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Eight

By: Salteena



The young woman in this montage of events is a real person. Her name is Amy. She reached her nineteenth birthday in November this year. This is my gift to her. Amy has a boyfriend, Rick, her first and only lover, who lives in England. Their greatest ambition is that some day they will marry and have lots of babies. Who can argue with that? Amy and Rick look something like the way they are described. Some of her emotions and sexual feelings are my extension of what she has told me in the letters we exchange. Beyond that, everything else is pure fantasy…except eight.

* * * * *

Night-time noises. Creaking timbers as the house settles and cools after a long, hot, humid day, chirruping insects outside in the soft darkness. Soft thumps against the windowpane as the occasional moth commits suicide trying to reach the softly glowing lamp at my bedside. And you…wonderful, amazing, astonishing, marvellous you!

Gentle, tender kisses trail from my lips to the side of my neck. Warm shuddering breaths caress my skin. I see your pulse pounding just below your ear. You have and erection; I can feel it pressing against my hip. Knowing that you want me so sets off the fine, familiar heat in my groin. 

You came to me, just in your underpants, while my parents were noisily getting ready for bed, and found me laid on my counterpane, still fully dressed, thinking of you. You took a big risk that they would see you, but have avoided the chance of groaning floorboards disturbing them if you tried to creep along when all was silent. We held each other, kissing gently until we were certain they were asleep.

Your hand hovers in the air above my chest for a second or two, then you start to undo the buttons on my shirt. I love it when you undress me! You take your time, teasing me, lovingly building the tension in me until I am ready to explode when you finally touch my eager flesh. I count the buttons…one…two…three…four… By the time you reach the last one my insides are screeching like an over-stretched violin string!

You part the material and I feel the coolness of the night air on my overheated skin. You gaze admiringly at me. Your eyes glow in the lamplight, green like a cat's. I have beautiful, soft-pink-nippled breasts that stand full and proud without a bra. I think they are my best features. You once told me my best part is my ass, but really I think you secretly agree with me. If you want to see my beautiful breasts now my love, you will have to take my bra off. I can't wait!

You slip the shirt from my arms and body, expertly and without fuss. Where did you learn to be so good at this? You knew other girls before me, but not all that many! You are my first and only lover. Suddenly, you swoop and circle my bare navel with the tip of your tongue. My stomach muscles clench, making me bounce on the bed and let out an involuntary moan. You laugh under your breath at my reaction then come up to kiss my lips. Your tongue tastes so sweet!

You lean over me to kiss my shoulder and slip the bra strap on that side off. You do the same on the side nearest you. I arch my back and you slide your hand beneath me. One speedy flick and I feel the tension around my chest release…the beginning of freedom. 

Tenderly you lift the cotton cups away. 

I offer my breasts to you. 

You bend and take one hard teat into the warm wetness of your mouth.

I cum.

*

There is always a feeling of danger being naked in the outdoors even though we know there is nobody else around for miles. We walked for an hour to get up here among the aspens and didn't see another soul along the way. We are alone in this boundless emptiness. Just the light summer breeze sighing through the treetops and naked you and naked I. 

Bright sunlight casts dappled leaf shadows across your pale English skin. Your beautiful, beautiful pale English skin with its flat muscular planes and dimples in unexpected places. Your shaft stands out fiercely from its nest of sandy-gold curls at the base of your hard, flat belly. It is dark red and angry looking and shiny at its head with your excitement. It is so lovely! I want to take it in my mouth and drink your sperm but you have other ideas. Soon you will spear my body with that marvellous prong. I am shaking inside with anticipation.

You have been making love to me with your fingers and your tongue for the last half-hour. I am ready for you. I almost tripped over the edge three times from the sensuality of your touch but I told the leaping ecstasy to wait. I am melting inside; a cauldron of hot honey begging to be stirred by your rampant flesh.

You spread my legs wide and loom above me supporting yourself on your extended arms as though you are going to do a hundred push-ups. Is it because we are here in the midst of nature beneath this vast bowl of impossibly blue sky that I feel so especially vulnerable? I feel my juices slip from me and run between the cheeks of my bottom. Oh hurry! Please hurry my love!

Your fleshy rod points directly at my core. We gaze earnestly into each other's eyes. We are always so serious when we reach this point. Why? I desperately wish that my sex could reach out and swallow you, but it can't. Instead, I reach down between us and take hold of you to lead you to my entrance. Your heat burns my fingers. The expectant look in your eyes makes my heart lurch. It is time!

Ahhhhhhhh! I live for this sensation – your weight covering me; your manhood parting my folds; stretching; opening, filling. 

The two of us become one body.

You move inside me. Long, slow penetrating thrusts. Short, sharp, shallow jabs, now circular; now straight-ahead. Changing depths and angles of penetration bring me surging waves of pleasure. Is it the same for you? 

We devour each other with our eyes. What are your thoughts…your feelings? From time to time a look of intense concentration crosses your face. I know then that you are resisting the volcano inside that's waiting to erupt. Otherwise you are still a mystery. 

My lovely man! You are holding back for me! I caress the smooth skin of your back…your buttocks…and marvel at the flexing power of your muscles. I lightly scratch the base of your spine at your tailbone and undo you. Your warm flood fills my insides. Your eyes are closed; your face screwed up in a rapturous grimace. You once described to me the absolute intensity of cumming and yet you never make a sound. Are all men like you?

I rub my tingling hotspot hard against the base of your shaft as it throbs inside me and the rolling pleasure waves blast up my spine. I scream enough for the both of us.

**

As soon as I came in the door you took my wrist and wordlessly led me to the lounge. In an instant you forced me to my hands and knees, pushed up my skirt, pulled my panties down and entered me. I was thinking about sex and you on my drive home…nearly ran a red light in the process. I was going to tell you about the damp patch that I left on the seat when I got out of the car, but you gave me no chance. How did you know with so much certainty that I was ready for you? 

Today I am your slave. Today I will be dominated. Do what you wish with me. I have no class this afternoon and don't have to work at that crummy job that helps to pay for my college education. Mom and Dad are both at work. We have the house to ourselves.

This feels so incongruous! You were watching Oprah on the TV when I arrived…strange people baring their lives to get their fifteen minutes of fame. The picture still flickers on the screen but there is no sound. The carpet is hurting my knees from the force of you. My wrists feel as though they are about to give way. You have pushed my skirt and top and brassieres high up around my neck. My dangling bare breasts swing heavily with the vigour of your lunges. I am getting fucked in front of Oprah! Where are the cameras? 

Oh yes, my love, you are fucking me! 'Fucking' is the only way to describe the way you are doing me. And I love it!

You grip my hips with your strong hands and thrust into me violently. You hold it there, rigid and shaking with the effort, and I feel your seed pouring into me. You keep us still until you soften and slip out. We are both panting hard. We have not yet spoken one word.

I collapse to the carpet but you haul my rear end into the air again. Your fingers enter me with a delicious cruelty. Two fingers, perhaps three draw squishy slurping sounds from the slimy wetness of your sperm and my juices. You plunder my sex, digging deep into me, stretching me wider than I ever have been stretched before. I respond to you; lifting my ass higher; spreading my thighs; meeting every plunge with a thrust of my own.

I am an animal, a grunting, rutting sow. But I don't care! You are raising me to unimaginable heights of lust! I want your whole hand, but that would split me in two!

Your soft wrinkled tube swings from side to side before my face as you pound my sex with your hand. It glistens with my lubrication. I long to take it between my lips and make it hard so that you can fuck me again. But it is too late. My body explodes. I collapse to the floor once more, overcome by the crushing power of my orgasm. 

You hold your fingers deep inside me and speak for the first time; "I can feel you cumming!"

***

This feels very dangerous but intensely sexual. I slipped down the corridor to your room in the dead of night. I alone know which are the floorboards that creak and those that do not. You went shopping whilst I was at work this afternoon. How sneaky! Now I am spread-eagled on your bed, trussed lovingly but firmly by my wrists and ankles to the bed frame with chiffon scarves. You stripped me first before tying me down, and then you bound my eyes with a band of black silk. What are your intentions? Please do not hurt me!

I feel your weight astride my head. I smell your man smell, so sharp and different to the way I smell. In my mind's eye I imagine your dangling balls and the deep crevasse between your buttocks and, most of all that long, hard bar of flesh that gives me so much pleasure. You run the head of your cock across my lips. Yes, you have taught me to say the word 'cock' and think the word 'cock', but it still feels unladylike. Still, it is a lot better than 'penis'. 

Your pre-cum wets my lips and I open my jaws to capture your taste. You let me suckle on you, to extract salty, slightly bitter flavours from inside your body. You even have gentle sex with my mouth. I love you so much when you do that!

I grumble in protest when you withdraw from me. I feel cheated that you will not let me bring you to a climax. You tell me not to make another sound or you will have to gag me. But then you offer me the underside of your shaft to lick…your lovely warm Popsicle! You move over me until I reach your balls. I take each one in turn into my mouth and suck it tenderly. I hear you sigh with pleasure and my heart fills with joy.

You cover my face further. I am now licking behind your sac; back towards… I just pluck up the courage to tongue you…there…I would have…but your weight shifts away.

You climb astride my chest. I feel wonderful, warm, smooth caresses across one nipple and then the other. You are kissing them with your cock! My clitoris responds.

Your weight descends on me. Your shaft rests between my breasts against my breastbone. I can feel your whole extent, even your balls! You take one breast in each hand and press them together, trapping your length between them. You begin to move, slowly at first until your pre-cum coats my skin. Then, slipping and sliding back and forth, you move faster and faster. Your belly rubs against my nipples, arousing them even further. I push my chest up against your heaving groin, desperate to pleasure you and myself as well. God, I wish you would untie my wrists so that I could hold my breasts for you!

Suddenly you stiffen. And then I feel your pounding spasms and the spurts of warmth shooting over my upper chest. Some of your sperm even strikes me under my chin! In a way I am disappointed. I would have preferred to feel that precious elixir flowing into my body…between my legs…into my mouth…or even into my…! Oh Lord! You get me thinking such bad thoughts!

You wipe your fluids from me. You are well prepared my Boy Scout! Then I feel your weight shift again. But this time you leave the bed. Where have you gone? Surely you are not leaving me? No, I can feel your breath on my inner thigh. You are kneeling on the floor, studying my sex.

I feel strange, embarrassed even. You have never looked at my intimate parts close-up like this before. And I am not in control. I recall with a shudder a list of new street slang terms sent to you in an email by one of your English friends and how hard you laughed at one of them that described female parts as looking like a 'badly packed kebab'. Is that what you are thinking now? 

Maybe not, because you have just kissed me on my pubic mound. But now, oh heavens, you are sniffing at me, smelling my body like some animal! I don't like this! It makes me uncomfortable! I go to tell you so but you are true to your word. In a flash you are beside me and I feel the threatened gag cover my mouth. It is not very tight; thus far it is just a warning.

You return to your position between my legs. I feel your fingers probing me; parting my folds; exposing my inner secrets; opening my entrance and trying to look inside. I hear your murmur, "You are so beautiful!" Reassured, I relax, prepared to let you keep on exploring me. But then I find out chiffon scarves and silk blindfolds are not all you purchased today.

It feels huge! A monstrous 'thing' invading my person. I know instantly what it is…a huge plastic, artificial, cock-shaped dildo. A girl friend at school once showed me a catalogue. Fat, foot-long, flesh-coloured, black, and even blue 'pleasure toys'! What colour have you chosen for me? I feel my body swallowing it! It is stretching me like I never believed possible! You must have lubricated it with a gel because there is no pain, just this extraordinary feeling of size, of ascendancy, of personal subjugation! Why? Why are you doing this to me?

You begin to move it in me, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust. To my shame I feel my body respond. Despite my distress, my muscles grip the invader rhythmically. I clench my buttocks and moan with frustration when you withdraw it almost entirely from me. Aaaaaah! You know me too well! The devil heat rises in my belly as you return the thing deep into my sex and withdraw again, and again.

Long, steady strokes. The heat climbing and climbing. God! So much pleasure! It is no longer just a fake cock; it is you! I give my body to the artificial you with rising abandon. My sex draws the artificial you deeper and deeper into my depths. I lift my abdomen as high off the bed to meet your thrusts as my bonds will allow! Take me! Take me! Take me!

You overwhelm me with stimulation! I feel your fingertip slipping and sliding among my running juices at my place where I almost kissed you a short time ago! Perversely, overcoming all learned taboos, I want to feel you enter that forbidden place. I need to feel a part of the real you inside me, no matter where! 

You tease me! I chase your elusive touch trying to capture you. My desperate gyrations redouble the shocks of pleasure in my sex! Your fingertip finally enters me and I dissolve in a most incredible storm of sensations that almost tear my body apart!

You stretch alongside my shaking form and remove the gag. Warm, slimy plastic runs across my lips and I smell my inner self. Insistent pressure forces my jaws apart and I taste my own body.

When you finally free me I ask you "Why?"

You say, "Because I wanted to know what it would be like to watch someone else have you…but I could never, ever bear to see you with another man."

I am content.

****

This isn't Hawaii…I wish it were…that is where I was born. Instead it is the Bahamas, Lucaya Beach in Freeport, the private part of the beach that belongs to the hotel. We have been in Florida for my cousin's wedding. Not only that, my parents have at last conceded that we are lovers, although they are still not happy for us to sleep together full-time. After much persuasion, and I have to confess to some very childish tantrums from me, they have let you bring me here for two days after the wedding before we head back home to the Mid-West.

We are the Army Sergeant and his commander's unfaithful wife…Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr…From Here To Eternity… you and I in our bathing suits kissing in the gentle Bahamian surf. We watched the film on TV with my parents last night before we flew over, and gripped each other's hand tightly.

I want you so much! This water is warm, but my body is so hot that every wave that washes over us feels cold. I clasp your hard body to me. Our tongues seek each other's out. Your knee slides between my slippery wet legs and I hump my burning mound on your thigh. Your rampant manhood presses against my belly. I plead with you to make me yours.

You remove my bikini top and cover my nipples with your mouth in turn. Warm saliva and coiling tongue alternate with cold douches of seawater. My clit is on fire. My belly undulates of its own volition. I cry out, frantic with desire, that I want to feel you inside.

You pick me up and carry me to the blanket that we brought down from our room. I love how strong you are! Tenderly you make me fully naked. Adoration and desire pours from your eyes. I spread my legs in invitation as you remove your swim shorts. Your shaft gleams in the moonlight! So smooth! So proud! So powerful! And I am so ready for you!

Ouch! Damn! Oh stop! That hurts!

Memorandum to Fred Zinnemann, Director of From Here To Eternity, Somewhere in Hollywood Heaven: FZ, Are you aware that no matter how gentle the surf is, if you wallow around in it long enough, sand will get inside your swimming costume? And grains of sand, even a very few, being pushed inside one's pussy when a man's cock is entering you is very painful indeed! Burt and Debs could not possibly have had the fun you portrayed…

What are you laughing at Bozo? It really is agony! And what makes it worse is that I am as aroused as hell and am crazy to feel you filling me up with that beautiful prick of yours. Yes, 'prick', Englishman! You really are expanding my middle-class American vocabulary!

Aaaaaaah! My amazing man! That feeling of pleasure your tongue brings as it parts my lower lips to find my aching clit is so awesome! Mmmmmm! Delicious sparks of desire invade me. I spread my legs wider and raise my knees, summoning you to explore and taste my inner honey. Your tongue is not long enough to penetrate very far, but just this is heavenly! Your hands grip my buttocks and lift me higher. You feast on my sex, ravenously plundering my juices with your tongue.

