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Cookies

By: lolitalacedjezebel



Jen had been baking cookies all day, so her skin and hair smelled of sugar. It was all for a good cause, though. The man in the apartment below her loved homemade cookies. 

Considering that they had been flirting shamelessly for the past weeks; Jen decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to get her foot in the door. 

Satisfied with the arrangement of cookies, Jen headed to the bedroom to change. At the closet she chose her shortest miniskirt and 3/4 sleeve v-neck red top. 

She moved down to the dresser and selected a black corset, black stockings and a pair of black cheeky boy shorts. Each of these in some way accented the curves of her body and the boy shorts hugged to her ass perfectly showing just a little bit. 

After dressing she slipped into a pair of 4 inch black heels and checking herself in the mirror, running a hand through her short brown hair. Armed with her ticket in, she left her apartment and headed downstairs.

One leg cocked to the side, Jen knocked again on Jason's door. Her hands fidgeted nervously with the line of her shirt, absently stroking her breast. 

Just then the door swung open and there Jason stood in a white shirt and tight jeans a bewildered look on his face.

"Hey, Jen, Can I help you?" he questioned. 

"Oh, I was upstairs making some cookies when I realized I had too many for me to be able to eat." laughing, she answered. . 

"Would you care for some of my cookies?" 

"Of course, come on in, just sit them there on the table." he responded.

Jen's heels made no sound as she crossed the threshold of Jason's apartment, though her heart thudded in her chest. "Why don't you sit down, make yourself comfortable, I'm just gonna put these away." Jason murmured from the kitchen. 

Jen adjusted herself on the couch, making sure that the skirt rode up just enough and that her shirt attracted attention to her breasts.

Looking coy, she sat and waited for Jason to return...

Hearing him start to walk towards her she began to pick at the line of her shirt and when Jason entered she barely gazed at him, batting her eyes and turning back to her shirt. 

Jason sat on the part of the couch right next her, his arm touching hers slightly. "So aside from the cookie baking what else is going on?" he asked. 

Jen cocked her head to the side as if recalling all the things she had been doing lately. She adjusted herself in the seat because just being this close to Jason already had her becoming wet. 

It didn't help that she could smell his soap and know that briefly before he had been showering, hot soap and water sliding down his skin. 

Jen shuddered slightly and said, "Nothing much really, this and that. You?" "The same, aside from working on some creative outlets." Jason stated. 

Jen began pull at her stockings, making sure that her skirt slid up higher almost showing the bottoms of her underwear. She heard Jason take a deep intake of breath. 

Settling back in her seat she stroked his arm slightly. 

"What kind of outlets?" she asked. "Painting mostly, though I have attempted at writing." Jason answered. 

They sat and talked for a bit longer, with Jen getting wetter with each stoke of his arm, each breath that brought the scent of skin in. She drank him up with as many of her senses as she could. 

Feeling a little bit more brazen, Jen pretended to accidentally run her fingers across the part of his pants where she figured his cock might lie. 

Jason jumped a bit, but seeing the outline in his shorts, Jen knew it wasn't from him being unhappy. Her nails grazed the head of his cock through his jeans and Jason's head tilted back. 

Jen felt fingers on her spine and pressure from his cock against her hand. 

Smiling she leaned in close and breathed deep against the base of his neck, her lips brushing lightly against his skin. 

A small sigh escaped Jason's mouth and he turned placing a hand under her chin. He leaned in his lips brushing hers, soft. 

Jen returned the kiss delicately and feeling his mouth open slightly she darted her tongue in. Grazing his teeth she found the muscle she was searching for and slowly circled it with her tongue. Jason returned the kiss with added enthusiasm. 

Jen felt her panties begin to dampen more and pressing her hand against his jeans she squeezed. 

Jason let a low moan, and his hand started to trace lazy circles up her thigh. Reaching between her thighs he grazed the silk material of her undies. 

"My god, you're already wet." Jason said. 

Jen's mouth murmured something incoherent because at that moment Jason began to slightly stroke her clit through her panties. The sensation was one Jen loved, teasing just enough. 

Jason began to kiss her again, his hand rubbing against the material of her underwear as she stroked the outline of his cock. Moaning, Jen began to swivel her hips. 

Taking her cue, Jason slipped a hand under the material and gingerly entered a finger inside of her. Her pussy was tight but slippery wet, his finger sliding in easily as he pumped. Jen murmured something close to more and Jason entered another finger inside of her. 

Using his other hand he moved towards her breast.

Sensing this, Jen removed the shirt, showing her D cup breasts straining against the fabric of the corset. 

Jason began to kiss the tops of them as his fingers moved in and out of her pussy. Jen tightened around his fingers, soaking them again. 

Using his free hand he managed to release one of Jen's breasts and his mouth began to move towards her nipple. Circling it with his tongue he began to slowly lick and suck until the nipple perked. 

His cock was tight with tension by then Sliding his fingers out of her, he undid his jeans. Jen's eyes gleamed as she witnessed him presented rigid for her. 

Sliding down she moved close to his member. 

Drawing in a breath she began to kiss all around his groin. Her tongue then traced the underside of his shaft, and circled underneath the head. 

She opened her mouth and began to suck. She pushed her mouth down and traced her tongue against his skin. Jason's head flew back a moan flowing from his lips. Jen's pussy began to get wetter just from hearing him. 

She continued to pump his member in between moaning as his hand found her pussy again. She began to pump faster getting the feeling that Jason was close. 

She felt a hand under her chin, and drawing her eyes up she saw Jason nod. "Lay down." he instructed his voice gruff with sex

Adjusting herself on the couch, Jen did as she was told, and Jason began to kiss down her body. His breath was hot against her pussy, the sensation causing her to drip. As his tongue found her clit Jen let out a loud moan and her back arched. 

He continued to kiss her pussy, and darting his tongue into her hole over and over. Until she was so close to orgasm her back was coated with a fine film of sweat. Jason withdrew from between her thighs and instructed her to lie on the floor. 

Sliding a condom on, Jason lowered himself close to Jen's pussy. 

Placing his cock in between her vaginal lips he began to slide up and down. He then slowly entered. Jen let out a guttural noise.

He pumped up and down as Jen's nails dug into his skin. Her sharp teeth found flesh on his shoulder and bit. 

He grunted and in that moment, he felt her press against him enough to topple him to the bottom. 

Jen straddled him and began to ride him slowly. Lifting from his cock she would rise and then slide back down quickly. When he began to feel her get closer, he tossed her over again and instructed her to get on all fours. 

Jen's pussy was on fire and aching for release. Jason slid his cock into her from behind, feeling her pussy tighten involuntarily. He began to push in and out. Jen moaned. 

Jason began to pump faster and Jen let out a scream of harder. Jason began to pound into her pussy lifting her knees off the floor. Their orgasms beginning to get closer, Jason reached around and began to finger Jen's clit. Her orgasm was an explosion, hot wetness streamed down her thighs. 

Hearing her cry out "Fuck me, Jason." sent him over the edge and he came hard. 

Falling to side, covered in sweat. Jen asked if he needed anything. "Cookies, I could really go for some cookies."

Cookies



All characters are over the age of eighteen. 

I've been working on communicating the time jumps, please let me know if you have difficulty following the narrative. 

*****

Jake never understood the saying 'can't see the forest for the trees', not until the day he suddenly saw his mother in a new light. He'd come home from work and walked into the kitchen where he saw a woman bent over, looking into the fridge. Her top half was hidden by the open door, but the bottom half was completely visible to his hungry eyes. 

Smooth, lean, bare legs were straight as she bent over at the waist, the round plump cheeks of her ass had been poured into a tight white skirt that hugged her every curve. Jake could only stop and stare dumbly as his brain disengaged and he felt his cock stir in his jeans. He didn't know how long he stood there, but he memorized the way the material was caught between the flesh of her leg and her buttock. His mouth watered as the desire to grab that cheek and bite it gently overtook him. He'd seen asses like that before, but only on the internet. 

Beneath the white material he could make out the high waisted panty line that curved around the cheek, disappearing over her hip. In his mind he could feel his fingers sliding along that sweet line and pulling her against his groin. He'd make her feel the effect her body had on him. He'd show her good!

And then his mother stood up.

"Hi baby!" Elaine said cheerfully. "You okay?" she asked when her son couldn't respond right away.

Jake stammered, unable to answer. His brain was foggy, and unable to process the fact that it was his mother he'd been fantasizing about. He tried to turn away, but stumbled as he tried to move, catching himself on the table. 

"Jake? Baby?" Elaine rushed to his side, taking hold of his shoulders to steady him. "You okay?"

"Damn, that's hot." Jake nodded to his mother, assuring him he was alright and then made his way towards his room. 

He turned once to take another look and found her watching him closely. His mother stood in the streaming sunlight, her pretty face framed by blond locks that seemed to be perfectly tousled about her face. An ivory silk blouse covered her top, her breasts pushing out at the sides completing the hourglass figure he'd never seemed to notice before. His mother was fucking hot, how did he not know this?

Jake lay down in his room, replaying the moment over and over again. He could not shake the image of his mother bent over and how it had made him feel. As he pictured her his body responded to the memory and soon his cock was at full mast and aching for release. Still, their lingered doubt and shame. She was his mother for god's sake! He couldn't toss off thinking about her! What kind of perv does that?

** *

Days later Jake was dressed for a dinner out with his parents. He waited on the couch, watching television with his father while his mother got ready. When at last she came out he was stunned once again. Her hair was done up like a 1940's starlet, all soft and perfectly coifed. Bright, red lips and flawless skin with a strand of pearls draped around her neck, she was more beautiful than he'd ever remembered. She wore a navy blue dress with large white buttons under her tits, a wide collar split into a deep plunging neckline and her cleavage was breathtaking. A sea of breast flesh was on display and he could feel his jaw go slack.

"Damn baby, you look good!" his father said with a quick whistle. 

Jake noticed that his mother thanked her husband, but her eyes never left his. She seemed to be enjoying the way he was looking at her, almost as if she were daring him to drink her in. Jake could only nod when his father asked him if he agreed, afraid to speak and have his voice betray him. 

He followed his mother out the door, enjoying the way her ass swayed from side to side as she walked in front of him. His father got in the driver's seat and Jake was about to open the back door when he caught that his mother was waiting at her door. Quickly, he grabbed the door handle and helped his mother to her seat. As she sat down he caught sight of the tops of her stockings. The white hose was capped in a lacy pattern and then the dress pulled up another inch and he could see the tops of her thighs.  

Jake could imagine sliding his hands up those legs, hearing the soft whisper urging him higher and higher, to push her skirt up and discover all that was hidden beneath. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry and then he looked up in fear. His mother was watching him, her eyes intently boring into his, as if she could read every thought as if they'd been written on his face. He mumbled an apology, but his mother's face never betrayed a hint of displeasure. 

He sat in the back of the car in silence as his parents spoke casually on the way to the restaurant. He was grateful not to have to say anything, his thoughts were far from anything he cared to discuss with his father in the car. "Hey dad, did you notice Mom is incredibly fuckable tonight?" 

At dinner Jake sat across from his father, his mother between them in a semi circle booth. He spent most of the night stealing peeks at his mother's breasts, his heart skipping a beat when she would laugh and the soft orbs would jiggle. He worried that she would catch him and she did, but she didn't seem to be upset by his leering. She arched her eyebrow in a questioning manner, as if she might be asking if he approved. Jake certainly approved, his steel pole was a testament to her desirability. 

"I'll go find the waiter," his father announced when Elaine mentioned that she needed more coffee after the dishes had been cleared. Jake watched his father get up and suddenly he worried that his mother might be using the ploy to get him alone to chastise him for his wandering eyes. She stared at him, her head tilted down and away from him in a coy manner and she gave him a seductive smile. Jake felt his heart melt and he blushed deeply, the warmth creeping up from some unseen furnace. Elaine stirred the remnants of her coffee and then tapped the spoon on the rim of her cup. She dropped the spoon and it fell to the floor. Jake froze, he wanted to dive for the spoon, but he couldn't do that, his mother wouldn't stand for such brazen behavior. 

"Jake, will you grab that for me?" she whispered softly. Looking about to see if anyone was paying attention to them. 

His heart was pounding so loudly, it was a wonder not everyone in the restaurant could hear it. Jake couldn't believe that his mother suggested the very thing he'd been hoping to do! He nodded quickly and then scooted out of the booth. Crawling on his knees, he ducked under the table cloth and disappeared from view. 

Jake could see her legs, the soft sheen of the hose sparkling dully in the dim light beneath the table. Beneath the blue skirt he could just make out a pair of white panties covering her pussy, or maybe he imagined it, he couldn't be sure. His heart raced even faster as his mother spread her knees apart and he could see up to the vee where her legs came together. He stared so hard that he might have willed her legs to spread! Now, with more light, he could make out her underwear more clearly. They were lace trimmed and satin, and was that a damp spot he was seeing?

"Better hurry up, darling. Don't want your father catching you under the table," his mother said sweetly, as if she were offering him a treat if he finished his chores. 

Jake scrambled to find the spoon and when his fingers wrapped around the cold metal, he pushed out from under the table. As he sat down his father came into view, the waiter in tow. His mother declined dessert after her cup was refilled. 

Jake tried to catch her eye, but she refused to look at him. Was she upset? Was she going to say something to his father? He hadn't done anything more than she'd asked, right? He didn't pry her legs apart. Did she blame him for what had happened?

* * *

On the car ride home Jake's mind was a twisted mess. He fretted, clenching and unclenching his sweaty fists as he tried to understand his mother's manner. Of course she was mad, he had looked up her skirt! She didn't open her legs for him to look, it was accidental; she was only adjusting her legs for comfort. Jake was the pervert who had spied on his mother, surely she was trying to find a way to explain this to his father, who in no way would take kindly to his son trying to peep on his wife! 

When they arrived home, Jake excused himself to his room quickly. He took off his clothes and lay down in the bed in just his underwear, staring at the ceiling as he relived the moment of seeing his mother's panty covered sex. So many years under the same roof and he'd never noticed what a hot piece of ass his mother was! How could that happen? And now, within just a week he'd not only noticed, but his over excited hormones had creeped his mother out! 

Still, despite the shame and worry, he couldn't help but be aroused by her. Even as he lay and worried about his mother and what she might say, he could feel the effect her body was having on him. He slowly stroked his cock through his boxer shorts, teasing himself as he imagined her as she came out of the bedroom in her dress looking like a sexy starlet and then as he looked up her dress. He couldn't feel all bad about what happened, he'd do it again he knew. 

As he lay in the soft glow of his bedside lamp the door opened and his mother was standing there watching him. Jake froze, knowing that he'd been caught, but to jerk his hands away would only confirm his guilt. He slowly let go of his cock and tried to act as if he'd been doing nothing inappropriate, except for the fact that he was fully hard and his cock couldn't be hidden. 

His mother looked down the hall, then stepped into his room and closed the door quietly. She was still wearing her pearls and her lips were still a bright red. She'd taken off the dress and had put on a short dressing robe that came to about mid thigh. In the soft lamplight he could see her smooth thighs and her delicate looking calves, so toned and shapely. She held the top of the robe closed and the swell of her breasts threatened to spill out. 

Jake swallowed hard, his cock beginning to throb as he took in the sight of her. It was like a dream, or a porn movie where the starlet offers herself to the unsuspecting man. He began to tremble, unsure if he was once again reading more into the situation than was really there and his fear began to win out over his rampaging libido. 

"Yes?" he croaked. His mother smiled and moved closer to the bed, coming to stand right next to him. If she had moved right up against the bed he could have looked up her robe, Jake thought, but she stopped short. A soft scent emanated from her and he became heady with it. He could feel his mind swim and he was forced to close his eyes as he was overtaken. A moment later he opened his eyes and once again she gave him that appraising smile. 

"Did you get a good look?" his mommy asked softly. 

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Under the table. Did you get a good look?" Jake couldn't read her tone, but he felt as if he was being set up. That if he admitted it she would yell for his father and his fate would be sealed. 

"No mom, I didn't see anything. It was dark and I was looking for the spoon." He searched her eyes, begging silently for her to believe him. His face was written in panic and he could feel his body tensing, ready to bolt from the room if necessary. 

"Oh, that's too bad." Her words didn't make sense. Jake's brain tried to understand but the synapses that fired off kept coming up with an error. She wasn't mad? Why wasn't she mad? Surely she was mad. Maybe she's mad and that's why she's not mad? He stared at her blankly, unable to make sense of her words. 

"Well in that case, here. Look now."

Jake's heart nearly burst from his chest as his mother pulled open the robe and revealed her body to him. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts hung freely from her chest, like heavy melons, round and succulent. He could make out the tight, stiff nipples that were pointing out in desperate need. Surrounding each nipple her flesh was tightened up into crinkly nerve bundles begging to be kissed. 

His eyes slid down her body slowly, etching forever into his memory the sight of his mother's naked form. A slightly rounded tummy below her breasts as his eyes moved lower until he could see the vee of her sex. A light trail of soft pubic hair led to her pussy that was devoid of any hair at all. Even in the dim light he could see the lips of her sex, puffy, pouty and slightly damp. Pink on the outer ridges, but a deeper red peeked out. He would have sold his soul to touch her pussy. He could smell her perfume even more strongly now, it filled his nostrils and he breathed her in deeply. 

And then she closed her robe. Jake's eyes darted up to hers and he could see the hunger in them, burning away at all those restraints that keep a person from breaking all the rules that have bound them their whole lives. 

"I thought you might like these," his mother said and she reached into the small pocket of her robe and pulled out a piece of satin. She dropped it on his chest and then she was walking away. Jake paid no mind to the gift she'd left him, instead he stared fixedly as her ass swayed before his eyes on her way out of his room. It was a long moment before he looked away, his mind replaying the scene over and over again, making certain that every second was fully committed to memory. 

