The swallowing part I can manage; it's your thickness that's going to be the challenge!"

Max: "I'll have to stretch you out real good first."

Me: "Are we still talking about blow jobs? ; - )"

Max: "Oh you ARE teasing me now!!"

Me: "Not teasing you, just daring myself."

Max: "It's all good baby. Max is going to teach you a lot of new things."

Me: "So you promise I can be your favorite for a while?"

Max: "You are already my favorite. Just give me one night baby and you'll be eating out of my hands."

Me: "Mmmmm, out of your hands, out of a shot glass, out of full rubber, out of your belly button, out of anything you want to dump in baby."

Max: "Fucking shit baby. Fuck this, I can't wait until Saturday night."

Me: "Patients my sweet. My my...it has been a long time for you hasn't it!"

Max: "Not too long but my crib is small. Get your bitch ass over to my apartment tonight."

Me: "So I'm in a crib now?"

Max: "A small one but I need some variety. I love those first timers. Come on...don't you trust me?"

Me: "Actually yes I do."

Max: "Then I expect you on my dick by midnight."

Me: "Sounds like my big black bear just gave me his first official command."

Max: "There will be lots more to come if you obey this one."

Me: "And if I don't?"

Max: "If you don't, I got a little white girl for emergencies that will be sucking my dick instead of you."

Me: "And SHE will be sucking MY master's cock tonight? We mustn't allow that!

Give me your address I'll be there in an hour."

Max: "I've already emailed you a map."

Me: "So did you know I would come over tonight?"

Max: "You were black-owned property of Max the moment I chose you. It just took you a little while to realize it."

Me: "Was I that obvious?"

Max: "From the way you described yourself, we knew before you did."

Me: "Who's WE?"

Max: "You'll meet them when I think you're ready."

Me: "Make me ready Max. Teach me how to be ready. I'm coming to you. A little nervous but very excited. I'll be yours to do with as you please as quickly as I can get there sweetie."

I drove to his apartment in the city. I was frightened and astonished that I'd set myself on this course but as I drove, a sense of resignation and even comfort washed over me. The difficult part was over. I'd leapt from that ledge of safety into an unknown abyss and the freefall had only just begun. My fate was now in Max's large strong hands and I was just moments from meeting the man who would change my life forever. 

He answered the door with just a towel around his waist. My god he was a giant of a man towering a full six foot three or better. "I'm David" I introduced myself with a ridiculous blushing ear to ear grin as he let me in.

He was a magnificent display of black manhood, big, dark, thick legs and arms, large firm chest, and a large round belly pushing out over the towel. He had dense tight curly body hair covering his belly and chest, tinged with white here and there. His arms and legs were as thick as tree trunks and covered in the sparse curly black hair. His head was shaved and his face was quite pleasant to look at. 

"Damn baby I'm glad to see you. You're just in time." he said in a deep velvety voice and a big grin. "I just couldn't take any more of that chat shit. I was settin' at my computer with a hard on the size of a tree."

He mixed us drinks and fired up a joint that we shared.

"I love me a buzz while I get off," He declared "Makes everything feel ten times as good and makes me cum like a fuckin' horse."

"You are a horse baby." I replied.

"I'm gonna sit down and watch you get naked for me." He said.

"You want me completely naked?" I asked.

"Ya baby, got to get down to the skin."

I removed all my cloths as he watched me strip. I had a good buzz going and found that I thoroughly enjoyed doing this strip show for him. At five-seven tall and with a petite body and round ass, my small feminine frame seemed to please him as I unwrapped myself like a gift to him.




Blowing Max Was Just The Beginning



He wasted no time at all establishing his territory as he walked over to me and began to rub my neck and shoulders. My face only came to his upper chest. My face was hot and flushed with arousal, my body shaking and vulnerable as his massive frame dwarfed my tiny naked body. He stepped in close to me and I was engulfed in his massive warm body. To my astonishment, he brought his face down to mine and engaged me in a wet open mouth French kiss. Although I had given my mouth to many men's cocks in the most intimate way possible, I had never actually kissed another man on the lips. It was a strange and pleasant sensation. I wrapped my arms around his massive trunk and returned his kiss in a long, warm, wet exchange of passion. It was to be the first of many new things I would experience with Max.

He reached down with both hands and took hold of my ass. As he squeezed and rubbed I began to lick and kiss his chest and neck. I was actually trembling in his arms as I began to pant. He reached in with one hand and dropped his towel and I felt him press his mass of cock into my lower belly as he braced my small body against the largeness of his. 

"Damn baby," he whispered into my ear. "You're shakin' all over like a virgin."

"I am a virgin in most ways Max," I explained to him. "All I've ever done with men is give them oral sex, but this feels really good. I like this."

It was instantly clear to me Max thought of me as a woman. I was frightened but excited by the implications of Max's interest in my body. I had never considered how I would respond to a man who saw me in this way but my body seemed to be floating in the pleasure of his attentions.

He moved his face back and looked down at me. "Welcome to Max's place," he said with a huge grin. 

"I like it here Max," was all I could manage as my head spun and my breath shook.

He stepped away from me and walked to the sofa. As I followed, I watched his huge, beautiful black body move as though in slow motion. I was dazed and recovering from this unexpected moment as I took the vision of him in.

He turned and placed a hand on my shoulder and neck and pressed me to the floor as he reclined on the sofa. I sat on the floor between his legs and we shared another joint as I rubbed his thick legs and took a good look at him. His body was thick all over. He was just a massive man. His velvet black cock lay draped to one side over a set of jet-black balls hanging loose on the sofa. He had a large, beautiful cock head that made my mouth water. He had a thick mound of dark, curly pubic hair speckled with white. All along his cock ran the tick veins that would soon pump his limp cock to a huge, powerful erection. He smelled wonderful as his body scent mixed with a light musky cologne.

His voice was soft, very deep and mellow "So you never had a black man before?" he whispered.

"No but I've been going out of my mind ever since I saw you first picture," I confessed to him in a quivering voice. "I'll treat you real good I promise."

"I know you will baby," he sighed "I been waitin' all week too. Been savin' it for ya. Been looking at those pictures of your pretty face just thinkin' 'bout how it's gonna feel," he said with a deadly serious expression as he rubbed my arms and brought a hand to my face. He brushed his large thumb across my mouth and I answered by parting my full lips as he explored my mouth and tongue.

"So what would you like tonight baby," I asked in an accommodating, almost pleading tone.

"It's my audition remember?"

I smiled, my breath now shuddering with my nervous arousal.

"Don't be scared baby,'" he reassured me. "We'll take it one step at a time. Just show me your best dick suckin' tonight. Show Max how good you can love on that dick for me. If you do good you can come over again and make me happy in other ways."

"I'm not scared," I answered in a shaky voice "Just very excited and anxious to please you. You're such a big man and I'm just a bit overwhelmed is all."

'Just relax and do what you do baby," He assured me. "We don't need to get to everything in one night."

"You're in charge Max and I trust you to decide when I'm ready for whatever you want me to do." I replied.

"All I need tonight is to get my dick sucked real good baby," He assured me. "Just learn that cock tonight and make it cum." he said.

"Will you cum in my mouth?" I asked.

"Ya baby, suck me off nice and slow and I'll cum hard in your mouth for ya."

"I promise I'll make it feel real good when you cum. I'll finish you up real nice," I said as I began to kiss and lick his legs. I was ready to start on him with all the love and attention I could give his beautiful black cock. In a few moments this man's huge amazing dick would be in my mouth. I continued to lick and kiss his legs and inner thighs as I watched his cock grow in throbs of arousal.

"Ohhh, you're a licker ain't ya?" he moaned

"Uhmm, I love to lick and kiss."

"You can do that all over me baby, I got a thing for tongues."

His cock was getting hard and rising from his balls, it's enormous head swelling as I demonstrated on his inner thighs what I was about to do to his cock. I rose up and took his swelling dick in one hand.

"Oh my god!" I gasped as his cock sprung to a full, thick nine inch erection in my grasp.

"You like that big dick?" he asked

"Oh yes, it's beautiful. It's even more gorgeous in person."

I moved my fingertips all over his cock, just feeling his flesh as I feasted my eyes on every detail. The skin of his cock was as silky as velvet with a matt black sheen to his flesh. The veins of his cock meandered wildly all around his thick shaft and I could just make out the bluish traces of those bulging veins. He was circumcised but had a generous fleshiness to his cock. I slid my fingers down to his balls and fondled them lightly. His scrotum hung very loose pulled down by the weight of two enormous testicles. As he spread his legs wider, his sack cascaded over the edge of the sofa. His cock head was bulging smooth as the arousal flowed into his penis. I held his dick at the base and with my thumb and finger, gently pinched up the mound of wrinkled skin just under the head. I massaged the concentration of sensitive nerves clustered in those loose folds of flesh between my fingers as he let out a moan. I wanted him to know that I knew my way around a man's cock.

"Ya you got it baby...that's the spot," he moaned.

I smiled up at him as I teased the flesh. "It gets a lot better," I bragged as I licked my fingers and teased the same spot lightly with wet fingertips. He lurched slightly and let out a long, approving moan of pleasure in that deep hypnotic base voice of his.

Holding his cock I lowered myself so I could see the reaction on his face to what I was about to do to him. His cock was rock hard now with the head filled to a large black-purple mushroom. With my tongue out and my mouth open, a teasing smile on my face, I slowly moved my mouth toward the underside of his cock. He was staring down at me anticipating the wet warmth about to press against him. I placed just the very tip of my tongue on the spot I'd found and slowly rolled my tongue flat against the loose wrinkles under his enormous head. His body flinched and he let out a long moaning sigh as his cock throbbed. I licked him slowly and gently as I watched the expression on his face respond to the sensation. His eyelids narrowed to slits and his lips pursed with a low "oohhhh...oohhh yaaaa...." He let out loud panting moans of pleasure and his body squirmed at this first moment of my mouth on his cock. He placed his huge right had alongside my cheek and caressed my face as he watched my wet tongue move over him.

"Hell yes baby...hell yes," he sighed. "That's the spot right there, just a little bit lower."

I moved my tongue down just a half an inch and he let out a low growl as he watched my pretty white little face eclipsed by his enormous black dick.

"Damn baby you gonna tease me bad ain't ya?"

"Absolutely!" I answered "I love the expression on your face, like a man about to get his dick sucked."

"The more you tease the harder I come," he said as a warning.

"Then I'll have to tease you until you explode," I replied accepting his challenge.

I knew Max enjoyed watching himself cum so I shared my fascination with that amazing liquid I'd so skillfully coxed from so many cocks.

"I was amazed at your cum in your photos Max," I teased. "I can imagine a dozen ways you will make me cleaning up your messes."

"I do like to watch the cleanup baby." He whispered as he watched me begin to work him with my mouth.

I slowly ran my wet tongue up the long length of his hard dick. When I moved my tongue away, I could see that the silky matt black of his cock flesh had become a shiny glistening trail where the wetness of my tongue had traced along his length. The contrast was pleasing so I licked his hard shaft in several places to watch the texture of his skin change in high contrast. The skin of his cock was such a wonderful shade of dark chocolate I spent a moment just taking it in. Where I made his dick wet, his skin became almost translucent and I could clearly see the dark blue of the veins that were now thick and bulging hard all up and down his beautiful black shaft.

I rose up on my knees. His body was so dark and beautiful I wanted to kiss him all over. His black skin aroused a response in me I had not expected. I had never been all that interested in a man's body over all, but I just wanted to explore his entire body with my mouth and hands. His blackness was fascinating to me, such a rich wonderful color so different from white men. I leaned over on him and began to lick and kiss his chest and nipples, left to right and then moved down to work my mouth around his belly. He smelled of cologne I couldn't identify, but it smelled expensive and very masculine. His body's natural scent was a deep musk unlike anything I'd ever known before. I came back into position and sat all the way down on the floor until my face was even between his legs. I began kissing and licking his legs, thighs, knees, all the way down to his calves. 

"God, I can't stop licking you!" I exclaimed.

"Let's go to your room where we can get down to it,." He said.

"MY room?" I inquired. "I have a room?"

"Ya baby, it's the room all my guests get to stay in, set up just for fun."

In the room he lead me to, there was a large bed with poster head and foot boards, a large ataman, a sofa, a table with drawers and plush carpeting. A round tufted mat lay in the middle of the room and it was clear this room was where I'd be entertaining while I stayed at Max's.

I watched him as he walked to the bed. He was as beautiful as a race horse, and just as powerful. He crawled onto the bed and the mass of his body settled into a comfortable position, legs parted inviting me to take my place.

"Come on up in here and love on this dick baby. You got my whole body feelin' it now," he said

"I'd love to, just relax and enjoy yourself with me Max," I answered as I crawled on to the bed.

"Oh I'm relaxed. I'm just gonna lay here and watch you do your thing," he said "Just treat that cock real good baby, love that cock for me."

I took my place between his thick legs. His body was so large and his cock stood so high that I had to lay a pillow under me so I could be at a comfortable level to him. He propped his head on a pillow, spread his legs wider and took a long luxurious stretch before melting into the bed like a big black-bear bedding down. 

"My beautiful big black-bear," I said looking up at him with a smile.

"Make your big black bear a happy man baby." he replied. 

We both laughed and I began my ritual worship at the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. I did love his cock, and I wanted to make love to it with everything I could give him. I wanted to give him the most pleasure I possibly could, to make him feel like a real man who disserved the best blowjob I could possible provide him. This man disserved someone who would truly appreciate the beauty of his body and his magnificent cock and I was desperate to be that someone for him. I was going to show him how eager and willing I was to please him. This would be the largest cock to ever cum in my mouth, and by far the largest load of sperm I would ever take. My heart pounded and my body shivered with anticipation at the thought of it. 

I placed my left hand around the base of his cock, my right hand on his left inner thigh. I lowered my mouth to his balls and pressed my face into his huge, hot sack, just smelling him for a moment as I filled my face with an enormous, jet-black scrotum. I breathed in that now familiar, erotic musk of a man in full arousal that I had come to find so incredibly satisfying. I sighed with pleasure and satisfaction as I extended my tongue and began to bath his gigantic balls in the wetness of my lips, tongue and mouth. I reached under his heavy sack and lifted his balls to kiss and mouth each for several moments as I felt his cock pulse with pleasure in my hand. He moaned quietly now off in his private world of the pleasure of the warmth and wetness of his blowjob. 

I could feel on my face the wrinkled, soft, hairy texture of skin like no other part of a man's body. With my tongue, I was once again tracing all the lines of that wonderful flesh of a man's balls. I let his gorgeous balls settle back onto the bead. I wriggled onto my right side and draped my right arm across his belly, then took his cock in my left hand. I paused for a moment to roam my eyes all over his hard cock. Such beauty and perfection, such an incredible work of nature that it could fill me with so much satisfaction and fascination. I considered for a moment just how much excruciating erotic pleasure I was about to give this man through this simple, natural act of oral sex. As I gazed upon the totality of his masculine presence, the familiar erotic taboo of a boy eager to please an older man combined with the titillation of my white face between his black legs combined to send waves of erotic pleasure coursing though me like a mini-orgasm. A fantasy since childhood, I was finally going to fill my mouth with a beautiful black man's cock and cum. 

With my face at an angle to his erection, I began to lick at the base of his cock, lapping at him, kissing him and slowly working my way up his shaft from beneath. With each advance, I held my tongue out as far as I could and wrapped it around his shaft, licking him generously as I drew my tongue in, and then wrapping my lips around his cock in an open mouth kiss. I was shaking with pleasure as my shuddering breath came out in whimpers of submission.

"That's it baby love on that hard dick sweetie," he sighed as he locked his eyes on my face. With his left hand on the back of my head, he rubbed me gently. Just as I reached the soft, wrinkled flesh below the head of his dick, I moved my face to the side of his cock and ran my tongue up along the smooth skin, still fascinated by the stark contrast of the texture of his flesh between wet and dry. With my tongue extended flat and wet, I gave him what he'd been aching for; a full, generous massage of that spot I'd found earlier just below his cock-head. I drew large, wet circles covering all this area, feeling the bulging ridge on my tongue where his enormous dick head met his shaft. He drew in a breath and let out a long, low "Wooooo." of pleasure.

His cock pulsed as he spoke "Damn baby stay on that for a minute. You doin' fine sweety."

Smiling as I worked him, I let out a giggle and drew the skin of his shaft toward my tongue, concentrating his loose flesh under my licking motion. His body flinched as the intense stimulation registered somewhere in his mind. With my open mouth, I placed my lips around the underside of his cock head and gently sucked and kissed the flesh I held gathered there. He let out a wail and his large leg began to lift from the bed, bending at the knee. He rolled to me slightly adjusting his position. I moved my right hand down to take his cock and slid my left arm up under his raised leg and began to squeeze and massage the right side of his ass and leg. 

I rose up a little to get my face above his enormous cock head and slowly licked the deep grove from where an impossibly large load of cum would soon gush into my mouth. I squeezed his cock firmly and stroked it up milking a pool of clear fluid to the head, then licked it clean. I savored my first taste of his semen and another wave of pleaser and anticipation coursed through me.

It was time to take this bulging, enraged black cock into my mouth. His cock head glistened wet from my tongue, so dark with a tinge of purple hue, so smooth and hard. I would soon drink from the fountain of a beautiful black man so much larger than life that I felt tiny and fragile between his legs. And here it was again, that wonderful feeling of submission to a man's erotic pleasure I constantly ached for.

I lowered my open mouth and traced the ridge of his large head with my tongue, then slowly brought my wide open mouth down around his manhood. As his enormous head filled my mouth, I closed my lips around his shaft and began to suck him gently, rolling my tongue under him. I settled into a slow sensual rhythm of taking him in and drawing him to me, then withdrawing to the rim of his cock head, over and over, my hand stroking in opposition to my sucking so that as much of his shaft as possible could feel the motion of my mouth. His cock was so warm and his body smelled so wonderful in its hot arousal. I could feel the power of his body in my mouth and I moaned in pleading whimpers of helpless surrender.

He was breathing heavy now, sucking in air around clinched teeth. I pushed my head down and took as much of him into my mouth as I possibly could. His cock head filled the back of my throat; too large to go any deeper but I had a full six of his nine inches in me. He released a loud yell as I held him deep. His hand on the back of my head, his legs twitched as he pumped his cock in surging pulses that I could clearly feel throbbing against the walls of my mouth. His enormous girth seemed to grow wider as I sucked him in a slow, steady rhythm. After several moments I slowly drew my mouth upwards until the large head gently glided from my lips.

As I recovered and began to lick him again, he praised my work.

"God damn baby you do know how to love on a dick don't ya."

"If you can fall in love with a man's cock, then I'm in love with yours," I replied.

He laughed and let out a hoot as he rose from the bed. "Stand up here with me baby."

He drew me to him and began to kiss me again, this time running his tongue around the lips of my open mouth. I pursed my lips around his tongue and sucked it hard as he moaned, his hot breath pouring out on to my face.

With one hand on my shoulder and the other on the side of my head, he pressed me down to the floor as I sank to my knees in front of him. His gigantic black body loomed over me as he held his cock up and guided my face under him to his huge balls. I nestled myself up between his thick legs, wrapped my arms around him and held on to his ass as I began to lap and kiss at his balls. I pressed my face deep into his sack and smothered myself in damp flesh. The strong scent of his musk sent waves of arousal through me. After bathing his balls for several moments, I moved up to his cock and stroked it from beneath with my lips and tongue, and then held my tongue all the way out for him as he rubbed his wet cock all over my face. With one hand on my head, he guided his dick into my mouth pressing his hard cock into me. He held my head firmly in both hands and thrust himself in and out of my mouth, his huge head plunging in and out past my lips, into my throat then back again. 




Blowing Max Was Just The Beginning



"Ya baby take that cock," he groaned. "You doin' real good baby real good."

He gathered my long hair in his hand to form a pony tail as a handle for thrusting my head in and out as he fucked my mouth harder and harder. I held his ass firmly as I struggled to accept the relentless powerful thrusts of his face fuck. I encouraged his aggression by pulling him to me with my hands on his ass and moaning in a pleading request for more. He answered by releasing my hair and taking my head in both hands as he stopped to poise himself on the brink of thrusting himself into me. 

He looked down at me as tears welled in my eyes.