In a miasma of delight, forcing the words out between my shuddering, ecstatic sobs and sighs, I ask you to bring your cock to me. In an instant you shift your position to kneel astride my head and then resume your tongue's enchanting dance over my sex. Your marvellous appendage points straight down at me as hard as a rock. I push back the protecting skin and take the bulging mushroom into my mouth. Your groan of happiness against my lower wetness courses up my spine.

We feed on each other for ages. Teasing; suckling; raising each other to near climax then subsiding to 'less intense' delights. Tonight, I am the first one to give way. I can no longer resist the mounting tide of rapture. My whole body is consumed by fire. Ecstatic spasms wrack me. I wail my love and pleasure around your shaft and you reward me with your warm, salty nectar. 

The Chardonnay we had with our dinner tastes wonderful.


Eight



It had been a fun night. Lover and I had gone out to dinner at a crowded Italian restaurant, where he made fun of my ability to eat "kid food" even when I was away from my child. 

"You're basically eating macaroni and cheese," he said shaking his head at me. "Worse yet, you eat like a bird." 

He sat across from me devouring his surf and turf. I stabbed one of his butter-covered, steamed broccoli heads and brought it to my lips. "There. Happy?" I asked chewing.

"You can have more if you want some," he offered pushing his plate toward me. 

"I'm quite happy with my penne in vodka cream sauce," I responded. 

We had a quiet nook in a far corner of a noisy restaurant to ourselves, and I was loving every minute of the fact that I had grabbed the chair by the wall, so I could see the rest of the room, but Lover could only see me. 

When the check came, I reached for my coat, which was hanging of the back of my chair, to get my wallet. 

"I've got it," he said.

"No, really, Lover, how much do I owe you?" 

"I said, I've got it."

I stared into his eyes for a few seconds. They were way more determined than mine. However, everything between us had always been split right down the middle. I liked to think it was an economic reflection of our equal interest in each other.

"Well then, thank you for dinner," I said gratefully.

As we got up to leave, he took my coat from me and helped me put it on. I buttoned the front and put on my hat and mittens. The weather in Montreal was bitter cold in January, and we had a 20-minute walk back to the condo I had rented for the weekend. 

"I've got a bottle of wine back at my place, if you don't have to run off too soon," I offered. He had work tomorrow, and a home to go home to, so I was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to spend the night. 

"I'd love that," he replied. "Let's pick up some dessert on the way there."

The distance on the Plateau between the restaurant and St. Louis Square was short of bakeries at 10 p.m., so we ran into the corner store for a pint of ice cream.

The condo I rented was a one-bedroom apartment overlooking the square. It was on the top floor and I shared a private elevator with the owner, who lived in the condo next door. 

"You do always pick places to stay that aren't boring," Lover said laughing when the tiny elevator door opened on the top floor. We walked into the bright hallway in front of my apartment door. I opened the door with my key and held it for him. He cocked an eyebrow up in dismay as he reached over my head and held the door in place. I sighed and walked in first turning on the lights. We took off our winter outerwear and left our snow-covered shoes neatly by the door.

The apartment was about 1,200 square feet. It was old, but well maintained. It had a small dining area with a glass table and four metal chairs next to a tiny bay window. The cramped kitchen looked out over the living room, which had a full sofa, a giant lounge chair and a tiny TV. There was also a full bathroom and then a bedroom with a queen-sized bed in it. 

"Have you actually cooked in the kitchen since you've been here?" he asked standing in the living room regarding me in the kitchen through the large service window in the wall as I retrieved the bottle of wine.

"No," I answered. "But the bottle is at least chilled." I handed him the bottle and the opener and brought out two wine glasses from the cupboard. "Ice cream, now or later?"

"Definitely later," he said pouring the wine into the glasses and handing me one. 

I clinked his glass with mine without a verbal toast, sat down in the oversized chair and put my feet up on the dark wood coffee table. I was wearing weather-appropriate clothes, which meant that under my typical gray cashmere blend sweater and my jeans, I had on silk long underwear to keep me from freezing my ass off while we trudged through the wind and snow. Lover, in his usual work attire of a black button-down shirt and dark-colored jeans, piled up the couch pillows at one end and sat down leaning against them. He was so long that his feet were resting on the arm of the couch.

"You're thinking about something big," he said staring at me.

"I loathe when you notice things like that," I responded.

"Then you're going to have to get better at hiding your emotions. Your face is pretty easy to decipher."

"I was thinking about how much I hate that I love being with you," I replied. 

He nodded and said, "You know I'm not this guy, right?"

"What guy?"

"This guy on your couch who you're keeping on some pedestal in your head."

"Does it make you nervous that I revere you?"

He was silent for a minute. "I like how you look at me," he said. "It does wonders for my ego, but I keep waiting for you to notice that I'm nothing special." Lover sat up in the middle of the couch and leaned back. He looked very somber. "When you figure it out, I don't think you'll be quite as infatuated."

I tried not to laugh at my nervousness. Years of thinking of Lover as my mentor in the bedroom had covered up what I knew to be true. I understood what he was saying to me, but what he didn't understand was that he was both people, not one or the other. When we began, I thought he knew everything. But as we got closer, I always figured there was a certain amount of him that was relatively vulnerable underneath the dominant/submissive role-playing aspect of our relationship. I guess being held in such high esteem can be stressful for even the most high-quality human.

I put my glass down on a coaster and leaned forward for a moment in deep thought. Our adult characters were finally about to crack open a bit to show the goofy kids still below. I could feel it, and I felt like the moment required me to reveal something intimate about myself. So, I rose, walked toward him and straddled his lap. 

"Okay, you told me a secret, so I'll tell you one," I said staring at him. "I'm afraid that when we separate, I'll have nothing to look forward to. And I know on paper there is absolutely nothing wrong with my life, but I rely on this -- on moments with you -- to give me bliss. Being with you makes me feel alive, which I know is a lot of pressure for you when neither of us is even supposed to be here."

He sipped his wine and then said, "You can want me, but you can't need me. And you're getting needier the longer this goes on."

"I know."

He sighed a bit and closed his eyes. I took his glass from him and drank the last gulp. I placed it on the coffee table behind me and then leaned forward and kissed him gently. 

My hands lay flat on his chest as I pressed my lips to his again. "May I undress you?" 

He nodded without opening his eyes. My fingers found the first button at the top of his shirt and slowly, ever so slowly, I undid each one, until I could brush away the material and feel his bare chest with the palms of my hands. I held his right hand and kissed the base of his palm where it met his wrist as I undid the button on his sleeve. Then I did the same on his left hand. I pulled his shirt off gently and leaned forward to kiss his chest, then the left side of his neck and finally to his ear. 

Lover let out a soft moan. In response, I leaned back so that my face was in front of his. He opened his eyes and took me in, and suddenly everything just poured out of me.

"I trip upstairs, all the time," I said. "My first job I was so nervous, I would stumble in the hall every time I passed the president of our company. Before he really knew my name, I heard him refer to me as the smart but klutzy girl. My mother, when she wants something, has always calls me my sister's name, my father's name and the dog's name before she gets to mine. I can't sing worth a damn. I dream of getting plastic surgery sometimes to defy what gravity has done to my breasts and to help out with the mommy pouch. I hate it when you touch me there, by the way. My favorite color is blue, like the color of your eyes. I have to hold my left leg down with my hand when I drive an automatic rental car to keep from stepping on the brake pedal, because I've only ever driven a stickshift. My father is a complete right-wing nutcase who gives money to people like Pat Buchanan and Pat Robertson. My best friend spent most of her life suffering from anorexia, and deep in my mind it always makes me uncomfortable knowing that when she goes to bed, she thanks God that she doesn't look like me. I preferred working a full-time job to staying at home with the baby because at work I'm a hero and at home, I have no idea what I'm doing and I'm afraid I'm ruining him, my little boy who I love more than anything. My ears are uneven, which makes me look like I've bent my glasses. I'm a pretty normal girl. And I have always known that you're a pretty normal boy."

Lover was staring at me with a curious intensity. It was a lot of random information that I had just sent his way in my soliloquy of babble. When he finally spoke, he was smiling. "Well then, should we do what normal boys and normal girls do?" he asked running his hand up my spine until his fingers could trace the back of my neck at my hairline.

I kissed him. "Be gentle, mon pitou," I whispered before pulling my sweater and long underwear top over my head revealing a pink lacy bra. He kissed me affectionately while he stroked my nipples through the material. I slid off of his lap and onto the couch. He stood and undressed the rest of the way. Then he put his hands on my jeans and unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper. "Nice long johns," he said giggling. 

"We can just pull those pants right back up again, you know?" I joked reaching for the material. 

Lover gripped my jeans tightly and pulled them down over my legs. I quickly discarded my underwear and bra and pulled him on top of me. 

"Don't you want a little warm up?"

"Enough foreplay," I said. "Seriously, you don't have to be Superman every time. I enjoy the foreplay. I really do. But right now, I just want to feel you inside of me."

In a flash, Lover slid into me and started to move at his own even pace. I kissed him softly and pulled my feet up so my legs wrapped around his back. Lover let out a deep sigh and adjusted so he stroked deeper and deeper for several minutes until he came. 

His face was red and his mouth hung open. His eyes never left mine during his orgasm. 

When he was done, he buried his face into my breasts and caught his breath. 

"For the record, as much as I liked that, I like it better when you come, too," he puffed. 

"No argument here, but think about where you are right now," I said. "It's plenty nice."

"Yes," he replied. 

"Normal people, non-porn star sex does have a purpose," I said. 

He put his fingers over my mouth to shut me up. "You talk too much."

I put my lips to his ear. "You never seem to mind me talking when I am screaming your name in pleasure over and over again," I whispered.

I felt his back go rigid at the comment.

"That's it. Stand up!" he commanded rising from the couch.

It turned me on when he was authoritative, so I gave him a wicked smile. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Up."

I sat up. 

"Stand!" he shouted.

I stood. He paced back and forth between the living room and the dining room a few times. He was obviously plotting. 

Small drops of his semen slid out of me and hit the wooden floor as I waited. Finally he snapped his fingers and faced me.

"I once thought I got three women pregnant at the same time in the same month," he said waiting for a reaction, when he didn't get any, he kept going. "I was curious, so I slept with a man I hardly knew in the middle of Mont Royal Park when I was 25." 

Nothing.

"I don't like to talk to you about my marriage because I'm really quite happy with it and have no idea why I'm here. And I rarely think of you when I know you're not around."

Nothing.

"I like to fuck you in front of people because I think it reflects well on me more than I care about how it gets you excited."

Nothing.

"I hate that when you look at me, you look at me like it doesn't matter that I've done or said. You look at me like you want to fall in love with me, even when you know I'm probably never going to feel the same about you."

He stopped talking. I sighed. He sighed.

This is why affairs are bad ideas. I already knew all of this, and I still came to see him. So the recap did nothing to dissuade me. I always felt like our barriers were that I needed this and he didn't even know why he wanted it, let alone me. He had no idea why he was here. 

I looked out the window. It had started to snow again. I met his eyes again. He was waiting for a response. 

My stomach growled. 

"Ice cream?" I asked. 

"Only if you'll let me drip it onto you and lick it off," he declared wearing a vicious smile on his face.

"See, you are Superman. You read my mind."



Eight Ball



Years ago, my first wife and I were invited to a Christmas party given by one of the nurses at the hospital where she worked. I hated going to these things because I didn't really know anyone there, and the parties went on literally until the sun came up. Joan was the only white woman at the hospital, and being the only white people at the party was always kind of interesting, but just not knowing too many people made them seem like they dragged on for hours and hours. Everybody has probably attended one of those get togethers where all the people know each other from work so they trade insider stories all night.

I had no choice so I went along intending to get a nice buzz going, then wait until Joan was tired of partying so we could head back to our place. When we got to the house of the head nurse Lisa, she opened the door wearing a skin-tight black jumpsuit, unzipped until half of her breasts were showing. Lisa was a gorgeous woman, and the suit set off her skin well. Her breasts were large and firm and she gave us a big smile and told us to put our coats in the master bedroom. When we dumped out coats, I saw that Lisa and her husband had a huge velvet painting of a naked black woman hanging over their bed. So far, the party was a lot more interesting than I had anticipated.

We headed to the basement and I was introduced to Lisa's husband Jim, who was acting as a bartender. Jim was athletic looking, a few inches taller than me at 6'4". He handed me a beer and told me to enjoy myself. He handed Joan a drink and gave her a big smile. While Joan went and started gabbing with her friends, I sat nursing my beer.

Lisa came downstairs and a guy named Robert, a male nurse on her unit, made a comment about showing so much skin.

"You think so?" Lisa said with a teasing smile as she tugged the zipper down another three or four inches. "What do you think now?"

"Don't stop on my account," Robert said with a laugh. "Let me know if you need any help with a stuck zipper."

Everybody laughed and I saw that Jim was enjoying it as much as anybody. The party settled down to drinking and talking after that. I needed to use the bathroom and I figured there must be one somewhere downstairs, so I wandered in the back looking for one. I found it, and also a small room with a pool table in it. At least that would give me something to do, so when I was finished I started hitting some shots, just sort of fooling around.

Jim came back after a few minutes and we started talking.

"Joan is sure a good looking woman," he said.

Joan was about 27 at the time. She is short, about 5'2" and she had her hair long, coming down to her shoulders. Joan is small all over, but she had a nice firm body. I know from her stories from work that the black men at work complimented her all the time, so Jim's comment didn't surprise me.

"You've got yourself a pretty nice looking woman yourself," I replied.

"Yeah, Lisa's fine all right, but a man needs a little variety once in awhile, you know?"

I wasn't sure where this was going, so I agreed with him.

"How about you?" he asked. "I mean, you must want a little strange pussy once in awhile, even with such a fine piece as Joan around."

"Everybody thinks about that, don't they?" I joked. "Variety is the spice of life, right?"

"Oh yeah, that's true, man. Listen, I don't know what Joan had told you about these parties, but they get a little wild after everybody's been drinking for awhile. Just thought you should know before anything happens is all."

He must have mistaken my expression for puzzlement because he went on to say, "You know, fucking, sucking, you name it. If you guys aren't cool with that, no problem, we'll just wait until you go. But, if you are okay with it, we can crank this thing up anytime."

I had often fantasized about watching Joan with another guy, and now Jim sounded like he was offering me a chance to see that happen. There were about a dozen guys at the party, so there would certainly be enough men to go around. I just wasn't sure how Joan would react to it. She had never gotten into any of the fantasies, but I wondered if she would act differently with her co-workers, especially since she was getting drunk and this sort of thing seemed normal with them.

"Sounds good to me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, as if this was something we did everyday.

Jim laughed and said," I know it sounds good to you. What about Joan? She going to freak out? Cause that wouldn't be cool at all."

I could see his point, then I had an idea. "Got any pot?" I asked.

"Sure. Why?"

"Joan gets super horny when she's high. Maybe if we get her a little stoned she'll be more agreeable. I don't think she'll make any fuss then."

"I've got some stuff that will knock her right on her ass," Jim assured me. He looked at the pool table and said, "And I've got an idea how to set this thing up."

When he told me what he had in mind, I nodded. "That will work fine."

"Okay, let me get the stuff and we can get this thing started."