He grabbed the satin that she left on his chest and he spread it open before him with both hands. It was her panties! The one's he'd seen on her underneath the table. And they were still warm. And damp! His cock ached painfully now and without a second thought he stripped his own underwear off and he began to stroke himself. 

He pressed the satin and lace panties to his face and breathed in deeply, the smell of his mother's pussy fueling his desire as he jerked his cock fiercely. There was no need for a build up, he was already as aroused as he could ever be, he just needed to cum. God, he wished he could have his mother's pussy in his face as he stroked himself. He'd love to eat her, tasting her wetness, kissing her lips and then pushing his tongue deep inside of her! To feel her grind herself on his face would drive him crazy, it was making him mad with lust just thinking about it. 

What would he do if she came back into the room? Would he stop? Hell no! He'd look her right in the eyes, the wanton desire blatant on his face as he jerked off to her panties. He'd stare at her and shoot his cum high into the air! Oh god! What if she came back and sat on the bed, watching him closely, her own desire overcoming her senses and she began to touch herself? Jake groaned loudly, unable to care if anyone could hear him. 

He huffed and stroked his cock, his hips thrusting against the rhythm of his hand, imagining fucking his mother, her body trapped above him as he drove himself into her hot cunt, her wetness soaking him as she came over and over on his invading cock. He'd cum inside his mother whether she wanted it or not. He'd claim her, mark her as his own!

Jake took the panties off his face and wrapped them around his cock, the satin panel where his mother's pussy had made a wet spot pressed against the head of his sex. He fucked her panties furiously. Only a couple of strokes more and he was cumming, shooting his hot seed into them. He groaned as each pulse poured out of him, soaking the soft material completely. When at last he was spent he pulled the panties off his cock. 

He held the soiled underwear loosely, staring at them in disbelief. In exhaustion he fell asleep. 

* * *

Jake awoke naked and haunted by a hundred dreams of making love to his mother, fucking her wildly, kissing her deeply. In many she came to him willingly, in some he had to push her over the precipice into depravity, but in each she succumbed to him. His mind was awash in desire and confusion. 

The panties were missing. He couldn't find them anywhere. He flung clothes and books everywhere searching for them, but they weren't in his room. Jake was in a panic, but he couldn't be late for work, so he gave up and decided he'd look afterwards.

It was pointless for him to be at work. He couldn't concentrate and he made so many mistakes that his boss threatened to fire him more than once. Finally, his boss sent him home an hour early. Thanking his boss for his understanding, Jake promised that he'd be better the next day and went home.

He walked into the house and immediately smelled cookies. It had been years since his mother had baked, memories came flooding back as he breathed deeply. He stepped into the kitchen and found his mother working at the stove. She was dishing batter onto a sheet with an apron tied about her body, but her back was bare. 

Jake looked closer and saw that his mother was wearing nothing more than the white hose from the night before, a pair of white heels, and her pearl necklace aside from the apron. His cock immediately began to harden as he stared at her. Once again he felt light headed as he watched her work slowly. Without thinking he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down around his thighs as he began to stroke his cock. Within seconds he was completely hard. 

She finished dishing the cookie dough and opened the oven door, leaning over to put the sheet inside. He could see the lips of her sex as she bent over, the flower petals opening as he gazed at her. Her legs were pressed close together, making the her pussy look pouty and demanding. Jake's mind was clouded in lust as he watched her and he began to move forward slowly.

Elaine stepped to her right, moving away from the stove. Jake followed her, his body on autopilot as it was engaged in fulfilling the desires of his lust. Stepping behind her, he pushed her into the counter, his hands taking hold of her hips and pressing her against the counter.

"Jake!" his mother gasped. "What are you doing?" 

He could hear her, but the words were meaningless to him. He took hold of his cock and pointed it at the red lips of her pussy, pressing himself against her so that her sex could kiss his, and then suck him inside. 

"Oh fuck!" Elaine moaned, her voice cracking as her son pushed himself into her. 

Jake felt his mother brace herself against the counter and then she pushed back.His cock sank into her fully, her hot cunt sheathing his pulsing cock easily, squeezing him tightly as he bottomed out on his first stroke. 

"Oh baby!" his mother squealed, as he pulled out until only the head of his cock was within her grasp and the he pushed into her again, hard. He began to fuck her fiercely, his cock battering her pussy, his balls slapping against the back of her thighs as his rhythm quickly drove her to a succession of quick orgasms. 

"Got to fuck you," Jake grunted, drone like. He wasn't really talking to her, only giving voice to the demands he was responding to. "Got to fuck you, Mom. Can't take it anymore."

Jake felt his mother cum, her pussy clamped down on his cock, flooded him with her wetness that flowed out and onto his thighs. Her body shook with ecstasy as he continued to pound her from behind, the steady beat of his thighs against her backside punctuated by the sweet moans she made with each stroke. Jake huffed as he drove into her, trying vainly to hold back the tide for as long as possible as he worked toward his release, the sweet torture driving him to undiscovered heights of pleasure. 

"Hurry baby, your father will be home soon!"

Jake felt himself explode, his eyes only seeing white hot stars as his cum rocketed out of his shaft and into his mother's pussy. The delirium of such forbidden lust overtook him and he realized he never knew sex could be so good, so life changing. 




Cookies



His mother pushed him out with a squeeze of her pussy and he stood in the kitchen with his pants around his knees and his wet, spent cock hanging out of his shorts. Elaine turned to face him, her face flush from the powerful fucking. Her nipples poked through the thick material of the apron. He stumble towards his mother and then took her by the back of the head and kissed her, his tongue spearing into her mouth deeply. 

"I'm going to want that again," Jake said matter of factly. She only nodded, smiling.



Cookies & Beer



We were finishing our third bottle of beer each when the fortune cookies arrived like telegrams we could choose for ourselves. Kate reached out as the plate was still being lowered. Pete followed her hand. I should have learned then that there was no such thing as an innocent smile on Pete. He slid into fever mode almost immediately. I could almost feel him tasting the auburn down on Kate's arm, like his eyes were little tongues.

As Kate cracked open the cookie her eyes shot like rockets aimed to destroy targets in central-Pete. I heard myself asking for another beer in lieu of a finalized tab. Can you bring it right away? There was this dry mouth and that quick-release lever sprung--the one that permits everything to continue.

That these two were connecting was obvious. It was exhilarating to watch. Pete had slid his way slowly to her around the curve of the U-shaped naugahyde. The two co-workers sat close together and across from me. Kate was recently hired and although we did office chatter together I didn't know anything about her, really. But at least the two of us interacted there and did talk. It looked to me even up until this morning that she didn't know who Pete was. By the arrival of my after-lunch beer Kate was squirming slightly next to him, here in the bowels of the Golden Dragon.

--You are eager to please. Make sure it brings benefit.

--A new friend has some interesting ideas.

--You will attend a party where strange customs prevail.

The last one was mine.

Kate was average to an extreme in her appearance, if that's possible. When she smiled it was pleasant, and I have not yet seen her get angry. I had not yet seen her exhibit much of any drive or emotion at the office. But I figured that was just the office. I was right. Here she was openly squirming about something--something Pete was doing to her under the table, across from me. Neither one of them was moving very much but it was obvious that something was happening. 

The jokes about our fortunes dried up and Kate wondered aloud about another beer, then decided against it. She leaned toward the end of the booth, away from Pete, and excused herself. As she began her walk to the restroom Pete slid out and followed her, blurting out "Nature calls." I was sitting by myself.

I was sitting by myself for more than 10 minutes. It was Kate who returned, alone. She stopped a few feet from the table and turned away from me. She slowly bent over retrieving something from the floor, although there was nothing there. Her short loose skirt began to lift. There it was: even though the thigh highs she wore were a nude shade, the contrast of a pale milky skin crowning the sheer tops was still there, arousing, nearly blinding. As she continued bending, I saw this whiteness of flesh turn to a dark rosiness between her legs and her cheeks behind. No panties. She stood bent over before me like this for a slow thud of a heartbeat. Then she straightened up, smoothed down her skirt and sat next to me. I took a slug of beer like a gasp for air.

"Order me a beer." I called the old waiter over. He kept looking at Kate. Apparently I was not the only one who watched her searching the floor for something. After he left she turned to me and smiled. The pleasantness I was so fond of now had an edge to it. I remained silent, and in doing so I felt I was telling her what I had just seen. I didn't smile back either, and this I felt was my way of telling her that what I had just seen aroused me.

She looked around as the beer was placed before her. "Where's Pete?"

When I shrugged and said he hadn't returned yet she lifted the bottle and took a few good gulps from it before placing it back on the table. Again--a new edge. "Did you enjoy what you saw?"

I was taken back by what she said, but I was also taken in by it. I replied with a mumbled affirmation.

"Was that a yes? I want to see you nod. Did you enjoy watching?"

I lowered and raised my head slowly, catching the intensity of her stare as I looked up. After I was done Kate too nodded a yes to me as she whispered "I enjoyed showing you."

I had no doubt that she did enjoy it. Her slight chest caused motion in the folds of her simple white blouse as she told this to me. She lifted the bottle once more and this time sipped, her lips tight against the bottle, her eyes on me. She licked her lips and sighed.

"But something was missing, right? I'll bet you're the type of man who would have liked to see what I wore under my skirt, and how snug it could be against me. Even in me. No?" I went for broke when I heard this remark.

"I was surprised that you aren't wearing panties, if that's what you mean." Saying the words was like allowing my fingers to begin touching her in many places, repeatedly. " And yes, I think you have found that type of man . . . " And here I stopped to empty that fourth bottle before continuing. "The type of man who wonders what goes on under a table, the type of man who wants a flash of stocking top, and thigh, and panty, the type of man who has found it difficult to express these things before."

The edge on her smile sharpened with each word I spoke. "It's been difficult because you have never known anyone like me before, right?" I had to agree.

"Here." Her hand slid something into my lap and as it did so brushed against my erect cock without any remark. I looked down and saw a bunching of black lace tenting my tent. "I *was* wearing panties until I went to powder my nose. You can imagine what your friend was doing to me under the table, right?" She leaned into me and reduced her low voice to a whisper. "They're all wet. Feel them."

I just stared at her.

"Don't you want to feel them?" She brushed my face with her fingers. I took my own to the fabric.

"Don't you want to taste them? Look at me and taste them. Taste your fingers now." Her hand dropped from my face to my crotch, unzipped my pants and freed my hardon, resting gently upon it. Why did I think she would automatically grab and yank me? She was moving over my cock with only the slightest of pressure. Before I tasted her on my fingers I brought them to my nostrils and Kate let out a little gasp of pleasure to see this. When they went into my mouth she squeezed me once, hard, and her fingertips snaked around while her palm held me tight. The waiter chose this moment to return for my empty bottle. Kate and I didn't even bother acknowledging his presence.

"Kate, maybe we shouldn't be doing--"

"Oh, I'll bet you'd like to feel how nice and silky these can be around your cock. Wouldn't you? Shhh . . . don't speak, just nod."

I'm glad I got that option because I'm not sure I could have spoken right then. Very dry mouth, and I wasn't thinking of calling back the waiter. I nodded, a bit quicker than the last time, and reached for her beer. She intercepted my hand.

"No, no. I need that. You can't have it." She took the nearly-empty bottle and swung it under the table. One of her legs kicked into me as she spread them. I watched the rhythmic little movements her arm was making. When her whole body barely began to move in time with her arm she brought the bottle back to the table. "You know what I was doing under there, don't you?" Her hand now draped the panties over my cock and began pumping. I nodded my yes. I was learning.

The bottle remained on the table. I wanted that taste so badly but couldn't move. I stared at Kate as she jacked me off quickly into her panties. For the minute or so it was happening her smile became wilder and wilder. She directed her eyes to the beer bottle every so often, and immediately afterward to my face and my cock. She spoke, a variant of her previous comments.

"Nod yes just before. Nod yes just before, all right?" She pumped me furiously. You will attend a party where strange customs prevail. Her panties felt cool and soft and damp against my cock. My hips began to move. I looked straight into her eyes and nodded, over and over. She watched me, continued to handle me, did no more.

"What's the matter? What do you want?" I was nearly at climax.

"The beer."

"You want beer? Shall we order another round?" Her fingers separated and ran over my balls, under my balls, into my ass. "Is that what you want? Some beer?" Her fingernails scraped the insides of my thighs on their way back up to squeezing my cock once more. "Tell me what you want."

"I want to taste you." I don't know how I kept my voice at the same whisper level as hers. My words caused her hand to move down again, retracing the route it had just traveled, this time with even more urgency. Kate was probably enjoying this as much as I was. That possibility nearly made me lose it. "I want that bottle in my mouth. You put it inside you. I want it in my mouth when I come."

Her free hand disappeared under the table, deep in her lap. I continued nodding, trying my last-ditch best to hold off. "In your mouth?" Her tone shifted slightly, and I knew better where the shift was taking her when she continued. "Like a cock?"

She lifted the bottle and pointed it toward my lips. I could see fluid coating most of its long neck. I wanted to taste it so badly while she jerked me to climax. "Will you nod for me again?" She shook the bottle from side to side and a drop of something flew off. I nodded, slow and considered.

Kate pressed the bottle between my lips and began moving it in much the same way her hand was moving over my cock. I wondered whether the few other patrons noticed any of this, and if they did would it somehow translate into fun and games of no serious nature, much like how I saw Kate and Pete as they sat together and something set Kate to squirming.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?" I nodded once more as I came, with as little additional movement as possible. 

I continued to suck at the bottle a while as my body wound down, and the taste I savored was lost. Kate faked a sneeze and brought the black "hanky" to her face, leaving something there rather than cleaning up. Just a touch of something, barely visible, except for me who knew where the wisp had been. She placed it in her purse, and I stuck my cock back in my shorts and zipped up my pants. I never did drink the bit of beer that was left in there. Kate picked up the bottle and emptied it herself.

"I'll tell you. I really wasn't sure about you. I have a way of getting men to open up quickly to me though, don't I? I knew you had a touch of the voyeur in you; I could see that just from how you looked at people in the office. As well as I've known Pete I wasn't sure he could pull this off. He is not quite the exhibitionist I am. So for him to finger me in front of you--well, he's a darling, isn't he? But he did get what he wanted, the old peeper."

As she turned toward a couple of tables in the back I followed the movement of her head and I saw Pete. He sat alone in the half-dark, his hands in his lap.

"You know Pete?" I started to think we'd never get back to the office, and I didn't care. I wanted to spend more time with both of them and, besides, my dry mouth needed another beer.

"Yes, but I didn't want you to know that, right away. You understand why now, don't you?"

I nodded one last time and looked again toward those tables. Pete smiled an edgy smile, and nodded back.



Cookies & Beer



Pulling up to the nondescript stoplight, Mathew lets out a frustrated groan inside of his old, crummy sedan. The ancient brakes squeak, forming an interesting duo, along with the driver's groan. The LED array becomes warped in the grubby windshield, raindrops beginning to fall on this cold and damp November evening. The windshield wipers crudely wipe away the rain, frayed from overuse and a lack of funds for replacement.

Mathew slumps in his seat, his thick, shaggy brown hair covering the expanse of the cracked, sun-damaged leather of the car's headrest. His body language is that of a much older gentleman, and definitely not someone of twenty-two years. 

Cigarette smoke streaks out of the small crack in his window. He quickly smokes the cigarette, looking to take the edge off after a long, frustrating day of work at the restaurant. Mathew's eyes drift to the sparsely lit buildings at the university. 

"Group project meeting on Tuesday," he reminds himself.

His tired foot lazily pushes against the accelerator as he rounds the last corner before his apartment complex. Approaching the security coded gate, he leaves his cigarette in his mouth, squinting his eyes to avoid the smoke trying to billow in between his eyelid. 

He punches in the incorrect code, his fingers sliding against the rain-slicked keypad. He grumbles. Finally, he opens the gate and bounces into the drive, jostled by the superfluous placement of speed bumps. 

He exits the car. Mathew is thankful to have an assigned, covered parking spot. He is not thankful, however, for his proximity to the door. 

"Get a second floor apartment, they said," he mutters, trudging up the steps, stubby cigarette surviving the growing rainfall in his left hand. The last couple of puffs are finished just before Mathew's entrance, and the cherry is squeezed off and extinguished by the rain soaked concrete. 

He opens the unlocked door, and finds himself in the warm confines of his living room. Before he can even enter the room, his roommate Jason readies himself for a night out with friends.

"Hey man. Do you want to hit up the bars?" his friend asks, throwing on his coat, and grabbing for his umbrella.

"Nah. No thanks, man. I'm pretty tired," he responds. 

"Alright man. I'll see you later," says Jason. Mathew nods and Jason rushes out into the night.

Mathew's living room sets the tone for the rest of home. Scuffs mar the textured walls, and old dust clings to the abomination that is the cottage cheese ceiling. The well-used sofa points towards the large television, that is located in the corner of the room. Betwixt the two is the coffee table that is negligently cleaned. 

Uncomfortable leather shoes are kicked off into the nearby wall, before resting upon the tiled threshold. His hooded jacket is tossed over the couch. His serving apron, itself needing a wash, is thrown onto the table with his car keys. Trudging into the kitchen, he snags a pop from the fridge and some cold pizza. He brings it back to the coffee table. 

He collapses into the couch, his six-foot body stretching over the whole region of the sofa. His right arm immediately closes around his face, the joint of his elbow molding against his nose and eyes. He peels his socks off of his feet, curling his big toes to take them off with minimal effort. He leaves them at the end of the couch, a behavioral trait his ex girlfriend was not at all fond off. He takes a deep, long breath, reflecting on his day.