"You want it all don't you baby? You want Max to make you do it don't you?" he asked in a tone that commanded a yes.

"UmmHmmm," I answered in begging compliance with the head of his cock just inside my mouth waiting for his plunge.

He braced my head as he steadied his stance, and then groaned as he forced his cock down my throat in one smooth, steady advance. I had learned to suppress my gag reflex but his cock was just too big. As I began to retch he backed off for just a moment so I could take one breath, then with my head locked firmly against escape, he drove himself home as I gagged and wretched struggling to suppress the reflexes fighting this intrusion until I felt the warmth of his balls pressed into my chin. He withdrew to allow me a breath and immediately drove all of his nine inches into me until my face was locked against his groin. He bounced my head against him as he fucked my throat in shallow rapid thrusts. With one final, violent thrust of force he rammed my head to him with all his strength and grunted as he pumped his cock in my tight throat.

He pulled his cock from me again and began to stroke himself. "Stick your tongue out," he demanded.

I held my tongue against the underside of his dick as he slowly pushed and pulled his cock, sliding it around on my lips and tongue.

Having experienced the uncompromising power of his body's strength, I was overcome by the vision of me lying helpless beneath him as he plunged his cock into my ass, holding me firmly in place as he crushed me into the bed, my small body full of his hard black manhood. In my mind, I imagined the moment when I would scream "fuck me baby, fuck me...fuck me" until his huge body would convulse and spasm on top of me as he unleashed a powerful orgasm filling my small, tight ass with his cum. 

He lifted me from the floor and positioned me on the bed to his side with my head lying in his lap, mouth full of his cock as I cupped his balls. With his hand, he rubbed my small back and shoulders then moved to my ass to rub and squeeze it.

"Damn baby you got a sweet little ass."

"I'm glad you like it. Your hands feel so good on my Max," I offered.

"You ever give up that ass before?" he asked.

"No, but you can be my first," I admitted. 

"Don't worry sweetie, Max can break you in easy."

I quickly took his massive cock back into my mouth as he gasped with surprise.

"Oh ya suck it baby," he groaned.

The sensation of his hand rubbing my ass and back sent waves of pleasure through me as his cock filled my mouth. We lay like this for several minutes until he shifted me to lie back between his legs.

I treated his enormous cock and balls to a lavish licking and kissing as he built closer and closer to his orgasm. He took his cock in his hand and with the other, tilted my face to one side.

"Lick that dick baby," He instructed. "Love that dick."

I licked the underside of his rock hard erection as he slowly stroked against my mouth. He lay there watching me as I gave him the best my mouth could offer. He was groaning in that deep, smooth voice of his as together, we brought him to the verge of eruption.

"You ready to suck me off baby, ready to show Max how much you want his cum?" he moaned.

"Oh god yes baby I want to feel your whole body cum in my mouth," I begged between licks of his cock. "I want to taste you, swallow you, take your cum inside me."

"Suck it now baby, do it really good for me." he blurted between gasps of air. "Suck real good...make me cum baby...make me cum hard. Get that dick off right in your mouth."

I took his cock in both hands and stretched my mouth wide to engulf that enormous head. Rolling my tongue as I went, I worked my mouth down around his girth until the head of his cock was deep in my mouth. As I sucked his dick, I could feel the tension of his body build as he flexed and heaved. His cock head swelled to a firm bulb and I knew he was seconds from bursting in my mouth. 

Max was a very verbal man and the deep rich agonized sounds of his voice in those final seconds sent waves of pleasure through me as he talked me through the long hard orgasm he wanted so desperately to experience. As he instructed and encouraged me, I melted into this man's complete control, an expression of his will as though my body were his to command as an extension of his own. 

"Stay with it baby...stay on it just like that. Your doin' great baby, that's just the way I like my dick sucked, slow and steady makes me cum hard baby. Keep suckin' that dick baby...keep suckin' just like that. That feels so good, your doin' that just right sweetie. Suck that dick good for me baby. Love that dick for me. Keep Suckin' just like that the whole time I'm cumin' so I can finish good baby. Finish all the way baby so I can cum a long time." He panted out his words as his body squirmed with the excruciating pleasure of near orgasm that he was trying to hold for as long as he could. "Make that dick cum right in your mouth baby. Take all my cum in your mouth. Look at me baby...look at me, look at me now." He blurted as his incredible orgasm commenced.

I looked up and just as we made eye contact he cried out in release. A huge forceful blast of jizz shot right into the back of my throat as he took his pleasure in the vision and sensation of his large gushing cock engulfed in my small mouth. He screamed over and over as his massive release of heavy streams of sperm shot into my mouth in spasm after spasm of his long, intense orgasm.

"Suck baby suck...suck...suck," he screamed as his body continued to convulse in an endless orgasm.

I took the wonderful, warm slick fluid of his body's full release into my mouth as I sucked him slow and steady throughout his long powerful orgasm. He watched in ecstasy as his huge black cock pump my little face full of his sperm. We stayed with our eyes locked together as he fed me all of his copious load of cum.

As his orgasm subsided he gripped my head in both hands to keep his cock in my mouth. "Keep suckin' it baby. There you go, keep it goin'. Just keep suckin' that dick for me."

I sucked him long after he was completely spent. With his hand on my forehead, he raised my head from his softening cock and said "Don't swallow it baby; let me see what I did."

I raised my head and held my mouth open for him, spilling a drool of his cum onto his belly. "That's beautiful baby. Now swallow that shit for me bitch, drink my nut baby."

I slid his huge load of sperm to the back of my mouth and felt it slide down my throat as the taste of him filled me. The strong, pungent flavor of Max's semen sent waves of pleasure through me as I rolled what was left of his cum around my lips and tongue.

"Sorry baby. Some of that got away from me." I apologized as I lowered my mouth to suck up the puddles of cum from his belly and around the hairy base of his cock.

"Damn baby you are a freak on a dick," Came his panting, breathless praise as he his head collapsed to the pillow, me licking him clean.

I kissed and licked at his body as I nuzzled between his legs. With my head lying on large belly, we both drifted into a wonderful afterglow. I was overcome with a feeling of complete contentment as I felt his rhythmic breathing. 

"Would you like to cum on my face?" I offered hoping he had another orgasm in him.

"No baby, that's all you get for tonight," he said to my disappointment. He was denying me his cum. I knew this was his way of exerting control over me but even though I was disappointed, I knew this man had the skills to control and manipulate that I so desperately needed if I were to go where I wanted him to take me.

I pouted up at him and whined a little, "So I don't get to watch you cum on my face?"

"Don't worry baby," he assured me. "You're gonna get lots more."

"Does this mean I'm officially your bitch?" I whispered with a smile of pure content as I kissed his balls and limp cock.

"My little cock suckin', cum lovin' black owned bitch, baby," he said with a laugh.

"I like the sound of that," I declared. "The property of Max and his big black dick."

"Don't forget, a good bitch gives up ass," he clarified setting the expectation for our next encounter.

"I'll be ready next time," I promised as I raised my ass up from the bed and wriggled it. "Just go easy on me. I'm dying to feel you fuck me but I have no idea how I'll do."

"Don't worry baby, Max knows how to handle a virgin ass."

We arranged to hook up again the following weekend. He gave me a long kiss goodbye at the door and patted my ass. 

I went home and dozed off with the vision of what I would experience in a few days. I would need to practice as I had no idea what to expect. In a week, I would offer myself up to be fucked by a big beautiful, passionate black man and I thought the next weekend would never come. But that's my next story.



Blowing My Boyfriend's Bully



I have to admit, the first time by boyfriend said that he wanted to watch me have sex with another man, I was a little shocked! But the more I thought about it, the more it excited me - having sex with strangers, experiencing other men while my boyfriend watched. And it was a while since my boyfriend excited or pleased me sexually.

It wasn't long before he told me what he really wanted to see. 

There was a guy at his old job named Glen - the alpha in the workplace. He was a very tall, broad shouldered jock with a rumoured huge cock. Glen use to bully my boyfriend when they worked together, and my boyfriend said it would be a massive turn on to see Glen's cock in my mouth. I then decided to see pictures of this Glen online. He looked like a pig - a classic douche bag of a man - which was also a slight turn on. I accepted.

My boyfriend informed me that Glen had seen pictures of me online and loved the thought - me being 22 years old, 5ft2 with red hair and smooth pale skin. 

The night came when Glen was coming over for a visit. 

My boyfriend answered the door and in walked Glen - broad shouldered, tall and dark. "Hey loser." he greeted my boyfriend as he entered. Then he saw me as I was looking him up. I was incredibly timid and shy, and my mouth must've been open because he said, "That's right baby, a real man." 

My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was incredibly nervous. This guy was very intimidating - towering over my boyfriend. "Make yourself at home, Glen." - said my boyfriend - "I'll get you a drink." 

As Glen walked toward the living room he squeezed my ass. I heard him say, "Nice!" under his breath. His huge hand nearly covered my right asscheeck.

Glen sat down in the middle of the couch, as my boyfriend gave him his beer. I then sat down on the arm chair next to the couch. 

"So, loser finally invites me around to his house." Glen then looked at me. "Come sit on my lap."

Now, my heart was racing. This guy was an asshole, a bully, but my panties were soaked! 

I stood up and walked over to Glen. Before I could sit in his lap he pulled me by the arm and sat me down in his lap. He then began to squeeze my tits roughly. I was still clothed, but his hands were caressing and pulling all over my body. He then grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth onto his. He kissed me furiously - having his tongue slide all around my mouth. He then began kissing down my neck, before he pulled open my shirt and ripped off my bra. I could feel my heart in my throat now. Glen looked over at my boyfriend who was almost salivating at this point, and told him to, "Sit on the floor and watch, pussy."

My boyfriend obeyed and watched intensely. Glen then furiously began to squeeze and suck my pink nipples that where now fully erect on my perky petite tits. As he sucked and licked, I looked at my boyfriend who was rubbing his crotch. Glen then made me stand up. There I stood in front of him bare chested, shirt open. He then got out his phone and took a picture of me standing there. 

"Take your panties off." He demanded. I obeyed. As I slid them down my legs, I could feel how damp they were. Glen grabbed the wet panties out of my hand and scrunched them up to his nose, as he inhaled my scent. I was about to cum on the spot - I was so horny! 

He told me to, "Turn around, lift your skirt up, bend over and look back at me." 

I do exactly what he told me, and as I looked over my right shoulder back at Glen, he took another photo.

He then put my wet panties in his pocket, and said, "I'll keep these."

"Crawl over to me." He demanded. I then got on all fours and crawled over to Glen - who still sat on the couch. I ended up with my head between his legs. Glen then unzipped his fly, pulled down his pants and revealed his huge, throbbing, veiny cut cock - which pointed right at my face. I must have had the look of shock, because he said, "I bet you're in need of a real cock, instead of what this loser's been giving you." As he referred to my boyfriend, who sat on the floor in a euphoric state, slowly pulling is obviously his cock which was erect, yet incredibly inferior to Glen's monster. His cock was enormous! Easily nine inches long, and an inch wide. There was no way I could fit it in my pussy - let alone my mouth! "Suck it bitch." Glen ordered. 

This guy was a complete asshole. But having him enter our home, treat my boyfriend like garbage, and use me as his pleasure slave really turned me on! I didn't have to like the guy. In fact, I think I hated him. But I was turned on to the point of being dripping wet, by being demanded to suck his cock in front of my submissive boyfriend. Glen was in charge.

I grabbed what I could of Glen's shaft as I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and put as much of his knob in my mouth as possible. My lips only just went over the base of the knob. I then began to stroke the shaft of Glen's cock with both hands, and only slightly bounce his knob in and out of my mouth. My lips were stretched. I really don't think that I would've looked attractive, as I was obviously struggling with the task at hand. In my peripheral I could see my boyfriend wanking - watching the alpha male that bully's him have his cock in his girlfriends mouth - completely dominating me.

As I sucked, slobbered, jerked, Glen would call me a, "Slut." And say things like, "Oh yeah, suck that cock you little bitch!"

A few times Glen would grab the back of my head and force his cock too far down my throat - as a few times I gagged.

When his cock was back in my mouth, I looked up and saw Glen take another photo on his phone. He showed it back to me as I continued at suck his cock - I looked petrified in the photo! I could see that I was frowning with intimidation, and my mouth forcibly spread wide with his throbbing vainy cock. I then wondered who he was going to show these pictures to? I thought possibly my boyfriends ex fellow employees - with the thought just turning me on even more! The thought of all of them in the lunch room - passing around Glen's phone, laughing, then sneaking off to the toilet to jerk off over my pictures. 

It was only another two minutes of this agonising sucking before Glen grunted loudly, arched back and a huge hot load of cum squirted the back of my throat. I chocked slightly and went to take his cock out of my mouth, but Glen held the back of my head as a few quick loads shot out of his cock and to the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. I then wrestled my head free, and took Glen's huge cock out of my mouth. I gasped for air as Glen continued shooting hot cum on my face, neck and chest. I sat on my knees breathing deeply as hot sticky cum would splat on my forehead, nose and lips. It felt like the biggest load I've encountered, and with a cock that size - I'm not surprised! 

I then heard my boyfriend blow his load - as he grunted. I heard Glen say, "Enjoy that loser? I just fucking covered your girlfriend. She looks better this way." 

I sat there covered in cum. I was the most horny that I have ever felt in my life! My pussy was dripping wet. I couldn't take it anymore, so I put my hand in my crotch and started rubbing my clit. It was only mere seconds before I felt my thighs quiver, and I began to cum. I couldn't even hold in my loud moan, as cum dripped down my face. 

My boyfriend watched in amazement - as his girlfriend was totally taken by the bully that made fun of him at work. I felt ashamed, slutty and dirty in an exciting way. The next thing, I look over and Glen wiped the remaining drops of cum off of his knob with a pillow from the couch, and then threw it back. He pulled up his pants and put away the monster cock that covered me in cum. 

He then grabbed a pen from the coffee table, knelt down beside me and wrote his phone number on my left thigh saying. He said, "When you wanna real man to fuck you, give me a call. I'll make you squeal." 

He then threw the pen at my boyfriend - who sat there with his now limp cock in his hand, and his own cum on himself. 

Glen then left, and I sat there feeling filthy, still covered in his cum. I was used and treated like a filthy slut. But it still turned me on! 

I looked down at the number on my left thigh, and couldn't help but feel a tingle in my pussy. It excited me at the thought of being used by this bully again - next time having that huge cock slide up inside me - being at his mercy! 

As much as I hate to admit it, and as long as I would deny it - I was going to call that number, deep down I knew it! The excitement built up -thinking about what would happen after I did.



Blowing My Cousin



My first gay experience came at the young age of eighteen with a much older man. This man was my cousin, the son of my mother's sister.

I grew up on the northern east coast. He grew up in the south on a farm. We would visit most every summer. Joe was my favorite cousin. He would take me out on the tractor and taught me how to ride on the back of a flat trailer and throw bails of hey that weighed as much as I did across the pastures to feed herds of cows. He was a big, tall, gentle man who loved animals and was kind to everyone.

When I was eighteen, he was in his late thirties. He had left the farm to drive tractor-trailers for a living. He would deliver new trucks all across the country and Canada, then fly home for his next run. One summer, he delivered a stack of trucks to a dealer in our area and stayed over at our house for a few days. I was excited that my favorite cousin was staying over, but not in a million years would I have guessed that I would be taking this man's cock and cum into my mouth that very night.

I shared a bedroom with my younger brother who was away at camp for a couple of weeks in the summer, and so my cousin roomed with me for his stay. 

At an early age, I knew I had a strong sexual attraction to both men and women and I fully intended to experience a man as possible. I was never "confused" about my sexuality and just accepted my bisexuality as who I was. I would later realize that Joe was my favorite cousin because I had had a sexual attraction to him from the time I was in grade school; I just hadn't realized it until that week he stayed with us.

On the first night of his stay as we were preparing to go to bed, he closed the bedroom door and took out a small bag containing some marijuana and a pipe. We had stayed up late watching movies and everyone else in the house was asleep. "I know you get high, right?" he asked. I told him I loved getting high. We sat on the floor under an open widow and smoke a couple of large bowls being careful to let the smoke draw through my window fan. What I didn't tell my cousin was that getting high made me insatiably horny, and that I often got high to enhance my fantasies of giving a man a blow job. I was stoned as hell by the time we finished two bowls and my mind was racing with visions of him lying naked on the bed, me prone between his legs making love to his cock with my mouth, but I never consider it might really happen.

He put his stuff away and walked over to the door and locked it. "I sleep naked and I don't want your mama or little sister to walk in and see me dick to Jesus!" To my astonishment, he began to strip down completely naked in my room. He was a country boy and not given to modesty. I did not consider this a sexual advance, but the sight of his nude body so aroused me that I became terribly self-conscious and had to steal glimpses of him as he undressed. As he stood naked folding his jeans and shirt over the back of a chair, I realized that I found his body incredibly beautiful. He was a big man, easily six foot two. He was muscular with a middle-aged belly that had developed since he had quit the farm to drive trucks. His body was covered with dark hair. When he turned from the chair and walked toward his bed, I saw his full frontal body approaching. He had the most wonderful cock and balls I'd ever seen. His cock was large and partially erect and swung gently as he walked. I began hoping desperately that the locked door and his arousal was a signal to me that he wanted something from me. 

I was now having a difficult time averting my eyes from his cock and he seemed to be in no hurry to cover himself. He moved around the room naked looking at my models and making small talk. "Got any little girlfriends we can sneak in for a blow job?" he asked with a smile. "No" I said in a shaky voice. Surely he was throwing me hints, I was just to terrified to tell him that he didn't need any girls, and that I'd love to take care of that gorgeous cock for him. "Too bad" he said "I love a good blowjob when I'm stoned"

Did he have any idea what he was doing to me? Was he just sharing boy talk or could he see right through me? It didn't matter. I was too frightened to make the first move and nothing was going to happen unless he stated it. If it was all in my head, he might be repulsed by my admission that I was bisexual. It simply wasn't worth the possible humiliation to take the chance. But oh how I hoped he would finally ask if I'd be willing to let him put that gorgeous cock in my mouth. "Well...'night" he said and lay down on the other bed.

"'Night" I replied sheepishly, an unexpected inflection of disappointment obvious in my voice as he turned off the light. I undressed in the dark. It was not my modesty but rather the rock-hard erection I had that I did not want him to see. So I made my way to my bed and slid in.

After my eyes adjusted, I realized I could see him clearly from my bed only a few feet away from the lights of the street lamps. He lay naked on his back on top of the covers, too hot a night for even a sheet. The mound of his cock was clearly visible to me. I pulled my sheet up over myself and rolled over to face the other way. I closed my eyes tightly and tried not to think about this beautiful naked man lying only feet from me. It was hopeless of course. A few moments later I heard him breathing. I rolled over and gazed at him lying there with a huge eight-inch erection in his hand! He was slowly rubbing his cock and balls. My god it was beautiful. His cock was large and I could see the shining head of his dick as he held it pointing straight up. Under my sheet, I had my hand around my own cock quietly fantasizing that I was curled up between his legs licking his balls and cock. My hopes had been dashed by then and I assumed the best I could hope for was to quietly, voyeuristically watch him masturbate and maybe catch a glimpse of his cum as he shot off in the pail light. My intentions were to quietly cum into the towel I kept in my bed as my imagination worked through how I would bring him to a screaming orgasm in my eager mouth, if only I had the guts to crawl over to him.

I was so engrossed and so stoned that I didn't realize he was perfectly aware of what I was doing. 

"You wanna come over here?" he whispered. It startled me so bad I jumped out of my skin. He laughed, "I didn't mean to scare ya". He took his cock in his hand and pointed in my direction. "It won't hurt ya boy and I wont tell no body" Perhaps he had sensed for all those years that I was bi, or perhaps gay. For whatever reason he seemed confident that I would not refuse him, and he was absolutely right. His cock was so large and so hard that it both terrified me and fascinated me at the same time. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.

"Come on over here boy, nothin' wrong with a little curiosity at your age". It was crystal clear now that he was hoping for the same thing I was, he just needed to be sure. He had more to loose than I did. And I knew of course he certainly wasn't going to tell my mom and dad that he stuck his cock in their son's mouth!