He was back in a few minutes and before long people were passing a pipe back and forth. He whispered something to the people sitting with Joan, and they talked quietly amongst themselves while she was taking a hit. After that, I noticed that they kept the pipe in her hands, egging her on to take bigger and bigger hits. It wasn't more than ten minutes before she was giggling at nothing, the sure sign she was getting high.

My turn. I went over and sat next to her while the others sort of sat back in their chairs watching, the pipe now going back and forth between the half dozen or so people. They were all women from her unit, and they looked at her with strange expressions, excited and like they knew some sort of secret. Jim dimmed the lights so that the only illumination was from some Christmas lights strung on the walls and two or three candles. 

I leaned down and kissed Joan, which she readily returned, opening her mouth and swirling her tongue into mine. It was the kind of kiss she only used when she was aroused, so I knew it was time to plunge in and see if the rest of the evening was going to be what I thought it was. While I continued to kiss her, I let me hand drop down to start rubbing her smallish tits through her blouse, knowing that her co-workers could see everything. Joan knew that too, so this was going to be the real test.

She broke the kiss for just a moment, looking over my shoulders at the rest of the room.

"People are watching," she whispered in my ear.

"So what? Let them watch." I continued to rub her nipples through the sheer material of the shirt, and I could feel them beginning to harden. She swallowed and closed her eyes, her breathing starting to get faster. I decided to push the envelope a little and shifted my position on the couch. I had been partially blocking her by being in front of her, but now her entire body was exposed and I was to her side. She stared down at my hands on her breasts, then looked at her co-workers through glazed eyes before turning her face to me and kissing me passionately. Phase one was a success.

She was starting to moan softly, and her hips were beginning to move around on the couch.

"Damn, girl, you're getting hot there, aren't you?" her friend Alisha said with a laugh. Joan didn't answer, but she made no protest when I unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt and started caressing the tops of her breasts.

Joan turned to me and said softly, "Let's get out of here. I need you to fuck me. You've got me so hot."

"What's the hurry?" I asked. "We just got here."

"I need you inside me," Joan whispered urgently.

"Later," I assured her.

Just then, Jim said, "Hey everybody, the party's moving to the pool room."

"Damn, the show was just getting good," one of the women in the circle said with a laugh.

Most of the people filed back into the small room, maybe twenty or so all together. I noticed that all twelve of the guys managed to make it, as well as Lisa. Jim took Joan to a high bar stool and told her to sit. The stool was as far from the door as possible, and once Joan was on it, there was no way for her to get out without literally climbing over fifteen or twenty people. Jim handed her a full pipe and she gratefully took another hit, smiling a little as she passed it to the next person.

"We're going to play a little game of pool, "Jim announced. 

"What?" one of the guys said indignantly. "I don't want to watch no pool game, not with all this fine stuff around."

"You'll like this one," Jim assured him. "I was talking to Thomas here, and we decided to play some eight ball, with these conditions. Each time one of us knocks down a ball, the other's wife will take off a piece of clothing. Winner gets the loser's wife as a prize."

Immediately, the room erupted in laughter and shouts. "Damn! That's more like it!" shouted one guy.

Joan looked shocked. I wondered what she would do. If she said no, there really wasn't anything to do about it, but I was counting on her condition to influence her decision. She took a deep drag on the pipe, then another one, before smiling lazily at her friends. They saw her reaction and started teasing her.

"Joan's ready," Alisha said. "Look at her. Girl, you're going to be an honorary black woman before the night's over."

"Yeah," called another, "black by injection."

Everybody laughed as Jim racked the balls. He leered at her as he walked past and Joan couldn't meet his gaze, dropping her eyes shyly to the ground. "I just thought of a little twist," Jim announced. "How ever many balls are left on the table at the end of the game is how many other guys can join in with the winner." He looked at me, and I shrugged. Joan gulped and quickly took another hit off the pipe.

I broke and luck was with me. The four ball barely dropped into a corner pocket and all eyes turned to Lisa. Smiling seductively, she walked over to me and put one hand on my shoulder to brace herself while she took off one shoe, dropping it to the floor.

"No cheating now," her husband told her. "Shoes count as one item."

Lisa smiled and took off the other, twirling it on her finger as she strutted back to where she had been, swinging her hips and looking like a cat.

I was not really much of a pool player, so I carefully lined up my next shot. Luckily, the break had given me several fairly easy shots and I hit the first easily. Lisa strolled back to where I was standing. She was a tall woman, and her dark brown skin glowed in the neon lights of the pool room.

"I think you should have the honors," she said, thrusting her chest out so I could take hold of the zipper. I started slowly pulling it down, revealing a black silky bra. Slowly pulling it down farther, I ran the back of my hand over her flat stomach and then over her panties, making sure to press against her as I did. I could feel the heat coming off her and she sighed.

"That's enough," she said backing away, her jump suit now open to her crotch and showing off her fine body. "It takes two shots to get this all the way off."

I could not take my eyes off her. She was gorgeous, with big tits and a firm stomach. It made it hard to concentrate and my next shot bounced off both sides of the pocket without going in.

Jim smiled at Joan, who was watching with a fixed expression on her face that was hard to read. He wasted no time, knocking in two balls with one shot, to the cheers of the room. It was obvious who the crowd wanted to win. All eyes were on Joan now and she shakily got to her feet while people called to her.

"Come on now girl, let's see something," a guy yelled from across the table. "Don't be taking no shoes off, give us something good."

Joan ignored him and slowly slipped out of her shoes, putting them on top of the bar. Everybody waited and she stood there, swaying a little back and forth.

"I hit two balls in," Jim reminded her. "Something else goes, babe."

Joan licked her lips nervously and looked at the ring of faces around her. These were mostly people she worked with every day. Later she told me that she was wondering how she would be able to face any of them again if she went through with this. But, she was committed and she knew it. She reached under her blouse from behind and unhooked her bra, then pulled a FLASHDANCE routine and slipped it off under her shirt, pulling it out one sleeve. Everyone was calling her a cheater, but Jim just smiled.

"Taking a chance, aren't you?" he asked. "Now when you lose your shirt, there ain't nothing between me and those little tits of yours, is there? Ummm, ummm, I can taste them already." He made a smacking sound with his lips and Joan blushed as she retook her seat.

Jim drew out the suspense a little, walking around the table and looking at the balls from different angles before settling in and dropping a shot in the center of a pocket. Joan unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, sitting on the chair now in her shirt and panties. She pulled the shirt down so it covered as much as possible, but she was well aware of what was going to happen the next time a shot went in for Jim.

"Nice," Jim commented as he walked past her. He rubbed a hand on her leg and I saw Joan shudder involuntarily, though she made no move to stop him. It was obvious to everyone that she was excited and it seemed the circle got smaller as people moved away from the wall and closer to the table.

Jim had a tough shot and I thought there might be a chance I could get back in the game. Sure enough, he missed it and I had a chance to do something myself. I took my time and stroked the ball cleanly, but it rattled around without dropping. I couldn't believe it, but the rest of the room shouted excitedly.

Jim put his ball in the center of the pocket and all eyes turned to Joan. I watched curiously to see what garment she would choose. She stood and looked around at the leering faces, animal hunger on everyone's expression, men and woman alike. She swallowed twice, then slowly stared unbuttoning her shirt, as the men hooted and hollered.

"That's right baby, show us them nice white titties," a man said.

"And that pussy can't be far behind," yelled another.

Joan stopped halfway down the shirt, the raw lust of the men giving her some alarm.

"Go on, girl, you let them see what you've got," Alisha encouraged her. 

Joan took a deep breath and continued to slowly unfasten the buttons. She was shaking when she finished and closed her eyes as she pushed the blouse back on her shoulders, then down to the floor. Her size 32 breasts were on full display and she forced her hands behind her back, staring down at the floor as the men made comments.

"Nice, nice, nice," said one.

"That's it baby," another said.

"Might as well drop them panties now girl and get yourself ready for the ride of your life," commented a third, rubbing himself through his pants. "Got a big black snake here just waiting to find a nice hole."

Jim's eyes looked her slowly up and down. He was obviously tired of fooling around. He dropped another ball, then told Joan to stand there with her panties on while he finished. It took only moments for him to finish with his balls, then drop the eight ball into a pocket.

"One, two, three, four, five," he counted as he flicked the remaining balls into pockets. "looks like you are going to be one busy little slut tonight. Come here," he commanded. 

Joan walked slowly over to where he was standing and Jim lifted her onto the pool table. She sat on the table with her legs dangling over he edge and Jim hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. Joan lifted her hips so the panties could slip off, then sat back on her elbows, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.

"You, you, you, and you," Jim said, picking four of his buddies at random. All five men quickly shed their clothes and stood naked by the edge of the table. Joan could not take her eyes off the five black cocks that would soon be inside her. She licked her lips several times, then shyly looked into Jim's eyes.

He didn't say anything, and she slowly opened her legs all the while looking at his eyes. Everyone began shouting encouragement and moved up so the table was surrounded on all sides.

"Go on, Jim, fuck that bitch good," Alisha said, causing Joan to look at her in surprise. Obviously, she never thought to hear something like that from a woman she thought was her friend. "Don't you be eyeballing me, bitch," Alisha told her. "I've been wanting to see your white pussy getting some brother's cock for a long time now. We all have, ain't that right, girls?

"Hell yeah," another said. "Can't have no stuck up married white bitch on our floor. You'll be a sister after tonight, Joanie, count on that."

"Just the start, Joanie, just the start," Alisha said. "There'll be guys lined up to fuck you every day at work from now on."

They were going to make sure this got all over the hospital when they all went back to work the following Monday. Joan started to get up and Jim nodded to two of his friends. They jumped up onto the table and held her down.

"No time to leave now, Joan," Jim told her, lining his cock up with her pussy. "You made that decision when you stayed. Now it's time to play."

Slowly, inch by inch he moved forward until all eight inches of cock were buried inside her. He took his time, and everyone could see that Joan was losing her will to resist with each inch that slid deeper into her. By the time he was buried up to the hilt, she had stopped struggling all together. Sweat was pouring off her body, and she was panting as if she had just finished running a race.

Jim began a slow motion, pulling back until he was almost out, then moving swiftly forward. Joan moaned at the first thrust, and then wrapped her legs around his broad back, her eyes closed in pleasure and her neck arched. The men let go of her arms and began pinching her nipples, making her cry out in ecstasy. Jim grabbed her hips and began speeding up the tempo a little, but still very much under control. Joan began meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own, and he soon began to pick up speed, until you could hear the slap of skin as they came together. The contrast of black on white was stark in the glaring of the room's light and the onlookers laughed as they heard Joan begin to moan with her approaching orgasm.

"You cumming, girl?" Alisha asked, leaning over the table and talking in her ear.

"God, yes, oh god," Joan whimpered as the sensation flooded over her. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me...

"You loving this?" Alisha hammered at her. "Going to put out around work now, aren't you?"

Joan didn't say anything and Alisha looked up at Jim, who slowed down and pulled out so that only the head of his cock was still inside. Joan tried to thrust herself up at him, craving the stimulation she was getting.

"Answer me," Alisha demanded to the amusement of the spectators. "What's it going to be?"

"What do you want?" Joan panted, lost in her feelings.

"Just want to know that it's all right with you to spread the word at work that you'll take black cock, that's all."

Jane gulped and Jim gave a small thrust forward.' Okay, okay, just keep fucking me."

"Got to hear it, girl."

"Yes, whatever you say, I'll do it. Tell everyone, I don't care, just fuck me."

Jim picked up speed again and within seconds the first orgasm of the night hit Joan full force, making her arch her back off the table and cry out, sounding almost like she was in pain. Jim picked her up and forced Joan to wrap her legs around his waist as he fucked her standing, his huge hands easily moving her small body back and forth on his cock. Joan was lost in her lust and kept crying out with each thrust, "Oh, oh, oh..." over and over again.




Eight Ball, Corner Pocket



Jayne just got out of the shower when she heard the doorbell ring. 

"Shit," she said to herself. "He's early." 

She grabbed a towel and dried herself as best she could. The doorbell rang a few more times before she quickly threw on her bathrobe and ran downstairs to answer the door. 

"COMING!" She yelled. 

She stopped at the door and looked at herself in the hallway mirror. Her long black hair was still very wet and dripping down her face and on to her robe. She opened the robe slightly to show a little bit of her cleavage and allowed some water to drip down to her breast. She didn't originally intend to create this sexy look for herself for when Tom finally arrives, but now she thought it would help the chances of her plan to succeed. 

She opened the door to find Tom standing. He was wearing a new pair of sneakers, jeans, a black T-shirt, and his brown sport jacket, and in his right hand he was holding a 12 pack case of beer. His eyes shot wide open when he saw Jayne standing there with her hair still wet and bathrobe slightly opened. 

"Hey Tom," Jayne said. "Aren't you early?" 

"You said 8, and its 8:20, so that means I'm late," he replied as he tried to resist looking at her cleavage so she wouldn't him doing it. 

"I guess I lost track of time, I just got out of the shower when you rang the doorbell. Come on in." 

Tom walked in and as Jayne ran back upstairs. 

"I'm just going to throw something on, make yourself at home." 

She ran into her bedroom and closed the door. Tom walked into the kitchen and put down the case of beer. He opened the case, took out one of the beers, opened it and walked to the living room. His mind was still on how Jayne looked when she opened the door. He was always jealous of his friend David for marrying someone as drop dead gorgeous as Jayne. She had amazing wavy black hair, great legs, a nice round ass, and a great pair of tits and any man would kill to put his hands on. He never saw what her tits looked like, but he has seen her in bikinis on the beach or at pool parties and guessed that they got to be at least 36D's. And he has seen pictures of her when she was younger so he definitely knew that they were real which made them all the more enticing. 

He was sitting on the couch watching basketball game with the beer in his hand when Jayne came downstairs and into the living room. 

"Oh, it started already," she said. "I'll be right back." 

She went to the kitchen and grabbed one of the beers and went back to the living room and sat down close to Tom on the couch. Her hair was completely dry and pulled back into a ponytail, with a few strands of hair coming off the side. She was wearing sandals, tight jeans and tight white tank top with a name of a basketball team on it. It was a little low-cut was showing some cleavage. Tom could clearly see a part of some tattoo on her left breast but didn't know what it was. He has noticed that tattoo before when he saw her in bikinis, but her tops were always covering it up so he didn't know what it was. 

They spent the next few hours watching the game together, yelling at the TV when the ref made a bad call and cheering when their team scored. They went through half the case of beer before the game ended, their team won the game and they gave each other high-fives. 

"That was an awesome game," said Tom. 

"I know, it was amazing, I can't believe he scored 75 points," replied Jayne. "I never thought live to see anything like that. He was all over the place the other team couldn't touch him." 

As she continued to talk the way she was about the game, Tom couldn't help thinking how hot she sounded right then. He never met a girl was as much into sports as he was. 

"So now what?" Jayne asked. 

Tom only came by tonight to watch the game with Jayne as a favor to David; he was out of town on business and wanted somebody to keep Jayne company so she wouldn't be completely lonely. Now that the game was over there was nothing much for him to do with her. 

"I guess we could just sit here and talk," he told her. 

"I can talk with my girl friends anytime, lets do something fun," she said. "Oh! I know, want to play pool." 

"Sure," Tom replied. 

"Cool! I'll go set up the table, you bring down the rest of the beer." 