After composing himself, Mathew quickly sits up on the couch, wipes the tired out of his eyes, and grabs for his box of leftover pizza, the Brooklyn style slices encased in a greasy cardboard box. He turns on the TV with the nearby control, and settles on the current talk show. The slices are folded, and devoured with minimal effort. After finishing his dinner, he shuts off the television, and tosses away his empty pop can and box.

Realizing that he is alone after a long, dull day, he shuffles his feet towards his bedroom. The tired young man quickly opens his bedroom door, flips on the light, shuts the door closed and plops into his desk chair. His dress shirt is unbuttoned and thrown on the bed behind him, along with his undershirt. Next, Mathew's belt and pants are taken off and kicked off to the side, piled up on the floor.

Reaching down below, he opens the bottom drawer of his desk. Sticking his hand passed the old binders and notebooks, he pulls out his tube of warming lubricant and places it upon the top of the desk. Mathew opens up the laptop, and is greeted by the bright, white screen of his internet browser. A rapid series of keystrokes brings him to his preferred streaming porn site. As the page loads, he quickly discards his boxer briefs. 

Mathew idly strokes his cock as he focuses on the vast selection porn in front of him. Many minutes pass as he searches through his favorite categories, trying to find the perfect video for him on this drab day. Finally, he settles upon a lengthy video, in which an amateur girlfriend gives her man a hand-job, the camera shooting from the boyfriend's perspective. He nods to himself in agreement, and loads up the video. He sighs as he clicks away from the pop up ads that accompany this smut. He maximizes the video to fit his screen. 

He takes the tube of gel into one of hands, and classically places his right hand below the opening. He squeezes a sizable amount into his hand, the smell of the substance surrounding him. He leans back in his seat, poised to spread the substance into his two hands, and then his groin. Disaster strikes. His cell phone rings. 

"God dammit," he curses, his eyes zoning in on his pants. The phone glows through the pocket of his trousers. His ears are tortured by his new ring tone.

"... Ring, ring, ring ... Banana Phone!" croons the lounge music coming from the phone. 

Not wanting to have to make the return phone call, Mathew rises from his chair. His cock hard and bobbing in the air, he pivots his head, looking for something to dispose the lube with. He settles on a dirty tube sock, and leaves it on the ground, slimy and undesirable. Mathew reaches into the pocket and retrieves the phone. He focuses his eyes towards the screen.

"Connie?" he questions, bemused.

Meeting as classmates in their course of Social Psychology, it didn't take long before Constance and Mathew hit it off quite well. Study group outings routinely ventured to the bar, where they discovered similar interests. Still, they hadn't dated, or even visited since the new semester has begun. The phone call on this Friday evening was indeed strange. 

Putting the phone to his ear, he presses the green button. "Hello?" he says, some awkwardness in his voice, understandable, as he stands naked in his room. 

"Hey, Mathew," the chipper, higher pitched voice greets. "How are you doing?" she asks.

"I've had a better day or two," he says, hand running through his hair, leaving a tract of lubricant smeared along his scalp. He grimaces. 

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asks, sensing his discomfort.

"Oh no, no, no" he stammers. His eyes dart to his computer, a moan escaping the lips of the well hung man in the video. He immediately slams the laptop closed, feigning a cough to cover up the sound. 

"I'm free, " he says, injecting a side of sunshine into his voice. "How have you been this semester?" he asks her, finally taking a seat on the edge of his unmade queen size bed. 

Connie takes a deep breath into her mouthpiece. 

"It's been intense!" she exclaims in a very dry tone. "There's really been no stop since August. I've like, been needing to unwind, you know," says Connie, her words bearing more emphasis as she finishes her sentence. 

Mathew's eyes close for a moment, oblivious to any hints that Connie is throwing to the wind. He remembers his rough treading at work. 

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Between...work and school...I think I've seen a couple of gray hairs in the mirror," he fibs, laughing along with Connie. 

After a throaty laugh that draws a smile from Mathew, she responds. "I was wondering, since I'm very bored and I have a free night, if you'd like to come over and hang out?" she asks, pausing for just a moment on the last couple of words. The twenty-two year old looks down at his aching feet before responding. 

"Uhm, yeah sure. I would invite my roommate Jason to come along, but he's already working on his next stint in the drunk tank," he jokes. 

"I was kinda hoping that just you would come over tonight," she responds. 

Mathew's heart begins to thunder in his chest, a bit nervous as to what that request means for him. 

"I'm not really in the frame of mind to deal with your friends, you know? Let's just keep it simple," she finishes. 

"Oh yeah. I get you. So, yeah...do you still live at that place next to the bowling alley?" He asks. 

After a chuckle, Connie answers back. "Yes, I still live at the place next to the bowling alley," she says with some self-deprecation. 

"Heh, okay then. I have to take a shower, so give me about an hour, alright?" he asks. 

"Ooh a shower. You have to wash those rippled abs," she flirtatiously teases. 

"Oh, I wish," he chuckles. "I'll give you a call when I get close, okay?" 

"Oh, alright then. Bye," she playfully pouts. 

They finish the call, and the phone is tossed behind his shoulder and onto the bed.

Already naked, it is a quick trip to the shower for Mathew. Still, he pauses, and looks back at his phone, raising one eyebrow. "Was that a booty call?" The eyebrow lowers, and Mathew, his face a tangled mess of confusion, heads into his bathroom. 

Blue bathrobe already lying upon the sparkling clean, closed toilet, Mathew warms up the water. As he checks the rising temperature of the water, the hot water heater having seen better days, he keeps his arms crossed at his ribcage. His tongue snakes through his lips, dragging through his teeth, his mind deep in thought. Finally, satisfied with the warmth, he steps carefully into the bathtub, and pulls the curtain closed, the mosaic pattern distorted towards the front and back of the curtain rod.

"Has it been so long that the moment I get a call, I get a hard on?" he asks himself as he squeezes some shampoo out of it's bottle. "Seven months is all it takes to get delusional about these types of things?" he questions as his fingers work the shampoo through his scalp. After rinsing, he applies conditioner, combing it through his hair. Looking down, he sees the unkempt hair at his groin. 

A wet arm reaches from the shower curtain, and grabs both his razor and shave gel. "Well, it's better than safe than sorry," he reminds himself as he lathers up his middle. "Okay. There's nothing crazy here. I'm just doing some routine maintenance," he reassures himself. 

Mathew sticks to routine maintenance, indeed. A fresh, tripled bladed razor makes quick work of the hair at the base of his length, the curled hair at his testicles, and hair at even more intimate locations. "Much more reasonable than when I lost my virginity," he says to himself, referencing the embarrassment of when he removed all hair for his first girlfriend. 

Before long, he finishes his shower, and steps out onto a mat next to the toilet. His bathrobe is quickly fastened, the belt tied snuggly around his waist. Looking back at himself in the mirror, he continues to talk to himself. "Look, you're just going to grab some beer, and head over there to hang out. It's nothing more," he tells himself.

After exiting the bathroom, he strides over to his closet, and picks out a plain gray t-shirt. He matches these with a pair of his favorite blue jeans. Thankful that laundry day was yesterday, Mathew completes the ritual of swapping his wallet, keys, and other essentials into his new pants and into the same pockets. His look in the mirror satisfies him once all of his clothes are donned.

He hops down the stairs, galloping two at a time. He throws his hooded jacket over his arms, and snagging his umbrella from the closet, he opens and slams the heavy front door of the apartment. The lock snaps vertically behind him.

Now back outside, his trip back to his car is much more hospitable, raindrops shielded from him. He hops into his car, throws the used umbrella to the passenger side floorboard, and rubs together his pale hands before placing them onto the cold steering wheel. Igniting the engine, he is greeted by a rush of cold air coming from the vents, his heater struggling to get up to speed.

"If I'm shrunken, I can just claim that I was in my car. Brilliant," he snickers. With this, he backs his car up out of his spot, and heads down the road.

He rides in silence at the beginning of his trip, nervously puffing on a cancer stick, his mind clearly racing. His blind spots are checked more often on this ride, as if paranoid that the morality police is about to come out of the sky in their apache helicopters, equipped with monogamy rays. 

"So what if she's actually interested in sex? People have casual sex all of time. Maybe not me. But, people do," he says. 

He pulls into one of the six gas stations placed between him and Connie. It's an older station. The pumps feature many sticker cracks, and old graffiti lining the pump bases, fading by constant washing. He hops out of his car and heads inside, his hand nearly breaking off the old, wobbly handle to the door.

Moving quickly, he picks up a six-pack of beer that is to be enjoyed, and not rapidly consumed. At the checkout, he buys a fresh box of twenty cigarettes, which really, should not be enjoyed by anyone.

He continues his track to Connie's. As he draws nearer, his mind races like an F1 car. His palms go sweaty, and he begins to talk rapidly and mutter to himself like a vagrant at a Chicago subway station. 

"Does she just open the door and I kiss her? Do we talk about politics and then go off to bed together? What if I've forgotten how to fuck? No...no...no! It's like tying your shoes. What if I'm actually not any good and word spreads? What if we have sex and she gets attached? What if I get attached? What if she's actually a murderer who's going to chain me to the bedpost and stab me to death with a corkscrew and then crochet with my intestines?!"

"Why didn't I ask someone about this?" he finishes, squeezing the wheel in his hands. "Stupid! Stupid!" he roars, smacking himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand. He lights up another cigarette, and lets out a deep breath of smoke that flattens and fans out against the windshield.

He makes another phone call as he enters the complex. After receiving the pertinent information from Connie, Mathew drives along the road, counting down the building numbers as he nears. He finds a safe spot, free from the annoyance of tow trucks. Slamming his door shut, he takes a deep breath, regaining his bearings. The umbrella propped over his head, he takes with him his bag of beer. He walks up to the front door of the first floor apartment. 

"I see someone didn't listen to their boyfriend," comments, Mathew. Finally reaching the faded brown door, he takes another deep breath. He knocks lightly, taking note of the clay-potted flowers that sit on both sides of the entryway. Before he can decipher what kind of flowers they are, the door swings open, and there stands Connie.

"Mathew! Come in, come in!" she bursts in excitement. "Let's get that jacket off of you," she says, swinging open the nearby closet door. 

With a smile on his face, Mathew gives the most basic of greetings. "Hey!" he says, his shoulders rising slightly. His coat is quickly hung up in the closet, and his soggy umbrella dangles from the outside doorknob via hand strap. "You look sensational!" he exclaims. Connie's smile cannot be mistaken, her teeth white as fresh porcelain, her clear skin beaming. 

The two officially greet one another with a warm hug, Mathew unable to ignore Connie's breasts pushing against his chest. A nervous twinge shuffles down his back, Connie's tight t-shirt helping to hold back the bra encased bosom. As they relinquish the hug, his fingers glance down her soft sides. At this moment, the familiar smell of baked cookies travel up his nostrils.

"Connie, did you bake for me?" Mathew asks. 

"I did," she admits, her smile fading but still evident, her cheeks probably growing sore. "Let me take that," she says, grabbing the beer from Mathew's hands and quickly taking it to her small kitchen. At this point, Mathew kicks off his shoes, leaving them in the foyer. 

He watches her walk to the kitchen, his eyes roving down the back of her. She stands at nearly a head shorter than he. Her black hair, which flows magnificently down to her lower back, has recently been modified. A deep purple hue that lingers at her tips suits her well. He had never realized how her curves were in all of the right places.

Crossing the living room to join her in the kitchen, he looks over to the television, catching a few seconds of a hot new act that he had never heard before. Leaving the late night television show behind, he enters the kitchen. Connie squats down, looking into the oven, her adorable socks slide momentarily on the worn tile as she uses her equally adorable oven mitt to extract the cookies from the oven. 

Chocolate Chip. A classic. His eyes drift down her exposed lower back, enjoying the womanly curve that trails to her bum. A purple and pink thong peaks out of the top of studded belt supported jeans. Small tingles of excitement stir deep within his scrotum. His eyes divert from the lovely whale tail, and back to the cookies before Connie's mystical hazel eyes can find his light brown eyes. She springs back to her feet, and begins to scoop the perfectly baked cookies with a flexible spatula. 

"Cookies and beer. Mom and Dad would be so proud," she jokes, chuckling as she finishes preparing the plate of gooey cookies. She reaches with her off hand, and pulls two brews out of their box, holding them by the necks between her fingers. "Care to do the honors?" she asks Mathew. 

"Certainly," he replies, popping them open with his keychain bottle opener, collecting the caps with an open hand. They are quickly discarded. The rest of the beer is tossed into the sparsely filled fridge, and they head back to the living room. 

They crash to the couch with a thud, arms mingling together as they fall. The cookies cool on the coffee table, and they both take their first sip of beer. Connie smacks her lips upon swallowing the first taste of the rich beverage. 

"Good call, Mathew. This is a nice change of pace from frat party beer," she applauds. 

"I know, right. It doesn't come in a red plastic cup that has fallen into the grass five times," he jokes. Upon being greeted, Mathew could not help but notice the wonderful aroma of Connie's hair. Now, her hair tossed about and draping down her arm, he notices this once more. His thumb begins to loosen the label at the base of the beer.

They both lean back into the couch, the passed day weighing on them. The weight is so much that two pairs of cottoned covered feet rest up on the table. A moment passes, as commercials for the next show begin to run. 

"It's too bad we don't have any similar classes this semester," comments Mathew, index fingernail probing at the other side of the label. 

"Yeah. But I don't think that like, anything could top Professor Rivers," states Connie, smiling over to Mathew, one of her legs crossing over the other, and bobbing up and down. 

"I always was quite jealous of her sideburns. There's no way I could grow mine so thick," he quips. Connie has to control herself from spitting her beer. Laughing, she gives Mathew a playful punch to the arm. 

"You just had to wait until I was drinking to mention that, didn't you?" she asks, incredulous. 




Cookies & Beer



"I saw my opportunity and took it," he responds. Soon, both beers are finished, and Connie is up to grab a couple more from the refrigerator. 

Mathew swivels his head to watch her take back the empties, his eyes locked on her bum as it sways from side to side. His fingers tap along his thighs as he waits for her return. The two beers open with quickness, and are brought back to the couch. After a quick toss of her hair, she drops down next to Mathew, and hands him his beer.

The cookies cool off and are quickly pounced upon. Mathew and Connie feast on quite a few of them, washing them down with beer. With still half of the batch left on the table, the two go back to the monologue in front of them. 

Blinking rapidly, Connie fights off sleep. She settles on leaning into Mathew. After taking another long inhaling of air, Mathew picks up his arm, allowing Connie to slide gently into his nook.

Mathew relaxes as he feels her against his chest, her soft hand resting against his stomach, every movement of her fingers warming him. His hand lies across her upper arm, enjoying the feel of her soft skin at his fingertips. 

She smiles inwardly to herself, comfortable, and ready to unleash her ulterior motive. She reaches forward and places her beer next to the cookies. Slowly, she turns her face up into his. 

Just inches away, she calmly asks him, "Do you want to have sex?"

Mathew takes just a moment to answer.

"Yes. Yes I would."

With this, Mathew downs the rest of his beer and places it next to Connie's half full beverage. Connie slowly uncurls herself from her new friend with benefits, making sure to slowly arch her back as she rises, giving Mathew an eye full of that delectable view of a woman's ass and hips arching out from her waist. Connie smirks, showing self-satisfied desire for Mathew, as she reaches her feet. Hands against her hips, she leans back, her t-shirt rising and exposing her bare mid drift. 

He leans forward and his hands slide around to her backside. His palms find her bottom, taut behind her jeans. Pulling her closer, he lays a few soft kisses onto her lower abdomen. She hisses, enjoying the delicate sensations. Her hip bones on display; Mathew hooks his neck and delivers a couple of kisses to the sensitive area before he is kittenishly pushed away by Connie. 

"That tickles," she giggles. 

She offers an outstretched hand to Mathew. He takes her hand, and using the couch as leverage, climbs to his feet. The front door securely locked, they move into her bedroom, the door closing behind them. 

Dim light from the connected bathroom is all the illuminates the room. Mathew and Connie are attached to each other like two teenagers after prom. Mouths and tongues mingle briskly, and the two's muffled moans proliferate throughout the room. 

With a playful growl, the raven-haired young woman pushes Mathew back against the door. His back slams into the wood, and a huff of air escapes from his mouth. Taking her face in his hands, cradling her jaw with both of his palms, he into her, taking in her vanilla flavored lip-gloss. 

Her hands are busy along his back. Connie's nails rake down his sides, and sneak in under the hem of his shirt. Her fingers roughly massage his lower back, scratching across his moist flesh, leaving thin red trails along the curve of his spine. 

She pulls away from Mathew's hungry, desperate lips, and begins to lift his shirt away. He obliges, lifting his arms for her. His naked torso comes into view and his shirt is discarded to the floor. Her hands rub his humble chest and stomach. Excitedly, she looks up into his eyes. 

"Not bad, Mathew."

Their mouths meet again. This time Mathew uses more force, pushing Connie passed the nearby dresser. A few old receipts and loose change slide off of the top, as her hand swipes across for balance. Now next to the side of Connie's queen sized bed, lustful hands continue to roam. Connie works her fingers down to Mathew's groin, and lightly grasps his member through his jeans. 

"Definitely not bad, Mathew!" she says excitedly, feeding his ego. 

His belt is quickly unfastened, and zipper undone. His pants are pulled off and kicked to the floor. Connie drinks in Mathew's body, from his wide shoulders down to his toes, her eyes lingering upon his package, framed nicely within his gray cotton boxer briefs. Teased earlier on in the evening, a fresh bead of pre-cum stains the fabric.

"I think it's time for me to get a bit more comfy. Don't ya think?" she rhetorically asks Mathew, gently pushing him down to the bed. 