I moved over to him and sat on the side of the bed. I knew everyone else had fans going in their room so I was not too concerned that anyone would here him if made noise. My breath was shaking as I tried to control the pounding in my ears.

"You can touch it if you want", he said. I laid a hand on his thigh and rubbed his leg as he held his cock. The feel of touching another mans body was incredibly arousing to me to my surprise. I was trembling all over even in the heat, and my heart was racing. I placed my hand on his balls and rubbed them gently. His balls were hanging loose between his legs and they felt so soft and hairy and the heat of his body poured off of them. He moaned a little and moved his hand away from his cock. I moved my hand up and wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft. It felt so powerful and so strange in my hand.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked him. I was surprised at the sound of my voice, so shaky and halting, so vulnerable.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"Can I kiss it?" I asked.

"Ya, I'd like that", he answered.

I bent down and put my lips on the tip of his dick. I felt a drop of wet fluid on my lips. I licked it from the tip of his cock and tasted it. It was salty and sticky and tasted wonderful. He smelled of the musk of his balls and Old Spice. I could feel the heat of his body radiating from between his legs. I bent down to him and kissed the skin just under his large head. The skin of his dick felt and tasted wonderful against my lips. A low long moan came from him as I gently kissed the spot under his dickhead, rubbing my moist lips on him.

"Do you want me to give you a blow job?" I asked

"Have you ever done it before", he asked

"No, but I know what to do", I answered.

Of course my idea of what to do was all based on the many detailed fantasies I'd run over and over in my mind of what I'd do if I ever got the chance to indulge myself on another mans cock. I had a girlfriend who only gave me head because she wanted me to do her. I was good with my mouth and she always had intense orgasms when I ate her. I figured if I could do that to a girl, I could do it to a man. I used to watch her suck me off and always wished it were me doing the sucking. She didn't much care for the taste of cum and always spit mine immediately into a towel. I vowed that if I ever had a man cum in my mouth, I'd lovingly swallow all he gave me and never insult him by spitting out his sperm.

"Now if you start, you can't chicken out on me." He said, All I could manage was a shaky "I wont, I promise" because the thought of his cock in my mouth suddenly took my breath away. 

He moved up the bed into a reclining position against his pillow, spread his legs and said, "Why don't you lay down right here" as he patted the space on the bed between his legs.

I climbed into the bed and placed myself between his legs, now staring up at his cock and body. This close, I could see every detail of his cock. It was about eight inches long with a large purple head gleaming in the light of the street lamp. It was so thick I could not wrap my hand completely around it. The skin of his cock was warm and covered in thick veins standing out all over it. There was a bush of thick dark hair at its base that wrapped down to a set of balls sparsely covered with long hair. His legs and the mound of his belly were also quite hairy. I would later learn these men were called "bears" and it set the pattern for my preference in men.

"Just take your time and have some fun with it. Relax in to it, I wont do anything to hurt you", he whispered as he sensed my nervousness. He was patient and gentle, and I trusted him completely. As first experiences go, he was all I'd ever dreamed of. 

I closed my eyes and started licking and kissing the inside of his thighs for a few moments, just enjoying the smell and feel of his hairy flesh. I placed my open mouth on his balls and kissed and licked them as he moaned quietly. When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring down at me with a look of concentration and contentment on his face. I propped myself up on my elbows and took his cock in one hand while I rested the other on his thigh. I placed my tongue right on the generous wrinkles of loose flesh just under the head of his dick and slowly caressed it with my tongue. His cock stiffened as he drew in a long breath and let out a stifled moan. "That's nice" he sighed. He closed his eyes and laid his head back as his body squirmed slightly. He spread his legs further apart so that I had room to reach everything as I worked on him. 

Even though this was my very first experience at giving a blowjob, I felt perfectly confident and comfortable. It felt completely natural to me. I know exactly what Joe was feeling and it was incredibly powerful to be giving this kind of pleasure to a real man. There would be no awkward guessing here and I know in that moment that Joe was in for a wonderful experience. I had a clean, pretty face and long blond hair, small for my age and from Joe's perspective looking down on me, he could easily imagine me as a young girl giving him a fine, sensual blowjob. And that was very erotic to me.

Joe opened his eyes and reached down with one hand to hold his cock. With the other hand, he held my head gently and tilted it to one side so that my face was at an angle to his dick. I continued to lick the underside of his dick as he slowly stroked himself. He pushed the loose skin sheathing his dick up around his cock head and moaned, "Right their honey, suck it right there". I took the gathered skin in my mouth and sucked and licked him as he held his cock for me. He was watching me work on him with a look of absolute contentment and pleasure. He rubbed my head gently with on hand as he continued to slowly stoke himself against my mouth, my lips now wrapped around his shaft just under his cock head as my tongue moved over his fleshy cock.

"Hold your tongue out for me", he whispered. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue flat across the underside of his dick. He began to rub his cock back and forth on my tongue, holding my head in the exact position so that he was in complete control of all movement. He moaned softly as the muscles in his body flexed and relaxed in an involuntary rhythm. His cock was now so hard that the head of it felt like a large rubber ball as it passed over my mouth and face. His breathing became more and more heavy as his whispered words came out broken and panting. "That's it baby that's it...oh god that feels so good". At first I thought he was about to cum across my face, but he pulled my head up and asked:

"Have you ever tasted cum?" 

"Just my own" I replied. 

"Did you like it?" he asked. 

"Yes, I love it" I replied. 

"Would you like to taste mine?" he asked. 

"Ya" I replied, "I'd like that very much " I answered.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" he asked.

"Yes" I answered, "I'd like that very much," I whimpered. 

"Will you swallow it for me?", he asked 

"Yes" I replied in a whisper "I wanna suck you while you cum and swallow all of it"

I was so stoned I wasn't sure for a moment if this was really happening or if I was lying in my bed dreaming. I tried to imagine what it would be like the moment he released in my mouth and my whole body shivered in anticipation. Something I'd fantasized about so many times was about to really happen. I had imagined many times what it would be like to hold a man's cumming cock in my mouth. And my fantasies always involved an older man just like this one. For all my imaginings, I knew I really had no idea what a cock bursting in orgasm in my mouth would really feel and taste like, and I was overwhelmed with pleasure knowing I would soon feel Joes cock doing just that.

I propped myself up on my elbows so I could get my face over his dick. I got a good look at it in the light. It was so big and beautiful, and the head of his dick was so large that I wasn't sure how much of him I could take. I licked the head of his cock all around to get it wet. Then I opened wide and slowly worked it in. His dick felt strange and fleshy as I took it into my mouth, soft but firm and filled with power. I didn't realize until that moment that a man's cock would have a flavor to it, but I could clearly taste and smell a distinct musk unlike anything I'd ever tasted and would never forget.

He let go of it and said "It's all yours baby". I took it in my hand and moved my head up and down sucking his cock. To my pleasant surprise, I had no trouble taking at least half of his large dick. I could feel the head of his dick in the back of my throat as I moved down on him. His cock filled my mouth but it was not so huge that I was unable to service him well. He felt so good in my mouth that I started to moan. "yaaaaa, suck it baby, suck it," he moaned quietly. His body squirmed and I could feel his legs moving around me. He was moaning quietly and his breathing was deep and rapid. I could see his belly and chest heaving up and down as I pulled him in and out of my mouth. I slowly sucked just the first couple of inches for a moment and took him out of my mouth to lick his cock all over. He groaned as I worked my tongue over his stiff dick. I moved down and began licking his balls. They were so hot on my face and smelled like a man in that wonderful state of arousal. I could feel the soft skin and hair of his balls on my tongue and in my mouth as I bathed and kissed every inch of his loose ball sack. I spent several moments just licking his beautiful cock and balls. I was lost in my own euphoria. He must have seen how much I was enjoying myself when he said:

"Damn...you really like lickin' don't ya baby"

"Yaaa.." I answered grinning with delight, "I can taste you better when I lick"

"You like the way that thing tastes?" he asked

"Oh ya, it tastes wonderful"

"You still sure you want it in your mouth when I cum?" he asked

"Ya...I want to taste your cum"

"There's gonna be a lot of it, can you take it all for me?" He asked

"You can cum as hard as I long as you want. I promise I'll suck you 'till your completely finished"

"Damn I would love that" he said, "none of my girlfriends would ever let me cum, they always pulled back at the last minute. The most I would get is a jack off and most of 'em didn't care much for givin' head"

"So you've never been sucked off?" I asked

"Once or twice but one took a couple of shots and stopped in the middle of it and the other about puked. Had a hooker suck me off once at a truck stop but she spit it out all over the floor of my rig"

"I'd never spit a man's cum.", I said "That's insulting to spit a mans cum out. Besides I love the way it tastes. The whole point of giving a blow jab for me is to feel you cum in my mouth. That's what I want, so this will be a first for both of us"

"Is it okay if I stand up" he asked.

"Yes, any position you want" I said as I slid off the bed and went down to my knees. I wanted him to use my mouth for his pleasure, to place me in any position he needed to feel as good as he could. He could have done anything he wanted to me. I had never felt such complete submission and it felt wonderful.

He rolled off the bead and positioned himself in front of me as I knelt before him. He towered over me, his body filling my field of vision. I pushed my face up under his cock and massaged his balls with my mouth and tongue as I rubbed his ass with one hand and his leg with the other. He smelled so good and his body was so hot. My face was covered and surrounded by him. He had complete control over me and all I wanted to do was surrender to him utterly, be just a vessel into which he would deposit all of his deepest, most powerful desires.

I could feel the incredible power of his body over me as he enjoyed himself with me. I anticipated all that pent up force that I know would have to explode soon as his body descended deeper and deeper into its erotic pleasures. I wanted all of this man's power to burst through his cock and into my mouth, to have him drain completely as he lost all control in an intense orgasm all focused into me as though my small mouth was an endless source of acceptance of all his body could experience in orgasm. I pulled back and took him in my mouth again, both my hands now wrapped around his cock. I took him deep this time, almost all of him and held him deep in my throat. He let out a long moan. I moved my hands around to hold his ass as I sucked him. I wanted to swallow his entire body.

He placed both hands on the sides of my head and gently moved his cock in and out of me. I was looking up at his body watching his arms as they moved my head in and out, his chest heaving, his belly quivering, the look on his face, all engulfing me as I lovingly, eagerly took his thrusting manhood. I closed my eyes and moved my hands over his ass, the back of his legs, his hairy belly, rubbing him everywhere I could reach. His thrusting motion increased and I lost myself as I felt his whole body give in to his natural male fucking motion. I held my throat open for him and allowed him to plunge his rock hard cock into me over and over again. To my astonishment, I never once gagged or retched. I was simply in a trance of incredible pleasure at being the object of his body fucking me in the mouth. He slowed and moved his dick gently left and right in my mouth in a rolling motion of thrust and retreat. He held me still for a moment, his cock half way in me and I could feel several strong throbs as he pulsed his cock and moaned with pleasure. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth for a moment and asked ""Is that okay?" "Yes baby" I answered, "You can fuck my mouth, all you want".




Blowing My Cousin



He stepped closer and spread his legs wide until my body was partially uner him. He held my head back as I opened my mouth to receive him. He slowly guided my mouth over his cock and pushed it in deep testing my claim. He began to slowly push his enraged cock in and out of my mouth again. He stared down at me transfixed by the erotic vision of his cock plunging in and out of my soft, round face. "Oh...that's so good honey," he moaned. He was panting now, his body wreathing as he stared down at me taking his cock. The motion and power of his body all focused on me. I hung from him holding his ass firmly in both hands. 

I could feel the muscles of his ass flex as he fucked my face. He was so aroused, so excited that he was sucking in breaths and expelling with a sort moan each time. "Yes baby...yeas baby...yes baby" he chanted. I was about to learn what it felt like to have a man loose all control as I received his full, uninhibited orgasm. He seemed about to fuck my mouth full of his sperm. I closed my eyes and waited for his cum. My head was now firmly locked between his large, strong hands as his pelvis drove his dick in and out of my mouth. I was breathing as I could as each inward thrust pushed his huge cock head deep into the back of my throat closing off my airway with each plunge. I knew I would have to hold my breath as he lost control during his orgasm and thrust himself deep in me as he came. He buried his dick deep in me and held it there. I held my breath and expected to feel his cock explode cum down my throat any second. But just when I thought he might release in orgasm, he pulled back and slowed to a gentle thrust again, moving just the head of his cock in and out of my mouth as he caressed my face with his hand.

He pushed my head back and told me to hold my tongue out. He placed his cock on my tongue and I began to lick him again. He seemed to be fascinated by my tongue on him, "ya that's it lick it baby...lick it." His cock was rock hard as he slowly stroked it over my tongue. "Open your mouth and hold your tongue all the way out", he said. I held my mouth wide as he rubbed his cock in and out over my tongue. Did he want to shoot his load into my open mouth? I tilted my head back, extended my tongue and held my mouth open wide ready to receive him, ready to catch every drop of his cum, to feel it spurt into my open mouth. But he pushed my head back to where my tongue was just under his cock head and I resumed licking him. Was he teasing me? No, he just simply wanted to watch me lick his cock and find out if I were willing to let him jack himself into my open mouth, perhaps for another time. He had an oral fetish as did I, but his was receiving and mine was giving. It was a perfect match. I watched him as he watched me. 

He towered over me like an oak tree as he once again pushed the flesh of his cock up to its head. He seemed to really enjoy concentrating the skin of his cock into a loose mound that I could lick and suck. He looked as though he were in a trance as he quietly moaned and sighed, never taking his eyes off my mouth and tongue. I moaned and sighed softly as I sucked and licked the mound of flesh he held gathered against the head of his dick. He raised his cock and drew my head up between his legs, resting the hairy sack of his balls on my face. I licked and sucked his balls gently for several moments as he stroked his cock. As I hung there between his legs, staring up at him from under his fist full of huge dick, I was suddenly overwhelmed by it all, his smell, the heat on my face, the taste of his musky balls, his labored breathing and soft moans of satisfaction, and the knowledge that soon I would feel this huge gorgeous cock explode with cum right into my mouth. My heart pounded up into my throat and defend me. My breath shudder uncontrollably as my voice cracked in tiny whimpers of surrender. 

He pushed my head back again and brought his cock to my mouth. I opened wide and engulfed his dick again, this time sucking it with long strokes so that I could feel every ridge and bulge of his cock pass over my tongue. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine his engorged cock spurting long, powerful gushes of sperm into my mouth as he held my head in his hands. Me in complete surrender, obediently receiving his cum for as long as he wanted me to, filling my mouth with his thick load as I took all the dick and semen he wanted to give me, each thrust of his cock squirting another long stream of sperm into the back of my throat as I allowed him to do what ever he wanted in my mouth, then swallowing it all as I tasted the wonderful pungent tang of his semen. 

"If you get tired let me know" he whispered. That turned me on even more as it meant he was a long way from being done with me. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his lower body and just melted into the incredibly erotic sensation of sucking his wonderful cock. I don't know how long I had him in my mouth, but I was content to stay there on my knees sucking him for as long as he would let me. Finally, with a long exhale of breath, he pulled back and lowered himself onto the bed.

Without a word we resumed our original position and I began to work on him again. I knew he would cum soon, so I gave him a full review of all the things I'd learned he enjoyed. I spent several minutes just stroking his cock as I licked and sucked his balls, making sure he could see all the action. He never took his eyes off of me. I grasped the base of his cock and gathered the sheath of his skin up to the head of his dick. With his eyes fixed on me, I sucked the loose folds of skin in between my lips just the way he liked it, wrapping my lips around the underside of his shaft, massaging with my tongue to enjoy the taste and feel of his flesh in my mouth. I knew he liked to watch so I tried to make it as visually sensual as I could. I sucked and lick him like this and moved my mouth up and down the first inch or two of his shaft and this sent him into a fit of shuddering squirming bliss. I knew that when he came he was going to cum very hard. 

"Do it to me baby" he whimpered. In a few seconds, his enraged cock would be bursting a load of cum in my mouth and I was determined to make sure he would remember this as the best blow job he had ever had. I was going to make this beautiful man's body feel something incredible, something he'd never experienced before, to allow him to feel what it's like to have someone eagerly, lovingly accept his cumming cock in their mouth not because they were obligated or pressured, but because they needed to feel his orgasm as much as he did, because they were completely focused on giving him the most intense pleasure they possibly could. "I want to make you feel really good Joe, I want you to enjoy this. Just relax and let your whole body feel it." I was fixated on telling him what I wanted to do to him. As I spoke to him, I gently licked and kissed his rock hard cock. "I want to enjoy your body for a few more minutes, then take you in my mouth as you cum. Just relax and enjoy it, and cum all you want, I promise no one is going to spit your cum out tonight" I slowly stroked his huge cock as I licked and kissed his thighs then worked my tongue up to his balls. I lavished his balls with my tongue and lips, making love to them with my mouth. He was whimpering and moaning, squirming as his legs rolled open and closed around me. 

I moved up and treated his cock to one last, prolonged session of licking and mouthing, pulling the skin of his dick up, sucking it in as I slowly pulled the skin taught again under my mouth. I held his cock in both hands and wrapped my tongue around the underside of his cock head. I could taste a flow of salty fluid as it oozed from the glistening head of his dick and ran down the "V" formed by the underside of his huge head and right onto the area I was licking. "Are you ready to cum in my mouth for me?" I asked. "God yes baby do it to me, please baby do it now" I rose up and saw clear liquid puddled in the deep open slit of his cock. I placed my tongue in it and sucked just the tip so I could get it all. I took a second or two to savor the taste of his precum, and then I opened my mouth wide and slowly engulfed his huge cock head. His cock was even harder than before. The head swollen and so firm and huge that I had to open as wide as I could to get my lips around it's ridge and take more of his cock in my mouth. Even the veins of his cock were hard enough that I could feel them on my tongue as I slid my tongue back and forth on the underside of his stiff dick. I settled into a rhythm of drawing his cock skin into my mouth as I took him deeper, then pulling it slowly tight as I moved my mouth up his shaft. This was driving him crazy. His breath was coming in gulps and gasps as he built up to his orgasm. I could tell he was trying to hold off as long as possible. He knew that I would stay with him like this for as long as he needed as he took his time building up to the most excruciating orgasm of his life.

He was watching me suck his dick with an expression of sublime amazement, trying to hold his eyes open as he feasted upon the sight of his cock on the verge of erupting in a mouth that seemed to be doing things to him he couldn't believe. "Oh my god, oh my god that so good" he said and his voice sounded as though he were astounded at what he was seeing and feeling.

"Oh my god yes, oh my god baby yes...yes...yes", he moaned, "I'm gonna cum so hard baby. Suck it baby, suck it suck it, suck it off" he chanted as his head dropped to the pillow and he surrendered to the orgasm that was about to wrack his body.

I could hardly believe this was happening to me. Just hearing him say the words "suck it" over and over sent my heart racing so hard I felt as though it would explode. Finally, after all the fantasies I was here with a beautiful cock just seconds form cumming hard in my mouth and it was absolutely the most wonderful, most incredible thing I'd ever experienced.

His entire body was now a mass of pleasure, squirming and rolling as his last few seconds of holding back finally collapsed. He drew in one long breath and blew it out in a long moan of complete release. I could tell he was cumming because his cock became rock hard and the head of his dick swelled even larger and harder.

My first sensation of actual semen was when his cock became suddenly slick in my mouth as the first rush of precum gushed out around his cock. As I rubbed his thigh and balls with my free hand he let loose with an orgasm I can feel and taste to this very day. He gasped once, twice and then his entire body exploded. He thrashed around so much I had to keep my head moving to stay with him. He wanted to cry out but instead his breath exploded in and out as though he were suffocating. I felt his cock throb as the first wave of spasm shot a powerful, long stream of thick liquid into my mouth. All the while he was drawing in full breaths, holding it for a second and releasing long pleading moans of pure ecstasy. He shot so hard I could literally hear a swishing sound as the streams of semen blast against the back of my throat. His body jerked, his hips bucked up and down as he timed his thrust to his releases of fluid. Each time he shot a spurt of cum; I felt a strong throb of spasm from his cock in my mouth. His cock became slick as more and more of his sperm filled my mouth. He just kept cuming, spasm after spasm as he filled me with his sperm. It was so warm and slick, and he tasted so good. His entire body felt like it was draining into my mouth. All this power, all this pleasure focused on me as I felt the incredible pleasure course through him and in to me. I held on as he drained all his body's pent up sexual energy into me. He was looking down at me trying to keep his eyes open while his face contorted in orgasm as we watched his cock pump shot after powerful shot of his body's fluid into my mouth stretched wide around his huge dick. He came so long and so hard that I could actually feel my mouth filling with his sperm as each spasm of his orgasm forced another full, long gush of his semen in me. My mouth was filled with his cum and cock. As his orgasm subsided I held his cock in my mouth for a moment just to be sure he was finished. With his last bit of energy he pumped his last drops of cum, not wanting to give up a moment of his orgasm. 