She jumped up from the couch and ran into the game room. Tom got up and went to the kitchen to grab the rest of the beer and walked to the game room. Tom helped David to make the game room over a year ago. It now had a pool table, a dart board, a poker table, and an arcade game that David bought on ebay. But it broke down about three months ago so it's just taking up space in the corner. When Tom entered the game room he found Jayne bent down at the end of the pool table straightening up the balls. Her tits were pressed against the table and Tom got a good look at her cleavage. 

Jayne finished setting up the balls and got off the table. She saw Tom standing there at the other end of the pool table and smiled. 

"We're all set," she said. "Pass me a cold one." 

Tom took out a beer from the case and threw it to her. She grabbed it with one hand and opened it up. 

"Technically, it's not a cold one since it's been out for a few hours now." 

"Whatever," she replied. "You want to break first?" 

"Sure," said Tom. He grabbed a pool stick from the stand, chalked up the tip, set up his shot and broke the set. 

Over the next hour they played about three games and drank two more beers each. They talked as they played, catching up on old times and spilling dirt about David. 

"You're very good at this game," said Tom. 

"Not as good as you, since you keep beating me," she replied. 

"You almost got me in the last game." 

"But I totally screwed up that last shot." 

"Don't beat yourself over it," he said as he was about to take his final shot. "It was a tough shot." 

Tom hit the cue ball; it bounced off the sides twice and hit the eight ball in the corner pocket. 

"I win again," he said with an arrogant smile. 

Jayne looked pissed as she drank her beer. The can was finished so she threw it in the garbage can. 

"There are two beers left, you want one?" she asked. 

"Definitely," he said. 

Jayne threw him the last of the two beers and they both opened their cans at the same time. 

"Did David ever tell you what we used to do back in college when we played pool?" 

"What? You used to hustle the freshman out of their money?" 

"We did, but that wasn't what I wanted to tell you. We used to play against some girls from different sororities and pretend to lose badly and as soon as we get a few beers into them—" 

"Oh my God!" Jayne interrupted. 

"NO! It wasn't like that. We just convinced them to play strip pool and then beet their asses in every game until they were completely naked." 

"Oh, yeah, I now I remember David telling me that a long time ago when we were dating," she said as she took another sip of her beer. "I was appalled by that then, but now it's kind of funny." 

"Too bad you and I can't play that game," Tom said with a chuckle. 

"Why not?" asked Jayne. 

"Why not what?" 

"I mean, why not? Let's play strip poker." 

Tom began to laugh but stopped when he saw that she was being serious. 

"You're being serious, aren't you?" 

"Sure," she said. "It could be fun." 

"What about David?" he asked. 

Jayne rolled up her eyes and laughed. 

"So what about him? Didn't he used to see your ex-girlfriend naked? 

"She was a stripper," he replied. "Everybody saw her naked, even you did." 

"Come on, it could be fun. And David doesn't have to know, it will be our little secret." 

She said this with her hands firmly placed on the pool table and her arms sort of pushing her tits closer together. She looked at him with her deep blue eyes and gave him a mischievous smile. 

"Ok," said Tom as he finished the rest of the beer and threw it in the garbage can. "We'll play by the old rules we used to use back in college. Set up the table and I'll tell them to you." 

As Jayne set up the table, Tom began going over the rules. It was just two rules; First, jewelry, socks and shoes don't count, so they both threw off those articles and set them aside. Second, after each game the loser loses, he or she has to take off the shirt first, then pants, then T-shirt or bra, then panties. 

They played the first game, near the end Tom decided to that it wasn't fair that he was going to make Jayne was going to be the one to lose all of her clothing so he messed up his last shot and allowed Jayne to win the game. He took off his pants and revealed his striped boxer shorts which Jayne laughed at. He didn't mind because he thought that hew as going to see her naked anyway. But in the next game Jayne pulled several great shots in a row all on her own and Tom had to lose his shirt. So he was now wearing an undershirt and his embarrassing striped boxer shorts. 

He was beginning to think that he was going to be the one to lose his clothes first, but he won the next game so Jayne took off her shirt and showed off her black bra that perfectly held up her tits. Because she was showing more of her breasts he saw a little bit more of her tattoo, but still couldn't make out what it was. 

Tom won the next game and Jayne took off her pants and felt embarrassed when she was wearing white panties with little hearts on them that not only didn't match with her bra but looked very childish. It was Tom's turn to laugh at her misfortune, but being half naked in front of Tom worked well to Jayne's advantage, because he was so distracted by her body that he ended up losing the next game and took off his undershirt. 

Tom tried learned from his mistake and did his best not to look at Jayne as they played the next game. It was hard; he had admired her body for so long and the idea that he was finally going to see her naked overwhelmed him. When it looked like he was about to loose, he took control of his emotions and focused it all on the game. He managed to win with an incredible shot and looked up at Jayne. 

"I have to admit something," said Tom. "I always wanted to see that tattoo on your breast." 

"I always thought that you always wanted to see me naked," Jayne replied. 

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I always did want to see you naked." 

He placed his hands on the edge of the pool table and looked at Jayne. She gave him a big smile as she slowly put her hands behind her and unclasped the bra. She slowly pulled down the straps and pulled down the cups but with her arm still covering her chest. 

"Ready?" she asked in a smooth, sultry voice. 

"Oh, I'm ready," he replied with a huge smile on her face. 

Jayne removed her arm to reveal the greatest pair of tits that Tom has ever laid his eyes on. They were perfectly round and plump, with great big nipples. He didn't care about the tattoo anymore, which was a butterfly landing on a rose; he only cared about staring at those amazing tits and fantasizing about grabbing and sucking on them. 

"Ease up tiger, or you'll explode," she said as she pointed to his shorts. 

Tom just realized that he was sporting an erection and turned around in embarrassment. 

"I'm so sorry," Tom said. 

"Don't worry about it," Jayne assured him. "I knew since the beginning of this game that you might get turned on. Now come on, lets finish they game, we still have one more piece of clothing to lose." 

When Tom was sure that the erection had subsided he went back to the game. The next 10 minutes were very tense, they both wanted to win badly. And it kept going back and forth of who the winner might be. Jayne had a good shot for herself but had trouble reaching across the table, Tom being the gentleman offered to help. 

"I'm just going to keep you steady," he told her as he put his hands on her waist. 

Jayne was more steady now but still had trouble with the shot. 

"My tits are getting in the way," she said. "I need some support." 

"I'll let you put your bra back on for this shot," Tom suggested. 

"I have a better idea," said Jayne. 

She grabbed one of Tom's hands and placed his arm across her chest with his hand firmly grabbing Jayne's right tit. Tom was taken completely by surprise. 

"Hold them steady," Jayne ordered. 

"I will," he said with a crack in his voice. 

The breast in Tom's hand felt amazing, it was better then he had ever imaged it would be. He was so excited that his erection was coming back and was pressing up against Jayne's ass. 

"Um, Jayne—" 

"I know, I can feel it, just let me take this shot." 

She hit the cue ball; it bounced off the sides three times, and then hit another ball which hit the eight ball in the side pocket, which meant that Jayne won the last game. Jayne got off the pool table and Tom had let her go, he just realized what he had just done. 

"Did I just help you win the game?" he asked. 

"Yes you did, now pay up sucker." 

Tom felt his erection still there; he was hesitant to pull down his boxer shorts just then. 

"I'll tell you what," Jayne said. "Since you were such a good sport, I'll take off my panties first then you can take off your boxers." 

And she did, she pulled them off and threw them across the room. She then did a little twirl so that Tom could soak in the entire view. Her pussy was completely shaved and her ass as just as hot as he imagined. It was now Tom's turn and he took off his boxer shorts. His massive 9 inch erection popped straight up and pointed at Jayne. Jayne gave him a big smile and Tom gave her one back. They both stood there in front of each other completely naked for almost a minute before Jayne walked up to him. 

"I have something to admit," she told him. "I kind of set up this whole thing just to get you here just like this." 

"You mean, you planned on playing strip pool this whole time?" 

"Yes," she said as she walked closer to him. "Actually, my original plan was for me to bring up the game, but when you brought it up first I used it to my advantage." 

She came right up to him until her breasts were gently touching Tom's torso, and his erection rubbing against her leg. 

"What about David?" he asked nervously. 

"Fuck him!" she replied. 

Jayne moved downwards and sat on her knees. Tom's erection was right up to her face; she grabbed it and rubbed it gently against his cheek, close to her mouth as she was looking up at Tom's face. 

"So what do you say?" She asked. 

Tom gave her a big smile and said, "Fuck David!" 

At that very moment Jayne shoved Tom's cock straight into her mouth. Her lips were tightly sealed around his shaft, and with each thrust into her mouth her tongue wriggles around it and lathers it up with saliva. Her moans only increased Tom's sensation. She started moving her head faster and faster, making suction noises as she goes along. This whole time Tom just stood there taking in every second of this pleasure that he was recieving from Jayne's sweet, warm mouth.

After ten minutes Jayne stopped, she pulled Tom's cock from her mouth and stood up. Tom grabbed her head and brought it to his. Their mouths and tongues met in a wild, passionate embrace. Tom gently laid her down on top of the pool table with her legs still dangling from the side, still kissing her. He slowly moved his kisses downward to her neck and shoulders. He then moved down to her tits. He began kissing and licking them both, pushing those luscious pillows of flesh against his face. He started to suck on her nipples which sent a sensational surge through Jayne's body.

Tom finished playing with Jayne's tits and stood up. He spread open her legs and moved her pussy closer to the edge of the pool table. He put lined up his cock right at the tip of her pussy and placed his hands on her hips.

"Eight ball, corner pocket," said Tom.

He shoved his massive cock into Jayne's hot wet pussy. The sudden thrust into her body made Jayne yelp with excitement. Tom held it there for a few seconds before he took it out. Then he wasted no more time to start fucking her pussy as fast and as hard as he can. He watched as Jayne's body began to arch upward and her big tits jiggle around wildly. Jayne's moans grew louder and she began to scream obscenities and begging him to fuck her harder. Tom's face was turning red, the veins in his neck were now throbbing as he summoning every once of strength he had to fuck Jayne.

After nearly fifteen minutes, Tom stopped and pulled out of her. He got on the pool table and lied down on his back. Jayne got on top of him, she grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy and she just moved her body downward right on it. She began to grind her hips and move her body up and down on Tom's cock. Slowly at first and then she picked up the pace. Her hand were on Tom's chest with her nails digging right into it, while Tom's hands reached up and grabbed both of Jayne's tits. She had an angry look on his face as she fucked him as hard as she could. And Tom, in turn, began thrusting his hips upward to help with the motion.

Tom grabbed Jayne from around the waste and turned her around until she was on her back. He took over the fucking from then on. His body was pressed firmly against hers which hurt her tits in a good way. His one hand was grabbing one of her legs while the other was pulling her hair as he grinding his body against hers. Jayne began screaming into his ear and he worked himself faster on her. Her arms were wrapped around his body as she was putting deep scratches into his back.

Tom couldn't hold himself much longer, he knew he was about to cum very soon. He pulled himself off of her and repositioned himself. He put his cock between Jayne's tits as she grabbed her own tits and pushed them around his cock. He began to fuck Jayne's titties; she smiled up at him as he did this. And at that very moment streams of hot white cum came gushing out and covered Jayne's tits. When it was all over he laid down on the pool table right next to Jayne who was scooping up the cum with her fingers and sticking it into her mouth.

"What about David?" Tom asked.

"He's probably to busy fucking his secretary, or one of his interns, or a business client's daughter, or a hooker."

"Oh," he replied. "So you want to go again."

"Ok," said Jayne. "But this time let's do it on the poker table."



Eight Ball in Donna's Pocket



Wow, another weekend at Gary's cabin with my favorite guys. I almost fainted as they squeezed me between them, and it was Gary who asked if I was too warm. I said yes, and Gary removed my sweatshirt as Scott pulled off my sweatpants. Gary sighed loudly and asked if I always went out without underwear on. I answered that it was only weekends like this that found me without. Gary pulled me to him with one hand as he pulled off his pants. Scott was now naked as well. Scott's hand slid behind me and between my legs as Gary's hands ran up my thighs. Gary said I could stop at any time, but I just moaned okay. Scott put his hand on my head and pushed lightly to get me to my knees. I opened my eyes to his large cock that was beginning to grow. It was not huge, but it was thick, as I took it to my lips and began to lick him the full length. I was pulling on his balls at the same time and he was in heaven.

My cheek was bumped by Gary's hard cock, longer by an inch but not as thick. I switched between the two and then urged them to lie on the carpet. They lay side by side and asked that I plant my pussy over Gary's face, I alternated sucking them both. Gary had a great tongue and Scott was rubbing my ass when I came the first time. Then Scott's magnificent tongue got me off again. They had yet to cum, as Scott lay on his back and pulled me on top of him with my face to the ceiling. I arched my back as he slid in my wet pussy, and Gary started sucking my tits and rubbing my pubes. With Scott in me all the way, Gary asked if I thought I could take two at once. 

"How?" I blurted out. 

He placed a cushion and a pillow under Scott's ass to allow him access to my pussy too, straddled me, with Scott underneath and began to insert his cock. He waited until Scott pulled almost out and then gently slid in on top. It hurt at first, but the idea was too exciting. Scott pulled out and Gary gently worked two then three then four fingers in me and stimulated my clit. When he had all his fingers in, but not his whole fist, he rotated his hand from side to side and then pulled them out. Scott slid right back in, and Gary slid in on top. Here I was, the ultimate Oreo Double Stuff. I had cum already four or five times and with every thrust stretching me to near pain, I came again and again. Scott came first followed by Gary, and as Scott's cock began to go soft, Gary got me off again. I lay curled on the floor, covered by a blanket for over an hour. 

When I opened my eyes, Gary was ready for some more oral attention. He was sitting on the floor, legs on either side of me. I rolled up on my knees. Gary spread my legs and washed me with a hot towel and then slid on his back under me to get me going again. His head dipped between my legs and his tongue snaked out and licked my wet pussy. Around and around my clit his tongue swirled until I thought I would die. As my clit elongated and hardened, he sucked it between his teeth, sending me into a bucking cumming spasm. He buried his tongue up my tight wet hole and scooped the squirting cum out. I was so close to heaven, I thought I had died. Gary took awhile to cum again, but that was fine with me. As soon as he did, Scott was right there and Gary took his place. 

We took a break and decided to play some eight ball. I stood across from Scott, on the other side of the pool table. When I leaned forward to size up my next shot, I could feel my tits trying to spill out of my bra. I looked up at my husband and ran just the tip of my sweet pink tongue over my lips. That's when I noticed Gary was looking at my big round tits. I glanced down and saw that just the edge of my rosy nipple was peaking out. My nipples got hard just watching the men watch me, so I stood back up and walked around the table, brushing my hand over Gary's chest when I passed him. I spread my feet and leaned forward over the table again. This time with my back to Gary, I let my short skirt hike up over my ass cheeks. I could feel the cool air going between my thighs and over my ass and licking against my moist mound. I put one of my hands in front of me on the edge of the table and the other I brought around to the hem of my skirt there on my ass and look back at him over my shoulder. 

"I don't want to play this game anymore. I want to get fucked now!" 

I turned around and ran my hands down over my tits and my belly, lower over the front of my skirt and then came back up grabbing the edge of my bra and pulled it up slowly; before I finally pulled it up over my tits and off. My breasts were uncovered, and when I put my hands on either side of them and squeezed them together lightly you could see more of my rose colored nipples. I walked towards Gary, shaking my hips and rubbing my fingertips across the tops of my breasts.

"Come here and let me suck your fat cock." 