He sits, looking up to her with longing eyes. Resting on his elbows with his legs opened comfortably, he makes no effort to conceal his confined arousal. His socks are peeled off and left on the floor. 

Above him, Connie begins to disrobe, her close-fitting t-shirt first to go. She crosses both arms at her waist and brings the garment up and over her head, milky white breasts trapped inside of her solid purple satin square cupped bra. This view is quickly shrouded, as her hair majestically falls down over her chest. Connie teases Mathew with her bra, unfastening it, with one arm holding up both cups. 

"Please let me see your breasts," Mathew begs, coming off of his elbows and now learning forward. 

"Oh, okay," she giggles, and pulls the bra away from herself. Her arms fall flat to her sides as she seductively tosses her hair behind her shoulders.

The subdued light shines against her bosom; perfectly capturing her pink, erect nipples, rising above her areolas. They sit divinely on her chest, young and heavy. Mathew instinctually grabs for these quintessential breasts, only to have his hands brushed away. 

"I'm not done yet," she pokes at him. 

She turns around, her head turning over her shoulder. Connie nibbles her bottom lip, watching for Mathew's enthusiastic reaction. What she can't see in his face, she can make out by the large shadow across the fabric of his cotton underwear. 

She backs up a couple of steps, clearly confident around Mathew. His eyes open wider as he hears the dull clang of her belt unfastening. A breathless moan escapes his lips in anticipation.

Connie bends over at the waist, her hair cascading down towards the floor. She slowly works her jeans off, the pants dragging along her cheeks, allowing more and more of her glorious bottom to come into Mathew's view. Her creamy cheeks slowly spill out. She kicks pants away, but stays bent over, palms now up against the wall. 

"Your ass is...beautiful," claims Mathews, his left hand loosely massaging his rod. 

"And the panties, Mathew? I picked them out just for you," she teases him. She sways her hips wiggling her bum in his face. Her round ass is parted by the strip of her pink and purple thong, the colors swirled wildly at the top of the smooth fabric. 

"They're nice. But an obstacle," he comments.

"Oh? Maybe you should take them off for me." she says, her grin warming the room. She turns her hands back towards the wall. 

Mathew does not respond with words. He leans forward, and first runs his cheek along the smooth surface. Connie coos at his touch, the stubble tickling her backside. She gasps as Mathew sinks his teeth into her flesh, leaving a minor bite mark on her left cheek. 

"Mathew!" she chides him playfully, her cunt tingling with fresh arousal. 

He smiles from behind her and his eyes look upon hers. Her face turned back towards his, she is impressed as he takes the waistband of her panties between his teeth and slowly drags it off of her hips and down her legs. The insignificant crotch peals off of her damp sex. Her smell filters into the room, drawing an enthusiastic moan from her keen friend. 

His hands take over the brunt of the work and remove her thong from her legs and ankles. Connie stays against the wall, her back arched, and her rounded ass pointed out towards Mathew. 

"Can you see how wet I am for you, right now?" she asks him. A broad stroke of his hand into Connie's ass leaves a nice red handprint, and a smacking sound that echoes throughout the room. "Ooh...Mathew...please eat my pussy!" she begs. 

His right arm reaches around her hip, and grasps onto her left ass cheek. He pulls her open, and his eyes feast upon her steamy cunt. Connie teems with moisture, heat radiating from her. She bucks her hips back into Mathew's face. He holds her still and leans into her hot center, noting the clean smell of body wash from a recent shower. 

His tongue makes first contact with her cunt, trailing up her pussy lips, and stopping just short of her tight rosebud. 

"How do I taste?" she asks him, in between moans. 

Pulling his head back for a moment, he responds by saying, "You taste and smell so amazing, Connie. And I can't believe I hadn't really thought about this...side of you," he reports before diving back in.

She snickers before she whimpers, as Mathew's fat tongue traces the details of her labia. His left hand sneaks inside of his boxer briefs, and strokes along the length of his member, the engorged head rubbing against the leg of the garment. 

Connie closes her eyes and grits her teeth, Mathew now firmly attached to her exposed clit. He molds his mouth in the shape of an "o", with his tongue, while firmly inside his mouth, peaks out of the hole, the middle part of his tongue lining up with the middle of his nostrils. 

"Oh, God. That's amazing, Mathew!" she sighs with ecstasy.

The stimulated young man drops off the bed and to his knees. He moans into her soft pink flesh with a positive response to Connie. Matthew tilts his head to the right, allowing his left hand to enter the vicinity. Two fingers from his hand wet themselves across her sticky labia. She expedites this process, raising her right leg, fanning it out, and placing it atop her dresser. With more room to work in these cramped quarters, Mathew inserts the fingers into her tight hole.

He points his pads towards the spongy button just inside of her tunnel. Rhythmically, he curls his fingers into that special spot, slowly pressing. His tongue lavishes her clit with attention. Above him, Connie looks down at her contorted friend, her long mane obscuring her vision. A few stray strands cling to the few droplets of sweat that have formed on her forehead.

"Where did you learn this?!" she gasps, one of her hands leaving the wall to tweak and roll a swollen nipple. 

Mathew moans an unrecognizable response, too focused to leave for just a moment. His fingers begin to pump as they prod. His face contorts with a smile, tasting another wave of arousal, heightening the flavor he craves. The digits start to move faster inside her. Her legs begin to quake.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she shrieks. 

Mathew's thrusts intensify. Connie's silky juices squish around in his fingers as he pummels her tightening hole. His nose bends off the side, fighting the storm of her bucking hips. Her cunt tightens around his hooking and pumping fingers. Connie's usually pale skin flushes, especially at her upper chest. Her teeth gritting, and her forehead veins popping, she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

"Oh Gawd!" she squeals, sucking in air in rapid bursts, her stomach tense. With a guttural moan, she lets go. Mathew murmurs around her engorged clit, and his fingers are shoved from her hole. 

She wails, letting go, her legs spasming, knees bending and straightening. A torrent of girl cum squirts out from her cunt. Mathew arches his back as he is covered in her orgasmic juices. The whole wave of cum fires over his shoulder and down his back, dampening the waistband of his boxer briefs. 

Connie, beet red, and covered with a fine layer of sweat, collapses to her hands and knees. Mathew backs up, left with a perfect view of her cunt, as it still spasms, juices trickling out to the carpet. 

Connie looks back to her rear as if something is broken. "That's never happened before..." she sighs, breasts rising and falling into the carpet with each labored breath. "I didn't pee on you did I?" she asks with concern.

Mathew hops to his feet, and slowly helps Connie from the floor. Her weak knees struggle to keep up the rest of her fatigued body. His hands hug around her midsection, and he leans in close. The mass of his hardness finds a crevice to hide, wedged in her ass crack. 

"That definitely wasn't pee. That was beautiful," he whispers into her ear before taking a studded lobe into his mouth. A blissful smile appears on Connie's face. She leans her head to the side, exposing her neck. Her friend licks, nibbles and sucks on the tender nape of her neck. 

Mathew gently pulls the two of them into the bed, the box spring cheeping with their combined weight. They lie down the length of the bed, Connie on top of Mathew, still connected as they were a moment earlier. His hand coolly runs up and down her stomach, before settling upon her breasts. Connie moans with content as Mathew kneads and gropes the fleshy globes, his hips slowly gyrating into her lower back. He makes fists in her breasts, losing his fingers in her tit flesh. 

"Would you believe this is my first time?" he asks her before tugging on her ear's cartilage with his front teeth.

"What?? You're a virgin?!" she asks, dumbfounded, her eyes narrowing in thought.

"No, no...this is my first booty call," he reassures her.

"Thank God. Thank God," she whispers to only herself before responding, "Oh, of course. You're like a fish to water," she says, turning her head back and capturing his lips in hers.

Her arms reach behind and grab the elastic band of his underwear, and she begins to slide them off. Mathew lifts up his hips, and the two collapse back to the mattress. Her hand reaches back, and finally takes his cock in her fingers. 

"Yes," he hisses, his cockhead sticky with precum. His testicles hang low towards the mattress, dense with leashed semen. He moans into her neck as she softly strokes his length.

"Is all of this for me?" she teases him, squeezing her first around the base, veins tensing up the shaft, the head turning a deep-rooted purple. His circumcised member easily fills her hand.

"I've never been harder," he groans. "Please let me fuck you," he begs, pumping his hips into her soft hand. Her thumb massages the tip, bringing a quiver from Mathew, his toes curling, and hamstrings tensing. 

Connie chews her lip for a moment, squeezing his shaft. With an exhale of breath she urges him, "Reach over into that drawer of and grab a condom," as she nods to the nightstand. 

Stretching his arm to it's maximum, his flips the drawer open and fishes inside. He finds a loose condom, and quickly hands it to Connie. 

His fingers collect and gather her protracted hair, keeping it out of her eyes as she checks the expiration time on the condom. Mathew's fingers dance through her silky hair, enjoying the texture. 

"Ribbed for my pleasure," she jokes as the wrapper tears open, music to her friend's ears. She moves back, sitting on Matthew's lower abdomen.

Taking the red, pre-lubricated condom in between her thumb and index finger she places the ring at the tip of his bulbous head, and then slowly begins to roll it down the shaft. She cradles his soft nut sack in her off hand as the prophylactic unrolls down his length. 

"Freshly shaven?" she smiles.

"I could've done with a sprucing, regardless," he says, finishing with a soft moan as Connie's hand meets the bottom of his shaft. His hips arch up, and the condom is then made secure and prepared for coitus. 

Connie scurries up the bed, her hands holding onto each pillow for support, as she places her tight hole over the tip of his throbbing cock. One hand now resting against his chest, feeling Matthew's heart pounding eagerly, the other holds his meaty fuck stick at her entrance. She slowly sinks onto his cock, his ridge parting past her labia and deep into her heat. Both of them let out satisfied moans as they connect.

"Even with a condom, you feel so amazing," he tributes her, his cock piercing her all the way to the rear of her passage, his scrotum scorched by the heat from her labia.

"You feel so good inside of me," she moans, biting her lip and closing her eyes. Her arms move to either side of him, her hands bracing against the soft, freshly laundered sheets of the bed. 

Connie begins to fuck him, rolling her hips against his member, having it explore every centimeter of her steaming sex. His hands attach to her waist, guiding her as she fills herself, his cockhead bumping against her cervix on occasional strokes.

"Please lean forward. I want to see that sexy ass bounce on me," he requests, his fingers digging into her soft sides. 

Connie isn't one to disappoint, twinkling back at him, before leaving his hands and leaning forward. Mathew opens his legs and Connie's legs drape over his. She grasps onto shins and arches her back. His hands go behind his head and she gives him a matchless view of her bum jiggling around his cock.

"You really love this ass don't you?" she asks him, knowledgeable to his potential response, which is only a grunt, her hips suddenly gyrating faster. Connie moans back at him, feeling his organ pump into her tight slick flesh.

The bed creaks from stress as Mathew's cock enters and exits with a blur. Back on his elbows, his right hand comes down across a cheek with a loud crack. 

"Do it again!" she screams. 

Another hand comes down onto her backside. He swipes with alternating angles, labeling both cheeks with his palm prints. This just spurs Connie on with more ferocity, as she uses her whole body to take as much of his cock into her at one time as possible. 

Wet fucking noises course throughout the sex-scented room. Mathew worries now, the beginnings of an orgasm ready to overtake him, his testicles tightening. 

"Connie. Wait. I'm going to cum. Stop," he pleads, not wanting this to end. He smacks his lips in frustration, damning his lack of endurance through under use.

"It's okay, it's okay," she convinces him. She stops her movements and crawls back to her original position. 

Taking Mathew completely off guard as she slowly spins around on his cock, facing back towards him. Her mane of hair dances over her shoulder as she turns.

"I just want to watch you cum inside of my cunt," she tells him with an eager gleam in her eyes. 

He can't help but smile at this young woman above him, her bountiful breasts cloaked by her spilling locks. At the top, her hair clings to her fresh, sweaty forehead. Her whole body is once again glistening. 

She squats over him, and places her hands upon her legs. Mathew's bulging cockhead is the only part of him still inside of her cunt, muscles gripping around him with contraction of her stomach muscles.

"I want you fuck me as hard as you can," she petitions him.

"I can't wait to cum inside of you," he replies, and both of his hands roughly take her bum into his hand. Digging his heels into the mattress, he gets leverage. Matthew begins to slowly piston himself inside of her, juices leaking down his cock and collecting on his now soggy testicles. 

Mathew initiates himself, gaining comfort with his position. He speeds up his thrusts, Connie's tits jiggling in front of his face. He catches an erect nipple in his teeth and holds on, the tit flesh jiggling around his mouth with greater velocity as his cock thrusts rapidly into her hole. 

"Oh my fucking God!" she croaks feeling the deep pain in her belly, his cock nudging against her cervix.

Before long, Mathew feels the incessant build of his orgasm, a tingle in his balls spreading to warmth throughout his loins. Tensing, his thrusts slow and just become deep, forceful thrusts. He cries out in it release, plowing his meat as far as it will go. 

"Fuck," he wheezes, as his testicle churn, and shoot copious ropes of cum into his condom. His fingernails dig into Connie, leaving discernable scratches along her ass. 




Cookies & Beer



She bends over and lies into him as he shoots inside of her, reveling in how his cock pulses and throbs with each volley of restrained semen. "Fill my cunt with your rich seed," she fantasizes, her thin fingers tracing around his nipples. 

Mercifully, Mathew's orgasm comes to a graceful end, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of Connie. His hands drift northward and rest along her lower back. 

The two lie together for just a moment, catching their breath. Connie leans over and tenderly kisses Mathew on his open mouth. He returns the kiss in kind. 

She slides off of Mathew and takes a hold of his slowly deflating cock. She studies the condom, the reservoir bulging with Mathew's semen. 

"You had a lot saved up, Mathew," she says, lightly squeezing the bubble.

"Yeah," he says plainly. "Is there a waste basket in your bathroom?" he asks her. 

"Yup. Just wrap it in toilet paper please," she requests, as she falls back to the bed. 

Mathew climbs to his feet. His body bounces with each step, as if he had been in the world's worst elevator for ten minutes. 

About a half an hour later, after both had showered and put on some level of clothing, they lie in bed. Mathew's breath smells of mouthwash and cigarettes, having had a triumphant smoke on the covered patio just minutes prior.

"So, it's okay to sleep over on one of these things?" he asks playfully, putting his arms behind his head, comforter up to his armpits. 

"Yes! It's okay to sleep over!" she laughs, jumping back into his nook. "Goodnight," she says, sugared into his ear.

After only a few minutes, the pair falls asleep. 

The rain comes to a halt in the early morning hours. By daybreak, the sky has cleared, and sunlight starts to strain into through the window. Mathew had slept soundly through the night, but now begins to awaken, a tickling emanating from his inner thighs. 

His foot kicks out in response. The tickling is relaxed by a massage. This rubbing runs back and forth, up and down his inner thighs, each time getting closer, and closer to his groin.

He moans, sleepiness starting to fade away. He recognizes those massaging tools as hands. These soft, compact hands reach his crotch. The active fingers and thumbs hold at his heavy testicles, massaging them, and rolling them around his sack. His cock, well used only hours prior, springs to life, pulsing as it rises in his stretching cotton boxer briefs. Those skilful hands wrap around his member, pumping it slowly. One hand works with the next, holding it like a club and slapping it into the other hand.

For a moment, as his eyes begin to flicker, and another groan escapes his lips, the hands move outside of his shorts. His fly pulled to one side, he feels his cock escaping into the cool air of the room. 

Well-manicured fingernails scratch against the crown of his proud erection. Finally, he opens his eyes, finding a giddy Connie kneeling between his legs, her shoulders low and her bum perched behind her. Her loose sleep shirt rolls up, exposing her soft lower back. Her miniscule sleeping shorts detail the contours of the ass that Mathew now enjoys most.

"Good morning," he greets, shirtless, his knuckles rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Good morning. I thought that I would repay the favor from last night," she mentions. With this, she closes her eyes and trails her soft tongue on the underside of his head, taking a moment to sharpen it and tease with well-aimed licks across his frenulum. 

Mathew curls his toes in excitement and straightens them quickly. "Don't let me stop you, " he says, propping a second pillow behind his head, allowing him to look down at her with ease. 

Flattening her tongue against him, she sways her tongue from side to side, looking up into his sleepy eyes. Gathering saliva in the back of mouth, she pauses, before sinking her supple lips over the head.

Bringing her mouth back off of his member, she leaves a silky layer of saliva over the top of his cock. Her other hand slides up, and starts to quickly and gently stroke the saliva into his glans. His legs involuntary twitch, his knees rubbing against hers. She giggles, watching him squirm so delightfully.

"Don't worry. I'll stop teasing you. Maybe," she jokes. Connie drops her head back, and begins to suck with intensity. She starts slowly at first, timing her strokes with her sucklings. Her free hand reaches to the fly and tugs hard, fishing Mathew's balls out of his briefs. One hand now rolls his sensitive, robin egg sized balls, as the other also complements her hungry mouth.

Her endless black hair drapes in front of her, tickling Mathew's thighs and stomach. More importantly, it blocks his gaze. He gently takes the expanse of her hair in his right hand, and holds it off to the side. She pushes back his erection, pressing it to his stomach. 

She rolls the pads of her fingers over the top of his shaft as she ducks below, noisily taking his dangling testicles into her mouth. Connie sucks and then spits out his balls, leaving them slick and satisfied. She leers up into Mathew's closed eyes, smiling through his gonads.

"You didn't want to repay the favor. You just wanted to show off," he chortles through ragged breaths. 

"Maybe," she says. Pointing his tool back towards her mouth, she dives back down, sucking faster on his fuckstick. Connie leaves all of her saliva on his cock. Trails drip down to her busy hand, giving her the lubrication to stroke Mathew with endless, hard, and quick strokes. She bobs her head up and down, diving deeper and deeper onto his cock, moaning with pleasure each time the tip strikes her throat. Mathew's sloppy balls wave up and down into the gray cotton.