I slowly withdrew him form my mouth being careful not to loose any of his cum. My god it was a huge load. I had no idea a man could produce so much sperm. I held it in my mouth for a moment. To taste another mans cum was even more erotic an experience than I had ever imagined. Joe lay spent, his cock still erect but softening and twitching. I pushed his huge load to the back of my mouth and swallowed it slowly, savoring the taste as it coursed down my throat. With my mouth and tongue coated in his semen, I began kissing his balls and licking his cock head clean of the cum left oozing from him. I could smell the cum on his cock. His dick was sticky with it so I put it back in my mouth and sucked gently, just enjoying the taste of his sperm mingled his cock flesh. He watched as I gently bathed his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue until his dick was clean. I rubbed his legs and body as it twitched its last ounces of energy away. As he lay spent, I nuzzled my face against his limp cock and balls, smelling him as I played back the incredibly sensation of his body in a powerful orgasm, the feel of his cock exploding in my mouth. 

"That was unbelievable baby, just fuckin' unbelievable. I've never cum that hard in my life" he said in a panting breath.

"Want to do it again?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "You want to do it again?"

"Oh my god yes" I answered. "I could suck your cock all night". "I'll do you as many times as you want"

Before the night was over, he gave me his cum three more times. Once as he stood before me, me on my knees. As before, I knelt before him and licked his cock with my mouth open as he watched contentedly, but this time he stroked his cum shot into my wide-open mouth. It felt very different than when I sucked him off and the sensation of his cum shooting into my mouth was incredibly erotic. The second time was with him straddling me as I lay on my back, my head propped on a pillow. He leaned into me, his cock in my mouth as he held the headboard and watched from above as he thrust down into my mouth in an orgasm that shot cum straight down my throat. The last blowjob was me curled between his legs again, sucking his cock as it once again exploded in my mouth. Dawn was breaking. I had been the object of this man's relentless libido for almost five hours and I was still wide-awake and wanting more. I made the four hundred mile drive to his house several times that year. Each time I had the pleasure of his incredible cock all night long.

I would not experience the please of giving a man head again for many years after that, and it would be a very long time before I had a cock and body that would compare to Joe's. He truly knew how to enjoy a good blowjob. That may sound strange, but his level of arousal and intensity while receiving head was unmatched by most of the men I have blown since.



Blowing Off Some Steam



"Give me some, or I'll tell Mom and Dad that you have it." 

Jason wasn't sure if his sister was telling the truth or not. It normally wasn't in her nature to rat him out, but if he pushed her too far in the wrong direction she could possibly turn on him. "No you won't. Besides, this is for Danny and me this weekend. We're going up to the cabin." 

"Oh, I will. Just let me go with you," Emily said. 

Jason shook his head. It was a terrible idea. "Oh, come on! You'd hate it out there. You'd just bitch and moan the whole time, there's no way that you actually want to go camping." 

"I don't like camping, but I do like drinking." 

"I do too, and I think you'd take all the fun out of it. You're goofy enough sober." 

"Do you think you'll have more fun drinking your own tears while you sit in your bedroom and cry this weekend after I let Mom know that you have a bottle of whiskey in your closet?" Emily asked. 

Jason sighed. "Fine, keep it down, would ya? It won't do either of us any good if one of them hear you blabbing about it. Have your stuff ready tomorrow afternoon. If you're not ready and in my truck at three, you're gonna get left behind." 

"I'll be ready." 

***** 

Emily thought that Jason had given in to her demand of tagging along pretty easily, something which he was prone to do. He always had a hard time saying 'no' to her, but Emily tried not to abuse her powers of persuasion over her brother. She wasn't all that excited about going to spend a couple of days at some shack that he and his buddy had built in the forest either, but she was definitely ready to cut loose. Not old enough to purchase alcohol on her own, nor was she on the top of everyone's list to be invited to parties, Emily reasoned that this was a golden opportunity to kill some brain cells. 

She had been forced to take a couple of prep-classes that summer in order to qualify for the courses that she needed her first semester down at SCC. They were long, tedious time sinks that had stolen much of the freedom that one would expect with summer vacation after high school. Jason had been working part time as a carpenter's helper and going to trade school three days a week. He always seemed to have time to go and have fun, though. 

Emily had just added another bag to the pile of things that she had been making along side of the driveway. She wasn't sure what all she would need for the little outing, so she figured that being over-prepared was better than having to go without. Jason had emerged from the house and looked at the pile of stuff with amusement. 

"Are you planning on staying up there all winter, or what?" he asked. 

"You think it's too much?" 

"Depends on what all you got. I mean, a few extra clothes and a sleeping bag would probably do it," he replied. 

She had all of that, but she also had pillows, a couple of blankets, a lawn chair, a giant box of snacks raided from the pantry, some books, and quite a few miscellaneous items that she felt would either keep her clean and/or amused. She went through the list with her brother. 

"Well, I can't imagine you'd need anything more than that," he said. "It looks like you're going to be spending most of your time carrying stuff from the truck to the cabin, anyway, so it's not like you're going to have a chance to use any of it." 

"Do we have to park a long ways from the cabin?" 

"Not really, maybe a hundred yards or so." 

"Why on earth wouldn't you build it somewhere where you could park next to it?" she asked. 

"If you want to make a private hideout in the middle of the woods, you don't want people to be able to drive right up to it. Be too easy to ruin your party." 

"I always thought that you and Danny had something more going on that just friends." 

Jason had been helping to load Emily's camping gear into the the back of his truck, but he paused to give her a dirty look. "Watch it. We don't need that kind of privacy." 

Emily laughed. "You sure? Two boys alone in the woods, not all that much to do, testosterone coursing through your bodies..." 

"Well, you're coming with us. What's that say about you? Can't find anything else better to do than to bug us all weekend?" 

"It's sad, I know. But I have to get away for a little bit, even if it's with you. If you two need some private time to get gay with one another, just let me know and I'll go for a walk or something." Emily had no real reason to suspect that her brother was having a homosexual affair with Danny, but it seemed to irritate him to talk about it, so that made it worth mentioning. 

"You're being pretty mouthy for someone who has no idea what they're getting into. How do you know I'm just not going to take you out to some random patch of woods and leave you there? Gag you and tie you to a tree all weekend? I mean, there's a lot of things that we could do to you and no one would ever find out." 

Emily smiled. The thought of being ravaged by Danny all weekend suddenly swept through her mind, as it did from time to time, but she didn't dare to speak of such a thing. It would be nice if it happened like that, but Danny was tall and handsome, and had never once looked at her twice. If Jason thought that she wanted to go with him to try and seduce his friend, he might not like the idea and leave her behind. If ever there was a time to go for it, it was now. 

"You won't do something like that because you love me, and it's your job to take care of me out in the wilderness. Mom said so. I promise I'll be good." 

"Heh, I don't know about all that, but I'll try and keep you from being eaten by a bear or something. Got to watch out for them, they're all over the place up there," Jason said, closing the tail gate. 

"Are you serious?" Emily hadn't given much thought to being eaten by a bear. 

"Yeah. They're thick, like flies. It's about all they eat are juicy little campers like you. Like getting a pizza delivered, really." 

"I bet. How've you been able to survive all this time?" 

Jason shrugged. "Don't know. I assume that they recognize greatness when they see it." He flexed his arm and pointed at his bicep. "They get a look at one of these and realize that they don't want to get into a tussle with me." 

"Oh my god. I'm sure that's it," Emily said, rolling her eyes. Her brother did have a pretty well-defined set of muscles on him, but she doubted that they would be enough to deter an angry bear. 

The two of them were put together so differently, it was hard to believe that they were twins. Jason was almost a foot taller than Emily, thin and trim. Emily, well, she was short and a bit stocky, curly blonde hair compared to his straight, black cut. She also had rather poor eyesight and an aversion to contact lenses that caused her to wear thick glasses. She wasn't entirely unattractive, but it was clear who the winner was in the looks department, at least to her. Just another twist of fate that made the world unfair. 

Jason was trying to come up with some sort of witty comment, when he was interrupted by the vibration of his cell phone. It was Danny. He spoke with his friend for a moment before turning toward Emily with a frown on his face. 

"Emily was going to come this time," he spoke into the phone. "I know, but it will probably be alright, don't you think?" He listened for a brief reply from Danny before hanging up. 

"What is it?" Emily asked. 

"Well, Danny's on his way to the cabin, he's just gotta stop and pick up a few things. He's getting a couple cases of beer and Claudia and Lisa." 

"Claudia and Lisa?" Emily knew the girls from school. They had never been her choice of company. "I suppose this is where you're going to beg me not to go then, huh?" she asked. When she had invited herself on the camping trip, she hadn't realized that Danny and her brother planned on having a couple of whores up at the cabin. That instantly decreased the fun factor for her, though she had been looking forward to it. 

Jason could tell by the look on his sister's face that she wasn't happy about this little turn of events. Three girls at the cabin would be some sort of a record, but when one of them was going to be his sister, it seemed like it would be rather crowded. And awkward. Still, she had actually seemed excited to go. 

"Naw. You can still come if you want. Besides, the truck's already loaded." 

"Won't I be interrupting your...girl time?" 

Jason sighed. "Probably, but like I said, I can always tie you up to a tree or something." 

"Or feed me to a bear," Emily suggested. 

"Right." 

***** 

Jason had told her that they had to park a ways away from the cabin, but he hadn't told her the it was a straight uphill hike to get there once they left the truck. By the time Emily had put down the first set of her bags on the porch, every muscle in her legs were screaming. 

"Holy cow! You didn't tell me this place was on the side of a freakin' mountain," she whined. 

"Well, now you know. I'll unlock it and we'll open some windows, air the place out. It's been a couple of weeks since anyone's been here." Jason said. 

The cabin wasn't large, but it seemed sturdy and was fairly clean on the inside. Emily had pictured something entirely different in her mind, the place seemed to be almost pleasant. 

"You guys really built this yourselves?" she asked, checking out the kitchen area. There was, of course, no running water or electricity, but there was a sink and a small propane-burning cook top. 

"Yup." 

"I'm impressed. How'd you get all the stuff up here to make it? I mean like the boards and things?" 

"We just carried it. As you can see, you can't drive up here." 

"Crap. It must have taken you forever. I didn't think you were that ambitious. Is that a pond out there?" she asked, peering out a back window. 

"It took a few weeks. Yeah, that's a pond. Wanna check it out before we go get the rest of the stuff?" he asked. 

"Sure." 

Jason led his sister around the back of the cabin, where the ground flattened out and showed her around the area. The pond was large, almost an acre, fed by a stream at one end, and having a stream leave at the other. 

"This is beautiful, Jason. Who owns all this? I know that you guys aren't crazy enough to just go out into the wilderness and set up camp on someone's property." 

"Oh, it belongs to some of Danny's relations that live out of town. They got us to build the cabin so they can use it during hunting season. They come in during the late fall to hunt mule deer. Now they'll have a place to stay. Other than that, we're free to come and go. We have to, you know, make sure we don't leave any messes or anything." 

"Are you going to go hunting?" 

"Naw. I don't want to kill anything. I'm more in it for the drinking spot. We catch fish out of the pond, sometimes. Trout," he said. 

"Do you eat them?" she asked. She had no desire to fish for her dinner. 

"We have before, but to tell you the truth, me and Danny aren't that great at cleaning fish. We usually just throw them back. It can be fun. Fly fishing's different than bait fishing. I can show you how, later, if you want." 

"I don't know. Maybe. I think we brought enough food to where we won't have to eat fish," Emily said. 

"Heh, yeah. Why don't you check out the cabin and I'll go grab some more stuff from the truck. There's a radio in there if you want to listen to it." 

Emily did as her brother suggested and snooped around the cabin. Other than being uncomfortably hot, she was again impressed with it. There wasn't much in the line of furnishings, it looked like they had built most of the furniture with left over construction materials, but there was a table and a couple of benches. A ladder led up to a loft where they could spread their sleeping bags, though she didn't think that it was made to house five people. She suspected that she would be ending up somewhere on the floor downstairs. 

She was glad that she brought as much food as she did, as the cupboards were bare except for a couple of cans of green beans, a sealed plastic jug containing what looked to be water, and an old Penthouse magazine. Typical. 

Jason brought in a few more bags and a cooler while Emily organized the things that they brought. "I found a gross magazine next to your water jug," she told him. 

"Heh, yeah. There's a lot of interesting articles in there," Jason said, walking over to the cupboard. He pulled the jug from the shelf and took a long gulp from it, then handed it to his sister. "Have some, it's a tradition to have a sip when we first get here," he said, a pained grimace on his face. 

She was immediately suspicious, yet he had just clearly swallowed some of whatever it was. "What is it?" she asked, smelling the jug, but detecting no odor. 

"Just try it." 

Emily swallowed a mouthful and managed to set the jug down without spilling it. At first there wasn't much of a reaction, but after a moment, it felt as though she had swallowed liquid fire. She coughed and sputtered, tears coming to her eyes. It definitely wasn't what she was expecting, and she was expecting something bad. 

"Jesus Christ!" she gasped. "Is that moonshine or something?" 

Jason laughed, clearly this was the funniest thing he had seen in a while. "Sure is, Danny's uncle makes it. Don't tell anyone." 

"Are you trying to kill me? I wasn't ready for that." 

"Oh relax, what did you come up here for? If you want to get hammered, that'll do the trick." 

"I bet it will," she agreed. "I think I'm gonna try mixing it with something, though." 

"You can, but it won't help much. If you want to mix yourself a drink, try that Black Velvet and and some of your Diet Coke. Just take it easy, or you'll end up face down before anyone else gets here. I'm going to get some wood rounded up for the fire pit." 

"Aren't you going to have a drink?" Emily asked. 

"Sure, but there's a few things I want to do first. I won't feel like working once I really start drinking." 

Taking her brother's advice, Emily fixed herself a concoction of half whiskey, half soda in a water bottle that she had brought. It was still foul tasting, but she was able to swallow it. She figured that after the first one that it would probably get easier. After tidying up some more of the things that they had brought, Emily took her drink and lawn chair outside to where Jason was piling up deadwood for the fire that he planned on having later. She took a seat and watched him work while she sipped on her bottle. 

"Don't be afraid to go grab an armload of wood," he said. 

"I'm not afraid, I just don't want to. Besides, girls shouldn't have to do that sort of thing." 

"If you weren't my sister, that would be true. Shouldn't you at least show some gratitude for that whiskey you're drinking? If you're going to suck down my alcohol and enjoy the light of my fire, you should at least do something besides sit around and watch me sweat." 

"You mean if I weren't your sister you'd be expecting sex so I could be as drunk and lazy as I want, right?" 

Of course, that's what he meant. "Look, that's not what I said. I just thought it would be nice if you helped a little is all. You wanted to be here, didn't you? Get the full camping experience, help me gather some wood." 

"Fine." 

Though it was fairly hot, and she was getting sweaty and grimy, Emily really didn't mind. She was actually enjoying being outdoors more than she thought she would. They scavenged wood for quite a while and stood in front of a huge stack of it before too long. 

"You think that's enough?" she asked, finishing off her drink. She was starting to develop a rather warm glow. 

"Well, they say that when you're trying to gather enough wood to make it through the night that when you think you have enough, look at your stack, then make it about four times bigger." 

Emily looked at the pile. It was already the size of a small car. "Screw that. How big of a fire do you plan on making?" 

"Not that big. We ought to have more than enough for tonight, anyway," Jason said. He looked at his phone. It was already early evening and it had been several hours since Danny had told him that he was on his way. "I wonder where Danny is." 

And your whores, Emily added silently. She shrugged. "Give him a call. I'm making another drink." 

They walked together the short distance back to the cabin while Jason tried to get his friend on the phone. There was no response. "He's not answering. Probably be here in a little while." 

Emily passed the time by using the remaining daylight to delve into one of the novels that she had brought. Jason managed to tune into the Diamondbacks broadcast on the radio and sat on the porch listening to that while he sipped Black Velvet from a plastic cup. Somewhere around the fourth inning, he received a call from Danny. Emily was working on her third drink of the night and was having a difficult time focusing on the text. She put it down and rubbed her eyes when she noticed her brother getting off the phone. 

"I guess it's just going to be you and me," he said. 

"What? Why?" 

"I guess Danny went over to Lisa's house to pick up her and Claudia, one thing led to another, now he's too drunk to drive and they're all staying there." Talk about disappointment. 

Emily could see what a let down it was for Jason. "That sucks. It's not fair that he gets both the girls, is it?" 

"And the beer, don't forget about that." 

She didn't think that Jason was all that worried about the beer. "Do you think that they didn't want to come up here because of me? I'm sorry." 

"Oh, it's not your fault. It's not that easy to get girls to come up here, you know. I'm sure it's more fun for them to stay at Lisa's." 

"Well I think it's nice up here. Are you mad at Danny?" 

"Yeah, he's a friggin' prick. I probably won't hold it against him, though. When it comes to pus...girls, got to forgive a guy if he's getting lucky." 

She knew what he was going to say, and thought it was kind of cute that he couldn't bring himself to say the word 'pussy' in front of her. It was a relief to hear that the other girls weren't showing up, she probably wouldn't have been that comfortable around them. "Well, you still have your magazine." 

"That's not funny. I can tell that you're real tore up that the girls aren't coming, but you don't have to rub it in. I'd be happy for you if you got to spend the night with some guy that you liked." Jason turned off the radio and grabbed his bottle. "I'm going out to start the fire, maybe I'll feel better if I get to watch something burn." 

It almost sounded as if Emily had touched a nerve of some kind. She hadn't intended on making her brother angry, perhaps she should have kept the magazine comment to herself. After giving him a few minutes to get the fire started, she joined him at the fire-pit. 

"I didn't mean to make you mad. I know you'd rather be getting laid than having to spend the night out here with me. I have to admit though, I don't like Claudia and Lisa. They're mean, they saw my birthmark in the locker room once and said I looked like a cow. I'm glad they're not here." 

Emily had a large, reddish colored spot on her back. That, combined with her being a bit pudgy had caused the witty Claudia to declare that Emily had the complexion and body type resembling that of a dairy cow. Hilarious. 

"I didn't know that, how come you didn't say anything?" 

"I still wanted to come, and I didn't think that it would really make a difference how I felt about them. I know that you must think that they're pretty, cause they are, and if you were going to have a chance to sleep with one of them, then I wasn't going to stop you." 

Jason took a slug from the bottle and considered what Emily was saying. "Fair enough, I guess, but it does change my opinion of them. I didn't realize they were bitches, why would anyone say something like that?. If anyone's going to make fun of you, it should be me. And it's not that bad hangin' out here, just me and you, is it?" 




Blowing Off Some Steam



It certainly wasn't the sweetest thing that she had ever heard, but the gist of what her brother was saying seemed nice enough. And she had to agree that it wasn't that bad hanging out with him, even if it was out in the mosquito infested woods. She took a seat in the chair that she had brought out earlier. The sun was just beginning to go down and except for their voices and the occasional 'pop' from the fire it was silent. 

"It is pretty nice out here. Thanks for bringing me. I never get to do anything like this. It's pretty, the sunset," she said, sipping her drink. 

"You can thank me again in the morning, when you're dying of a hangover," he said. "It is pretty, though." 

As they sat there in the growing twilight, imbibing alcohol and chatting about nothing in particular by the light of the fire, Emily began to experience a troubling need that she hadn't previously given a thought to. She had to use the bathroom, but from what she had seen, there was no bathroom. 

"You guys didn't happen to build and outhouse around here, did you?" she asked. 

Jason laughed. "There's toilet paper on a shelf in there, but other than that, the world's your outhouse, my dear." 

"Oh man. I've got to pee." 

"Then go pee." 