I reached out and started unbuttoning his pants, letting my tongue flick out across his ear. I kissed my way along his jaw and unzipped his pants, then slipped my hand inside his underwear. I could feel his cock hard and hot in my hand. 

"I love being a cock sucking slut," I breathed across his lips before I kissed him hard.

Then I got down on my knees in front of him, and pulled his pants and underwear down for him to step out of them. I reached up and grabbed his big hard cock in my hand and stroked him up and down. My tongue went straight to his hard balls. 

"I like feeling how hard I can make your balls before you tell me to suck your cock." 

I looked up at him while I pulled and squeezed on his cock. I opened my lips and sucked his balls into my mouth, both of them in my warm mouth at the same time. I slid my wet tongue all over them and moved it around in big circles over each of them, one at a time. I tightened my lips and sucked on them before I pulled my lips off, making a sucking noise against them as they slipped out of my mouth. Then I ran my tongue down beside the one on the left, pressed my tongue hard against him there then put my lips against him and sucked against the side of his balls, moving my lips lower. 

"I love to suck on your balls. I love the way you smell, and the way you taste." 

My wet tongue slipped up under his balls lifting, weighing them and I felt his hips jerk, and he reached down and grabbed my hair in his hand. I smiled against his nuts and moved my tongue, flicking it fast, and pressed hard. I felt my lips against his balls, and I breathed in how good he smelled, all clean and fucking hot for me. I stroked him a little faster, letting my thumb come up and over the head of his cock, as I flicked my tongue at that spot just under his balls. I moved my head from side to side; tasting him and looked up at him from different angles. Just when I was about to open my lips and suck his balls into my mouth again, his hand tightened in my hair. 

He said, "Suck my cock, now Donna." 

I slid my other hand around his hip to his ass and squeezed it in my hand, as I put the head of his cock to my lips. I held my tongue out and licked gently before I kissed him softly there. I felt his hand in my hair and his hips moved against me. 

"Press your cock harder against my mouth. I want to swallow your whole cock down my throat. I want to feel you shoot your load in my mouth across my tongue." 

I opened my lips and licked them, holding on tight to the base of his thick shaft with my hand, then closed my lips around him. I felt his cock twitch and jump between my lips. Mmmm! I pushed my mouth down on him farther until I felt the head of his cock touching the back of my tongue and finally the back of my throat. I pulled my hand back from his ass and started massaging and playing with his balls. I moved my head up and down his cock, keeping my lips closed tight around his shaft. I used my tongue to wrap around the underside of his throbbing cock to press him even tighter against the roof of my mouth. I could feel my wet lips slide up to the ridge on his cock then back down until his balls pressed against my chin. I moved my head from side to side, as I came back up his cock, holding my jaw open so the head of his cock touched the insides of one cheek then the other. 

I sucked my cheeks in then against his cock, swirling and sliding my tongue all over the knob on his shaft. I tongued the slit there along the underside of the head, and I pressed my tongue against the hole and worked my lips up and down, faster over the head of his cock going back and forth over the ridge. I sucked him fast and hard. I took him back down my throat and sucked hard and slow, as I came back up. I pulled my lips off his cock, but kept stroking him up and down with my hand. I rose up on my knees and with my other hand I reached down between my legs and raised my skirt up to my waist. 

"I want you to fuck me now. My tight pussy is sooo wet. I want to feel your hard cock deep inside me now."

I leaned forward to taste his balls once more, as I ran my fingers along my wet slit and slipped one finger inside to just brush across my clit. I felt my hips jerk and I moaned against his balls. 

"Fuck me hard." I got up and walked back over to the pool table with my skirt still around my waist, turned around and faced him and pulled my bra down so that my big soft breasts are hanging out over the top. "I want to watch your cock going in and out of me." 

I stood up on my tippy-toes and slid my ass onto the edge of the table, before I pulled my knees up and hooked my legs around Gary's waist. I looked down and used my hand to guide the head of his cock inside my pussy. He slammed inside me, hard. I kept my legs wrapped around his waist to keep from being pushed back on the table. I could feel his balls on my ass. I pulled him tighter against me, squeezing him with my legs. I ran my hands up and down his chest, raking my nails over his hard nipples. He started pumping in and out, slow at first, as both of us watched his fat cock slide in and out of my wet pussy. I could see my pussy juice on his cock when he slid back out. I watched as he reach down and grabbed his cock in his own hand, and ran just the head up and down my wet slit, up over my clit and back down until I thought he was going to fuck me some more. 

"Mmmmm yeah fuck me hard. Let me feel your big hard cock deep in my tight dripping wet pussy." But he teased me by going back up to rub over my clit again. Finally he slipped back inside of me all the way. So fucking deep inside me! I put my hands behind me and moved my hips against him; fast and hard. I felt him slide deeper and harder inside me. "I want you to make me cum all over your cock. I want to hear my pussy suck at your cock." 

He pulled back out of me and grabbed me around the waist and pulled me off the table, telling me, "Bend your ass over the table Donna."

I leaned over the table and spread my legs, holding my ass out, and felt him behind me as he slid his cock inside me again. I held my head back and felt my tits shake and bounce, as he fucked me harder now. I braced myself against the table, pushing my ass back against him and moved back and forth. I reached up and grabbed one of my nipples in my hand and rolled it around between my fingers, pinching it hard. I could feel my ass tighten up and my clit ache. I knew I was going to cum soon. I felt his cock slide in and out, and listened to my wet pussy being fucked hard. The ridge of his cock touched just the edge of my pussy, teasing against the bottom of my clit, before he slid all the way back in again and again. He reached up and grabbed my hair in his hand again; this time while fucking me deep and hard from behind. He pulled my head back making my back arch. I felt my pussy tighten on his cock and I wanted to cum sooo bad.

"Please fuck me faster, I need to cum!" 

But Gary slowed his hips down and wrapped his arm around my waist, holding still deep inside me. I felt his lips on the back of my neck and his hand slid down my front, across my belly button to my shaved pussy lips, where they are kissing his big cock. He slipped one of his fingers inside my wet slit and started to stroke on my hard swollen clit. I jerked my ass back against him and felt my pussy tighten even more around his cock. 

"Open your legs more Donna," Scott told me. 

Then Gary pushed my legs apart further with one of his feet. I could still feel his finger teasing my throbbing clit. 

Scott told me to, "Open your fucking legs wider." His breath is hot against my ear and I felt my knees weaken when he flicked his tongue inside it then whispered low and oh so sexily, "Put your leg up on the table, so I can see your pussy opened up wide while Gary fuck's you from behind." 

Immediately I leaned forward over the pool table and felt my tits brush against the top of it and raised my leg higher until it is up over the edge of the table. Gary kept one hand wrapped in my hair and leaned down to kiss my neck again, before he stood back up and started to slide his cock back in and out again. He slowly built up until he was slamming into me harder and deeper than before. I looked back at Scott over my shoulder and saw him watching Gary's cock going in and out of my tight pussy. 

His hips slapped up against me and he pushed me harder against the table, as I braced myself against him, loving how hard he fucked me. I reached under me between my legs to play with my clit myself, rubbing it in fast small circles. I felt his cock slide in and out of me. I reached further between my spread legs and tickled my fingers over his shaft, feeling how wet his cock was already from my pussy. Then I reached even farther under me and strokd his hard balls. I took them in my hand and pulled them towards me. I wanted to feel them on my hard clit. 

Gary pounded me in and out and told me, "Cum all over my cock. Get my cock messy!" 

With his hand on my ass, he pushed against me and opened my ass and my pussy even more, and finally I felt my pussy squeeze hard on his cock, and I could feel each pound of my heart in my clit, as I came hard all over his cock. I heard Gary slide in and out of me, and could hear my wet pussy suck at and throb around his hard cock. I reached my hand up from between my legs and held up my finger and slid my tongue up and down each finger, tasting myself there. 

"I want to suck your cock again now. My pussy tastes so good and I want to taste how fucking good I taste on you. I want to make you cum as fucking hard as I just did, and feel your cum all over my face." 

I turned back around and slid my lips down around Gary's cock, sucking my sweet pussy juices off of his shaft, loving how I tasted on him. I sucked down to the base and back up, letting my tongue lick the underside of his cock clean. Then I pulled my lips up and off his cock with a sucking sound and licked my way down the side. Then back up the curved front of his cock, twisting my head to lick back down the other side, and finally around the base of his cock to taste his wet balls. 

"I can taste and smell myself on you here, and I love it. I want to swallow your whole fucking cock." 

I sucked at his balls with my lips and slid my tongue everywhere. I knew he was close to cumming now, because I could feel his balls tighten. I opened my lips and sucked one into my mouth, sucking very gently, and I rolled his balls around on my tongue inside my warm wet mouth. Then I pressed my tongue out against them again, and licked at that little spot under them. His hand went to my hair again. I felt him holding it tight, his fingers wrapped in it. I pushed my tongue hard against his balls and flicked it fast and faster. Then I pressed my lips to that sweet spot right up under them, and sucked at it, nibbling gently with my teeth.

His hips jerked and I felt his body tense up. I pressed my tongue flat against his nuts then, and slowly licked up between them, pressing my chin against them and started to lick farther up the underside of his cock again. I kept my tongue flattened against him, wrapped around the underside of his cock. I felt his hips jerk again, as I tongued the hole on the head of his cock, and then slipped my mouth down his cock again. Going all the way down, I wrapped my lips tight around the base of his big hard cock and came back up again and again. I sucked on him hard, pulling hard with my lips and pressed his balls together in my hand. I went down on him faster and faster and felt the head of his cock touch the back of my throat over and over, swallowing all of him. I felt his balls tighten up and his body started to get tense, and I pulled my mouth up again and flicked my tongue out over his cock. 

"Cum all over my face!" I held my tongue out and used my hand to slap his cock against it. "I want to feel your hot cum shoot out on my tongue. I want to taste you and swallow your creamy white cum down my throat." I closed my lips around his cock and worked them back and forth over the head of his cock. I stroked up and down his cock with my hand, working fast and pulling against it hard. I opened my lips and whispered across the head of his cock. "I want to suck you off. Feel you explode inside my mouth, and then pull your big fat cock out so you can cum all over my face." 

I looked up at Gary and tongued the slit on the head, and flicked my tongue fast across him. Gary told me he was going cum. Then still watching his face, I closed my lips around his cock again and pressed against the head with my tongue, while I stroked him off. His hips jerked hard, right before I felt his hot cum shoot out across my tongue and hit into the back of my throat. I opened my lips and pulled his cock to the outside of my lips and closed my eyes, as he lost the rest of his load across my cheeks and lips. I could feel his cum dripping out of my mouth and off my tongue. I closed my lips and swallowed some of it down my throat before I leaned down and licked a tiny drop off that still clung to the head of his cock. I opened my lips and used his cock to spread his cum across my face and onto my tongue. Then I licked his cock clean again. 

Lying on my side, looking my husband, I lightly grazed my fingertips over my thigh and up across my hip, using my other hand to massage my breasts. I pressed my palm to first one hard nipple then the other, squeezing them lightly. My fingers got closer and closer to my pussy, as I stroked along my pelvis and just barely brushed across my soft pussy lips. I opened my mouth with my wet tongue out and dipped my head down to taste one erect nipple. I ran my tongue around and around, before pulling it in my mouth and sucking. I pulled my lips away and softly pinched my wet nipple between my finger and thumb, rolling it around lightly.

My pussy lips, swollen and wet, were begging me to touch them now. I could feel my clit swell, and I ran my hand down across my pussy and cupped it in my hand lightly, before I caressed back across my hip again and then back further across my ass. Scott watched as my fingertips danced across my ass and down to the back of my thigh and then finally to my pussy lips, so soft and wet. I twisted my body around so that I was almost lying on my stomach. I spread my thighs so he could see how wet my pussy was. My clit, now swollen, just kissed the outer lips of my labia. I barely touched myself, and moaned softly as I felt my clit instantly swell more. Slowly I traced my fingertips up and down my wet slit. I felt how wet my pussy was for him now. Hot and wet! I watched his face, as I cupped my other breast this time and pulled the nipple to my lips. I bit on it gently and sucked the hard little nub into my mouth. I sucked harder, pulling harder with my mouth, while slowly spreading my pussy lips from behind. 

I slipped one finger deep inside, moaning with my nipple between my lips, and pressed my finger harder and deeper. Then I started sliding it back out and in, as the men watched my pussy swallow my finger over and over. I kept my eyes on the men. I wanted to see their faces watching me and looking at my horny pussy. I pulled my finger out and teased up and down my slit again. I ran the tips of my fingers from my ass to the cleft and back again. I followed my pussy lips, going around my clit, massaging across it in small fast circles. I felt my breath coming in quicker shorter gasps now. This time when I slipped two fingers inside, I moaned out loud. I moved my fingers in and out, my pussy sounding so fucking wet. I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper, pressing the open palm of my hand against my ass. I felt my fingers wiggle all the while, as I lifted my ass slightly, wiggling my pussy around with my fingers at the same time. I reached my other hand down from pinching my nipples to slip it between my thighs from the front. 




Eight Ball in Donna's Pocket



With my arm half under me, I spread my smooth thighs farther, burying the side of my face against the pillow. I bit down on my lip when I felt my fingers spread my open lips wider. My clit was so sensitive and swollen right then, I moaned low and long when I flattened my fingers against it, as I stroked gently but faster. I could feel my heart pounding and felt my forehead break out in light sweat. I need to cum so bad now. I worked my fingers, pumping them in and out of my pussy fast and hard. I stroked my clit and gently flicked across it with my fingertips. As I built up tension in my entire body, I moaned louder and breathed harder, knowing that I was close to cumming. Then I pressed my open palm harder against my ass, and wiggled my fingers deep inside me against the front wall of my pussy and rubbed just the very tips of my fingers across my clit. I held my breath and felt the tension in my body release, before feeling a wave of moisture wash across my fingers, still buried deep inside me. 

Wiggling them slower, I felt my pussy contract again and I let my breath out on a loud sigh, when I felt another wave hit me. The fingers caressing my clit stopped and I lay them just against me, but continued to move the other hand, stroking my fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I love the sound that my pussy makes after I've cum so fucking hard. I felt someone's strong hand on my ankle then he spread my thighs farther. 

"All the way on your stomach, Donna." 

Still catching my breath, I looked back at him over my shoulder and watched as Gary's neighbor stroked his cock; nice and big and hard. On his knees between my open legs, he leaned down over my back. I could feel his cock, hot and hard teasing my ass. I lifted my hips slightly, wiggling them left and right. I could feel his shaft actually jerk when I touched it. I looked back at him again and watched Bill get off the bed now. He grabbed my ankles and jerked me towards him. 

"Get on your knees Donna. I want your ass in the air." 

He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass back farther towards him. I tried to turn around and look at Scott, but Bill pushed my shoulders down. "Keep your face down on the bed. I want your pussy spread and in the air for me. I'm going to fill it more than you ever could imagine." 

God I could feel my pussy soaking wet from just cumming, still horny. I felt the head of his large cock tease lightly down from my ass to my pussy, and I jerked my hips in response. Then I felt him plunge all the fucking way inside of me, burying his cock deep inside my pussy in one swift stroke. Thank god my canal was sopping wet and gaping from the previous activity. I clawed and grabbed at the sheets, crying out when he started fucking me with long hard strokes at first. I felt him pull almost all the way out and then ram back in so hard I had to hold on to keep from being pushed. Bill hands were high up on my hips, and I could feel him spread my ass cheeks, his grip was so tight.