"My God, that's good. You're going to make me cum," he groans, a hotness forming between his testicles. The warmth begins to overtake him, and his hands grip her silky hair tighter. 

After she responds to his statement with a moan and increased vigor, her grip becomes a blur, and her mouth now sucking the crown of his organ. Connie milks him for his seed, slithering her tongue around his thick flesh. Her wrist pumps her fist along his slick rod.

He leans his head back, air whistling through his gritted teeth. His ass cheeks flex against the mattress, raising his body off of the bed. Connie stares up at him through determined eyes, awaiting his pearly cum. 

He whimpers and croaks, as semen bubbles up his shaft, and floods into Connie's waiting mouth. She shuts her eyes, focusing on the taste of his mild semen. She swallows as much as she can, pleasantly surprised with his taste. A few spurts of his cum catch her off guard, and leaks out, coating the corners of her mouth. 

His orgasm subsides, and he falls back in the bed. His heart pounds quickly, finally slowing down after a few deep, swift breaths. Connie, meanwhile, hops back to her feet, and heads towards the bathroom.

"Thank you," she says, shutting the bathroom door behind her. Mathew, meanwhile, works to regain his breath after starting his day in the best of ways. He looks over to the clock, and sees that it is already ten in the morning. He looks around the room, trying to remember where the rest of his clothes are located, not caring to pick them up the night before.

Many minutes later, Mathew stands in the living room with Connie, readying their goodbyes. Connie remains undressed and ready to spend a day of resting and study. Mathew readies himself for another night at the restaurant, along with a long bar story from his roommate.

"So, would you like to do this again?" she asks him, one hand pressed against the arm of the couch, and the other on her hip.

"Wait?! You mean like...date?" he asks, confused once more.

"Oh no, no, no! Just...have fun again? I think we both know we don't have time for a relationship," she adamantly states.

"I have to agree. But I like this new thing. This whole sex thing without commitment could work for me right now," he says, cutting the air with his hand as he verbalizes his response. The two agree with an exchange of nods. Mathew rocks on his heels, and then to the balls of his feet. "Anyhow, I really should be going. I'll talk to ya later?" he asks.

"Sure," she says through happy eyes. They both lean in, and deliver a peck to the lips. Mathew grabs his umbrella, opens the door, and leaves Connie. Happily, she leaps onto the couch and grabs a cookie, thrown into the fridge after their fun the night before.

Outside, an extra spring can be found in Mathew's step. As he reaches his car, he realizes that no matter what else happens, it's been a good day. 



Cookies & Cream



A few weeks ago, one of the local girls came around to sell me GS cookies. Since I do love those cookies, I made a good sized order. The little scout was cute, in her forest green uniform, and her innocence made me smile. When I placed the order, (about 10 boxes) I asked her how long before she'd deliver them, and would she be able to bring them all since the order was so big.

She mentioned that when people order a large amount of cookies, her mom helps her deliver them, so I wasn't particularly worried.

While I was spending some time cleaning up the house on a Saturday afternoon, I got a quick cell phone call from the mother of that little girl scout. She was delivering the big orders, and mine was the final order she had. She asked if now was a good time, and I told her anytime this afternoon would be good.

About an hour later the doorbell rang, and I went to open the door. I was stunned by what I saw. First, she was very pretty. Mid 30s, blonde and blue, with a gleam in her eyes that made me suspect that there was mischief behind the pretty face sometimes. That wasn't my only surprise though. Much to my surprise, this lovely creature was wearing a Girl Scout uniform, complete with the sensible shoes. Needless to say I had never seen a Girl Scout uniform filled out in quite that way. I could only imagine what was underneath the prim and proper uniform.

I invited her inside, and asked her if she wanted something to drink. She looked a little frazzled, and I wanted her to relax a bit. While we were chatting about nothing in particular, I noticed that she was subtly checking me out. I'm not anyone's idea of the perfect male specimen, but I don't scare anyone away.

As we talked, I couldn't help but comment on her uniform.

"I have to say I like the way you fit into that uniform. It puts all kinds of questions in my head."

"Questions? What kind of questions?" she said as the twinkle in her eyes got more intense. "Ask me. I might even tell you, or possibly show you. You never know now, do you?"

"Well," I said, "What does a good Girl Scout wear under her uniform?"

As I watched, she smiled and stood in front of me. She smiled and started undoing her buttons, one by one. This lovely creature was going to slowly reveal what she had under that uniform. I could hardly take my eyes off the fabric as it slowly parted and buttons came loose. When she got about 5 or 6 buttons undone, she stepped close in front of me and told me to look for myself. Inside was a very sensible cotton bra, nicely filled with firm breasts, and the nipples starting to become hard. I could already tell that she was aroused. Her breathing was getting shallow, and as I touched her she trembled now and then. I reached behind her and undid her bra, and she slipped out of it without too much trouble, even while keeping her dress on. I caressed her breasts, and teased her nipples until they were as hard as they could be. I took both of them in each hand and looked into her eyes.

"Have you been a naughty Girl Scout?" I asked.

"No, I have been very good," she almost whispered.

"But you want very much to be naughty now, don't you? I asked, looking into her blue eyes.

"Oh please!" she begged. "I very much want to be naughty. I hate having to be so proper for the girls all the time. Please make me do naughty things"

I smiled at her and thought for a minute. While I was thinking, she looked at me with such longing that I had a pretty good idea of what she needed.

"OK, first I'd like you to stand here in front of me with your back to me." She meekly turned around, and I ran my hands around her ribs, cupped her breasts and teased them some more. I then ran my hands down her hips to her legs. I hadn't noticed, but her uniform was complete with knee socks. I ran my hands up her legs and under her dress. What I found there were a plain pair of white cotton panties, which I slowly removed, sliding them slowly off her hips and ass, and down her legs. When I got to the floor with her panties, she stepped out of them. I tucked them into my pocket. I had noticed that they were very damp and knew that was what I was going to investigate next. I brought her over to the couch and stood her in front of me, facing me this time.

"Now, I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do. Girl Scouts are obedient, aren't they?" She nodded at me and smiled. "I want you to reach to the hem of your dress and slowly pull it up around your waist. Keep your feet apart while you do this."

I wanted the strip tease to continue, and I wasn't disappointed. She grabbed her dress, and teased it up her legs and hips, one side, then the other. She even dropped it back a little when it got pretty high. Finally I saw all of her. She was shaved clean. A very naughty Girl Scout indeed. But I could tell she was very horny by this time. The thought of her performing this naughty little tease was making her crazy with lust. Her lips were already wet with her juices, and I could see the tip of her clit peeking out between her bare lips.

I reached over and ran my fingers through the wetness, and looked up at her face as I tasted her. I then held one finger out for her to watch, and I used it to part her lips and slide inside her. I teased the inside of her vagina, and then angled it so I could slide it in as deep as it would go. When I did that, she went up onto her toes with a gasp and a shudder, but her juices flowed even more, coating my hand. I slid my finger out, and on the way I used it and my thumb to roll her clit around until she almost came.

I let her down then, helping her to her knees in front of me. I tipped her head up to look at me and told her that I would like the best blow job she could give. She nodded eagerly and pulled down my pants. She took my cock out and started by licking it from base to head. After covering it with her tongue, she came up on her knees a bit and slid the entire length into her mouth. I knew that she had done this part of our little game before. It was incredible, and the sight of this Girl Scout leader in uniform, complete with the little beret was very arousing for me. Her technique was about to send me over the edge, so I told her to stop for now and stand back up.

I turned her around then, with her back to me and told her to bend over and put her hands on the coffee table.

I lifted her dress back up over her hips, and ran my hands all over her nice ass. Her legs were shaking, and she was actually dripping with anticipation. I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up behind her and slid my cock into her. It was incredibly tight, and very slippery. When I drove into her, she arched her back and pushed her ass back towards me. Each time I slid inside, she grunted with the force of my thrust, and before either of us knew it, her pussy started to contract around me, and we both had a huge orgasm.

I held her there for a moment, then helped her stand and collect herself. She buttoned up and slid her skirt into place, and turned to me and kissed me for the first time. It was long and soft, and then she picked up her bag and left.

Ten minutes later the phone rang, and it was her. "I forgot to give you your cookies, didn't I?"

laughed and said, "I guess you'll have to come back and make the actual delivery in the next few days."

"Oh please yes," she said, "I'll call you soon when I can't stand all this propriety. I need to be naughty more often." And I heard the smile in her voice as she hung up.



Cookies and Cream



I've never had a black man yet alone two. But I'm always willing to try something new. And so it happened. I had my two black men.

Let me tell you about it.

There I was at some club in Soho with my so-called friends. It was a quiet Wednesday night and not much had happened. I'd spotted a couple of cute black guys at the bar but they wanted to leave. The music was crap and there weren't enough good-looking men for them. So they left and I stayed.

Lowering my top a bit, I coolly walked up to the bar and put myself in the middle of them. The tall one seemed a little annoyed at this.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing?" came the deep American voice.

"Just having a drink. One double baileys please." I called out to the bartender.

"Just leave her man!" Said the other, a smaller and much younger guy.

"I'm sorry," the tall one apologized, "we weren't expecting anyone else."

"My name is Rob and this here is my brother Zach; but all our friends call us Cookies and Cream!" The younger one said.

"Let me get this." Cream offered.

So we spent the night talking about London and life in general. They were fun, friendly and very gentlemanly. We ended up getting very drunk indeed. The wonders of Tequila, eh?

After pulling them both, we went back to my flat in the Docklands for an aperitif or two. The fun was about to begin.

As I lay naked on my bed, tossing my raven coloured curls, the music began. After stripping and kissing them both, I had the pleasure of downing Cream's cock first. Long, thick and very dark, it resembled half a cucumber dipped in dark chocolate. It was complemented by these thick tomato sized, balls. As I sucked it to and fro, I could hear a deep moan in the background which was getting louder and louder. Moaning loudly, he came, coating my mouth and throat with his thick white cum.

I smiled lustfully as I held Cookies cock in my hands. Although he was five years younger than his brother, Cookies was far better endowed. His enormous cock resembled a large very thick aubergine that again, was the colour of dark chocolate. He had these large and heavy moon shaped balls. I had difficulty sucking it. It was so big. As he knelt, I thrust its large head into my mouth, going back and forth like a hummingbird does when feeding for nectar. Cookies, was relatively quiet in comparison to his brother. As it slowly swelled with very thrust, he finally came in my mouth, coating it with a river of thick cum.

As Cookies and Cream lay down next to me on the bed, I could feel their tongues licking my erect nipples. God that felt good. As they each held one of my breasts, I could feel my pussy getting moist at the pleasure that I was experiencing. Finally after experiencing several strokes of their long tongues on my breasts, I came. 

It was time for a different kind of pleasure.

I could feel two pairs of hands open up my pussy lips. I was so horny at what was going to happen next. Cookies put one of his long, soft fingers inside my pussy and started to thrust to and fro, starting slowly at first. Whilst he did this, Cream worked on my clitoris, rubbing it to and fro. It was an amazing partnership. As they worked away, I groaned in pleasure. I could feel my pussy slowly swelling. I quivered once then again as the motion of the guys went faster. As each hand rubbed or thrust faster and faster, the hornier I became. I could soon take no more.

"I'm cumming." I screamed in pleasure, before coating their hands in a pool of my cum.

Panting heavily, we took a break before the main course.

As Cookies entered my pussy, I had Creams' cock in my mouth. As I lapped away, I could feel Cookies heavy balls slapping my buttocks with every thrust. I groaned with deep lust. Sucking to and fro, it wouldn't be too long before they both came in me. I could feel Creams' cock swelling heavily in mouth and Cookies head was swollen as well. 

All three of us finally came, in an orgy of wails, screams and cum. Cream let go, coating my face and mouth in cum, as did Cookies who flooded my large chest and face with his river of cum. I was the last to cum, my pussy erupting like a dormant volcano, spewing my thick white goo over the guys.

Lastly it was the time for Cream to enter my pussy.

As Cookies thrust his large cock in my mouth, I could feel Creams' cock ebbing to and fro in my pussy. I could feel my pussy getting moister and moister with every move. It was so good. As it started to swell, I could hear his growls getting louder. Cookies, was silent as ever, as my tongue licked and sucked his cock. Finally we all came together.

Creams' loud lion like growl coincided with his brothers' orgasm and the two of them flooded my mouth and chest with their thick torrent of cum. My pussy finally exploded and as I screamed in pleasure, shot cum all over their faces.

We all sat panting. 

I kept in touch with Cookies and Cream, so whenever I'm hungry and they're in town...



Cookies Please!



Paul and Barbara Blake were in their late thirties, and had been married for just over eight years. Although the Blakes were usually very active and constantly on the go, today they planned on spending a quiet Saturday at home. Rising late, the young couple showered, and since the morning was almost over, they skipped breakfast. The only task they had given themselves today was to wash and wax the car. Barb put on a T-shirt and terry cloth shorts, while Paul wore only shorts. Neither one wore anything on their feet, or any underwear. Although normally very playful, Barb and Paul agreed not to soak each other today, since they did not want to have to change clothes before they relaxed with their old movies. 

When they finished washing the car Paul and Barb went back into the house and fixed a light meal. After lunch the pair cuddled on the couch to watch old movies on television. While the couple watched the flickering images on the screen, Paul's hand idly caressed Barb's warm soft breast. Barb sighed with contentment enjoying her husband's gentle touch. 

Half way through their favorite John Wayne movie the couple was interrupted by a gentle tapping at the front door. With a deep sigh Paul got up to answer the door, "I wonder who that can be?" he said with a frown.

"I don't know honey," Barb responded, "but I suppose we should find out."

A deeply annoyed Paul opened the door to find their neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter. She was dressed in a Blue skirt and white blouse, and carrying an order pad. 

"Hi Mr. B.," Mary Ann greeted him cheerily, "would you like to order some School Cookies?"

"Hello Mary Ann," he returned easily. The young girl's bright, pretty face, and sweet, innocent, bubbly personality had instantly dissipated his annoyance. 

"Who is it Darling?" Barb called from the living room.

"It's Mary Ann, Sweetheart," Paul replied, "she's selling cookies."

"Ooo, I love Cookies," Barb gushed, "have her come in please." 

Not only did Barb love Cookies, but she was very fond of the pretty teen who was selling them. Mary Ann been a frequent, and very welcome visitor to the Blake home since the young couple had moved in almost five years ago. In fact, Mary Ann often referred to the Blakes as her second set of parents. 

"Hi honey," Barb smiled at her young visitor, "is it that time already? I just love Cookies."

Before Mary Ann could answer Barb's question, the ringing of the telephone interrupted them. 

"Hello," Barb said into the instrument, "oh hi Dorothy," it was Mary Ann's mother on the line, "yes she's here. Would you like to talk to her? No? Okay, what can I do for you? Of course she can spend the night. Should we bring her over to get some things? No? Oh yes I have several things that she could wear. No problem, just give us a call tomorrow when you get back."

Barb hung up the phone and smiled at her young guest, "As I'm sure you heard, that was your mom. Your folks were called away on an emergency. She said not to worry, that they had to leave right away, and that they would call you later with all of the details. Anyway, they wanted to know if it was all right for you to spend the night with us. Of course, I said okay. Dorothy also said that you have a key, and if there is anything that you need you should go get it."

"Cool," Mary Ann replied, "I haven't slept over in forever." Mary Ann was genuinely looking forward to he sleep over. Every time she did so, she was able to listen to the Blakes making love. In fact, the last several times she eavesdropped on her friends' sex life, Mary Ann imagined that it was her pussy that Paul was licking or fucking, her mouth that was being filled with his cock. Every time she slept over since turning twelve Mary Ann had gotten so hot, so turned on while listening to Barb and Paul having sex that she had begun to masturbate. Her tiny hands caressing her half orange sized breast, and erect little nipples. Delicate fingers finding and stroking her swollen clit, and slipping into her virgin love hole. No doubt about it, Mary Ann was looking forward to an exciting night of masturbation.

For their part, the Blakes were also looking forward to tonight. The horny pair had an intense interest in two-girl threesome sex. On top of that, Paul had never fucked a virgin mouth or pussy, nor had Barb ever had lez sex with a first timer, and both had an almost overwhelming desire to teach a virgin all about sex. 

The randy duo had been talking about seducing her. Even through Mary Ann did not know it, the last few times that she had masturbated to the pair's fucking, they had been fantasizing about fucking her. 

Barb and Paul had talked many times about the best way to get into Mary Ann's virgin panties, and they had come up with several scenarios that might work. School girl cookie order day was the one that they liked the best, and Mary Ann's spending the night made it even more perfect.

"Now," began Barb, "let's get down to some serious cookie ordering."

"Hold on," Paul interrupted. Pulling his wife aside he went on in a stage whisper, "the last time you ordered cookies you went nuts. Let's not get so crazy this time."

"Oh come on baby," Barb pretended to plead, "if you let me get my cookies I will do anything you want."

"Just what kind of anything did you have in mind?" Paul returned with a smile. 

"I'll suck that big beautiful cock of yours," Barb stage whispered hotly, "I'll suck it until you fill my mouth with your hot creamy cum."

"Oh my God," Mary Ann blurted out, before Paul had a chance to reply, "do you really do that?"

"Do what?" Barb asked innocently.

"You know," replied the teen, "suck his, uhm, his..."

"You mean," interjected Barb, "suck his cock."

Blushing a bright crimson; the young girl simply nodded her head.

"If you want to know," the older woman smiled at her, "you have to ask me."