"But, I've never...I mean, what do other girls do when they have to go?" 

"How should I know? I've never watched them. Just go squat beside a tree or something," he said. It seemed like she may be over thinking the situation. Jason didn't think that it was the first time that his sister ever had to relieve her bladder. He was amazed that she hadn't had to do it sooner, considering the way that she was sucking down the drinks. 

"But it's getting dark, don't be a jerk!" 

"I'm not trying to be a jerk, but what do you want me to do? I can't pee for you." 

"I..." 

"Want me to go with you?" 

She nodded, more than a little embarrassed. She hadn't considered such a thing to be a problem, but suddenly the prospect of relieving herself in the woods, at night, seemed terrifying. 

"Let's go then, before you pee your pants." 

They stopped at the cabin to grab the roll of toilet paper before walking a short distance away into the trees. "Turn around," she told him, reaching for the button of her jeans. 

He did as she ordered, chuckling at her discomfort. At least she wasn't drunk enough to where she having a hard time keeping her balance, then she would have had a real problem. "All that and I don't even get to watch." 

"Gross, Jason! Why would you want to?" 

"Just picking on ya." 

He stood there in silence, leaning up against a tree and looking up at the sky. After a few minutes, he was beginning to wonder if Emily was ever going to do her business or what. 

"How's it going back there?" he asked. 

Emily practically growled in frustration. She had to piss so badly that it hurt, yet she was unable to produce any type of a stream. Her legs were starting to cramp up from squatting in such an awkward position, and she wasn't all that certain that if she did start to go that she wasn't going to soak her pants and underwear anyway. "It's not." 

"Well, I'm going to, if you're not." He tried the only thing that he could think of to help her overcome her bladder shyness, he unzipped his pants and urinated into the dry leaves. That and he wasn't going to wait around forever for her to go. 

It was hard for her to explain why, but when she heard Jason spraying the ground a little ways away, all of a sudden it was like a flood gate opened. She managed to finish without soiling her clothes or suffering any major cramping. 

"Feel better?" he asked. "You're a real camper, now." 

"That was so, so embarrassing." 

"Don't worry about it," he told her, on the way back to the fire. "It's not like we have to tell anyone about it." 

"First of all, I agree, we're NEVER telling anyone about it. Second, if you ever really expect to have a girl spend the night out here with you, then you need to build an outhouse. A nice one." 

They spent a bunch more of the night around the fire, roasted a couple of hotdogs, but for the most part, just worked on killing the Black Velvet bottle. Shortly before midnight, they headed back into the cabin, fired up the lanterns, and listened to the radio while they played darts. They celebrated the death of the whiskey bottle with a healthy shot of moonshine, not that there was anything particularly healthy about it. 

Emily fired a dart at the board, missing by a mile and nearly breaking a window. "You know," she said, having a seat at the table while Jason laughed at her total lack of accuracy, "this is getting dangerous. I got to call it quits." 

"Good idea. Want me to roll out your sleeping bag?" 

"I didn't say I wanted to go to sleep. You want to stay up with me, don't you? I'm not sleepy." 

"Sure, sure. I have to use the outback," he said, leaving temporarily to relive himself. Upon his return, Emily was looking through the Penthouse magazine. 

"Why do you guys have this up here? You sit around and jerk each other off or something?" 

"Danny brought it up here a while ago, and no, we don't do that. You seemed to be more interested in it than I am, anyway. Sure you didn't want the girls to come up?" 

"Jason! I've never been with a girl." 

"Doesn't mean you don't want to," he teased. 

She hadn't ever given it much thought. "Maybe, I don't know. Not either one of those two, though. Like I said, they're mean. I am kind of sad that Danny's not here." 

Jason raised his eyebrows. Emily hadn't made mention of him the entire night, now she wished he was here as she casually flipped through a porno mag. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" 

Realizing how that she had opened herself up to the question, Emily decided that she might as well just tell her brother what she was thinking. "Well, I haven't had a chance to, you know be with a lot of guys or anything. If I was ever going to take a chance this would be a good place to do it." 

"You wanted to sleep with Danny?" Jason thought this was a good time to pour them both another shot. It was the first news of this that he had heard from either side. Danny certainly had never shown any interest in his sister, as far as he knew. 

"Stupid, huh? He'd never want to." 

"I'm pretty sure he would, especially if you were both hammered and out here in the woods together. What was I supposed to do, just wait outside until you were done? Weren't you worried what I would think?" 

Emily put down the magazine and drank her shot. They still seemed to burn like hell no matter how many of them that she had. "Yeah, a little, but you already said that you'd be happy for me if I got some guy to spend the night with. You can't take that back." 

"Yeah, that's true, I guess." 

"And you probably planned on nailing one of those sluts tonight. I'd have to sit around and listen to that. What's the difference?" 

That was a tough question. There was a difference, it was just difficult to articulate. Should he tell her that it would be alright for him to bang one of her classmates while she waited alone outside all night, but it was not okay if it was the other way around and she played around with Danny? Damn her trying to use logic on his foggy brain. 

"I guess there's not much of a difference," he said. 

"No there's not. So you're saying that the next time we come up here that you won't have a problem sitting down here while I take Danny up into the loft and make sweet love to him?" 

"Oh god, that's not what I'm saying, I..." 

"You wouldn't like it, I can tell. I'm kinda glad now that he's not here so something like that wouldn't happen. I don't want to make you mad or have you mad at Danny." 

"Listen, if you want to hook up with him, don't let me stop you. I'd prefer it if you didn't have sex right in front of me, though. You wouldn't like it if I did that to you." 

"Hmm." Emily was trying to picture it, and couldn't decide right away. On one had, it would be kind of exciting, on the other, it would be weird. "I don't know. Might be kind of sexy." 

"I think you've had enough. I'm cutting you off." 

"Oh, lighten up, would ya? We're just talking." 

"Yeah, I know we're just talking, it's what we're talking about that's making me feel uncomfortable. We go days at a time without talking to each other and now we're talking about stuff that's...you know, kind of intimate." 

"I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry that I've had sex on my mind since we got here, I don't have tons of friends to talk to. Tina's been gone all summer and she's about the only one that I could ever talk to about crap that's bugging me. You're supposed to suck it up and listen to me when I have a drunken rant because you're my brother and you love me." Emily crossed her arms and began to pout, causing her brother to sigh in frustration. Everything had been going so well up until this point. 

"You're right. You're my sister and I love you, but I reserve the right to feel uncomfortable. Keep in mind that a conversation about having sex in front of other people isn't one that I would have an easy time with, no matter who I was talking to. And you haven't really been ranting until the last few minutes, let's just try and stay peaceful at least. We can talk about whatever you want." 

Emily thought that that sounded fine, having to agree that she had been going off on a tangent. They stayed awake for another hour or so, keeping their conversation a bit more 'G' rated, at least what she could remember of it. 

***** 

When Emily opened her eyes the next morning, it was nearing eleven and stifling hot in the loft of the cabin. There wasn't a trace of moisture in her mouth and a steady throb inside her head instantly reminded her of the amount of spirits that she had consumed the night before. She climbed down the ladder and got a bottle of water out of the cooler, taking a long drink, then placing it to her temple. Luckily, she had anticipated such a situation and brought a bottle of aspirin with her. She dug it out of one of her bags and had a small handful for breakfast. 

Spotting Jason on the porch, she went outside to see what the plan for the day was. He was laying on a lounge chair in the shade, motionless. Sunglasses made it impossible to tell if he was awake or not. 

"Are you alive?" she asked. 

"Yeah. My head aches a little, but other than that, I'm okay. How about you?" 

"The same, I guess. I brought some aspirin. Want some?" 

"Yes, please." 

She brought him the bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water. "So, what's on the agenda today?" 

"Oh, I don't know. I was just going to lay here until I came up with an idea that's good enough to motivate me to move." 

"Heh, yeah. We stayed up pretty late. I don't remember going to bed," she said, having a seat beside him. It was much cooler on the porch than it was inside. 

"Yeah, you finally passed out. I didn't think you were ever going to shut up. I've never heard you say so much at one time before," he said. 

Emily smiled until she starting remembering bits and pieces of the things that they had been speaking about. There was no telling exactly what all that was said. 

"I remember a lot of it, but not all of it. Do me a favor, if I said anything really stupid, don't tell anyone, alright? I had a lot to drink." 

"Yes, you did," Jason agreed. 

"Yes I did what? Say something stupid or have a lot to drink?" she asked. 

"Both. Now do us a favor and stay quiet at least long enough for the aspirin to start to work. My ears are still bleeding from last night." 

Emily didn't think that was very nice, but she bit her tongue and sat quietly in the shade. Letting the pain killers do their job seemed like a reasonable course of action, at least for the time being. After a while, she couldn't take it any longer. 

"I'm sorry. Whatever I said, I'm sorry." 

"You don't have anything to be sorry about, don't worry." 

"You sure? 'Cause for some reason, I feel like I did something really stupid, but I don't know what," she said. 

"You're probably just feeling remorse for putting your brain through such misery. Try not to think about it and I'll make us some lunch here in a few." 

Jason grilled them up some burgers for lunch, opting to use up the meat that he brought before all of their ice melted and it spoiled. They both felt better after eating, lethargic but much better. They went out to the pond so that he could do some fishing while Emily read her book. It was still ungodly hot, but they managed to find a little shade to keep it bearable. 

"Why didn't you say anything about this pond? I would have brought my bathing suit." 

"Didn't think about it, I guess. We don't ever swim in it," Jason replied, casting out. 

"Why not? Is there something wrong with it?" 

"Not really. You're welcome to hop in if you want to, but the water's like ice cold all year round," he explained. 

Emily put down her book and walked over to the water's edge. She knelt and dipped a hand in, to see if what he was saying was the truth. It seemed downright warm to her. 

"Doesn't feel very cold to me." 

"Yeah well, you don't have to believe me, but you just stuck your fingers in like three inches of water. Get out to where it's very deep and you'll freeze your ass off." 

She looked at him, still skeptical. It wouldn't really make any sense that he would want to keep her from going swimming for no reason, so she thought that he was most likely telling her the truth. The thing was, it looked so clear and inviting... 

Jason smiled, knowing what she was thinking. "Go for it. I'll try to hook you when you go into shock so that I can pull you out." 

Emily frowned. "Maybe I'll just sit over here and dip my toes in. It's just so freakin' hot out." 

"I know what you mean," her brother agreed, looking up into the cloudless sky. "Didn't think that you had the guts to do it, anyway." 

"What? Are you daring me?" 

"It would seem that way." 

"Terms?" she inquired. 

"Easy. Walk out until the water gets up to your shoulders, then go under. Swim around for, let's say three minutes." 

"And what do I get if I do it?" 

"My respect and admiration," he replied. 

Emily scoffed. "That's not worth anything. How about if I do it, you have to do it too, and you have to serve me dinner tonight." 

"Fine, I guess." 

"And just to be clear, I'm not talking about earthworms and tadpoles, I brought spaghetti, you ought to be able to handle that." 

"You brought spaghetti on a camping trip?" 

"And meat sauce." 

"Fine, fine. I'm tellin' ya though, three minutes in there is going to be a long time," he warned. 

"I'm not scared," she said. 

Emily took off her shoes, removed her glasses, and took her phone from her pocket. As she began to wade out, the first real temperature change hit her when the water began to come up to about the hem of her shorts. Once above her waist, it was shockingly cold. When she actually did get to about shoulder level, it was nearly unbearable. 

"How you makin' out?" Jason asked from the bank. He had his phone out, ready to start timing. 

"Just getting used to it, water's fine," she replied through clenched teeth. 

"Sure. You might as well just start swimming so I can start the timer, you're not gonna get used to it. Remember, I've got my rod here in case you stop moving." 

"You're a jerk!" 

"Heh, yeah." 

Emily took a breath and submerged. She spun onto her back and began to backstroke in a long, slow circle. The surface of the pond seemed to be a bit warmer than the rest, still cold, but a little warmer at least. 

"How long has it been?" she asked. 

"Oh, did you want me to start the timer?" 

"Yes, I wanted you to start the fucking timer, I've been out here for like ten minutes!" She seemed upset. 

"Kidding, I'm kidding. Thirty seconds." 

She managed to keep moving, and eventually the time was up. Though she got her wish of cooling down, it didn't cross her mind to spend any longer in the water than she had to to fulfill the terms of the dare. She slogged her way out of the water and stood shivering in the sunlight. It felt like she had just stepped into a blast furnace. 

"Holy crap!" she stuttered. 

"Yeah. You alright?" He couldn't help but smirk at her even though he was now indebted to do the exact same thing. 

"Fine. It was refreshing. Get your butt out there." 

Jason prepared himself and did what he was told, eventually ending up submerged in the breathtaking, penis shrinking water. He had known what he was getting into when he made the dare, so it wasn't exactly a surprise, though that did little to make things easier. 

"Three minutes and counting," Emily announced. 

As the clock began to tick down, Jason received a text from Danny. Emily suddenly remembered some of the things that she had said to her brother about Danny the night before. She almost read it without saying anything, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. 

"You got a message from Danny. Can I read it?" 

"Knock yourself out. Just keep an eye on the time!" Jason wasn't at all concerned about whatever the message may contain. 

"He wants to know if you're still at the cabin with your sister. Should I tell him yes?" 

"Go ahead." 

"Can I ask him if he got lucky last night?" It would be interesting to hear what Danny would say about the girls if he thought that he was talking to her brother. 

"I don't care what you do, just tell me when I can get out!" 

"Oh, yeah. You bitch more than I do. Got about fifteen seconds," she told him, busying herself typing. 

Jason didn't care if he was bitching or not, his sister didn't have a set of testicles that were retracting into her abdomen. He floundered around for what he thought was fifteen seconds, then trudged his way back to shore, shaking like a wet dog once he neared his sister. 

"Stop, jerk!. You'll get your phone wet." She was staring at the screen as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

"What'd he say?" 

"He said a bunch of people showed up and he ended up puking his guts out in Lisa's backyard." 

"Heh." Jason took his shirt off and wrung the water from it. "Does he think he's talking to me?" 

"Yeah. Do you want your phone back?" 

"Naw. I've got to get the feeling back in my fingers before I use it, anyway. I take it that's a 'no' to the lucky part." 

"Sounds that way," she agreed. "That's kind of lucky when you think about it, he probably would have caught something." 

Jason had to laugh, even though he was still fairly miserable from the dip that he had just taken. "Oh man, you should tell him that." 

Emily laughed along with him, this was as much fun as she'd had since they arrived at camp. "He said that sometimes you have to take chances." 

"Yeah. I'm sure he would have if he could have." He paused for a moment while his sister set his phone on his shoes that were sitting beside her. "You gonna ask him if he's gonna come up and 'make sweet love' to you?" 

Emily stopped smiling. "You don't have to be an asshole," she said rising to her feet. 

"Hey, I'm not trying to be. I can go someplace else tonight. I thought that's what you wanted." 

Emily turned toward her brother. She supposed that the was actually being serious. "I know what I said before. I think I'm kind of over that, especially after what he pulled yesterday. I mean, I kind of feel like I'd just be his last choice. It's not a good feeling." 

"Hey, it's up to you, but you got to remember that he has no idea what you were thinking. I mean, you hardly ever even speak to each other, how would he know?" 

"I know, I know. Just don't say anything to him, alright? I'm not saying I won't change my mind, I just want to think about it before I put myself out there," she said. It was hard to be quite as bold when she didn't have a gut full of whiskey. 




Blowing Off Some Steam



"I won't say anything to him." Jason thought it was kind of sad that his sister had the balls jump into a pond full of ice water, but she couldn't summon the courage to see if the guy that she was drooling over the night before had the slightest interest in her. 

***** 

Jason and Emily were working on their second night alone together at the cabin. It turned out that Danny wasn't functioning properly after the spur of the moment party at Lisa's house and he had no desire whatsoever in making the trip up to join them. They were having a mellow, alcohol-free evening around the fire. Jason had cooked the spaghetti as per the deal earlier, and the two were just being quiet and lazy together. 

"You aren't anywhere near as loud as you were last night," Jason pointed out. 

"Neither are you." 

"I guess not. You still glad that you came out here with me?" he asked. 

"Yeah. It's been kinda nice, just you and me. You must be about sick of me by now," Emily said. 

"Naw. I've been wanting to get a girl up here alone for a long time. Finally happened." 

"Yeah, lucky you." 

"Oh come on, would you cheer up? You've been acting like your dog died every since you jumped in the pond this afternoon," he said. 

"I'm thinking about going to bed. I just don't feel very cheery, okay? What do you want me to do, dance around the fire?" she asked. 

"Well, do you have a bikini or a hula skirt in that pile of luggage of yours?" 

"No!" 

"I guess not then. It wouldn't be as much fun to watch." 

"Jason, don't make fun of me." 

"I'm not. I know I do all the time, but you have to admit that you'd look pretty outrageous in a bikini." 

Though it was hard to see in the dark, Emily was turning red. "I'd look outrageous, alright. I'd have things hanging out all over the place." 

"Yeah, but I bet they'd be the most fun things to look at," Jason said, rising to throw a few more pieces of wood on the fire. "I got a pretty good look when you got out of the pond, but you know, not the same with the whole shirt on." 

"You're bad!" she said, swatting him playfully as he returned to his seat. 

"I can't disagree, but after some of the things that you said last night, I think wanting to see you in a bikini is pretty tame. You're hot, and curvy. Got to like that in a girl." 

Emily grew quiet for a few moments. "Don't pick on me like that." 

"I'm not, Em." 

"You've never said that you thought I was hot before." 

All of a sudden, Jason wondered what the hell he was thinking when he had opened his mouth. He was just trying to cheer his sister up, and he meant what he had said, it was just that it may not have been the wisest of choices to share that particular opinion. 

"I guess guys don't normally say that sort of thing to their sisters. Might think that they're creepy or something. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything." 

"It's okay. Do you really think that?" she asked, softly. 

"Yeah," he replied, his voice narrowly rising about the volume of the crickets in the background. Emily got out of her chair and started walking toward the cabin without a word. Jason thought that he may have scared her away. "Where are you going?" 

She turned around. "I thought I might go grab the rest of the marshmallows. Being our last night and all, probably shouldn't waste it by going to bed early. Why don't you get us some new sticks?" 

Jason didn't much feel like eating another marshmallow, but if that's what his sister wanted then he thought me might be able to stomach a couple. He used his pocket knife to turn a couple of thin, green branches into suitable roasting implements, finishing up by the time Emily returned. Instead of sitting back in her lawn chair, she took a seat on the log beside her brother. Something made a small splash in the pond behind them while they began cooking their first marshmallows. 

"How do you think the pond could be that frickin' cold? It's August." she asked. 

"I told ya, right? I have a feeling its pretty deep, for one thing. If you follow that stream, after a little while, you come to where it flows right out of the side of the mountain. It think that we're just so close to the source and the water flows in and out of it so fast that it never gets a chance to warm up, even though it's been hot out all summer." 

Emily blew on the caramelized, sugary blob on the end of her stick to cool it down enough to plop into her mouth. "I really haven't liked this summer much, been kinda just waiting for it to end. Haven't seen anyone I know from school, had to take those stupid prep classes and I swear that half the people in there are on some kind of prison release program or something. It's been pretty much a bummer." 

"Hasn't been like old summer vacation, has it? I've had to work and go to school, not that the school part's been that hard. I think it's kind of a waste since I could learn everything that I'm learning there on the job and get paid for it instead of the other way around. But the certificate you get at the end is valuable, it'll get me in the carpenter's union." 

"You'll be a good carpenter. I still can't believe you and Danny built that cabin. It's nice," she said. 

"Well, thank you, but don't start looking at it with a microscope or anything. There's a couple of things about it that'll make some people scratch their heads, but if you think it's nice, let's just leave it at that." 

"Hehe, sure. All of a sudden, we have a night like this and I want the summer to last just a little bit longer. I'll be taking a full load of classes in the fall and who knows what that's going to be like? Before you know it, you'll be working full time and gone somewhere on you're own life. It just won't be the same," she said. 

"I know, Em. But we're getting older, what can we do? And it's not like I'm going to be working for a construction company on Mars or anything, I'm sure I'll be around. I am kind of looking forward to getting my own place, though." 

They sat there for a while with their sticks in the fire until neither one of them could handle any more sugar for the moment. 