I heard him moan low in his throat, growl almost, and he started slamming into me even faster. Deeper and harder he pumped his thick cock in and out of my tight little pussy. Bill's balls slapped against my swollen clit which caused me nearly to cum again already. I reached down under me and took his hard balls in my hand. I squeezed them and massaged them in my hand. I felt his hips slow their pumping. Instead he pushed into me slow and deep, grinding into me. With his balls in my hand, I pressed them to my wet pussy, letting my soft wet labia kiss them, massaging them against my hard clit. I started breathing harder, deeper again. I moaned out how much I loved his big cock. My pussy stretched to fit around him like a glove. He leaned over my back, and I felt him grab a handful of my hair. I could feel his taunt belly pressing against my ass and back when he leaned close to my ear. 

"I wish you could feel how hot your pussy is Donna. I love slamming my cock into you!" 

Then without missing a beat, Bill rose back up and pulled my hair, making me arch myself back even farther. His free hand reached out to smack across my ass hard. "Squeeze my cock with your pussy, Donna" 

His cock pounded into me even harder and I felt myself almost being pushed over that edge. I told him to fuck me. Make me cum. I want to ooze all over his cock. Get him all wet with my sweet pussy juice. The hand he had on my ass now slipped around my waist, and I could feel him pulling me almost off my knees each time he rocked back and forth against me. Then Bill's hand found my jiggling tits, swaying and bouncing back and forth with each stroke of his huge cock. He pinched a nipple between his fingers. God I loved it! I felt my pussy lips swollen and wet kissing up and down his long shaft. I felt my pussy suck his big throbbing hard cock deeper and deeper. I breathed in short quick gasps, moaning and sighing on each breath and bit my lip. 

Bill pulled my head back even farther still, pushing my tits straight out. Almost pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder, I felt his lips smooth and warm on the back of my neck, kissing and nipping across my shoulder with his teeth. I felt my pussy contract then. Bill felt my body tense up and he slid his hand down from erect nipple to my pussy. Ohhhh fuck yeah! His fingertips stroked sure and fast across my clit. I leaned back down away from him and flexed myself around his cock and began to change the tempo all at once. I pulled myself almost completely off his cock before I came back to meet his thrust with a determined force. 

"Yeah that's it baby. Fuck me!" 

That did it. I pounded back into him, feeling Bill's hips smack into my ass one more time, before my pussy convulsed and jerked hard around his cock. My vaginal muscles squeezed hard against it as my orgasm racked through my whole body. He slowly pulled his cock out of my wet pussy dripping with our mixed warm cum. I felt him lie down beside me on the bed. I was still on my knees with my ass up in the air. I looked up and saw his cock, big and proud right beside my face. I leaned closer and I could smell my sweet juice on him. I walked on my hands and knees over next to Bill, pointing my head towards his feet, I leaned down and told him I wanted to suck his cock down my throat, and that I wanted to clean all my cum off it. I flicked my tongue down across the bottom of his balls. Nice and fucking tight and full of hot cum. 

I pulled one inside my mouth and sucked on it, lightly at first and then harder. I pulled with my lips and swirled my tongue all over it inside my mouth. I felt his cock, still wet from my pussy, pressed against my cheek. I reached out and gripped him in my hand, slowly stroking up and down. I felt his hips jerk when my hand reached the top of his cock, and my thumb stroked across the slick knob. I traced my tongue over his balls again, and took the other one in my mouth, giving it the same treatment and loving how hard and full of cum it was. I pressed his cock against my cheek, running my flattened palm up and down the front of his shaft. I used my thumb to tease up and over the ridge before stroking back down. I moved my lips again, sucking at the base, kissing and sucking at the underside. 

As I traced my finger and thumb on either side of his thick cock up and down, my mouth reached the sweet sensitive slit starting at the ridge on the underside of his shaft. I glided my tongue out and traced it up and down, before I twisted my head and flicked my tongue back and forth across it. I heard Bill catch his breath, and he moaned low and deep when I pressed my tongue to the moisture oozing out the tip. I smeared it around with my lips and smiled against the head of his cock. I looked up at him and let him see the reddened tip of his cock lying on my soft lips, wet with his pre-cum. Then before he could tell me to, I opened my lips and started to suck on him. I took his cock painfully slow into my mouth and throat. Bill could feel my lips gliding down over the taught skin covering his throbbing hard cock. 

Gradually I worked the tempo of my lips up to meet his demands. I loved hearing him moan. The little things men will say when you suck their cock. I worked faster up and down his shaft, massaging his tight wet balls in my hand. He could feel my tongue gliding and pressing against the front of his cock this time. My mouth came up to the ridge and I opened my lips, held my tongue out, and slid it back and forth all over the already wet knob before sucking him hungrily back down my throat again. I could feel my eyes water slightly as I took him even deeper down my throat. I pulled my lips back up only slightly, long enough to take a quick breath before going back down to ram his cock down my throat again and again. My hand was wrapped tight around the base of his cock. My free hand massaged his balls constantly, pressing them together in my hand, rolling them across my fingers.

My slick wet mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking on it. My throat squeezed hard at the head, over and again. I came back up and started taking long strokes again, up and down his shaft. I came up with my lips and let my tongue run up over the ridge to tease the very tip, before going back down again and again. My hand now followed up and down, twisting and pulling as I go up and down. I felt his body tense up, and I knew Bill was almost ready to cum. I pulled my lips back up his cock and off and beat the head against my tongue, slapping it hard. I told him that I wanted him to fill my mouth up with his hot cum. I wanted to feel my lips all slick with his semen. I placed my lips back on him and sucked at the head of his cock. I stroked him fast and hard, all the way up and down, keeping my lips at the head of his huge cock.

I waited to catch that first squirt of cum on my tongue. I felt Bill's hips jerk and his whole body tensed up. I moved until I was down looking straight up at him, never missing a beat, sucking him nice and hard still. I watched Bill, waiting until I heard his breath come in short fast gasps, before I opened my mouth. I felt his hand in my hair grip hard a few seconds, before I heard his breathing change. I pulled my lips back off his cock and stroked him in long hard strokes, feeling his cock jerk and pulse, as I laid the underside of the head of his cock on my tongue. The first shot of cum splashed out on my tongue and reached all the way to the back of my mouth and slid down my throat in a swallow. Then still beating his cock against my tongue, I felt another spasm shoot up through his shaft and felt his hot cum shoot all over my lips, splattering across my nose and chin. 

I pulled my head back this time and closed my eyes, as another spasm made its way up through his cock. I felt his hot cum soak my cheek, and I turned my head slightly to feel it splash up high on my other cheek, getting in my hair and ear. I slowed down my hand and stroked slower, and felt one final jerk and thrust of Bill's hips, before he shot the rest of his load on my chin and tits. I opened my mouth and ran the sensitive head of his cock across my cum-soaked lips. I glided my tongue out and lick up the mess I made on his cock, and the say yes to answer his question about swallowing. Bill thanked us for the great fuck and then departed as quickly as he had arrived, saying he might be back tomorrow for seconds. 

Scott pulled me against his naked body as we fell on the floor, with him on top of me. He placed his hands on the back of my head while giving me a hard, deep soulful kiss, which got progressively deeper and deeper for about five minutes. From my mouth he moved down my body until his mouth was on my wet pussy. Stopping only to tease my gorgeous tits and nip them just a little too hard, which I felt in my dripping, pulsating pussy. He gently swirled his tongue over my clit, sucking easily, while finger fucking me, stopping only to tell me how good I tasted. One hand massaged my ripe breast, rubbing the nipples through his fingers gently, and then harder, taking me to that place between pleasure and pain, which is so intense, bringing me to another orgasm. His other hand played with my ass hole or other parts of my body as he was eating me out. I reached the point I "NEEDED" his cock to fill my pussy. 

I begged Scott to fuck me "Fuck me! Please fuck me! Please, I need your cock inside me!" 

Scott lay back on the bed telling me "If I wanted it, cum get it". 

He didn't have to ask twice for me to impale myself on his rock hard cock. I jack hammered myself up and down on his massive tool while straddling him, as he pinched my tits until they started to hurt; making my orgasm more intense. I turned around with my tits facing his feet so Gary could check out my pussy, as I rode Scott's cock like a bucking bronco; playing with his balls and thighs. (Thighs are a big turn on for me). Suddenly I stopped fucking him and we moved into the 69 position. I was on top tasting my own juices on him as it mixed with his pre-cum; we stayed in this position for quite some time. Scott decided to fuck me missionary style, so we put pillows under my ass before he drove his boner deep into my pussy.

He teased my by pulling his penis almost all the way out then pushing it back in, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I wrapped my legs around his neck, pulling him deeper as he drove his 8" cock into my soaking wet pussy, making me have a mind-blowing orgasm, which was so intense I make a deep guttural sound from deep in my throat. Scott stopped moving long enough to tell me how much he loves the look on my face and the sounds I make when I cum. Scott took me from behind, as I held my pussy lips wide open; mounting me like a stallion mounting his mare. His breathing became faster and shallower, so I knew he was about to cum. 

I was delirious with consuming passion, bucking, twisting and chanting "Yes, Yes, Yes, Fuck Me, Fill Me, Don't Stop!" 

I felt Scott stiffen and moan as he shot a big load of cum deep inside my pussy. I felt his hot cum shooting inside me making us almost climax simultaneously. We finished climaxing, kissed deeply and he pulled out, wrapping his arms around me as I rested my head on his shoulder. When we finally went to sleep, I had Scott's limp cock in my hand.

Gary and I screwed again in the middle of the night. I fell asleep again, this time in Gary's arms after he gave me the most orgasmic pussy eating and fucking I have ever experienced. When I woke, the morning sun was streaming in through the drapes. Gary's arm lay across my tits and lightly rubbed my nipple. I gently moved his arm trying not to wake him. I rubbed my pussy, which was wet with last night's cum and it aroused me. I snuck beneath the blankets and between Scott's legs. I moved his flacid cock to one side and sniffed his balls. Mmmmm...... they smelled of spent cum. I wet my lips and nuzzled my face into his sac. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick. The sweet salty taste of cum lingered on his scrotum. Scott started to stir. I reached my hands up to his chest and rubbed my flat palms over his nipples. They hardened quickly. 

Scott threw the covers back over my ass and spread his legs further. He put his hands on mine to quicken the pace of my rubbing. I sucked his balls both into my hot mouth. Scott bent his legs at the knees and lifted his feet off the bed, pushing his knees towards his ears. I had a great view of his ass. I took his growing shaft in my hand and pumped it as my tongue found its way to his head. Scott moaned and lifted his ass even higher for me. I licked his swollen head. I put my lips on his mushroom head and sucked. I dripped my tongue into his shaft. He moaned even loader. I pumped his cock faster. By now Scott had his hands on either side of my head and was pushing my face into his crotch. 

"Suck me Donna!" he grunted. Between his legs I could see his rock hard cock pointing straight out. "Stroke that cock baby," he told me. 

I pulled his slit apart and licked circles around the opening. I thrust my tongue as far into his slit as I could, swirling it around. He pushed his cock against my face. He was pumping his cock hard and grunting. He thrust two fingers into my wet pussy, as I sucked his cock. I brought him to the edge of orgasm pumping my mouth up and down on his shaft. 

"Cum on my face baby! Spray my face with your hot jizz." 

Scott grabbed his balls with one hand, pumped his cock with the other, tensed and then shot his huge load of cum all over my face. After he squeezed every last bit of cum from his hot balls he leaned over me and said. "Good morning beautiful!" and then kissed me deeply.

I then decided it was time to wake up our gracious host and strutted naked down the hall to Gary's room. The sun peaked in through the window and cast its brilliant rays over the bed where we had fucked through the night. From the mountain slopes outside came the scent of pine and the clean smell of fresh air that is only found away from city. A crane cried out from the lake that lay under the balcony, and woke Gary. I could feel a slight twinge of pain between my legs from the evening before, but not enough to make me regret a minute of it. We had started partying with the sunset and made fucked well past midnight. I crawled across Gary's muscular build, running my hand up and down his side and across his smooth soft stomach. I explored slowly around his navel, and from there, followed the trail of hair down his body. 

I carefully slid my hand down between his legs and cupped in my hand the pouch of skin, gently, very gently, massaging its cargo with my fingers. Gary started to stir. I shifted my naked body against him, taking his nipple in my mouth and gently licked and drew it into my mouth. It hardened beneath my attentions, and Gary stirred some more. I shifted down his body, moving my hand up around his maleness while I slowly ran kisses down his naked form. Gently I ran my hand around his penis, and slowly tightened my grip, as I ran my hand up the shaft. And just as slowly, I loosened the grip as I slid back down. I repeated the process. After the second repetition, I felt the first throb in him, and pulled away so I could watch him grow and stiffen. Applying a kiss to the dark pink head, I again began to caress his organ, but with a bit of a faster rhythm. 

He grew hot beneath my hand, and continued to stretch in length. Watching him respond had taken its toll on my own body, and I could feel my own need growing within me. I leaned down again to kiss the tip of his throbbing organ, and gently took it into my mouth, letting myself draw him deeply into me. After one time of taking him like this, I returned to the stroke of my hand, only this time much faster and harder. I again shifted my body, straddling his leg so I could press my own dampness against him. The need of my own body grew, as I slid my opening along his leg to the rhythm of my hand on him. I felt him stir now, waking up. He moaned softly. I again licked the head of him, and tasted the first drops, warm and salty. He was close now. I moved my hand faster along his organ, and licked the head every time my hand slid down his shaft. 

He was as hard as a piece of metal now, and the veins were standing out on the sides of his cock. He throbbed more beneath my care, his breathing coming much faster. In my concentration between his legs, I forgot the need between mine. Fully devoted to bringing him to completion, I heightened the speed of my hand. Another louder moan escaped his lips, and he began to push himself up and down into my fist, still flying over his badly swollen member as fast as I could send it. He drove into my fist harder and faster, matching his rhythm with mine. Both of us were breathing harder now. He moaned again every time my tongue touched his head, and then he stiffened. I felt his whole body go rigid beneath me, his penis growing just a tad harder than I had thought possible. My hand continued its erotic massage, and I again licked the very tip of his head. 




Eight Ball in Donna's Pocket



The first burst came just as I pulled away; a long stream of a milky white fluid that splashed against his stomach a little below his naval. And again and again and again the spurts came out of him. The second one I caught in my mouth. I savored the hot thick drink, as I let the rest splash over my hand, still stroking him, but staying around the tip. As the final burst ran through my wet, sticky fingers, I leaned over and took his now diminishing organ in my mouth, and with my tongue, cleaned all the sticky fluid off it. Smiling because it had hardened again in my mouth, I worked up his body, cleaning him off with my tongue, after which I cleaned my own hand. Lifting my body over him, I smiled down onto his pale face. He was still gasping for breath. "Good morning love," I whispered. He looked up into my shining eyes, saw me lick the last remains of his juices off my lips, and pulled me down for a long, long kiss.

Later that day when we got up to Gary's room, I calmly looked around and he got a sly look on his face. He knew what I was looking for. He showed me to a set of doors and opened them for me, and we walked outside to view the scene below. He asked me if I wanted another drink, and I said yes. He returns with a bottle of beer and we toasted to each other. As I was standing there, watching the golfers below, he stepped behind me and put his beer down. He placed his hands back on my hips and ran them under my shirt.

He whispered to me "Just act like nothing is going on. Just enjoy the sensations."