Still blushing, and feeling that familiar tingling between her thighs, the pretty eighteen-year-old swallowed hard and said, "Do you really suck his cock?"

"Of course," Barb said with a grin, "I love the way Paul's cock tastes and feels in my mouth."

"You said that you'd let him shoot his stuff in your mouth," Mary Ann went on.

"Honey," Barb returned, "I love the taste of Paul's cum, he always cums in my mouth when I suck him off. Sometimes, when we fuck, he pulls his dick out of my pussy and shoots in my mouth."

Incredibly turned on by the sex talk, Mary Ann blurted out the truth, "I know. The last time I slept over I heard you yelling, 'fuck me baby, fuck me.' Then you shouted, 'cum in my mouth Paul. I want to eat your jizz.' I got so turned on that I had to play with myself."

"Was that the first time you listened?" Paul asked the teen.

"No," Mary Ann replied honestly, "I've listened a lot. I can't help it. When I hear you two doing it, it makes me so hot. I want to know what its like so bad."

Barb smiled at her young friend, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to see what you've been hearing?"

"Oh yes," the pretty teen replied excitedly, "I've fantasized about watching you guys make love for a long, long time." All the talk about sex was having a profound effect on all three people. Although no one could see, Mary Ann's young nipples were sensitive and erect, rubbing hotly against the material of her bra. Her tight virgin pussy was so wet that her thong was getting damp. 

Barb's excitement was far more visible. Her fingertip-sized nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, and the dark spot of moisture at the crotch of her shorts was growing rapidly due to her dripping wet snatch.

Mary Ann had never seen a real hard-on close up before, but Paul's fully erect cock was so obvious that it was threatening to break out of his shorts.

Visibly rubbing the huge bulge in her husband's shorts, Barb grinned lasciviously at the horny teen, "We need to fuck, honey. You have three choices. Wait here until we're done, go to your room and listen like you do at night, or if you really want to see what it's like, we will fuck right here and you can watch."

"Yes," Mary Ann almost shouted in her excitement, "stay here I really, really want to watch."

"Okay," Paul interjected as his hands caressed Barb's high firm tits; "we will stay here and fuck." 

Paul stopped feeling his wife up long enough the pull her T-shirt up over her head, exposing her A-cup beauties to Mary Ann's startled eyes. "We have one condition if you want to see us fucking."

Mary Ann was willing to do almost anything to be allowed to see the randy couple fuck. Swallowing hard, the horny teen begged, "What do I have to do?"

Just as Mary Ann was speaking, Paul pulled Barb's shorts off. Revealing to the aroused teen's leering eyes, Barb's glistening, almost hairless cunt. Barb shaved her pussy bare, except for a tiny patch just above her clit. 

Now naked, Barb returned the horny young girl's stare with her own sex hungry look. "All you have to do to watch us suck and fuck is to take all of your clothes off. If we are going to strip and give you a show, we want to see you pretty little tits and pussy." As she finished talking, Barb turned to Paul and removed his shorts exposing his huge cock to the wanton teen.

"Oh my God," Mary Ann gasped, staring at Paul's throbbing erection, "it's huge. Can that thing really fit inside of you Barb?

Barb took Paul's massive manhood into both of her dainty hands, and began to jack him off as she answered, "Yes baby, not only does he fit, but he fills me with incredible pleasure. All right sweet cheeks, it's time to fulfill your part of the bargain. Sit down and take off you shoes and socks."

Almost as if in a trance, sweet, innocent, virgin Mary Ann sat on the end of the sofa and removed her shoes and socks. While she was taking off her foot coverings, Paul and Barb took places at the other end of the couch and started to kiss passionately. 

Mary Ann watch in fascination as the rutting pair brought their mouths close together, thrust their tongues out and began a sensual dual with their oral lances. A moment later Paul and Barb closed their mouths over their dancing tongues. Although Mary Ann had never experienced or seen French kissing, she knew that is what the lovers were doing. Little Mary Ann was so turned on by the sight that her already wet snatch began to literally leak pussy juice.

Breaking the kiss, Barb turned to her young friend, "All right angel face, stand up and take off that skirt and blouse." 

She gazed longingly at the pair on the sofa, and they had turned to face her. Barb's hand again stroked her husband's big cock. Paul had one hand on Barb's left tit and the other between her widely spread thighs. Two fingers visibly sliding in and out of her dripping honey hole. With no hesitation and only the smallest amount of shyness, Mary Ann rose and slowly unzipped her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse, and pushed them off of her slender shoulders. Standing in front of her friends wearing only her bra and thong made her feel wonderfully warm and incredibly sexy.

"Doesn't she look sexy wearing only her underwear?" Paul asked his wife. 

"Yes she does baby," she replied.

"All right sweetheart," Paul continued, "I've can't wait to see your boobs. Take your bra off and show us your pretty little titties."

Mary Ann had never been so excited in her entire life. Here she was standing in front of the sexiest people that she knew, and the hottest men she had ever met was asking to see her little girl tits. Without the slightest hesitation and more than a little pride she removed her bra. Mary Ann's now exposed tits were high and firm, and about the size and shape of half oranges.

"Beautiful," Barb gushed.

"Look at those big puffy aureoles and long nipples," Paul said to his wife

Even though Barb had been naked for some time, it was Paul's comment that caused Mary Ann to really look at Barb's tits for the first time. Paul was right, the young girl thought, although Barb's tits were not large, only about an A-cup, her large aureoles and nipples were incredibly sexy and beautiful.

Play with them baby," Paul told the sweet teen, "I know you play with those pretty little titties, and I want to see you do it just like I'm playing with Barbie's now."

Mary Ann needed no urging. In an instant she was demonstrating how much she enjoyed being felt up. "Being felt up feels good doesn't it?" Barb smiled at the eighteen-year-old. "Feels even better when someone else does it," Barb added as Paul continued to caress her soft melons. 

As Mary Ann watched, Paul slid one hand from his wife's tit down her flat belly and between her thighs. Even as Paul's hand was sliding downward, Barb's legs were spreading wide to grant him easy access to her wet pussy. Mary Ann had a perfect view of Barb's almost hairless, glistening fuck slit. Barb shaved her pussy bare, except for a tiny tuft of hair just above her clit. For her part, Barb had reached behind her and resume jacking her husband's cock

Paul began to gently twirl his fingers around Barb's stiff clit. "Doesn't she have a beautiful pussy," Paul asked the teen as he slipped two fingers into his wife's wet honey hole. Swallowing hard, all Mary Ann could do was nod.

"Oh darling," Barb cooed, "it feels so good when you finger me. Take off you thong Mary Ann, so we can see your pussy. Do you have any hair? I shave most of mine. Is your virgin cunt as wet as mine?"

The teen had been playing with her tits during this whole exchange. Now she dropped her hands to the waistband of her purple Butterfly thong and quickly pulled them off. 

Her legs weak from excitement, Mary Ann sat on the other end of the couch from the horny pair. Once seated, the now very horny teen spread her slender legs wide, giving the Blake's a clear view of her dripping virgin slit.

"Jesus H. Christ," Paul exploded, as he stared between Mary Ann's spread thighs, "look how wet she is. Her pretty little clit is all stiff and pink..."

"And," Barb interrupted excitedly, "she has the cutest little patch of hair."

"Fuck baby," Paul resumed, "her pretty pee hole looks good enough to eat."

Chuckling softly, Barb turned to kiss her horny husband, and teased "Does my big strong man want to eat Mary Ann's, virgin pussy?"

"God yes," Paul breathed, "I'd love to slip my tongue into her cunt, and suck her virgin pussy juice. Wouldn't you?"

Before Barb had a chance to answer Mary Ann interrupted, "Do you mean it Paul? Would you really like to lick me there."

This time it was Barb who interrupted, "Ask him right honey, if you want him to answer you, you know what to call 'there'."

Mary Ann did know, but despite being in front of the Blake's completely naked, with her legs spread wide, and her finger in her snatch, she felt a little timid about using dirty words. Swallowing hard Mary Ann asked again, "Did you mean it Paul? Would you really like to eat my pussy?"

"You better believe it honey," Paul replied enthusiastically, "I'd love to suck your cunt until you filled my mouth with your girl cum. Not only that, but I'll bet Barb would love to eat you pussy too. "

"But Barb's a girl," replied a shocked Mary Ann.

"Yes I am," Barb returned with a smile, "I love a cock in my pussy, and I adore a cock in my mouth, but I also enjoy the taste of pussy, especially one as pretty as yours. Now you can watch while Paul eat my cunt."

Paul slipped onto the floor between Barb's widely spread thighs. He leaned forward; his tongue flicked out and touched the tender nubbin that was his wife's his stiff clit eliciting a moan. 

"Oh darling," Barb moaned softly, "it feel so good when you lick my clit. Please stick your tongue inside me honey. Fuck my pussy with your tongue."

As he silently complied with Barb's request, Mary Ann leaned in closer to get a better view of the cunt lapping. "Oh my God," Mary Ann sighed breathlessly, "I thought it was hot listening to you do it, watching is so much more incredible. I'm almost ready to cum."

"Fuck, oh fuck," Barb hissed, "I'm almost there baby, make me cum. Oh fuck, please make me cum." A small part of Barb's mind pulled away from the pleasure that her husband was giving her to leer at the pretty teen sitting so close to her and furiously fingering her virgin cunt. 

"Make yourself cum sweetheart," Barb almost screamed, "cum with me Mary Ann. Damn Paul, I'm there. I'm cumming baby. Tongue fuck me while I cum."

Enthralled, Mary Ann stared at the writhing woman next to her and realized that Barb was cumming. Just as Mary Ann's own orgasm broke over her, Barb suddenly reached up pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Mary Ann was too shocked to move or protest as Barb thrust her tongue into the teen's mouth. Before true thoughts of protest set in, Mary Ann realized that she was enjoying what was her first girl, and only her third real kiss. Pure reflex took over as Mary Ann's tongue joined Barb's in a sensual dance of greeting.

"Did you have a nice cum baby," Barb panted, still out of breath from her own massive orgasm.

'Oh God yes," the teen replied, barely able to speek, "but, but you kissed me," added the still shocked girl.

"Yes honey I did," Barb returned unabashedly, "you really seemed to like it. I know I did."

"I did," a concerned Mary Ann admitted, "it was the best kiss I ever had. Does that make me a lesbian?"

"I don't think so," Barb replied brightly, "I love kissing girls and eating pussy, but I'm not a lesbian. Why don't you let Paul give you the same kind of kiss I did and see how you like it."

Meanwhile Paul, who had been watching this exchange from the floor between his wife's legs, got up and on the other side of the teen. Putting his arm around Mary Ann he said, "You know, Barb is right. If you enjoy my kiss then you are not a lez."

Paul leaned in preparing to kiss the girl. Mary Ann was unable to speek. She simply tilted her face towards Paul to accept the inevitable. As soon as Paul's lips touched hers, Mary Ann parted her lips to grant him instant access to her eager mouth. She sighed into his mouth as his tongue darted around her own. Her sigh turned into a moan of pleasure as Paul's hand began caressing her right breast. For the first time in her young life a hand other than her own touched the sensitive naked flesh of her teenage tit. 

Mary Ann broke the kiss, and looked down at Paul's hand still feeling her up. Smiling at Barb she said, "I loved his kiss. I guess I'm not a lezzy after all."

Barb moved next to the young girl and began to stroke her other tit. By this time Mary Ann was beyond shock, and simply enjoyed the added pleasure. "Well honey," Barb asked, "did you like watching Paul eat my cunt?"

"Yes," she breathed, "I've never been so turned on in my whole life."

Almost as soon as Barb begun to fell up the pretty teen, Paul stopped, and leaned down to suck the tit he had been caressing. Meanwhile, his hand slid down over Mary Ann's flat belly. Unable to deny herself the incredible sensation sweeping over her young body, Mary Ann opened her legs instinctively as his hand neared her honey hole. Just as his fingers found her stiff love button Barb asked, "Would you like to find out what it feels like to have your pussy eaten?"

Paul was now twirling the eighteen-year-old's clit causing her to breathe heavily, "Yes," was all she could manage.

For a few seconds, Barb watched her husband's finger as he began to slide it gently into the teen's dripping love tunnel. Mary Ann started to moan in evident pleasure.

"There is only one thing you have to do to have Paul eat you pussy," Barb informed the teen.

"What," Mary Ann croaked out, barely able to speak, "I'll do anything you want. Just let him eat my pussy please."

"All you have to do is kiss me again, feel me up, and what ever else I ask," Barb informed her.




Cookies Please!



"Okay." Mary Ann no longer cared about anything but having her pussy eaten. 

Barb leaned forward and pressed her lips to Mary Ann's. Responding instantly, she opened her mouth and met the older woman's tongue with her own. At the same time, her hand searched for and found the warm, soft mound of flesh that was Barb's tit.

Paul slid to the floor between the young girl's spread legs and touched his tongue to her lust-swollen clit.

She screamed into Barb's mouth at the intensity of the unfamiliar sensation. 

Breaking connection with Barb's mouth she screamed, "Yes Paul, yes. Oh fuck. Please Paul put your tongue inside me. Eat my pussy please."

Paul pushed his tongue into the eighteen-year-old's virgin cunt causing her to shout in pleasure again.

For a moment, Barb watched as her husband tongue fucked the horny teen. "Baby I want to suck your pretty little titties," she told the girl. Unable to speak, Mary Ann just nodded. 

With a gentle hand caressing one tit, a warm wonderful mouth sucking on the other one, and an unbelievably hot tongue setting fire to her loins; it did not take very long for Mary Ann to reach a mind shattering, body wrenching orgasm. 

Screaming wordlessly, the eighteen-year-old thrilled to the wave after wave of the pure, intense pleasure that was her first non-self-induced cum.

Paul and Barb continued their oral ministrations until the young girl quieted. When the pair finally stopped, Barb smiled at her husband and said, "I think she like that sweetheart. How did she taste?"

"Absolutely wonderful," Paul replied, "she taste as sweet as honey. She was my first taste of virgin pussy."

"Well angel," Barb continued, "if you liked what Paul did to you. You should give him a big wet tongue kiss."

Smiling at Barb, Mary Ann literally flung herself into Paul's outstretched arms. She kissed him all over his face before plunging her tongue into his eager mouth.

Paul finally broke the kiss to ask, "Could you taste your pussy juice and cunt cum and my face?" Mary Ann simply nodded. "Did you like the taste?" another nod. "In that case we will have to make sure you taste pussy again." Yet a third nod.

"Mary Ann," Barb directed, as Paul sat down between them, "look at Paul's cock. The poor boy's as hard as a rock. We've both had nice cums, and poor Paul hasn't had any yet. That's not fair. Don't you think we should do something about it? Wouldn't you like to make him feel as good as he made you feel?"

Certain that she knew what Barb had in mind, Mary Ann eagerly replied, "Oh yes Barb, I do want to make Paul feel as good as he did me. What do you want me to do?"

"Well," Barb chuckled, "Paul satisfied you with his mouth. Does that give you any hints?"

Shyly, the naked teen responded, "I've never, you know, put a boy's thing in my mouth before. In fact, before today I had only been kiss two times, and nobody but me had ever touch my tits of pussy."

"First off," Barb said, sternly, but with a smile, " I don't put Paul's thing in my mouth. I suck his cock. I am a cock-sucking, cum-eating slut, and I'm proud of it. Now what would you like to know?"

"I once heard my mother say the same thing to my aunt. My aunt said so was she. Will you teach me to suck cock and eat cum too?"

"Of course I will," Barb smiled. She wrapped her hand around the base of Paul's massive member and directed, "first take his dick in your hand like this." 

Mary Ann placed her tiny hand on Paul's erection just above Barb's, but her small fingers could not reach all the way around his thick shaft. Barb removed her hand and placed it on top of the teen's, and started moving the young girl's hand up and down.

"Very good sweetheart," the older woman continued, "now kiss him like you want to belong to him. 

This idea suited the pretty teen very well. She had wanted to belong to him for as long as she knew him. Mary Ann got up on her knees so that she could kiss the much taller Paul. When their lips met, the pair opened their mouths and their tongues intertwined in a passionate embrace. As soon as their lips met, Paul rubbed his hand across her firm ass and down between the teen's legs to slipped his middle finger into the young girl's dripping cunt. This caused the young girl to gasp into his mouth.

Barb's pussy throbbed with desire as she watched her beautiful, naked, eighteen-year-old neighbor girl French kiss, jack-off, and be fingered by her handsome husband. Part of her wanted to pull the girl out of the way and slam her cunt down on her husband's dick, but the rest of her wanted to see Paul fuck the girl's virgin mouth.

"Now like this" Barb directed, "kiss your way down his body." 

Mary Ann broke free of Paul's kiss, but she kept her hand on his cock. For a moment she watched Barb kiss and lick her way down Paul's chest; then she followed suit. When they reached Paul's throbbing cock, Barb took it in her hand, pointed it skyward, and licked all around its mushroom head. Then suddenly plunged half the length into her mouth, causing Paul to gasp with pleasure. 

After moving her sucking mouth rapidly up and down several times along the length of Paul's shaft, Barb finally released his cock from her hot mouth. Still pointing it upward, Barb smiled at her pupil and said, "Do it just like that."

Uncontrollable desire overwhelmed the horny teen as she watched Barb's expert cocksucking. There was nothing in the whole world that she wanted more than to have his wonderful cock in her mouth. 

Just before she was ready to lick the head, she noticed a drop of clear liquid at the tip. Pointing to the droplet she asked, "Is that cum?"

"No angel pussy," Barb informed her, "that's pre-cum. Taste it, and tell me what you think."

Without the slightest hesitation, the teen's tongue flicked out and licked up the drop of liquid, "Yummy," was all she said before taking half of Paul's huge cock into her virgin mouth.