"I think I'm full up on these things," Emily said. She put an arm around her brother quickly planted a syrupy kiss on his cheek. 

Jason squirmed a little, but hugged her back at the same time. "What was that for?" 

"Just for being so nice." 

"Have I ever been mean?" 

"Not really," she replied, enjoying how she was feeling for the moment, out under the stars, leaning against her brother. 

Having always loved his sister to a certain extent, Jason was surprised how much that feeling had grown in the last day and a half alone. The way that things had worked out allowed them to spend the weekend together, they didn't have to, but they chose to. Now he felt closer to her than he had ever been. Perhaps it was all of their sexually charged conversation, but he was finding that he was physically attracted to her, and beyond all logical comprehension he had already blurted that little tidbit out. Yet, there she was, sitting with him by the fire. 

"Watcha think about going in?" he asked, after they had been sitting there long enough for the fire to burn itself down considerably. 

"It's awfully nice out here, but my butt's asleep from sitting on this log for so long," she agreed. 

As they stood up, Jason smacked her bottom, and not all that lightly. 

"Hey!" 

"Just trying to help you out, you know, get the blood circulating," Jason said. 

"You were so sweet up until then. If you wanted to touch my butt, you can do it without leaving a bruise, you know," she told him as they walked toward the cabin. 

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. The next time I touch your butt, I'll be more gentle." 

Emily was a little surprised at how frisky her brother was acting, though she did like the attention. You know it's been a while when you start to seriously flirt with your own brother, she thought. It didn't sound like all that bad of an idea to have him gently touching her butt, maybe even other things... 

Jason lit one of the Coleman lanterns once they entered the cabin while Emily looked on. "It's been fun, but it's getting late, and we gotta leave in the morning. I don't know about you, but I'm beat. Ready to hit the sack?" 

Emily agreed. It had been a pleasant day, but a long one, with both of them fighting their hangovers through most of it. She was glad that they had two days up there instead of just one, it was much more likely that she would be closer to feeling normal by the time they returned home. 

There wasn't a lot to do to get ready for bed, mostly just take the lantern up to the loft and make sure there weren't any undesirable creatures like mice or spiders in their sleeping bags. It was still pretty warm in the loft of the cabin though they were getting a slight breeze through a screened window. The two lay down side by side on top of their respective bags after Jason extinguished the light. 

After a couple of minutes of silence, Emily broke it. "Well, you've got your girl alone up here and you're not even gonna kiss her goodnight, huh?" 

"I never have before, I figure, why start now?" her brother replied. 

"That's disappointing. What if I dare you to?" 

"Hmm. I don't know. What do I get if I do it?" he asked. 

"You'd need more than the thrill of being able to kiss me? Well, I don't know. I'd let you pick, I guess," she replied. 

"That's pretty brave. What if I make you do something bad?" 

"I'd just have to be bad for a while, I guess." 

Jason was fairly certain that his sister was asking him to fool around with her, which, he had to admit to himself, was something that he had been thinking about for most of the night. No matter how he looked at it, she was hot and she turned him on. It didn't seem to do any good to try and talk himself out of it because the more that he thought about her and the situation that they were in, the more he wanted to tear her clothes off. 

Emily had gone on the little camping trip expecting to become drunk off her ass and maybe get laid. Only one of those two things had been accomplished so far, and though what she was thinking was pretty kinky and by most standards unacceptable, she really didn't see the harm in it. They were miles away from anyone that would be able to tell what they were up to, she was pretty sure that they would both enjoy it, and hey, her lady parts hadn't been tingling the way that they were for who knows when. Jason had looked pretty damn good without his shirt on, she didn't think it would get any worse after he took his pants off, either. If he wasn't up for it, then at least she threw it out there and wouldn't have to wonder what would have happened if she had never tried. If he was, then weekend mission accomplished. 

"But it has to be a real kiss, not just a little peck on my forehead or something," Emily added. 

Just as she was beginning to wonder if maybe she hadn't gone too far, Jason started to slide closer to her. It was pretty dark in the cabin, but she could still clearly make out the form of her brother. Then she felt his lips on her neck, nibbling a little at first, then more of a forceful, solid contact. She put her hand on his shoulder and turned her head so that her lips met his. It certainly seemed like they were really kissing, they began to maneuver and roll into a more comfortable position with Jason on his back and Emily straddling him. All the while, they had been keeping the kiss going. Eventually, the two had to break it to get some air. 

"How was that?" he asked. 

Emily giggled. "It was okay, but I think you can do better. Maybe this will help," she said, quickly pulling her old tee-shirt up and over her head. Almost in the same motion, she unsnapped her bra and tossed it off to the side. 

It was too dark to see all the details, but Jason found it to be terribly exciting, nonetheless. His sister may have had a couple of extra pounds on her, but it was only a couple and looked to be mostly in her breasts. He had known that they were pretty big and now revealed, never again would he have to wonder about their exact size. They were magnificent and practically screaming to be sucked. He craned his neck up and pulled Emily down so that he was able to take a nipple into his mouth. Slightly salty due to the afternoon of heat and sweat, but oh so sexy. Emily purred her encouragement and cradled his head to her chest. After having each breast thoroughly suckled, she worked together with her brother to pull his shirt off and pressed her body down against him, showering him with hungry kisses. 

The delightfully soft pressure of his sister's flesh against his own was causing Jason to become nearly frantic with his kissing and groping. He had to get inside of her soon or he'd lose his mind. "Oh god, Em! I brought protection, just let me run down and get it," he gasped. There was a box of rubbers in his backpack that he once thought would surely see no use since Danny had failed to arrive with the women. 

Reluctantly, Emily rolled off to the side so that her brother could get to the ladder. Jason rose, banging his head on the low ceiling and letting out a surprised yelp. 

"Be careful! I'm not going anywhere, take your time," she told him. She didn't want him to take too much time, but she didn't want him to break any bones, either. That would surely be disappointing for everyone. 

Jason was able to make his way down out of the loft, and he disappeared into the darkness. Emily could hear him shuffling around while she removed the rest of her clothing. Eventually, the beam of a flashlight appeared, he found what he was looking for, and came back to the loft. He couldn't restrain a groan of anticipation when his light hit the form of his spread-eagled naked sister. His shorts couldn't come off, nor the condom go on fast enough. There was a glistening pussy beneath a small, wispy triangle of pubic hair awaiting him. 

Sliding in beside her for a kiss, Emily took her brother's hand and pressed it against the puffy folds of her vagina. His fingers felt its heat and moisture that it was slippery with. "Can you feel what you've done to your sister?" she asked in a whisper. 

It was nearly too much for Jason, who had to fight himself to calm down. He placed her hand around his engorged, latex-clad shaft with his free one. Something would be sure to burst if he ever became more aroused than what he was at the time. "Look what you've done to me." 

Emily was finding it to be somewhat surreal, her hand was wrapped around Jason's cock, his fingers sliding around her clit. Even though she knew herself to be awake, who she was with in the the low-light of the cabin, and the amazing sensations that he was bringing her was making it feel like it all could be something of a dream. Up until this time, she had slept with three different guys, two of them multiple times. In her estimation, going mostly by feel alone, he was larger than two of them, and at least tied with the third. There was nothing shocking about his size, nor anything to be sad about. 

The penis wasn't a mystery to her, but she really wished that she could see it more clearly and that he didn't have that damn rubber on. Still, there was no way that they would be doing what they were doing without one, so she was out of luck there. She had even brought some, hidden away in the crevice of one of her knapsacks, just in case things had gotten heated with Danny and there was a need. There would always be a chance to see it later, for the mean time, feeling it inside of her would suffice. 

Emily didn't have to wait very long for that to happen. Jason positioned himself between her spread legs and pushed into her, causing them both to hiss with pleasure. He braced his upper body with a hand on the floor to either side of his sister and began a steady rhythm of intercourse, sliding about half-way out, then back to maximum penetration. 

In her experience, boys tended to be quick, especially the first time around, and her brother proved to be no exception to this. Perhaps about three minutes in, the steady rhythm deteriorated to more of a set of jerking stabs, and Jason was growling with his desire for release. 

"Oh fuck, Em!" he shouted, filling the condom with his seed. "I just couldn't last any longer." 

Slightly disappointing, but not unexpected. Also in her experience, Emily had noted that for the most part, it didn't take young men very long to recover. She was hoping that would also be the case here, for even though that happened very quickly, she could feel a definite closeness to orgasm, herself. "You don't want to stop, do you?" 

"Well, no, just uh, give me a sec," he replied. 

"That's a good boy, come down here and kiss me." She also knew how to speed the process along. 

Jason complied, letting his weight down gently until they were pressing against each other, and mustering the deepest, most passionate kiss that he could. "You're so freakin' amazing, Em. This is so much better than seeing you dance around the fire in a bikini," he told her, in between kisses. She had to giggle. 

"It's a lot more fun for me, too, 'cause I don't like to dance. I hope you're ready soon, because what I do like is having you inside me. I need to cum all over your cock, Jason. Please, you fill me up so good," she purred. 

He responded well to the encouragement, having his sister beg him in one of the sexiest voices that he'd ever heard to fuck her got the blood flowing to where it needed to flow. As he secured a new rubber in place and Emily rolled over onto her knees, providing her ass to be the most inviting of targets, it occurred to him that his sister was awfully good at being bad. She clearly knew what she was doing. Before their weekend trip, he had always pictured her as some sort of innocent angel, sexy but innocent. There was a part of him that wanted to think that she had never been with a guy before, but clearly that wasn't the case. Even though it wasn't reasonable to think that way, it didn't change the fact that he didn't like to picture her with another man. She was a woman, and as she had told him the night before, and as he was seeing right in front of his eyes, she had desires. 

Jason got down on his knees, as well, and carefully entered his sister from behind as they lined themselves up. Her buttocks were beautifully full and round, the flesh rippling slightly with each forward impact of his pelvis. The only blemish on her body was the fist-sized birthmark on her back that he could just barely make out in the dim. Despite what her classmates may have said in the locker room, it did nothing to make her look like a cow. Her frame seemed perfect, as if it was almost created for his personal pleasure. It was going to be difficult to ever be civil to Lisa or Claudia again, not only had they disrespected Emily, compared to her, they suddenly seemed like dogs. 

As all of this was flying through Jason's mind, Emily had been moaning upon receipt of each one of her brother's thrusts. As he changed his angle slightly and increased the pace, he began to hit a spot inside of her that was about to send her over the edge. "Oh my god, that's deep, that's right where I need it! Right there!" she told him. She put her head down onto her hands and enjoyed the pounding that she was getting. 

Jason wasn't about to do anything differently after hearing that. If she needed him right there, then right there was where he was going to stay. "Fuck, oh Fuck!" she cried, banging on the floor of the loft with a clenched fist. He had never been with a chick that had been quite as animated before, it made him feel rather manly to think that he was pleasing her so. Emboldened, he hammered into her harder and faster, causing his sister to squeal and jerk backwards into him. After a moment, she stopped her jerking and groaned into her hands. 




Blowing Off Some Steam



Emily didn't have to tell her brother that she had just come to climax, he could certainly tell that. She couldn't tell him anything for the moment; she was seeing stars and doubted that she could vocalize anything much more than a whimper. Jason had just delivered the most stunning orgasm of her entire young life, all of the yelling and floor pounding hadn't been an act, it was an involuntary reaction. It seemed to spread through her body like a small earthquake, and she was still experiencing aftershocks after the initial eruption. She could feel her wetness creeping down the inside of her thighs, something which she didn't think had ever happened before. 

Jason finished soon after that while his sister was cooing in front of him. He, too, had taken note of the fluid that came out of her, there wasn't much, but the front of him was covered in it. He had heard of such a thing, but didn't think that it really happened outside of porno flicks. There just wasn't any way for him to last much longer after that, it was just too fucking hot. He sat back on his haunches while sweat dripped down the tip of his nose and onto his chest. Emily slowly rolled over on her back and regions of her freshly fucked pussy with the fingers of her right hand, clearly intrigued by the wetness to be found there. 

"I don't know what you made me do, but I've never done it before," she admitted. "That felt amazing." 

"No, you felt amazing," he said putting his hands on her thighs. Through the dim, he was watching her make slow, juicy circles around her entrance with her fingers. It was excruciatingly erotic. "Let me clean you up." 

Emily was expecting her brother to wipe her off with something, which he did, only it was with his tongue. He slide around so that he was on his belly and his head was between her legs. Starting with the inside of one thigh, then the other, he began to slowly lick. She didn't know if it was because she was feeling overly sensitive at the moment or what, but even in the heat of the loft, Emily was getting goosebumps. When he began to reach the outside of her pussy lips, she used her fingers to spread it open for her. She was feeling like the most brazen slut that she could imagine, and she damn well was enjoying it. 

"That's right, Jason. Clean it all up. Taste your dirty sister." 

His sister wasn't the only one that was enjoying it. The taste and aroma of Emily's cunt was intoxicating, only without the gut-churning side effects of one hundred proof liquor. He lapped, and slurped, and sucked, all the while she was telling him how good it felt and subtly directed his movements with a hand on the back of his head. They were both sweaty and messy and filthy, and both lost in a moment of ecstasy of the likes that neither one had ever experienced. 

After having his fill of pussy juice, Jason licked his way up Emily's body and they kissed like hungry animals. He pinned her arms to the floor by her wrists and nibbled on the soft skin below her left ear, where her cheek met her neck. Emily could hear his heavy breathing, smell her scent on his breath, and feel the sweat of their bodies mingling together. It was nearly enough to make her cum again without doing anything else. 

"Tell me," he began in a low whisper, "how much you want your brother to fuck you. How much do you want his cock in your sweet cunt?" 

Emily, so far, had been the one doing most of the talking. Apparently, Jason had it in him to be just as nasty. After his wonderful licking, she wanted his cock back inside of her very much, indeed. "I want it bad," she hissed. "I want your cock to fill me up again." She rubbed her hands across his chest and shoulders and onto his back. "I want my muscley brother to use me and fuck me because no one can fuck me like he can." 

Slipping the last Trojan on from the box, Jason prepared to do just that. Though heading into round number three, he regained a throbbing and rigid erection. The depravity of the situation and hearing his sister talk to him like a wanton whore only seemed to fuel his lust. Neither of them were the least bit worried about morality, the only focus was on the pleasuring of each other. 

Surprisingly, Emily found herself cumming again almost as soon as Jason starting slamming into her. It wasn't anywhere near as ferocious as her first, but she wasn't sure if she would ever have another orgasm like that. 

"I just came a..." she told him, nails digging into his lower back. She would perhaps have said more, but it was taking all of her energy at the moment just to avoid going totally limp. The twisted, carnal look on her face told Jason just about all that he needed to know, anyway. He wasn't aware, but his nearly mirrored that of his sister's. 

Letting his upper body down low enough to deliver a forceful kiss, he had to shift gears to a lower speed. Though he was in great physical shape and possessed an enviable amount of stamina (Emily could attest to that), he had been going all out almost from the beginning and was running out of steam. He loved the way that his sister felt underneath him, and the sexy noises that she was making, he wanted to cum one more time before he died of a heart attack. Just experience a little more of this heaven on earth before he expired and found out what the afterlife was really like. 

He came for the third time that night as Emily was moaning into his mouth, as they had been locked in a kiss for quite some time. They were both drenched in sweat, on the edge of overheating from their excursions and the temperature in the loft. They lay together, connected, for quite sometime, trying to catch their breaths while wrapping their minds around what they just had done. Jason eventually rolled off his sister and lay beside her on his back. 

"Want to come out on the porch with me and cool down?" he asked. 

"Yeah, but I don't know if I can walk." 

Not wanting to fuss with the lantern, Jason was able to locate the flashlight and led the way down the ladder and out to the front porch. He switched it off once out in the moonlight. It was strikingly clear, and except for the bugs, peaceful. They both leaned on the railing and sucked in the cool night air. Using most of the water that they had set aside for washing, they cleaned up the best they could, trying to get some of the stickiness off them. Neither spoke for quite a while, but Emily broke the silence when she noticed her brother staring as she ran a cloth over one of her legs. 

"What?" 

"I was just thinking that you are about the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen," he replied. 

"Jason, I'm not!" she protested, but with a smile that didn't want to leave her face. It was a strange time to turn modest, after what they had just done. She knew that she didn't look too bad, but it felt kind of funny for him to be saying something like that for some reason. 

"You can deny it all you want, but I'm gonna think what I'm gonna think." 

"That was pretty intense up there..." she began. It was hard to put into words what it was that she was trying to say, especially since she didn't know exactly what it was that she wanted to say. She wanted to say something about what they had done. "I never really expected for all that to happen." 

Jason sincerely hoped that she was not telling him that she was already beginning to regret providing him with the most satisfying sexual experience of his life. "I couldn't stop once I started kissing you." 

"Yeah. That was the best goodnight kiss I ever had. I'm glad you didn't stop," not exactly able to look straight at him. 

"Do you feel bad about it, you know, 'cause it's not really something that we should have done." 

"No, it's not that, I'm not worried about that at all, for some reason. It's not like anyone but us will ever know, right? I'm a little embarrassed about some of the things I said. I must have sounded pretty dirty." 

Jason chuckled, mostly to release some nervous tension. Out of the whole situation, that's what she picked to be nervous about. Sounding dirty. "You did sound dirty. I thought you were doing it to make it more exciting for me. And it was. Everything you did, everything you said, it was amazing. When I say amazing, I mean it was the best, like a dream come true. Please don't end up regretting it. Please." 

"I won't forget what you did to me, I never felt anything like it. It's like everything you did was just the right thing, you know? It's hard to describe how I feel about it, but I don't regret it, that's for sure." 

Jason put an arm around his sister's naked waist and kissed the top of her forehead. "Good." 

***** 

Opening her eyes, the first thing that Emily saw the next morning was her sleeping, naked brother laying next to her. They had always gotten along through the course of their lives, mostly staying out of each other's business as they grew older. Last night, they had fucked like animals. She had been feeling pretty randy the whole weekend and thought that maybe they could get each other off, and that would be that, life goes on. She didn't expect to feel such an extreme connection, she had been carried away on a wave of pleasure and emotion that had never been felt before. Now, how were things going to go back to normal? Looking at Jason laying there in the morning light made her want him so badly that it hurt. Could they possibly go home and pretend that nothing had happened? She didn't think that she could. Not only was he a magnificent specimen of a man that had totally ravaged her body in all of the right ways, they had been bonding the entire weekend. She liked being around him and he said things that made her love him. He was the kind of guy that she could picture spending the rest of her life with, but that would probably never happen. Emily didn't know whether to be thankful for what they had or be depressed about what they couldn't have. And, as long as she was worrying about things, it was yet to be seen how Jason would handle all of this. How would he act around her once they got home? 

When Jason woke up, he found himself face to face with his sister. It was strange to see her without her glasses on, and he couldn't decide whether she looked better with them on or off. Either way, she still looked pretty damn good and in the daylight he could see everything so much better. 

"Good morning," she said. 

"Morning," he replied, rubbing his eyes. "Have you just been laying there staring at me?" 

"I didn't want to wake you up." 

"You could have." 

"I liked watching you." 

"Well, you can do that too, if it makes you happy," Jason said. He rolled to his side to face Emily. "Are you okay?" 

"I don't know. I'm just worried about us when we get back home. I mean...I mean I feel like we're really close right now and I don't want that to go away." 

"I know what you mean. Kind of like a different world out here that we've got all to ourselves, isn't it? And we're about to head back to our home planet that's just loaded with people." 

"Yeah," she agreed. "I...don't know what I want to say, I guess." 

Jason put a hand on her thigh. "Hey, I love you and have to take care of you, remember? You do the same for me and we'll be fine." 

Emily didn't think that this what quite what her mother had in mind when she had told her something similar to that before they had left for their weekend trip. She would just have to try not to worry too much, they were going to have to go home no matter how much she thought about things. She leaned in for a kiss to ease her mind. 

Pulling away, pleased with his reciprocation of the kiss, she spoke. "This won't be the last time we go camping, will it?" 

"Definitely not," Jason replied. He wasn't sure where he and Emily were headed with whatever it was that they just discovered that they had, but it looked like they were both willing to go there.



Blowing Off The Laundry



I had the strangest sensation I was being watched. Not icky, like scary watched. More like admired. Some weird Mom sixth sense just told me that someone's focus was on me. Totally.