I stood there and let him run his hands all over my stomach and back. He told me to stand straight, and I did. He then ran his hands up to my breasts, and I let my head fall back to his shoulder. He whispered to me again to act like nothing is going on. So I straightened back up and let him continue. He worked his way around and loosened the straps to my bra. He asked me to take it off without taking my shirt off. I managed to do so, and handed it to him. His hands returned to me and began to play with my nipples. Very few if none of the golfers below were paying any attention to us, of which I was thankful. I heard his breath quickening and I could tell he was getting turned on as well. One of his hands then left my breast and ran up the back of my leg, under my skirt. He tells me

to lean over the railing like I was doing before. 

As I leaned over the railing, he took his hand from my breast and began to pull my thong down. He spread my legs a little bit and knelt down to begin to lick my pussy. By this point, I really didn't care who saw us. As I was leaning over the railing, he ran his tongue up and down my pussy lips, making me quiver all over. Just the naughtiness of it all had me cumming in no time. I had to bite my hand to keep from yelling out, and when he placed a finger on my clit, I almost came off the railing. He stood up then, keeping his hand on my pussy, stroking it, fingering me, getting my juices all over his hand. Next thing I knew, I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. Instead of being gentle with entering me, he slammed himself home inside of me. I let out a sharp gasp that had several of the golfers looking around.

Gary continued to pound into me and I came in no time. He felt me tightening around his cock, milking him for all he was worth, but yet he continued, whereas most guys would have come by now. I thought I was in heaven. He continued to pound into me, his balls hitting my clit and making me cum more, when all of a sudden he tells me to turn around take him into my mouth so that he can finish. I spun around and knelt down in front of him, taking a hold of his cock in my hands and began to suck on him. When I had him good in my mouth and started to get my rhythm, he let out a moan and began to cum in my mouth. I swallowed every last drop of cum he pumped out for me. I looked up at him as I swallowed the last bit, and realized we had a cheering section below. I smiled up at him, stood up, turned around and made a curtsy for the cheering section. He let out a little laugh and bowed for them also, then we escaped to inside the room for a little more fun, but more face-to-face!

That evening in the game room, after the three of us were naked, Gary and Scott said they had a special surprise for me. They took my hands, laid me on my back, extended my wrists over my head and situated me on the pool table. My butt was firmly on the bed, but my legs dangled off the end. They sat on each side of me, each taking a leg over his lap. They began massaging the leg muscles and tenderly running their fingers from the knee along the inner thigh, just to the edge of my swollen labia. This was relaxing and soothing, but also a huge tease. I moaned as I was touched so near, but never quite where it is desired. Fingers lightly tracing from my anus around and along the seam where my legs meet my torso, around my mound and back. I thrust blindly trying to find purchase, wanting to be touched there, simply needing it.

Then they drew my ankles up almost to my butt. My knees were to the side, my legs drawn up, hobbled against any possible resistance. My pussy was very open and exposed, and I'm sure I appeared both available and inviting. They set out to torture me with desire. They began at my wrists with touches, rubbing and gentle fingers worked their way down my arms, as I strained against their strong hold. My breasts were swollen, a nice handful, and were accentuated by my arched back. They proved extremely sensitive and seemed to have a direct nerve link with my clit. I found the fondling exquisite, they brought my breasts alive with massaging, cupping, tracing lines over my silky skin, and lightly drawing little circles around my nipples. Suddenly Gary took both erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to squeeze and roll them, distending them from my body.

This sent a jolt rolling over my body, and I was suddenly aflame with desire. They began to suckle both of my breasts at once. Drawing my nipples into their mouths and holding them between the tongue and the soft palette. Nursing me, and kneading the rest of the breast, as a nursing child would do. The sensation of both breasts being suckled at once sent a huge shudder through my body, and waves of incredibly sexual feelings washed over me. I writhed against their bodies and curled my hips as the suckling continued, bringing my first orgasm. As I moaned and thrust, I thought about how open and exposed I was, the fire in my loins, and the deep feeling of receptiveness fed my insane desire. They restrained me, opened me, and now I relished my ravishment. I was vulnerable and totally unable to resist any sexual advance or control this sexual adventure.

This feeling of vulnerability enflamed me all the more, the touching, stimulation and orgasm has wet my appetite. I strained against their restraining bodies, wanting the rest of this dark fantasy. I had become very wet thinking of being fucked by our friend, the idea seemed to have found a home deep in my loins. A vague but compelling interest, pure animal desire! I never gave a thought to the marvelous satisfaction of feeling a man firmly holding me and filling me with his cum. It occurred to me that I felt very receptive, and was open to almost anything at this point. But they were restraining me, and I was not responsible. I simply moaned and surrendered to them. My lips were fully swollen, a deep red, and now my vagina was opening in desire. Like my need, my milky lubrication oozed from me. My pubes were sticky with my wetness.

My swollen labia framed my slit, parted from the clit to the open mouth of my pussy, and I was moaning with desire. I would've died for a finger, a tongue, a dildo, a cock, something to fill my needs, I simply moaned, "Please!"

At that moment, the presence of a third male became known, as he stepped before my open legs. I was quite startled! I had not imagined sex with anyone but my husband and our friend. My mind reeled, all I saw was that he is huge, and so is his throbbing hard-on. I was helpless and so open! New, unknown, unexpected, very large, he approached with a look of unbridled lust. I knew he was there to give me the fucking of my life. The fantasy is now very real. I could smell his potent sexuality and knew that I was hesitant, yet somehow my body was drawn to being fucked. I simply needed to be fucked! The sexual tension, the craving had me insane with desire, but I was torn and confused about this new guy. Wavering between intense desire and "what ifs", my pussy was naturally opened, as my body craved entry, but I feared I was not prepared for his size.

My breathing quickened, as I saw him lower his huge cock toward me; it was dripping with desire, and he obviously intended to ride me bareback. I silently cried out, "Oh God! They've just given me to this horse dick!"

As his fingers began to explore my pussy, I knew I must quickly decide. I freely gave myself and my pussy to them, and they made choices, and have given me to Him, open, helpless and in heat. My needs were great! My body trembled with desire, as I looked at the three lustful men and surrendered again. His monster was throbbing and oozing pre-cum, behind it his huge balls hung low and promised volumes of cum. He took his heavy manhood and bobbed it up and down, lightly smacking my open gash, sending more shock waves over me. A string of pre-cum extended from the tip of his cock to my swollen labia, and they were in someway connected in their heat. He placed himself at my oozing opening, and my engorged lips were pushed to the side as he gained position. I felt his throbbing cock against my pussy, and sensed his virility, pre-cum was already mixing with my juices.

His size felt glorious, his throbbing was just what I desired. His masculine scent was intoxicating, he was so audacious and they so caviler. Any reserve was soon lost in the passion of the moment. Without pause he cupped my breasts and suddenly squeezed both nipples. As I gasped from the tantalizing pain, he smoothly pushed into me. I felt impaled, as his sizeable head was firmly lodged in me. This young stallion was even larger than my fuck-buddy with the large cock. I writhed from the sensational feeling of his sudden entry, his huge cock, of being opened, stretched and filled. Gloriously filled! He rode me as I bucked and squirmed, still cupping my breasts and occasionally pinching my nipples to reinvigorate my struggling. He was demonstrating that he owned my pussy and that he would fuck me at will.

My resistance melted as wave upon wave of glorious rapture washes over me from this lavishly endowed stud. The sensation of his head sliding into my tight vagina was incredible. Now I felt my hungry pussy seizing and clinging to his shaft, as it slid into me. The men invited him and are enthralled with the sight of his taking me, his powerful entry, and his dominance of my body. While they admired the sight, I could feel his cock twitching inside me and knew he was seeping pre-cum and semen into my pussy. Heavenly pleasures held me, and I was overcome and enthralled with the fulfillment I felt. At that moment I belonged to this stud. My body embraced him, and I began to instinctively milk his manhood.

He began what he came for with slow, deliberate movement. He eased back slightly, only relieving pressure for a moment, then pushed forward, sliding to greater depth. His strokes were persistent, and I was weeping, never having had such sensational stimulation. I cried out as his head firmly hit bottom, and he still had inches to spare. I shuddered and curled toward him, wanting more contact with this heavenly stallion, but I was restrained and could only take what was given. A wane smile crossed my face as I thought about what they were giving, and I was receiving. Having found my depth, he now undertook to fuck me hard. His nostrils flared as he looked deep into my eyes, his strength was obvious with every thrust. Long strokes, not pounding my bottom, but taking all of me, knowing me, pushing his manhood deep inside, making me take his fullness.

His size was simply thrilling. I was intently aware of everything happening to me, relishing every moment, not wanting the sensation to stop. On his outstroke, my muscles clung to his helmet's ridge, so my labia were drawn out and distended, seemingly turned inside out, followed with breathtaking return thrusts. I was delirious from the sensational stimulation, the feeling of being restrained, being filled, being in heat, and being fucked senseless. I surrendered while they hobbled me. They gave me to him openly and now the primal female relished his feverish thrusts, his throbbing virility. In this moment of suspended time, suspended reason, suspended restraint, I silently embraced the knowledge that he was taking me with my husband's and friend's knowledge and urging.

As his strokes pumped in and out, he moved his arms under my back and wrapped his fingers over my shoulders, placing his own restraint on me as his pelvic thrusts drive deep into me.

I was now over the top and beyond reason. His full pelvic thrusts were sending convulsive waves over my body. His head engaged my cervix with each deep thrust. He held me to him, gentle but firm, very close, our entire bodies in contact, floating, relishing the pre-orgasmic rapture. He cupped my breast while holding me close, pushing his monster in me as deep as possible. Holding it in, deep in, I shuddered, my whole body seemed to be milking him.

He whispered, "Yesss, pull me in, I'm gonna cum!"

I began to feel his cock getting bigger and harder, his orgasm nearing. All I felt was incredible fulfillment, as I absorbed his pre-climax growth, his domination of my womanhood, and the building tension of my own needs. His thrusts became short without withdrawal, and he eased deeper and I felt him engage me completely. I was his to have at that moment, even if I were not restrained, I would be his. I relaxed and accommodated him. My breath left me as I felt his head firmly press into my cervix. I sensed he was on the brink, my shallow breathing quickened as I struggled against him and vigorously drew on his cock.

I whispered, "Come for me!"

I curled into him, keeping him on center against the opening to my cervix and milking his divine cock. I squeezed his massive tool, drawing and pulling it in. My primal female craved his cum. As I curled to meet him, my vagina enlarged deep inside to receive his semen, and my orgasms began. I rocked with the feeling of his orgasm bursting inside me. The sudden feeling of warmth deep inside gave me an extraordinary feeling of fulfillment. Spasm after spasm filled me and I felt his sticky semen oozing out of me around his thrusting monster. Inside I was twitching and my cervix began dipping into the pool of cum he was depositing in me. My body was racked with spasms and convulsing, but his length and his hold on me kept him deep within my glory, and he held on until every drop had been placed. 

After what seemed like several minutes of pumping his semen into me, he withdrew, came around, and rubbed his cock head on my lips. I took him in and sucked and licked the head and top of his shaft clean. This done, he pulled his foreskin over his head, fingered my gaping cum filled pussy a last time, and with his hand on my lower abdomen whispered, "Thanks!"

The other men were insanely aroused, it was not over, and if thoughts could be heard, it would be known I was not satisfied either. Having taken him, I would willingly take whatever came next. He then worked his way up my inner thighs with his mouth and finally onto my pubes, then my labia, and finally my clit. Next he sucked and licked me to an orgasm! Each time I came, he would take is other had and insert a finger, then two then three into my pussy and stimulate my G-spot. Each orgasm became more intense, and finally he was actually fist-fucking me! Not even Scott had ever gotten that much of his hand inside of me. During this entire time, I was concentrating on my orgasms and forgot about my stallion's pleasure; however, looking over at his cock, it was fully erect from his excitement, and I guessed it was about fourteen inches hard.

After he fist-fucked me to another climax, he removed his hand and laid down on the pool table beside me, on his back. He looked straight in my eyes and said, "Well Donna, are you ready again?" 

I nodded my head and he pulled me over to straddle his thighs and grasped me around the hips. As he positioned me directly above his erection, he said, "Donna grab it and place it in your pussy!" 

I reached for his shaft and aligned his head with my now swollen lips, and we all clearly could hear a suction like plop as his head entered my pussy. He then told me to hold this position by adjusting my legs and feet, and pulled me forward to press my huge breasts and nipples against his bare chest. This felt both good and intimate, and I was totally feeling comfortable with my stud. He then pulled slowly down on my hips and I felt the tingling and stretching in my vagina and cervix, as his huge manhood penetrated my depths to the maximum. The entire shaft was not inside of me yet, but this stud gently encouraged me to rock and grind up and down for the next twenty minutes or so, until I felt his enormous testicles under my ass cheeks. 

"My God, I actually had all fourteen inches inside of me and didn't hurt at all!"

Mr. Monster cock said I didn't give myself enough credit for my attributes and athletic body, and said all a large man needed was a woman who was willing to slowly adjust to the size and girth. As he pumped me full of his cum, he kept saying again and again how wonderful it felt and how marvelous a body I had. 

"Donna, please thank your husband for the wonderful time and that I appreciate his sharing his marvelous wife!"

I later learned that the stud was named, Steve, and he was a former classmate of Scott and Gary. He was an athlete and received the name of "Horse Dick" in highschool. Gary had run into him and invited him to his cabin for the weekend to share some hot married woman's pussy. Gary apparently had told him about our past parties and had shown him nude photos of me for his approval. That night I got the party of my life, and it was several days before my pussy contracted to normal and stopped oozing semen!  



Eight Ball



When Jim was ready to cum, he put her back on the table and supported himself on his arms, ramming her hard enough that I wondered if it would leave bruises (it didn't). He snorted as he emptied himself in her and Joan had another orgasm. He kept pumping into her until he was drained, then rolled aside to cheers.

"Who's next?" he asked as one of the other men moved into place.

Joan simply raised herself on her elbows so she could watch the second black cock of the night slide easily into her already stretched and lubricated pussy. One of the others kneeled next to her and pulled her mouth to him. Joan eagerly sucked him as she was being fucked, her moans audible even over the meat in her mouth. The second guy didn't last very long and he was soon adding his cum to Jim's filling her pussy so that it began to run out and stain the table.

Joan increased her suction on the dick she was working on, and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum, most of it swallowed, but some dribbling down her chin. Before the last two guys went, somebody threw her a towel and she cleaned herself up a bit before crooking a finger at them and getting up on her hands and knees. "Come on, guys, you're next," she crooned, running her tongue over her lips.

They needed no further encouragement. One entered her pussy from behind and the other kneeled in front so she could work on him with her mouth. The crowd began clapping in rhythm and the men picked up the beat, the one behind her slapping her ass in time to the crowd's noise. I couldn't be sure, but I think Joan had at least one more orgasm while in this position.

The rest of the party was people pairing up for sex. I did get to fuck Lisa, and she was every bit as exciting as she looked. Joan rested up after her gangbang, though she took a few more hits on the pipe. It revived her enough so that she took on Jim and one of his friends again before we went home. By that time, it was well past dawn.