Following Barb's example, Mary Ann alternated between licking Paul's blood engorged tool, and having her tightly wrapped lips working their way up and down the length of his rock hard shaft. The instant that her tongue touched Paul's pre-cum, the pretty eighteen-year-old knew that this is what she was made for. She was becoming a cocksucking slut, and she was glad of it.

Paul was in heaven, but he knew he couldn't last very long. "Suck my dick baby, see how much of my cock you can take into your sweet mouth before I fill it with my hot cum." 

Mary Ann redoubled her efforts when she heard Paul's lust filled words. She was torn between her desire to give Paul as much pleasure as she could, and the overwhelming urge to taste and swallow his seed. Her eyes looked adoringly up at Paul as she licked and sucked his massive cock. The pretty teen could feel his cock throb and swell in her mouth. Instinctively she knew that she would receive her just desserts very soon. 

Barb eagerly watched the horny eighteen-year-old's first oral efforts. While it was clear that the young girl's efforts were untrained, what she lacked in technique, she more than made up for with enthusiasm.

"Suck his cock," Barb ordered playfully, "only a trampy little slut would suck off a man while his wife watched. Oh God Paul, look how eagerly the slutty little teenage bitch is sucking your cock. She really wants your cum. You want to cum in her mouth. Don't you honey."

"Fuck yes," Paul breathed, "suck Uncle Paul's cock baby. I want to fill your sexy mouth with my cock cream. You want to eat my cum, don't you angel cunt?"

Overwhelmed with desire, the horny teen lifted her head off of Paul's cock long enough to pant, "Yes, oh fuck yes, fill my slutty mouth with your cum. Make me taste your seed. Treat me like the slut I am."

Mary Ann was hotter than a firecracker. Between Paul's finger, which had been fucking her pussy the whole time she had been sucking his cock. The hot sex talk of her and the horny pair; and the pulsing, throbbing, ready to explode man-meat between her wantonly sucking lips, the beautiful eighteen-year-old virgin was on the verge of another mind blowing orgasm.

"I'm cumming," shouted Paul, "suck me dry sweetheart, I'm cumming.

Just as Paul's cock exploded in her mouth, the young girl came, and came hard. Mary Ann was trying to swallow as fast as she could, and still savor her first taste of cock cream. The inexperienced cocksucker tried valiantly to swallow every bit of Paul's massive load, but despite her best efforts a small amount of cum leaked out of both sides of her mouth. 

The two lines of jizz were still on her chin when she released Paul's deflating member from her mouth, and smiled at her mentors. 

"Look at the cum on her chin sweetheart," Barb chuckled, "she couldn't swallow your whole load. Here baby let me clean that up for you." Barb took Mary Ann's face in her hand and leaned in close. She scooped up the cum on the right side of the girl's face with her tongue, and let the teen see the creamy goo on the tip of her tongue before she slid it into her mouth and swallowed. 

"Tasty," she murmured, "but the next one is for you." Repeating the same process, Barb licked up the remaining cum, but this time, just as she drew her tongue back into her mouth, she kissed the teen. 

Mary Ann parted her lips to allow access to the older woman's tongue; she was surprised and delighted to find that Barb had not swallowed the last blob of Paul's cum, but was offering it to her in an incredibly sexy French kiss. The eighteen-year-old gratefully accepted the tasty offering and swallowed it down.

When the pair broke their kiss, Barb smiled at her husband and said, "I think our little Girl Scout likes sucking cock. How did she do?"

"Terrific," Paul beamed, "she's a natural born cocksucker. With a little practice she'll be almost as good as you. How did you like sucking my cock Mary Ann?"

"It was wonderful," the teen gushed, "I loved the taste and feel of you dick in my mouth, and your cum tasted so good that you can feed it to me any time you want. Not only that, when you shot in my mouth, I had a huge orgasm. Does that mean anything?"

"Sure does," Barb replied grinning widely, "it means that you are a true cock worshipping slut. Just like me."

"Cool," was all the still exited teen could say.

'Now," the older woman continued, "you remember that I said that you had to do whatever I wanted if I let Paul eat you cunt?" 

Mary Ann nodded.

"Good. Slide over Paul and let our Girl Scout sit next to me." Barb slipped one arm around the teen's shoulder. "Kiss me and feel me up," Barb commanded. Mary Ann complied readily. Their lips and tongues met, and the pair kissed passionately. At the same time that Mary Ann's tiny hand found Barb's warm firm tit, Barb's gentle fingers had reached the eighteen-year-old's puffy aureoles and erect nipples.

Barb caressed first one tit then the other. Mary Ann copied her move for move. The older woman spent only a short time on her pupil's tits before trailing her fingers across the girl's belly and between her legs. 

Still locked in a deep French kiss, Mary Ann once again copied her teacher's moves. As hands moved towards twats, legs spread in eager anticipation. 

Mary Ann remembered what she had seen Paul do, and used two fingers to fuck Barb's cunt. Barb, knowing that Mary Ann was still a virgin, used one finger without going deep, and concentrated on pleasuring her clit.

After a minute or two of mutual finger fucking, Barb broke their kiss and trailed her tongue down the young girl's neck to find and suckle first one and then the other of the teen's tiny tits. 

After tasting each tit, Barb kissed the girl lightly and with her free hand gently pulled Mary Ann's face towards her chest.

Mary Ann knew what was expected of her. She instantly latched on to one of Barb's long erect nipples. 

"That's it baby," Barb sighed, "suck Auntie Barb's titties, and finger my hot cunt." 

As the teen switched tits she smiled up at Barb and murmured, "Tastes good."

With a sigh, Barb pulled away from the eighteen-year-old's eager mouth, leaned back and gently shoved the pretty teen downward.

Mary Ann had a good idea of what was coming next, and if she was right, it was just fine with her. She slid to the floor and began kissing the older woman's flat belly just as she had done to Paul before sucking his cock.

"My God you're a willing little slut," Barb breathed when she realized that the girl needed no coaxing, "you want to eat my cunt don't you."

By this time Mary Ann had almost reached Barb's swollen clit. Stopping just short, the horny teen looked up and smiled seductively into the older woman's eyes. 

"Dirty little sluts eat pussy as well as sucking cock, and I want to be a dirty little slut."

With that, she clamped her mouth on Barb's clit causing the blond beauty to yelp in pleasure. By the time that Mary Ann reach her cunt, Barb was well on her way to another orgasm. 

"Angel you're a natural," cooed Barb, "eat my pussy baby. Make me cum."

Only a hand full of minutes had passed between the time the woman and the girl started to French and Mary Ann's first taste of pussy. During that time Paul watched the pair with ever increasing desire. He moved next to his wife and lovingly caressed her tits.

"Eat her cunt you little slut," he commanded the teen, "ram your tongue as far as you can into my slut wife's hot fuck hole. I know you want to be a dirty little slut, and dirty little sluts lick ass hole too. Tongue Barb's pink puckered pooper."

Mary Ann was ecstatic. Like all teenagers, she was always ready to defy or disobey an order whenever she could, but obeying Paul's command made her even hotter then before. The teen stabbed her long tongue rapidly in and out of Barb's dripping honey hole savoring the taste of her sweet nectar. Then she farther down and ran her tongue around the older woman's sensitive sphincter. 

"Stick it in," Barb screamed out when she felt the teen's tentative tongue touch her tender anal ring, "stick your tongue inside my ass hole and make me cum you beautiful little slut."

Between Barb's legs, Mary Ann quickly obeyed. At the same time, Paul clamped his mouth down on his wife's, and pinched both of her long erect nipples. 

Barb's brain exploded. Shock waves of pleasure rolled across her entire being. Her body thrashed about on the sofa wildly, as she screamed into her husband's mouth. Mary Ann lost her tongue hold on the writhing woman's ass, but she quickly locked her mouth onto Barb's cum gushing cunt where she happily sucked up the sweet juice of the other woman's cum.

Releasing his lip lock on his wife, Paul smile at her and said, "I take it that our little slut-in-training is a good pussy eater?" 

"I can't believe," Barb panted, still out of breath from her orgasm, "that she's never done it before. The girl is an absolute natural. So sweetheart," Barb continued, turning to the young girl, "how did you enjoy your first taste of pussy?"

Smiling brightly, Mary Ann moved forward and kissed the older woman. "You tasted heavenly. I hope we can do it again."

"Honey," Barb replied warmly, "you can eat my pussy any time you like. Now trade places with me. It's my turn to eat you."

"Wait," Paul interrupted, "let's go to the bedroom so we can be more comfortable." With a nod both naked beauties followed him.

Once in the bedroom Paul continued, "Barb, you lay in the middle of the bed. Mary Ann, you squat over her face so she can lick your sweet pussy. That way I can fuck her while she eats you. You did want to watch me fuck her didn't you?"

Barb was already in position and Mary Ann was moving her dripping snatch over the horny woman's waiting mouth. "I can't wait to see you fuck her," Mary Ann sighed as Barb's tongue found her sensitive clit, "oh God Paul, fuck her, fuck the horny slut."

In the mean time Paul had gotten between his wife's lovely legs, and in one quick thrust, slammed the entire length of his enormous erection into his wife's hot, wet cunt.

"Fuck baby," Paul growled, "your pussy is so tight. Hot damn I love fucking you."

Barb's mouth was too full of pussy to reply to Paul's sex talk. All she could do was moan out her pleasure. But eighteen-year-old Mary Ann had no such problem.

"Eat my hot pussy Barb," Mary Ann begged, "stick your slutty tongue into my wet cunt. Fuck her Paul. Fuck her till she screams. It is so hot watching you cock slide in and out of her hot cunt."

Paul continued to pound Barb's pulsating pussy as she tongue fucked the tight twat above her. Mary Ann squeezed her tiny titties and implored, "Suck my tits Paul, I'm almost ready to cum. Please suck my tit while I cum."

Happy to comply, Paul took one of the pretty teen's titties into his mouth just as the young girl started screaming out her orgasm. Below them Barb had also reached the point of no return. 

Bucking hard against her husband's powerful pelvic thrusts, the pleasure of a mighty orgasm broke over her. Unable to do more than scream because of the cumming cunt above her, Barb buried her tongue as deeply as possible into Mary Ann's cum drenched virgin pussy.

Even before the ladies had stopped cumming, Mary Ann had pulled Paul's mouth from her tit and begged, "Fuck me Paul, I want to feel your big dick in my virgin pussy. I'm ready Paul. I need to be fucked now."

Always ready to accommodate a lady, especially one as pretty as Mary Ann, Paul gently laid her down next to his still moaning wife. He parted her slender, lovely legs and positioned the head of his huge cock at the entrance to her virgin twat.

"This could hurt a bit sweetheart," he told her softly as he slowly pushed his dickhead into her.

"I don't care Paul," Mary Ann replied, "I want you all the way in me. Fuck me hard Paul. Fuck me the way you fucked Barb."

With one quick powerful thrust, Paul slammed the entire length of his cock into the horny teen. The eighteen-year-old yelped with pain as his massive manhood took her virginity. Paul held still for a moment to allow the young girl to become accustom to his invasion. 

Fear and pain flickered across the young girls eyes, but as Paul set up a gentle rhythm those emotions were quickly replaced by pleasure and lust.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Paul muttered, "you are incredibly fucking tight."

"Look at her Paul," Barb intoned, "she loves it. Her very first fuck and she's really getting into it."

Mary Ann looked at the beautiful woman lying naked next to her. She noticed that Barb had a couple of fingers in her pussy. Then she smiled up at the man whose cock was slamming in and out of her wet, no longer virgin pussy. It filling her with the most intense pleasure of her young life. 

"Fuck me Paul," the eighteen-year-old whispered, "I love the way you cock fill my pussy. Fuck me hard and make me a true slut."

"Cum for him baby," Barb cooed at the teen, "cum all over his big hard dick. Fuck her sweetheart, make this little teen slut scream like you made me."

Between all the hot sex talk and Paul's pounding pud Mary Ann couldn't take it anymore. The pretty teen screamed out in a wordless orgasm, and wrapping her ankles around Paul's ass pulled his hard cock into her grasping cunt as deeply as possible.

"Fuck baby," Paul grunted, "I'm ready to cum too."

"Better not cum inside her honey," Barb advised, 'cum in my mouth instead."

An instant later Mary Ann had released him and Paul felt his wife's warm and loving mouth close over his dick just in time to catch his spurting cum. All three collapsed in a heap after their exertions. 

"That was one hell of a big load I swallowed, "Barb grinned happily, "sweet little Mary Ann must be a terrific fuck."

"Certainly is angel pussy," Paul smiled at his wife, "with a little practice she will be almost as good as you."

"Do you mean that?" Mary Ann asked. After getting vigorous nods from both adults she continued, "can we practice some more?"




Cookies Please!



"You bet," Barb told her.

"Right after supper," Paul added.

Mary Ann knew in that moment that this is what she was made for. She was a natural born slut. From now on satisfying her horny pussy and filling her hungry mouth would be her first priorities.



Cookie's Punishment



She sat there quietly, looking down at the floor as her Master paced, back and forth. She could see the veins on his neck, the red in his face and every time he stopped and began to speak, his voice would begin to rise, he would stammer over his words, get quiet and go back to pacing.

For the first time she was afraid, she had not meant to make her Master mad, she had wanted to get his attention, wanted him to pay more attention to her, so she acted out. Now she knew she had gone too far, she was truly sorry. She tried crying and begging, but this time he did not soften. She was so very much afraid, not afraid that he would punish her or hurt her physically, but that he would reject her. No, that would be too much for her, more than she could endure. Now she must wait, in anguish as he regained his composure. If he knew how much she was suffering, he would not need to punish her more, she was suffering now more than she thought possible.

“What am I to do with you?”

He was looking at her, she wiped the tears from her cheek and looked up at him, “I am so sorry Master, please forgive me, I will never never ever be that bad again …”

“You have apologized, that is enough, but now how shall I punish you, what is appropriate for your actions?”

“Sir, please spank me, make it hurt and make me cry.”

Her head was bowed, but she peaked up at him and smile a file cross his face, not quite but almost a grin. “My pet, I don’t think spanking you is exactly punishment. If I remember correctly that only gets you very hot and excited.”

He did know, he did know how much she liked to have her bottom spanked, turned a fiery red. Her nipples would get hard, her lips would swell and soon her juices would be flowing. Yes, she wanted to make him angry enough to spank her, then make love to her, but she had miscalculated terribly.

He looked down at her, “Ok, my pet, we are going out. Put on a blouse, a skirt and shoes. You will get your spanking but not here.”

Slowly she rose and dressed as he instructed. She hated going out without a bra and panties, it just wasn’t right. She was a shy person, totally committed to her Master, but shy, conservative around others. When she went without a bra, her nipples would rub against the material and get hard. The more she tried to will them to be soft, the harder they would get. It never failed that her nipples would grow and press against the blouse, two very prominent bumps.

They drove in silence to his club. He parked the car, opened her door and cautioned her, “You have pushed me to the limits, do not embarrass me today, do as you are told, keep your mouth under control and this will be over soon.”

She nodded her head as she slipped out of the car, “Master, may I ask what you have in mind for me?”

He smiled at her, “Of course you may ask.” Then he took her arm and led her toward the doors. Her temper was slowly building, she was thinking, I asked a simple question, why can’t he just answer me. Her mind raced as she followed him.

“That attitude my little missy will only make matters worse.”

“But Sir, I didn’t say anything.”

“No, my little one, but you were thinking it weren’t you.”

A deep sigh, how did he do that? He always seemed to know what she was thinking or what she wanted. He always anticipated her needs, understood her mood swings and knew when she was aggravated with him.

They walked in the doors and proceeded toward the lounge. “OK, my pet, I will tell you what I have planned. We will tell my friends how bad you have been, then I will slowly remove your clothes and spank you for all to see. I might even let one or two spank you too.”

Tears began streaming down her cheeks, “Please sir, don’t expose me, please anything else. I promise, I promise it won’t happen again.” Her breath was now coming in short gasps as the horror of it all slowly sunk in.

“I am sorry my pet, but the punishment must be severe, I can think of nothing that will impact you more. Now be quiet, no more words.”

She held her tongue, kept her eyes down as she stood by the bar where he left her. He moved over and was talking with his friends. She counted six men, one woman and the three people working the room. She couldn’t hear his words, but saw the chairs being arranged in a semicircle, with one in the center of the room. 

He moved to the chair and while standing there, extended his hand toward her. Without a word she moved to him, eyes down, moving steadily in his direction trying not to look around, but having to move around the men sitting waiting for her. He took her hand, led her to the center and faced her toward those sitting.

He stood behind her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her nipples were already hard, aching as his hand brushed over one, a soft gasp slipping out, but heard by all. He pulled the blouse off her shoulders, letting it slip from her, her breasts moving up and down as she breathed heavily.

His hand slid around her, caressing one breast, his fingers sliding over the nipple, rolling it, pulling it, she bit her lip, sighing. She couldn’t look, if she kept her eyes closed, she would be alone with him. His hand slid down over her belly, rubbing it, pulling her back against him, she could feel his manhood, now hard rubbing against her buttocks. He unbuttoned the skirt, pulled the zipper down and slowly pulled the skirt down and the skirt slid lower, she could feel the tears rolling down her cheek. The air was cool on her bare skin, his hand moving over her. He nudged her legs apart as his fingers slid over the neatly trimmed mound of hair. He moved away from her. She stood quietly, undressed, exposed, her hands clasped behind her back. 

“Open your eyes, look at them.” She opened her eyes, looked at the men sitting and standing there and she could feel her face flush, warm as the blood rushed to her cheeks. She was mortified, humiliated, embarrassed.