It was a warm day and I'd just gotten home from running to the grocery store, had stopped to grab the mail and was now putting everything away. The kids were at camp for the next two weeks and I could rest for a minute after all the packing, driving and logistics of getting them there and settled. I couldn't believe I had the rest of the day to myself. That never happened.

The sun was out and I made the executive decision to blow off the four loads of laundry and other assorted chores for a little me-time. I'll live with the guilt; it'll be hard for sure, but I'll manage. 

Stripping off my ribbed tank top and yoga pants, I walked naked into the laundry room and tossed them into the hamper. Walking back into the bedroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored closet door and realized I'm as white as a ghost! Holy crap – middle of summer and I look like a Minnesota tourist.

Pulling out my kid approved black one piece suit, I hesitated a minute and then decided "what the hell, no one's going to see me" and grabbed my itty bitty string bikini. The one that I'd never, ever wear in public. Even wearing it around our pool in the backyard brought groans of embarrassment from the peanut gallery. Whatever. 

Usually I don't worry too much about how I look. On the slender side, I was only 5'4 but I had a nice 36C rack. Belly slightly curved after two kids – the kind of softness that no amount of crunches will ever get rid of. Longish auburn hair in a pony most days and hazel eyes that had crinkles in the corners from smiling too much. Not that I'd felt much like smiling in a long time.

Pulling on the bottoms, I adjusted the string bows over each hip a little more securely. Was there more of me than the last time I wore this? Hmmmm. Oh well, my mother always said 'tan fat is better than white fat – don't believe me? Check out a pork chop.' I bent over and checked out my rear view. Not too bad, I told myself as I grinned at my reflection. Grabbing one of the beach towels out of the closet, my ear buds, phone and iPad, I headed out back.

It took me a few minutes to get situated and then I realized that I'd forgotten my suntan oil and I might as well bring a drink with being as hot as it was. I left my things on the chaise lounge and walked back into the coolness of the kitchen with that vaguely uncertain feeling again that I was being watched.

Throwing some ice into a tall glass, I added lemonade and then feeling a little naughty, a double shot of Absolute Citron. What the hell, I deserve it, I thought. Eighteen months after the divorce, the kids are finally accepting the change and I'm finally able to take a break from worrying about their mental state and worry a little about my own.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt feminine or desired. I tried to remember the last time I'd had sex, had to expand it to 'even with myself' and drew a blank. Oh my. Well, here's my chance to maybe get my sexy back. I had a trash novel loaded on my iPad that was just calling my name. Maybe I could lose myself in someone else's fantasy life for the afternoon, since I hadn't had much luck even buying one of my own.

I stretched out and got myself all nicely oiled up. I'll worry about the backside later, I thought as I tried to balance my iPad in a position so the sun's glare wasn't an issue. The story was crap, just a thinly veiled excuse to have a hot monkey sex scene every 7-10 pages. "Relax, I told myself, you're not a critic for the Times – just enjoy the sex part and stop overanalyzing the rest."

Actually, it's not half bad. I wiggled a little and felt the old tickle invade my pussy. Thank God. For a minute there I thought I was broken. I giggled and leaned over to take another sip of my drink. Sucking an ice cube into my mouth, I rolled it around for a few seconds and then popped it into my fingers. 

Dragging it down my throat and across my chest, it left little trails of cool water on my skin. Feeling a little naughty, I dragged it across my nipples and then circled again watching them bead up and swell, pushing against the triangles of my top. Good, those were still working.

There wasn't too much left, but as I let the cube slip from my fingers, it landed on my belly and slithered into the band of my bottoms.

Fingers still cool, I kept my eyes closed and followed the water drop into my bikini bottoms, swirling around my clit and then lower opening my warm pussy lips. The sun was so hot and the shock of my cool fingers was producing lovely little shivers inside me.

One finger, then two entered my swollen, hot pussy. I could feel the juices rising as I thought about the male character in the story and what he did over and over to the female lead. I twisted a little on the lounge chair and sprawled a little more, thighs opening wider in the sun.

Harder and faster, my hand moved over my open slit. My right hand moved up and I drew the pad of my thumb and forefinger over my nipple, pulling gently before realizing how very good that felt. So I pulled a little harder and added a pinch.

I heard myself moan and then a similar sound that didn't come from me. Startled, I opened my eyes and looked all around, but I was alone. Shit.

I jumped all of a sudden when I heard the unmistakable sputter and catch of a lawn mower engine and scrambling up, took a running dive into the pool. Jesus, that was close. Better I should cool off and attend to business in private. The water was brisk and I did a few laps trying to bring myself back around but having a hard time thinking about anything but how very good it had felt to let go.

Getting out, I decided to peek over the fence separating our yard from the neighbors and that's when I caught site of the Parker's son Luke. Must be home from college, though I thought his mother had said he had a job that would keep him upstate over the summer. But here he was and damn he looked good.

I watched him walk back and forth in neat, tidy rows taking the grass down to a smooth green carpet. Light brown shaggy hair, that I remembered as tow-headed when he was younger. Lightly muscled chest bare, he just had on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and sneakers. I watched the way his back flexed as he pushed the mower and admired the tightness of his ass cheeks faintly visible in the shorts. Oh my.

All of a sudden he finished the row and swung around heading straight towards me – he looked up for a second and must've caught a glimpse of my head above the wooden privacy fence. He stopped and turned off the mower. Busted.

Oh shit; "hey Luke, I called over the fence, I didn't realize you were home."

He walked over to the fence separating us and leaned against it.

"Hey, Mrs. G. - yeah came home for a couple of weeks to try and earn a few bucks. My internship doesn't start until the first of next month." he said in a voice much deeper than what I last recall. 

Maybe it was the unexpectedness of my appearance, but Luke looked really uncomfortable and wasn't meeting my eyes directly. Then I realized I was standing there talking to him in what amounted to less than square foot of material. Wow. 

"Well, hey – you're bound to pick up a bunch of odd jobs around here if you're interested," I started to say. Then I realized he wasn't just not looking me in the eyes, he was looking at all of me. I could feel his stare burning over me. My nipples hardened and poked at my top. That warmth that the pool managed to douse started to rekindle. 

He wasn't shy about his perusal now that we were face to face and I was having a hard time meeting his eyes when all I wanted to do was follow that trail of fine blonde fur that was snaking across a six pack the likes of which I hadn't seen up close in... years. Follow it right into the top of those shorts that suddenly seemed to have a hard time containing Luke.

I swallowed and jerked my eyes up. "Um, I'm going to get back to my book, but feel free to jump the fence when you're done and take a swim. It's hot as hell out here and I think I may have a lead or two for you on some people who might, uh... need some help while you're here." 

"Thanks, Mrs. G. I don't want to interrupt your private time," he said with a small smile. 

"Oh, it's not a big deal," I said. The house is empty and it's kind of nice to have some company." Holy shit, where did that come from?

I retreated to my chair and picked up my drink and the iPad and started to settle back down. Looking at the glass I realized that it was damn near empty and I surely don't recall drinking that much. Maybe it was evaporation... it was damned hot. 

Walking inside, it took me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the lower light. Filling up my glass to the top again, I decided to offer my potential guest a cool drink as well. Me being a good hostess and all. 

Back outside, I could hear the engine moving back and forth, closer to the fence dividing us. Us? There is no us. What am I even thinking inviting that boy over here? But damn I'm lonely and nothing's happened yet and maybe nothing will. But maybe... I know what I saw. 

Lying back on the lounge chair I picked up the iPad and pushed the Home button to turn it back on. The screen flashed and I reread the last page. The page that had made me so warm and wet just a few short minutes ago. Damn, but it was having the same effect. I kept reading, finally hearing the sputter and choke of the lawn mower's engine die off as Luke finished the yard.

"He may not even come over," I thought to myself as I angled my body a little more in the sun. "He's probably got shit to do with his friends or girlfriend or something." I couldn't help but feel a tiny cramp of disappointment at the idea. 

But then the creak of the latch on the fence had the tiny hairs on my arms prickling and I felt, rather than saw, him approaching me.

"Damn, it's hot, I really hope your invitation to cool off is still open," Luke said as he stood over me, his shoulders and chest blocking the sun for just a moment. 

"Of course, make yourself at home" I murmured as I indicated he should have a seat next to me. "I made you a drink when I got myself a refill. Got I.D.?" I joked. 

He laughed and picked up the glass next to mine and swallowed half of it with the first gulp. 

"Easy there fella, I know you're not driving but I don't want to be accused of getting you drunk and taking advantage of you!" I squeaked out. 

Holy hell, who was writing my dialogue?

Luke laughed a nice deep sound that matched his deep brown eyes and his even deeper brown tan. I couldn't look away from his chest and stomach. When he laughed those muscles just bunched up and then relaxed back into a frickin' washboard. Washboard, hmmm. I was supposed to do laundry today.

"If I were you, I'd be more worried about me getting you drunk and taking advantage," he said very slowly.

I looked back up into his face and saw that though the tone was light and teasing, the heat and hunger in his eyes was anything but.

I wasn't sure if this gorgeous young man was making fun of me or not. He was certainly not what I remembered from years past as far as making adult conversation. Honestly, I couldn't really remember him talking to me much at all unless it was to politely answer a direct question.

Clearing my throat, I got up and walked to the steps of the pool and waded in. I needed a few seconds to myself to gather my thoughts. Or my nerve. I hadn't really decided which yet. 

I hadn't made it to chest deep water when I heard a splash and looked up at the deep end to see Luke come up from under the water and push his hair out of his face. Fuck. 

He swam towards me and then stood beside me, making me feel very small and feminine. He met my eyes and then dropped down and started floating so he was closer to me. He bumped against my thigh accidentally on purpose, brushing against me as he apologized. 

"Sorry, he smiled. 

"You are not," I smiled back adding a splash for good measure. 

"You're right, I'm not..." 

He laughed and ducked under the water swimming around me in a circle. All of a sudden I felt a tickle on my belly, then another closer to my underarm. I laughed and tried to get away from him, but he caught me around the waist and held me still.

Coming up wet and slick, he pulled me closer and the laughter stopped as he looked at my lips, licked his own and then moved in for a kiss. 

Hot and cold rushed through me at the same time, making my lips tingle and burn and want it not to stop. My hands were pressed against his hard chest and without thinking; I brushed my fingers over his pecs, drifted my fingertips over his nipples and then draped them up and over those broad shoulders.

Angling my mouth, I felt him slip his tongue deeper into me, touching and lapping and sending little shocks up and down my legs. They started to tremble as I caught his tongue and began to suck on it lightly. 

I relaxed a little bit more and took stock of the situation. One hand was on my ass, massaging it gently and at the same time, moving my pussy into rubbing his hard cock. The other hand was drifting over my collar bone and down to rub the back of his knuckles across my tit and tease my nipple.

I broke the lock he had on my mouth and pushed back a little bit. Wading towards the steps, I climbed out and headed for the chair. Flopping down I took a huge swig of my drink and stared at him as he walked towards me. 

Neither of us said anything. I felt like a gigantic idiot. Why was I backing off? What was the problem? Jesus, I really just needed to relax and ... get laid.

Sometimes realizing that things are a lot easier than you thought they were is kind of funny. I snorted a laugh. I pulled the towel over my face in embarrassment, but I couldn't stop giggling once I started. He sat on the end of my lounger and pulled at the towel. I pulled back.

"Going to share the joke?" he asked. I took a deep breath and let go of the towel.

"I'm the joke, I'm laughing because I'm such a chicken shit" I told him.

"I'm not laughing, I think you're a hot sexy woman, I don't see anything chicken shit about you" he murmured while moving closer to my ear.

"I think I just need to relax," I huffed. And with that I flipped over on the chaise and closed my eyes. 

"You do need to relax; maybe I can help you finish what you started earlier..." he whispered.

My eyes popped wide and suddenly I knew. I knew that I was being watched. And I knew what he had seen. He saw it the second I realized it.

He pushed me back down gently, one hand on the back of my neck and said, " Shhhh don't get so worked up, it's not like it's a big deal. Hell, if I could figure out a way to get a steady income out of it, I'd never let my dick alone."

"It was hot and it was erotic and I never wanted to be an ice cube so fucking bad in my life." 

I laughed again and felt the tension ease out of my shoulders and neck. I closed my eyes and decided to let things play out. Suddenly there was a warm stream of liquid that dripped across my back and dribbled down my spine to pool above my ass. I felt a tug at my neck and then another quick one in the center of my back as the strings holding my top were untied.

Rough, strong hands were kneading my upper back and neck muscles. Firm but with great care, they moved over my skin and I felt the loosening of my muscles. Muscles that seemed always to be taut, just waiting for the next catastrophe to hit. 

He hit a particularly tight spot with enough force to make me moan. 

I coughed. "Um, sorry," I choked out. Both of us knew that the moan was more than from a simple massage. Every bit of me was focused on his hands and where they were going to go next. He moved down the center of my back, rubbing up both sides of my spine and then finishing just a hair's breadth away from my ass.

I held my breath as he leaned back to add more oil to his hands and then I felt them on my calves, moving upward sensually, my skin recognizing the kind of touch it had been bereft of for so very long. Up behind my knees, where he tickled me and I jerked and twisted a little on the towel. Up to my thighs where he suddenly became extremely diligent. Both hands massaging and pushing into the muscles and all the while moving slowly up towards my pussy.

I tried not to clench my thighs, told myself to relax and enjoy it and as he moved up just one more inch, he brushed my pussy lips through the fabric of my bathing suit and I sighed.

It was the signal we both were waiting for. In an instant I felt a tug on the bow on my right hip, followed immediately by the other. I felt the strings flutter against the sides of my thighs and then the coolness as he uncovered my ass. I opened my thighs wider on the towel and felt his warm hands rest on my cheeks before squeezing gently. And then harder.

Rubbing, dipping in the crevice, moving back down with strong fingers and finally finding the wetness waiting for him.

"Fuck, you're hot. Wet, too." He growled. 

I felt him shift behind me and then his hands gripped me by the hips as he pushed me up onto my knees. I gasped and caught myself so I didn't topple over. I felt the warm silkiness of his hair against the backs of my thighs and his fingers as they carefully pulled my lips apart. And then a kiss.

Soft, then a suckle. In for a deeper, more thorough tasting and finishing with a quivering bit of tongue against my clit. I was in Heaven. I angled higher to get more of his delicious mouth and tongue. And now the moans came from a different place.

He dipped and licked deeper and harder and I could feel myself start the climb. He added a finger moving deeper in circles inside my sweetness and then I felt him run another finger from my neck to the dimples above my ass collecting oil as he went. What the hell?

And then he moved up between my cheeks, kissing and licking before his slippery finger circled my rosebud softly before pushing in.

Goddamn.

I pushed back against him, but I wasn't sure if I was pushing him out or trying to take more of him inside me. I shivered and shook and tried to relax against the pressure that was mounting in my ass as well as my pussy.

He suddenly became relentless, licking, sucking and nibbling around the fingers slamming into my pussy while his other hand worked his magic in and out of my ass. I was up on my hands and knees, panting and asking him to please let me cum. I felt it building and every part of my body began tightening up like a rope being knotted over and over again.

Luke sucked my pussy lips so deeply in his mouth I thought I was turning inside out. Then pushed his tongue as deep as he could inside my cunt as I came crashing around him.

I started to collapse forward onto my forearms but he caught me around the waist and pulled me back hard against him. I felt his hard, hot cock bounce against my ass and wondered when he'd taken his shorts off. Suddenly I felt the head of his dick and his wrist come in contact with my pussy. I was still vibrating from my orgasm, still feeling his unexpected entry into my ass. He circled his cockhead against my opening and then with one thrust, filled me up.

I cried out from the size of him. I hadn't even had a chance to see this cock that was filling me so completely. It was thick and hard and it felt like a piece of steel with sweet hot velvet over it. And it tunneled in and out of me so exquisitely that I wanted to cry in relief. 

He rode me hard and my tits were bouncing wildly against the chaise. 

I pushed up and back and felt him positively wedge his cock at the back of my pussy. He lifted my chest up so that I was leaning back against him, on my knees only, with him holding me up as he churned in and out of me from behind. 




Blowing Off The Laundry



His hands moved over my tits and back down to my slick pussy lips, separating them and rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. He was powering everything he had into this fucking and I was loving every minute of it. I felt myself clench down on him and the muscles begin rippling as I milked his dick.

He felt me start to cum and thrust three or four more deep times into me, leaving me screaming with no sound coming out. As he felt my cum start to jet out around his dick, he pulled out and lowered me to the lounger, coming to straddle over my face and chest.

I looked up and finally saw that beautiful cock, the one that had given me such incredible pleasure angling its angry red head at me. I opened my mouth and he placed just the crown in my mouth then eased forward and back, slowly at first then much faster as I moved my hands to the base of his cock and held tight. 

He pulled out and then pushed in deep almost choking me, then pulled back sharply as I nipped at him with my teeth. Once more deep with my mouth hot around him and I felt him throb against my tongue a second before I was flooded with his juice.

I swallowed and sucked and swallowed some more. Some dribbled from the corners of my mouth and dripped onto my chest. Finally he slowed and as he softened, I gently sucked and licked him clean.

Moving back over me, he lifted my face and kissed me, tasting himself as he drank from my lips. One last sip and he dropped onto his side and sighed, snuggling up to my back and throwing his arm across my body. I looked at it and smiled.

I think I might just have a job for this kid, after all.



Blowing Some Time at Work



This is separate from the Sir (Jack) and pet (Rebekah) "storyline." I've got a little storyline in place for this, and I intend on writing more of it in the future. I think I like the dynamic I've made up in my head better than the other one, at least for now. Feel free to send me your comments, your feedback, your (dirty) thoughts, or pictures of your boobies. Or mean comments, critiques, I'll even take a picture of your penis. I mean I wouldn't really like that but you know. I love hearing from my readers!

Disclaimer: Only adults of legal age should read, yada yada legal stuff. Credit must be given to me if shared elsewhere, yada yada yada, here comes the sex. 

*****

I sighed as I signed into the time clock to start my break. I work a retail job, and always look forward to my breaks to get away from the complete morons that are seemingly everywhere. As I walked towards the break room I stopped by one of the registers, looked all around me, and planted a big kiss on the cashier's lips. She grinned widely then playfully tapped me on the shoulder and pushed me away. I winked at her and went to the break room, thinking about Kate, the love of my life.

Kate is almost six foot, has long, dark blond hair that goes down a few inches past her shoulders, and pale green eyes that are almost gray and very striking. She has high cheekbones, a generous mouth, an adorable nose, and lacks any kind of blemishes on her face, save for one beauty mark below her right eye. Her breasts are on the smaller side, but are very firm and just big enough to emphasize how her stomach, which has the makings of a six pack, curves in before reaching her hips, giving her amazing curves despite being seemingly unable to gain weight. Her butt has a bit of meat on it, surprisingly, and is firm enough that if someone were to throw a quarter off it, the quarter would come back at triple the speed. She also has an adorable back dimple. Kate's long legs are tan year round, are extremely toned, and when she shows them off they have a tendency to even draw attention away from her strikingly beautiful face. She's very graceful and charming, but is also very shy so most people never know. It would be impossible to call Kate anything but gorgeous, yet she seems to be completely unaware of it. 

The microwave beeped as I walked in, letting me know that the soggy microwave pizza I'd put in a few minutes ago was done. Damn I'm good I thought to myself, before quickly cursing out loud as I burned my freaking fingers on the pizza. I let out another sigh as I licked my finger clean of sauce and sat down, pulling out my phone to pass the hours it would take for my food to cool down. 

It'd only been about five minutes or so, when I heard the main door open. Our break room is kind of door city, as it has one door from the main store, which leads into a long hallway with a door on the left and right, the bathrooms, before another door at the end of the hallway with an Employees Only sign. It may sound creepy, but I had to only hear the gentle footsteps to know exactly who it was, so I grinned quickly, then did what I always did when Kate walked into a room; pretended to be asleep. I'm not sure how the whole pretend to be asleep thing got started, but it was pretty much accepted by both of us that it was just a way of life. 

As the door opened I faked a snore, which in turn made me choke on my own spit like a 1 year old and cough up a storm, Kate laughing in the background the entire time. I let out a mental sigh, ready for this day to be over and to just go home. My vision was blurry as I opened my eyes, and Kate was looking at me, having a hard time controlling her laughter. 

"Go ahead and yuck it up," I said with faux-anger. "I could have just died and then how would you have gotten home, hm?"

"Like this," Kate said, reaching into my pocket and grabbing the car keys. She wiggled them in front of my face a little bit to taunt me, as I fought to keep a smile from my face. "Not so tough now, are ya sport?" She handed them back to me and I took them, mumbling under my breath the entire time. 

"What the hell are you doing in here Kate? Isn't there someone you should be cashiering?"

"Well I was coming in to fill up my tummy with my boyfriend, but since Old Man Jenkins is the only one here I guess I'll come back later."

I grinned, unable to keep up the annoyed act. She always put me in a good mood. "What are you hungry for? The fridge is pretty empty, and someone decided she didn't need to bring lunch today. And I'm not sharing my pizza."

She smiled her I'm up to something but I refuse to tell you because watching you guess is more fun to me, smile, before saying innocently, "Well I'd made other plans."

I opened up my palm to show her the keys. "Wanna go somewhere?"

Her smile widened. "Nope"

"Order something here?"

"I had something else entirely in mind," she said, her smirk reaching its peak, while my brain came to a crashing halt. 

"Fine," I sighed. "You can have some of my pizza."

"I don't want your damn pizza you idiot." Something in her eyes and voice finally clicked and I got what she meant. 

"Oh. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh!," I said excitedly. To think just a few minutes ago I wanted this day to end, and now I was gonna get a blowjob, at work even. My brain kicked back into gear as I realized the circumstances. "At work? We could get fired if we're caught. What brought on this sudden risk-taking attitude?"

Her eyes met mine and they were smoldering as she got down on the floor. "Well," she slowly began, taking her time as she unbuckled my belt. "This morning," she kissed the outside of my jeans where my cock was resting. "Someone decided to stab me in the back," she undid my belt and unzipped me, now kissing my cock through my underwear. "With their little friend," my cock began to stir as she kissed it once again. "And I just haven't been able to stop thinking about it all morning," she finished, kissing the hardening tip of it through my underwear, her eyes meeting mine as she did. Slowly, she licked the outline of my cock, looking at me the entire time and smiling, and in between one moment and the next I felt my cock spring into action. Kate purred her approval. "There we are," she said, giving it one more kiss before moving to pull it out.

"Wait," I said, moving the chair to the break table and raising up the table cloth. "Get under here, just in case someone comes in." 

"Oh fine," Kate said, sliding along the floor on her knees. "But you're no fun sometimes." 

Once she was under the table I fixed the table cloth, luckily oversized to the point where it actually hit the floor, to where it would block all view of her but I could still watch her work. She nodded her approval as she reached into my underpants and firmly grabbed my almost-erect cock, pulling it out of my underwear. She began stroking it slowly but with a tight grip, looking at me while she did. 

"Does this feel good," she whispered. I grunted and nodded in reply. She had an iron-like grip on my cock and her hands felt as soft as marshmallows. "Good," she said, before touching the very top of me with her tongue. She licked all around the eye, even sticking her tongue a tiny bit inside it, the whole time slowly stroking my cock with her iron grip. 

Kate then decided she wanted a bit more of a taste, and took me in her mouth, her lips completely enveloping the tip of my cock and resting just below the head. Her tongue flicked all around my cock, moving at seemingly light speed, while she tightened her grip on my cock and looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes. It was so hot, and felt so good, that had I still been a teenager I probably would have just cum at that moment, but as it was I simply moaned and moved her hair out of her face. 

Being the expert that she was on the arts of pleasuring my cock, she didn't stop there. She instead took her other hand and began massaging my balls. She grinned at the look on my face, her tongue still flittering over the tip of my cock, her other hand still squeezing my cock for all its worth. She stayed in this position for just a few seconds, before releasing my cock from her mouth. "You know, you're going to owe me so much oral for this," and with a wink she took her hand from my cock and replaced it with her mouth, taking my entire 8" in with ease. I let out another quiet moan, my hand idly moving the hair from her face as she looked up at me. Kate is so good with eye contact during a blowjob, she's basically fucking you with her eyes as much as her mouth. 

She kept my dick in her mouth for about 10 hours, or seconds, (it was hard to tell at this point) before sliding off it, wet sounds and spit trailing as she took it out. She looked back up at me once she took a breath, then grabbed my cock with both of her hands, squeezing it to the point where it almost hurt, as she stroked it. A soft kiss was placed on the very tip as she did this, me lost in near ecstasy by now.

I snapped out of it quickly though, as I heard the outer door open up. "Shit," I whispered with force. Kate immediately pulled her head back under the table but left her hands on. I looked down at her as I heard footsteps approach, as if asking her what the hell she was doing, and I was met with a devilish grin. I was about to question her when I heard the doorknob click, so I quickly moved the table cloth back into place and picked up my pizza, acting as natural as I could. You know, given the two hands around my soaking wet cock. 

"Have you seen Kate?" my coworker, Bill, asked, his head poking in. Bill was someone I considered a friend, but not a close friend. A lot of people actually thought we were related, simply because we had (close to) the same red-brown hair and blue-gray eyes. That's where the similarities ended though. Where Bill had short, buzz cut hair, mine was a bit longer and always a tiny bit messy. Bill was only average height, if that, and I was around 6'4. Bill was skinny enough to hide behind a grain of rice and had seemingly no muscle tone, while I had what Kate called "working man muscles." (whatever the hell that means.) He was a nice guy, and he had a not-so-hidden crush on Kate, and our roommate, Riley. I'm pretty sure he thought I was the luckiest guy on the planet for living with two beautiful women. He didn't know the half of it. 

"Sure haven't," I said, taking a bite of pizza, trying to keep my voice calm. It was especially hard with Kate rubbing her thumb over the tip of my slobbery cock. I chewed, and took a breath, getting my thoughts together, trying not to get all squirmy. I didn't even have to look to know Kate had that mischievous grin on her face again, as she teased my dick. "She hasn't been in since I've been in here. Why do you ask?"

"No reason, just had a question for her."

I took a shallow breath, trying to hide it so he wouldn't ask any questions. Kate had taken to kissing the tip of me, her tongue just barely going into the hole. "Anything important? I can send her a text," I offered, as I always would. I prayed he would say no and just leave. 

He shook his head and I about fainted with relief. "Nah, don't worry about it. She'll turn up. Enjoy your lunch." With a wave he left.

I waited for both doors to close before I took another breath, looking down at Kate instantly as I did. My dick was back in her mouth, halfway to be exact, and I gave her a wtf are you doing look and she simply gave me an innocent stare that she knew would drive me wild. My Kate didn't get into pleasing my manhood very often, but when she did she knew exactly how to push my buttons. The woman was an expert in the ways of the cock. (Albeit an unwilling trainee)

I kept looking at her, and finally she took my cock out of her mouth, smacking her lips on the tip as she did. Damn its hard to keep a logical thought in your head with a beautiful woman sucking your dick. "What?" she asked in her most innocent voice. 

"You know what!" I said, a little more harshly than I meant to. "If he had come in here he would've seen you, what were you thinking?!"

She kissed my cock again. "Calm down, its bad for your heart to get angry." Another kiss, this time with tongue. "I was just thinking how badly I wanted this here dick in my mouth," she said, grabbing it firmly in one hand while motioning towards it with the other. 

I just looked at her, getting ready to respond, but before I could she started to very slowly stroke me again, her grip just as tight as before, her hand sliding along effortlessly, aided by her own saliva. I sighed, both in pleasure and resignation. "Just, I dunno, hide under the other end of the table next time. If he'd come in he could've seen you." 

She pouted her lower lip. "You're no fun." Her hand never stopped stroking my dick. I gave her a hard look, at least the hardest I could given the circumstances, and she simply grinned and gave me a salute. I smiled and shook my head as she took my dick back in her mouth, deep throating it effortlessly. 

"Damn you're good." I said. Normally I don't compliment her on her cocksucking because given how she learned to do it she finds compliments on it more than a little annoying, but she knew I was joking. Nevertheless, she glided her teeth along my dick as she pulled it back out of her mouth. Not so hard as to break skin, but still harder than in a normal blowjob. I grinned, and she couldn't help but grin back. 

"You ass," she said, smiling at me as her hand sped along my dick. She continued to stroke me for a minute or so, getting me back into the mindset of sex, and I realized that I was rather close to blowing my load all over her face. Our eyes met again, and her stroking slowed steadily, until it came to a complete stop. "Oh, are you close to cumming, darling," she asked with a grin. I simply nodded, my mouth unable to form any noise as I felt my cum retreat back down. Kate looked at me, using my expression to judge when to start sucking me off again. I gave the tiniest inclination of my head, and she took my dick all the way back in her mouth.

I felt my fists clench on their own accord as I willed the cum to wait. She nodded her approval and pushed me in farther inside her, her nose pressing against my pubic hair now. Kate couldn't have much breath left, or room for that matter, but she tried taking even more of me in, seemingly attempted to swallow my entire body cock-first. Her hands reached around my back, and she pulled me closer to her, my cock going just a tiny bit more down her throat. 

It took my entire brain capacity at this point to not cum, especially when she looked up at me, her eyes getting teary, but somehow I was able to take my hands and lace my fingers together behind her head, thrusting more of me down her throat. Her nose was at the point where it was hard to tell where my crotch ended and her nose began, and when she looked up at me, her beautiful eyes slightly reddened and damp, my pubic hair, which is kept short and trimmed, actually looked to impede her vision. 

There was no way whatsoever she could force any more of me into her mouth, and there was no way whatsoever I was going to last any longer. And when I felt her tongue tickle the bottom of my shaft, and felt her head move around, my dick touching the sides of her throat, and in that moment I felt my muscles clench, including my hands still forcing her head into my crotch, and I exploded inside her mouth, covering it with my cum, our eyes locked together. Spurt after spurt of cum came out of my cock, my whole body shivering from the intensity of the orgasm. By the fourth spurt I had the presence of mind to move my hands so Kate wouldn't drown, literally, in my cum, but she shook her head when I did, so I put my hands back where they were. I let out a soft moan as another spurt of cum came out, my urethra expanding to compensate for the heavy load. (pun intended) 

Finally, after around seven or eight spurts of cum, I felt my orgasm subside and closed my eyes, breaking off the eye contact we had. Like I said before, one of the best parts of Kate's blowjobs is her eye-fucking, and the best part is how she will look right in your eye as you cum down her throat. That and the lack of gag reflex of course. 

I let out a breath of exhaustion and felt my hands fall to my side. Kate slowly slid off my cock, slurping any remaining cum as she went. She wasn't even out of breath when she had her mouth free, showing her mastery of nose-breathing. Kate grinned at me, a tiny amount of cum between her lips, before licking the cum and swallowing it down. Then she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, and starting at the base of my cock, she slowly, with an extremely tight grip, made her way to the tip, milking the rest of my cum out. A tiny bit more came out, and she took her first finger and glided it around on the tip of my cock. The still incredibly sensitive tip of my cock.

"Owwww," I said, cringing from the weird pain-like sensation. This didn't stop her of course, if anything she moved her finger around faster. Within ten seconds or so my tip wasn't as sensitive anymore, so she stopped swirling her finger around, her fun over, and once again put the very tip of my dick into her mouth. I let out a grunt as I felt another tiny spurt of cum eject from my cock. Kate laughed at her accomplishment, before I felt her swallow it. Then she let go of my cock, smacking her lips one last time on the tip as she let go. 

"Desert too!" she exclaimed like a six year old girl. "You're so good to me babe. This was the best lunch ever!" And with a touch of her finger to my dick, she put it back in my underpants, half erect now, redid my jeans and even zipped them up. 

"Ahh," Kate began. "I don't know about you, but that was both satisfying and incredibly filling."

I caught my breath, replying, "Yea, not a half bad way to spend lunch."

She grinned at me and blew me a kiss, leaving me to my pizza. I began to hear her walk away before she turned around and poked her head back in.

"I hope you know there is going to be SOOOO much pussy licking from you tonight to show your gratitude for my awesome-girlfriended-ness."

I grinned. "Looking forward to it Kate."

TO BE CONTINUED



Blowing the Card Game



I would like to thank SanguineAffair for editing this. All mistakes are still mine though. Everyone in this story is over 18. I welcome comments as to help improve my writing. If you have something bad to say, please make it constructive. 



It is funny how one card can change your life. I and three of my friends would regularly play poker at one of our houses. The stakes were never for very much, just a chance to get together and have some beer and bullshit. We started having these private games after trying to enter a tournament at a local bar. The people there took it way too seriously, and we were only interested in having fun. So we started having our own private party. Our wives would join us at these get-togethers. 

I went to the University of Washington in Seattle, where I met Jack and Dan. I started dating Cindy and Cindy introduced Cathy to Jack. Cindy and Cathy were roommates in college and Dan and I were roommates. Dan met Becky after we graduated. Mark was a friend from high school and had dated Sarah all through his senior year. They married shortly after graduating. Jack, Dan and I all stayed in Seattle and got jobs after graduating college. Mark stayed in Seattle as well and I introduced Mark to the other two, and all of our wives became good friends. 

The one problem playing poker for no real money or consequences is one doesn't take things too seriously. While we didn't want the games to be serious, we did want some effort put into the game. This lack of effort meant the games ended quickly. So one particular evening, as the eight of us sat around after a game, Dan bitched about the stakes being too low. I wasn't too keen on betting large amounts of cash and said as much. 

Mark said it didn't have to be money it could be something that the losers would find embarrassing. He suggested making the first one out wear a dress to the mall. Cathy, who was quite drunk this evening, suggested instead of dressing like a woman the loser should give the others a blow job. The ladies all loved this idea. 

Cindy, my wife gave me blow jobs, but she wasn't big on them and said to me, "I think it is a great idea, you always want one, now you will know what it is like."

I am not sure which of the guys first agreed to it. The thought was we could do it one time and see how it changed the game. It would raise the stakes very high and we would not worry about money. Still, that night, we didn't do anything. Everyone decided to go home and think on it before any decisions were made.

Cindy and I drove home that night and discussed the issue. She told me, "I really want you to know what it is like and I think it would be hot. You always told me in college you wanted me and Cathy to get in on. You told me we should experiment."

"It is hot when two sexy women have sex," I said, smiling.

"It's all a matter of perspective," she replied.

"It doesn't matter. The guys won't agree to it."

Two weeks later we were all together and getting ready for the game. I thought the issue had been put to rest, but Cathy wanted to know if the loser was going to give a blow job to the rest. Jack announced, "I have thought about it and think a one-time thing might be interesting."

I knew that Cathy had to have been working on him for the last two weeks. Jack has always said that she loves giving blow jobs. The other guys agreed to it as well, which surprised me. 

"I really don't want to give a single blow job, let alone three," I protested.

"Well don't be the first one out then," Jack replied, laughing.

Reluctantly, I agreed, not really feeling like I had much choice left to me. After the game, the loser will start with the first place finisher then go onto the second and third. Everyone would sit on the couch with their wives, so that the loser could get to all the guys and the women would be able to see the action. Everyone agreed to the conditions, and the challenge was set.

So we start playing, and the game does last longer now that the stakes are higher and everyone is taking it more seriously. We all are folding a lot more than normal and the pot never get very big. After several hours I am down and getting nervous, when I get an Ace and a Jack. I'm not the best at knowing the odds, but I've got a good hand, so I decide to go all in. Jack calls it and he doesn't have many more chips than me. If I won, he'd be almost out of chips, so he'd be first out.

I smiled as I flipped over my cards and show a full house, Aces over Jacks. I am pretty happy and watching Jack, trying to read his face. Finally he flips his cards over and my jaw drops. He flips over an Ace and a Queen. I was out.

"I need a drink, something besides beer."

Jack got me a whiskey and I down it. The ladies take me to the living room where I can sit on the couch and wait. I am handed another whiskey and I take a smaller drink this time. Cindy tries to comfort me, assuring me I will be okay.

"I can't do it," I said, feeling a bit panicky. 

"You have to, you promised. The others were all willing, and it's not going to kill you. Besides, you may enjoy it." Cindy said, trying to console me.

"I can't!"

"If you can't then I can't give you a blow either." Cindy threatened.

When the game was over, Mark came out and said that Jack was first, he was second and Dan was last. Somehow, Jack turned his game around and came back from being last, winning the game.

Numbly, I let Cindy help me up from the couch and the next thing I know, Jack is dropping his pants and sitting down where I had just been. Cindy had me kneel in front of him, and sat down next to Jack, on his right. There was a lot going through my mind at this point. How could I have agreed to this? I'm not gay! I wasn't sure how I was ever going to be able to suck one cock, much less all three, but I had no choice. I'd given my word, and I'd lost the game.

Looking at Jack's cock nervously, I could feel my chest tighten, my heart rate speeding up. His penis was slightly larger than mine, about eight inches and thick. It was a penis any man would be proud of. I took hold of his cock and finally, feeling another man's cock in my hand for the first time. 

My mouth started to descend to his cock; I am going to suck a cock. The tip touched my lip; I am going to suck a cock. I open my mouth and let it slide in; I am sucking a cock. I heard several gasps and quiet giggles from the ladies watching. The other guys were quiet, but I could feel their eyes on me. I knew they were watching intently, too.

It felt smooth in my mouth. Each of the other three guys was willing to do this, I reminded myself. I was suddenly very glad that I was clothed and kneeling between Jack's legs, because my own cock was rock hard. The excitement of being watched, and doing this new thing was certainly having an effect on me. I still wasn't sure that I was very comfortable with all of it, but I knew I could do it, and maybe some small part of me wanted to. 

I started running my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting him, and slid my mouth down over his shaft, my head bobbing with the movement. When Jack started to moan quietly, I started to get more into it. The sense of power I got from knowing that I was getting him off with my mouth was pretty intense.

When I watch women giving blow jobs in porn, or when it's my wife, I like watching them bob up and down. I liked to see them get into it. I wanted to show the group how well I could do this. I really started working my mouth on him then, lips and tongue sliding over his length, sucking hard on him. Jack was starting to move his hips, thrusting up against my mouth, pushing his cock deeper in. At this point someone was running their hands through my hair. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying this. I loved the feel of it in my mouth, I loved knowing that my wife was watching, I could hear her whispered words of encouragement, and I could tell just by the sound of her voice that she was getting off on it. 

My dick was so hard, it was hurting, I needed to get off. I tightened my lips around his shaft and pushed my mouth further onto his cock, sucking hard on him. With a few good thrusts into my mouth I felt Jack tense just before he started to come. He let out a ragged groan and started shooting his seed into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, surprised to find that I enjoyed the taste of it. Finally he relaxed, and I drew back and got to my feet. 

I am so horny, I need another dick. Mark and Sarah took the place of Jack and Cathy. Wasting no time, I knelt quickly and took Mark into my mouth and started working on pleasuring him. Mark is a little smaller than me, but he still felt good in my mouth. 

Grabbing my head, Mark started fucking my mouth, using me as a sex toy for his pleasure. I wanted to be the one in control, but I am okay with being used. This is a new experience, but I am enjoying it. Feeling his cock sliding in and out of my mouth is too much for me, and I start to come in my pants, without ever having to touch my own cock. I do not know how long Mark fucked my face, but he finally tensed up and I got another mouthful of cum. I really did love the taste and swallowed all of it. 

I waited for Dan to get into position and when he did, I once again wasted no time, kneeling down and taking him into my mouth. I realized this was the last one, but I was enjoying this too much. I didn't want this to be over. I continued to stroke his cock and soon I felt him go stiff. I didn't need to swallow this load, I only needed to do two, but this is my prize. This is what I worked for. Tightening my lips on him, I sucked harder, my head bobbing as I sucked until he was exploding into my mouth.

I stood up and told Dan he was really quick and didn't last as long as the others.

Laughing, Cathy said, "He took twice as long as the others, you must have really been into it."

Becky giggled and added, "You enjoyed that. You were really into it, that's why you thought it went so fast."

I didn't know what to say. Finally I shrugged, mumbling, "It didn't kill me. I am not about to start dating guys, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." Cindy handed me another drink and I met her eyes trying to get a sense of what she was thinking, to no avail. 

Soon after we decided to break up as it was very late.