One word, “Come” and she moved to him, lying across his lap. She was prepared as his hand came down on her cheeks, alternating from one to the other. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. She bit her lip, she tried to control the pain, but she was moaning, crying out, now she was panting. His hand was caressing her cheeks, the hot cheeks, with marks of his hand, her brown ass was now glowing a fiery red. 

He lifted her from his lap, her nipples swollen, her pussy glistening with dampness. He ran his finger along her slit as the people watched. He pressed it slowly inside her, then lifted his finger to her mouth, for her to kiss it, to lick it, suck her juices from his finger… and she did. Moaning softly as she tasted her excitement.

A small table was now behind her, he led her to it and stretched her across, her hands tied on one side, her feet spread wide and tied on this side. She was exposed, vulnerable. He had never before exposed her so, she was afraid of what might come.

“Come my friends, take a closer look, examine her. She how she likes having her ass spanked.”

Her were shut tight, she could feel the presence of them, she could ear the words, but if she closed her eyes tight enough then they weren’t there, it wasn’t her. With every ounce of strength, she concentrated. Then she felt it, a hand on her ass, soft caressing and a nail lightly scratching, it was the woman’s hand. Her nails excited and tickled and she could not stay still. Her ass was wiggling in its restraints. The finger moved over her, and along the crease. Rubbing against her warm wet excited slit, long slow strokes. She was panting now, her excitement was building.

Then her Master sent them to their seats. She waited, for she knew the strap was coming. She jumped with the first blow to her thigh, then a second and a third. The sting, the welt and the tears flowed. The strap came down again and again and she felt the pain, the sting the excitement.

He stopped and knelt by her head slowly stroking her hair. “Tell me what you my pet.”

She cried, “I want you Master, I need you Master, please take me Master.”

“Here and now?”

“If that is what you want Sir.”

“Are you sure, my pet?”

She wanted to dig a hole and crawl in, she wanted to scream NO, NO, get me out of here, but she didn’t, she simply said, “You are my Master, it is not for me to decide.”

He kissed her cheek and untied her, lifting her to her feet.

“Good my pet, now get dressed we are going home where we will finish”

The girl quickly slipped into her skirt and pulled the blouse around her and as her Master took her arm and led her out, she was beaming from ear to ear. She had been bad, he had punished her, but he still loved her, he still wanted her and soon she would be his. Completely, totally and without reservation.



Cookies with Binny's Tea



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is total fiction. The characters do not exist nor are they meant to portray anyone who does or ever did. The story is ADULT in nature. That means it's porn, boys and girls, and therefore not meant to be read by persons under the age of at least 18 years. If you don't fall into this category, GO AWAY! NOW! Go read Dick, Jane and Sally and leave the adult stories to ADULTS! One more thing, if you don't like descriptions of explicit hard-core nasty sex, you too can go read Dick, Jane and Sally. One reviewer complained about my stories being nasty. To you I say; "NO SHIT?" Just what did you expect to find on a website dedicated to erotica? Mathematical formulae? To the rest of you, please enjoy. Feedback is welcomed both positive and negative. 

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COOKIES WITH BINNY'S TEA

Part 2 of Davie and Trina's story

Hello again! My name is David. Davie to my Aunt Trina, my mother's much younger stepsister. Best friends since before I could remember, Trina and I hooked up and became lovers when I got out of the military. I had gone to her house the day I came home for good, and to my surprise and great delight Trina jumped my happy bones and fucked me into oblivion for hours. Then, just to throw ice water on the situation, she called my mother, Binny over for tea so she could tell her that she wanted me to move in. To be honest, I really expected mom to explode in justifiable rage, after all it was her only sister I was banging even if they weren't blood sisters. It had to be disturbing for her, so I was shocked when she thought about it for about ten seconds and merely said; "Okay. You're both grownups. It's not like you're related by blood, so if you want to fornicate with each other, go ahead. You don't need my permission."

Before my stuff was officially unpacked at my parent's house, it was shoved back into my duffle bags and I was moved in with Trina. My dad said that he was surprised we hadn't done that a long time ago. Said he could see this coming a mile down the road. Somehow I think mom could too. I seemed to be the only one who didn't see it as being inevitable.

So here I am, three months later, and Trina is killing me with her sexual demands. I've lost ten pounds, mostly in the form of cum I think, and Trina isn't showing any signs of slowing down. I have a job that I go to every day, which gives me some time to rest, but even that isn't always a given. 

One afternoon Trina showed up at the office and told my boss she needed to see me privately on an urgent family matter. My boss, being the kind, politically correct type, ushered us into an enclosed office and said he hoped it would suffice. I doubt that he had gotten three feet from the door before Trina had shed her long coat revealing the total lack of clothing underneath. She began ripping at my pants, her lips planted on mine while she unhooked my belt and unzipped and unbuttoned me in what seemed like one fluid motion. 

Without saying more than "Hello lover," she had my cock in her mouth and was sucking me like it was the only food she'd had in a week. Once my cock was sufficiently wet, Trina turned her back to me and threw one knee onto the conference table. I grabbed her hips and eased my cock into that sweet, sweet cunt of hers and began to slowly fuck her the way she likes it. Usually quite vocal when she climaxes, I fervently hoped for a quiet orgasm from Trina. I really liked this job and being fired for fucking under false pretenses just didn't seem like it would look all that good on a resume`. Trina's hands gripped the edge of the table, her head almost resting on the Formica while I listened to her moans of delight.

"Davie, cum in my mouth. Less to clean up," she gasped between groans.

I love the way she thinks sometimes, and so that's just what I did. We stayed in that office for over an hour while Trina and I fucked like rabbits. 

2

Last Tuesday I got home a little later than usual, expecting to hear Trina bitch about it cutting into her sex time. She doesn't actually bitch about it, but she likes to make me think she's bitching. It's a game with her. Anyway, I hang my coat up in the closet, kick off my shoes, and dump my briefcase on the floor. No sound. Nothing. Usually I get a greeting of some kind from Trina even if it's just a "Hey!" to let me know that she knows I'm home.

"Aunt Trina?" I called. She doesn't like it when I call her Aunt Trina anymore; she says it sounds a little weird now that we're lovers. Still, no answer. The door was unlocked and there was a light on in the house, so I know she's home. I'm starting to get that bad feeling that something is radically uncool when, from the bedroom, I hear a muffled voice that sounds like candy-coated sugar.

"Daaaavie! Come here and look at this!" It's not Trina's voice, but it sounds very familiar, like someone I used to ... Oh, shit! I know that voice. I make a beeline for the bedroom and crack open the door. There on the bed, with her head between Trina's legs is Haley, my All American Cheerleader Girl, moaning and panting. The insanely hot virgin that I dated for two years in high school, the one I could never touch beyond a feel through her sweater, the one that dumped my ass as soon as she got to college. The girl who never failed to get my dick hard every time I thought about her. That Haley. I notice that the reason I didn't hear from Trina is because her mouth appeared to be glued to Haley's vagina, and she was sweating profusely. 

I know her facial expressions well enough to know that she has climaxed several times already; she has that maniacal look about her that she gets during really great sex, so I figure they've been at this for a while. That, and her favorite dildo sticking out of her dripping pussy were good signs. Very erotic to watch. Trina lets Haley's ass cheek loose with one hand and waves to me. At least she knows I'm home. 

"Sweet," I said. "For two years you won't let me touch you, but the minute my back is turned you're fucking my innocent Aunt Trina. Very nice indeed!"

"I was a late bloomer. So sue me. The longer you spend crying like a girl about it the less time you have to fuck us both. Get undressed, David."

Suddenly I was over being pissed off at Haley for dumping me. Go figure, eh? She scooted up onto her elbows, exposing those fabulous round breasts I had only touched by proxy. They were as beautiful as I had always thought they would be. Perfect pink nipples thrust out from firm orbs of female flesh. I could almost feel my cock being trapped between them. I shed my business suit, tossing it with no little abandon into the corner, and climb onto the bed, my thoroughly hard cock two inches from Haley's open mouth.

"What, you're going to make me beg to suck you off?" she asks when I make no further move to violate her. "Put that beautiful piece of meat in my mouth."

"Say you're sorry for dumping me," I said. Okay, so I wasn't quite over being pissed off. I grabbed a handful of that thick blond hair and pulled her head up, forcing her to look at me. I could feel the old promises of revenge I made after she dumped me taking over my brain.

"I am sorry, David. I wish you had been my first, I truly do," she said, and I believed her. She wrapped her warm fingers around my balls and pulled me closer to her open mouth. 

Now I was over it! I pulled her head forward and slid my cock into her warm mouth, grabbed her jaw with my other hand and began to literally fuck her face. Her teeth lightly scraped my skin, her tongue dancing off of the shaft like the beating of a butterfly wing. In three seconds I'm groaning in ecstasy, sliding my cock deep into her willing throat while she kneads my rapidly expanding ball sack. Little virgin Haley has become quite the accomplished cocksucker, taking my entire rod into her throat, groaning in delight as it slid into her. She pulled at my balls, holding me close to her, and I could feel her tongue slide all around the shaft of my cock.

I remember thinking about how she and Trina differed in their techniques. I know, what a stupid thing to think of when your cock is deep in some hot woman's throat, but let's face it, we do, don't we guys? We think about shit like that. Where Trina is more urgent, a little more aggressive in her sucking, Haley was gentle, light. Soft touches and less vacuum. Both of them drove me crazy, but in different ways. Suddenly, I felt a pressure between my ass cheeks, and I notice Haley's other arm snaking around my waist. I relax as much as I can, and she slides Trina's dildo into my ass, in and out, fucking me with it in time to my strokes into her throat. Oh joy, the girl's got rhythm! Style too. Her fingers gently slid up and down the shaft of my cock on the out strokes, the tips tapping at the veins. I have no idea where she learned that cute trick, but it felt nice so I wasn't about to ask. 

"Pick a tune, Davie," she said, pulling her face away from me.

"What?" 

"Pick a nice tune for me to hum."

"Happy birthday," I offered. I couldn't think of anything else under the circumstances. Haley grinned and her lips found the head of my cock again, taking me about halfway into her soft mouth. As her tongue swirled around my shaft, she began to hum "happy birthday" with some gusto. I about went nuts. By the time she had gotten to the last bar in the tune for the second time my cock exploded. I begin to fill her sucking mouth with sticky cum, and she slowly pulls the dildo out of my ass increasing the orgasmic sensations until my cock finally stops spurting its juice which she made a grand show of swallowing as a grin spread across her angelic face. She kept me inside of her sweet mouth even though I was beginning to go limp. I took her head in my hands, stroking her golden hair. I love a good hummer.

"Damn, that was good Haley," I said with earnest admiration for her technique. She merely nodded, still smiling, and still sucking at me, the tip of her tongue teasing the underside of my soft shaft. It wasn't long before her work began to show results, the firmness beginning to return to my pole.

"Mmmmm!" she said as I began to thrust my hips at her face. I agreed and began fucking that incredible mouth in earnest, my cock returning quickly to its full hardness as it found its way down her throat once again.

"That's it, suck it like you love it, you beautiful little whore!" I said, and she smiled again, her cheeks drawing in as she drew harder on my pole. I began to stroke her face. She looked so erotically beautiful in that position, resting on her elbows, her perfect firm breasts bouncing slightly as my hips made gentle contact with her face. Not that I could actually see that, but I figure they must be bouncing a little and that was enough for me. I could see her pert ass grinding into Trina's face. What a handful those soft globes would make!

I knew Trina's tongue was worming its way into Haley's womb, or at least trying to anyway and I got just a little jealous. I wanted a bit of that end. I pushed her head away and shoved it into Trina's crotch, then crawled to the other end of the bed. I butted my knees up against Trina's shoulders and leaned forward trying to squeeze my cock into that succulent pussy.

"This is mine!" said Trina in a peeved voice. "You can take the other hole."

I had no problem with that. A nice tight ass fuck sounded quite good actually, and I pressed the tip of my still wet cock at the puckered orifice.

"No! Please!" Haley begged as she felt the pressure begin to build at her ass. "I'm still virgin there!"

"Oh stop your whining, you little bitch, and take it like a real woman!" said Trina. "Besides, once he does it you're not going to want vaginal sex anymore. It's that good."

"You didn't hear me whine like a little girl when you stuffed that dildo into my ass, did you?" I reminded her.

She seemed to consider that for a second and then said, "Just be gentle."

That seemed like a reasonable request, so I gently, but firmly, eased a wetted finger into her little hole and began to finger fuck her tight ass until she relaxed a bit. I could feel my finger tracing its way inside her body and I noticed she was moaning a little as well, so it must not have been all bad for her. Hell, I wasn't out to hurt her after all.

"Trina, open!" I said, and Trina opened her mouth to wet my cock. Satisfied that it was sufficiently lubricated, she pulled away and guided my hose back between those pert globes. I pulled my finger out of Haley's ass and pushed the tip of my cock into the still open hole. The effect was immediate and quite unexpected. I watched her fingers clutch the sheets, her head jerk up and felt her hips slam rearwards jamming my cock deep inside her as she screamed with pleasure. She damn near bent the thing in half!

"OH YES! DEEPER! MORE!" Haley yelled. So much for being gentle! She ground her ass into my hips as though she thought I had more cock to give her. I pulled out slowly, pushing her away from me, and then rammed my way back into her. Again she cried out. Trina closed her mouth over Haley's cunt, jamming her tongue deep into the gushing hole while the girl squirmed like a fish, her whole body shuddering in ecstasy. I was pretty sure she had climaxed as soon as I had entered her and I was confident that she hadn't yet stopped climaxing. The sweat was rolling down her beautiful back making a little puddle just above her hips and all I could think about was how much I wanted to swim in that little pool of her orgasmic sweat. In and out of that butter-soft, tightly clutching, exquisite ass I drove my happy pecker while she rammed back into me.

Trina was having no fun at all by now. There was just too much movement. So she squirmed her way out from under Haley, straddled her, and jammed her pussy in my face. Now I had a problem; which of those two firm asses should I grab? Trina solved that problem quickly, grabbing the back of my head jamming my mouth firmly onto her succulent pussy. I dug my fingers into Haley's hips and rammed her ass for all I was worth while she screamed, and sucked at Trina's clit until she did the same.

I've got to tell you that nothing satisfies a guy's ego like two beautiful women climaxing at the same time when he knows he's the one making that happen. Absolutely nothing! Best of all, I was nowhere near an orgasm. I was too busy having my ego stroked to notice that the finest ass in the state was stroking my cock! Now that's ego, my gentle reader! That is ego!

Trina's knees begin to buckle as the waves of orgasm wash over her and she's pulling my hair until it begins to hurt a bit, not that I really care. I'm much too busy enjoying the tasty juices from her body to worry about loosing a little hair, besides, Haley is bucking like an un-ridden pony and my cock is about ready to fill her ass with ejaculate. I can feel that warm glow begin to build up from my hips to my brain, and with a groan, I jam my pole deep into Haley's channel and let it happen. I feel the thick liquid pump its way into the bottom of the girl I spent two years lusting after, and while I couldn't exactly say it was revenge, I can say it was fucking marvelous!

3

"So what happened between you and the guy you dumped me for?" I asked Haley later, after we had finally showered and dressed. Actually, I really didn't want to know the answer to that. I didn't care who it was she had been fucking, or why they broke up. The fact that she was here now was all that mattered.

"Who said it was a guy?" she asked demurely. 

""I just thought..."

"That's what you get for thinking."

"So. A girl, eh?" My interest level went up forty points.

"A girl."

"Hot girl?"

"Why is that important? Why does a girl, no matter the situation, always have to be hot? You guys are so damn shallow!"

"I guess it would make it easier to accept if the girl is hot, that's all. I mean it's not like I'm going to have sex with her but guys get a woody for two hot girls going after each other."

"How do you know?" asked Trina, who had just come out of the shower. She was still damp, her beautiful naked body glistened and she was using the towel to dry her hair. 

"Because I'm a guy."

"How do you know you're not going to have sex with her?"

"First of all because I have no idea who she is, and second, if she's a hardcore lesbian she won't want anything to do with me."

"Would you like to have sex with her? Would you like to fuck the woman who stole your All American Cheerleader Girl out from under you?"

"Why?" I asked stupidly.

"Because I can make that happen for you," said Trina with a leer in her eyes.

"Really?" 

"Yes. Really," said Trina. "I can have her here and sucking your big beautiful cock in under an hour, and loving every minute of it while she does."

"I think you're bull-shitting me."

"Not in the least," she said sidling up to me, fumbling with my shirt. Within seconds my pants were hitting the floor again and my cock was beginning to get hard. Trina's cool hand saw to that.

"How do you think you're going to convince some hot lesbian girl to come over here and...?"

"God, you can be such a stupid shit sometimes, Davie," she said kneeling on the floor in front of me.

The gong of instant understanding went off in my head finally as Trina's mouth closed over the tip of my cock. It was a loud gong too, I must say, since it explained so damn much.

"You!"

"Mmmmm Hmmm," she said, nodding her head and smiling.

"We met after she had been to college," said Haley, "we had some of the same classes and I needed help so I came to her. One thing led to another, and we just sort of started studying each other. I couldn't admit to you that I had fallen in love with your Aunt Trina, so I broke it off with you. I wasn't sure that I wasn't a real lesbian."

"Are you?" I asked.

"No. But she is still the best lover a woman could want."

"I can't argue that," I said.

"You two are making me blush," said Trina, "but if you don't concentrate on the job at hand I'm never going to have any fun at all."

I couldn't argue with that either, and neither could Haley, so we both concentrated on the job at hand and we all had fun. Several times. Long into the night. Later that week Haley moved in with us. I figure I have about a month to live. Maybe two at most. 

Last night mom brought over cookies with our weekly tea. She didn't bother to mention the fact that she caught Haley and Trina in bed together. She just shook her head a little and put the kettle on. 

TO BE CONTINUED...