This is the most vivid memory of our marriage, a night I will never, ever forget. It turns out that Alisha was not kidding. Joan told me that by Wednesday the following week, she had been propositioned by fifteen of the guys at work, all of them making it clear they knew what had happened at the Christmas party. Joan slept with at least ten different guys over the next year or so, the wildest time being when she was invited to a party the security guards were giving when one of their number was going to a new job. That party was in the basement of the hospital right after work, and Joan ended up getting fucked three times and giving a half dozen blow jobs before they would let her go to her car. She did get something of a reputation for being pretty easy, and she had sex many, many times with guys she knew at work. 

Those were good times.



Eight by Eight



Stuck inside the tiny eight foot by eight foot cubicle, John counted the hours until the day ended. Each day he would drag himself through the maze of "offices" in the second floor "cubicle city" which was identical to the third floor "cubicle city" and the fourth floor, and the sixth, seventh, eighth... after that, he just assumed they were all the same.

He had moved from a twelfth floor office with a view to a second floor cubicle, where, with the help of a periscope, he might catch a glimpse of a window. The entire area hummed in a combination of buzzing from the fluorescent lights, the constant ring of numerous phone calls, muffled conversations from a dozen different sources and the clang and clatter of the never-ending, ongoing renovations.

Renovations! John wondered what was next, six by six cubicles? He also wondered whatever happened to the people who were originally located on the second floor, before the downsizing. Perhaps they ended up in the basement, peeking up to the first floor like moles, blinded by the daylight.

The only saving grace John could salvage from this job was Nan. John didn't really know Nan, they had never met and besides a quick glimpse of hair over the top of a cubicle, he had never seen her. Although he didn't know Nan, he did know that she had just recently come out of an ugly divorce, that her ex got most of everything, including custody of her two boys and that her lawyer, in spite of her sleeping with him, was badgering her for his payment.

John also knew that Nan, stinging from the treatment she got from her ex and then her lawyer, had pretty much sworn off men for now. At least according to what she told her second best friend, Marcy, of course she'd never tell her best friend Ellen this, especially the part about the lawyer.

John also knew, that although Nan had given up men for now, she still loved looking up at a man's face as she sucked his cock and if she ever met a man who could properly eat her pussy, she'd marry him right then and there. Being a real lover of cunnilingus, John wondered how Nan would rate his technique. Of course, given the fact that he had done it only once, to a woman so drunk she damn near pissed on him, he'd probably fall short of Nan's expectations.

Never considering himself a voyeur, he knew that Nan wore a 34 B size bra, that her hair wasn't really the deep auburn he had once caught a glimpse of, and that her periods were regular almost to the hour. She preferred sleeveless blouses, but wore a sweater at the office because of the "over-enthusiastic" air conditioning system. Her secret fantasy was to back some strange man into the corner of an elevator, unzip his pants and give him a slow, wet blow job.

After overhearing that last bit of information, John really missed his twelfth floor office. Each day he entered the building and headed for the stair, wondering what it would be like for Nan to back him into a corner and even better, for him to return the favor to her. He learned to carry his computer bag in a way that concealed his erection, at least until he could slip into his eight by eight. Of course, it didn't end there because Nan normally arrived in her cubicle shortly after John did and within minutes she was on the phone. Just hearing her voice was enough to excite him and if she happened to begin talking about her ancient sexual encounters, he found he would have to rush to the restroom and flog his aching log.

Unfortunately, his quick excursions to the restroom, although stress relieving, were not very satisfying. Quietly stroking himself in some baked enamel three by five stall lacked the intimacy he so voraciously craved. It was during one of these wank jobs that John came up with a grand plan to properly consummate his relationship with Nan and that evening he rushed home, went on the internet to order a few supplies and, worked up by the thought of his plan, he jacked off, watching his cum ooze out onto his stomach as he lay in his bed.

Within a week, John had received his supplies and carefully arranged them in his pocket, so he would slip into the office without the odd bulge being noticed. Fortunately, his practice hiding his erection aided him as he slinked into his cubicle. He was only there a few minutes before Nan arrived and began her phone conversations.

Although the first few short conversations were fairly dull, he soon was listening to a detailed description of how she shaved the delicate skin along her bikini line. He listened hungrily to the inch by inch description until he could bear it no longer and he rushed to the restroom.

Once inside the tiny stall, instead of whipping out his wang and zinging it, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He carefully opened the foil packet, placed the un-lubricated condom on his leg and then reached back into his pocket. He carefully removed the tiny vibrator he received in the mail.

Designed to be used on the tongue, John figured, with some careful arrangement, he could loop the vibrator to his cock, just under her head to his most sensitive spot. Once he put the vibrator in place, he carefully unrolled the condom over the vibrator and down the length of his cock.

The particular model of vibrator he purchased was controlled by a wireless remote, which allowed a variation of speed without the need to have a wire hanging out of the wearer's mouth. It worked perfectly for John's application. He slipped his cock into his pants, zipped up, flushed the toilet and headed back to his cubicle.

It wasn't long before he heard Nan's sexy voice. Even though the first few conversations she had were surprisingly work related, John had worked himself up by clicking the vibrator on and off as he just listened to that voice. Although it was nice feeling that sensation just hearing her, he wanted more, so he waited through several more conversations, even one where she talked about getting her breasts mashed during a breast exam at her doctors. Finally he hit pay dirt when she called her friend and talked about meeting with her lawyer in an attempt to finalize her divorce.

Nan began the conversation with some of the legalese, but soon diverted to what she did for the lawyer in lieu of payment. When she first described how she wore a short dress with no panties to the meeting, John immediately turned on the vibrator on the low setting. He then quietly moved closer to the cubicle wall so he could hear her whispered conversation.

"It was all business until I asked about his fee and walked around to his side of the desk. I sat on the edge of the desk, hiked up my skirt and spread my legs. Now he was a bit reluctant to negotiate until I slipped my finger inside myself and then slid it up, smearing the wetness all over my clit. Unzipping his pants, he had reduced his price by half, but I just continued, alternating between my clit and my wet cunt."

John kicked the vibrator up a notch, hoping the mild hum would dissolve into the ambient din of the office. He could feel a wonderful sensation though the length of his hard cock and while he listened, he reached up and teased his nipples through his shirt.

He continued to listen to her whispers. "Negotiations intensified when I slipped two fingers deep into my pussy and then held them to his lips. Sucking my juice from my fingers, he agreed that his fee would be zero, so I leaned back while he buried his face between my legs.

Lapping me like a dog really got him going and although he was not very good, his intensity turned me on, so I began rubbing my clit to give him a hand. Now Marcy, that really turned him on, seeing me diddling my clit while he ran his tongue up my slit. But just as I was getting close, that pencil dick stood up and started poking his cock at me. Giving up on his oral escapades, I just spread my legs wider, scooted my ass to the edge of the desk and let him shove it in."

Picturing Nan's well trimmed pussy, John kicked the vibrator onto high and oblivious to the distinct hum, he leaned, just inches from his cubicle wall and strained to hear. He felt his hips move as his cock vibrated inside its latex sheath.

"I tell you Marcy, I don't know why I ever bothered to sleep with this fuck, after shoving that skinny dick into me, the son of a bitch came and pulled his cock out of me. Without even a though(should this be thought?) for me, he quickly zipped up his pants and pulled me off his desk. Shit, I had his disgusting jism running down my legs as he walked me to the door..."

Hearing the description of the cum running down Nan's legs, John shot his wad into the condom. Immediately clicking the vibrator down to a pleasant whir, he focused on the rest of Nan's conversation.

"...ran to the restroom to clean that slimy goo from my legs. And you know what Marcy? That prick had the balls to send me a bill for the finalization. I had to threaten to go to his wife, she's another lawyer, before he agreed that the bill was taken care of."

John quickly headed down to the restroom, locked himself in a stall and unraveled his softening cock. Thinking of his cum running down Nan's legs, John cleaned himself up, flushed the toilet and then walked back to his eight by eight cubicle. As he walked past, he dared a quick glance into the adjacent work area. He smiled as he caught a quick glimpse of Nan's beautiful auburn hair.



Eight Candles for Eight Rides



*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author.*

Special thanks to my "partner in crime" (and other things,) author NotReallySure.

*

Deuce opened the simple blue card to find a pair of Disneyland tickets inside. He looked up at his girlfriend, Rachel, with a big smile on his face. "Baby, it's only the first night of Hannukah! You should be saving the big presents for later!"

"Oh, believe me, the big present is coming AT Disneyland." Rachel flashed him that wicked smile that he loved, and wandered off to the bedroom. Delighted and bewildered, he followed her...

Deuce and Rachel had been together a few years, ever since their third year at college. People smiled when they saw them together. They were constantly smiling at each other, or holding hands, or in that sweet physical contact where you can just tell that two people love each other and are completely comfortable together. Deuce had a tall, rather slim build, with eyes that never seemed like they could choose whether to be green or brown or blue. Rachel was shorter and curvier, with brown hair and blue-shaded eyes as ever-changing as Deuce's. He appeared rather quiet and serious; she was smiles and light. He was Orthodox, she went with whatever made her happy. He'd always been a bit on the conservative side sexually, but Rachel brought out a creativity and adventurousness that he never knew he had.

The day Rachel picked for them to go to Disneyland started dismally. Thunderstorms, pouring rain the whole night before and into the early morning. It was still raining when they left Rachel's apartment to go to the park. "Are you sure you want to go in this? Half the rides will probably be closed," Deuce said, trying to be practical.

Don't worry, the rain will drive the locals away and we'll have the park to ourselves. Couldn't be more perfect for your last present."

Rachel was right. The steady rain lightened to a light drizzle. No hope of sun, but that was okay, Deuce always felt like Rachel was all the sun he needed. The park was near deserted. Of course, the fact that it was a weekday in winter helped. They parked the car and took the tram into the park. "Our first ride, " Deuce joked.

"But not your last," Rachel replied, kissing him as they sat in the tram, tucked up close to one another.

They entered the park and walked up Main Street, looking at all the holiday decorations. Without thinking about it, they walked across the drawbridge and into Fantasyland. "Where to first?" Deuce asked.

"Let's go walk through Sleeping Beauty's castle. It will be nice and dry in there."

"The castle, really? Is there anything besides the little shops?" Deuce asked, thinking Rachel would want to go on some of the bigger rides.

"Yes, silly. This is what you get for coming with an OC native -- lots of little secret places to play today." Rachel said. Deuce wasn't sure why she was so mysterious today, but just decided to go with it.

Rachel turned and sashayed up the stairs just inside the entrance. They read the first tableau together, and then Rachel walked up the next flight of stairs ahead of him. Deuce hung back. He loved watching Rachel walk up stairs, her hips slightly swaying, ass bouncing as she moved. Today she was wearing a pea coat that seemed to fit and flair perfectly along her curves. Her skirt peeked out just a couple inches below the coat, giving way to her sleek legs. For not the first time today, Deuce wondered why the hell she would wear a skirt in this weather. Not that he was complaining, given the view above him.

"Coming or just admiring the view?" Rachel joked, tossing her bangs aside as she looked back at him. Deuce shook his head and followed her upstairs. "Definitely admiring the view," he laughed.

Deuce kept pausing to read the pages of the story, and falling behind. He was listening to the song "Once Upon a Dream" and realized that Rachel had been out of sight for a bit. He walked down the corridor, and after not seeing her anywhere, turned back to find her sitting in an alcove quite out of the way.

"I love this song," she said, standing and pulling Deuce up against her. Before he knew it, they were quietly waltzing in the alcove, as perfectly adorable as Princess Aurora and Prince Philip could have ever been. Well, until Rachel pulled Deuce tighter and put her hands under his jacket, and he instinctively let his hands roam lower along her back...

"Have you never thought about making this the happiest place on earth?" Rachel whispered in his ear mischievously.

Deuce pulled back and looked at her, slightly surprised. Was she suggesting...before he could finish the thought, Rachel kissed him, deeply. Deuce opened his eyes for a second, confirmed there was no one in sight, and dove into her kisses.

Deuce loved kissing, and he especially loved kissing Rachel. At first their kisses were sweet and soft, her lips gently seeking his. The smell of her skin and hair drew him deeper in. Then lips parted and their kisses became more passionate, tongues wrestling, trying to taste and kiss every corner of her mouth. Deuce moved his hands to Rachel's front, wanting in her coat the way she was in his jacket. Instead, she broke off the kiss, laughing to some joke in her own mind.

"Hey there, we still have all day! Besides, it's Hannukah; you have at least seven more rides to go."

Deuce tried to get his breathing (and other parts) under control. "AT LEAST seven??" He thought to himself. "Not sure I'm going to last even one." This was going to be a long and interesting day.

But Rachel had one more piece of business to take care of before leaving Sleeping Beauty's Castle. She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a box of little colored wax candles.

"What are you going to do with those?" Deuce asked, although he already had a premonition.

"It's Hannukah, silly. Eight rides, eight candles!" she replied. She took out one red candle and put the rest of the box back in her bag. Placing the candle on a ledge in the darkened room, she looked around to make sure there was no one in sight - this would not be the last time that they would be glad that Disney had relatively few visitors this day - and pulled out a lighter. Flicking it on, she quickly lit the brightly-colored candle. She grabbed Deuce's hand and ran out, leaving the little candle burning brightly in the darkened corridor behind them.

All thoughts of Princess Aurora and the Evil Maleficent were driven from his head as he ran after Rachel back out into the daylight. The skies were threatening, but the rain had stopped. He caught up with her and grabbed her hand, raising it to his lips. Resisting the impulse to suck a finger in, he kissed it and said, "You're absolutely crazy! But I love you anyway. So where to next, fairest maiden?"

Deuce had visited Disneyland several times, but he was nowhere near the "park maven" that Rachel was. And even if he had an idea, he knew that it would be foolish to even suggest where to go next. Rachel always had a plan - there was a right way and a wrong way (no, many wrong ways) to spend a day at Disneyland, and she was the unchallenged expert. Especially today - she clearly had planned this out in advance.

Rachel laughed, knowing exactly what was going through his head. "Let me see, so much to do and so little time. What shall we do next....."

She saw the look of doubt pass over his face. Deuce was so much fun to tease - he was an easy mark. She decided (this once) to take him out of his misery a bit quicker than usual. "Of course I've got it all planned! Did you really think otherwise? Now it's time for us to go flying with Peter Pan."

The ride was just a few steps away. And there was no line at all - just a few people getting into the "boats" as they pulled up. The bench seats were wide enough for three to squeeze in. Deuce and Rachel were just two, but they squeezed together anyway as they sat down, Deuce's arm reaching around Rachel to pull her to him.

Deuce's dirty little secret was that Peter Pan's Flight was one of his favorite rides. The animated scenes that the riders "flew" through were pretty cheesy by modern standards, but there was a minute there near the beginning where the pirate ship seemed to take off and fly over a nightscape with shining stars, and the illusion of flight never failed to impress.

He was still immersed in the effect when Rachel turned to him and stuck her moist tongue in his ear. "Hey, lover, what about me?" He was suddenly aware of Rachel's bare leg pressing against his.

They were in a dark place, secluded in their own little boat, hidden away from prying eyes (who would be focused anyway on the scenery unfolding beneath them.) Deuce felt a distinct stirring, as his prick came to life. He shifted his hand downward to free his penis from its bent position, allowing it to inflate slowly under less confining circumstances.

Rachel laughed as she felt him shift, knowing exactly what he was doing. "So what have we here?" she purred, sliding her hand over his crotch to let her fingertips dance across the tented front of his pants.

"Oooooohhh", he moaned. This was getting out of hand (quite literally). He knew that he had to distract Rachel, or he would be lost right then and there. Besides, this was way too fun to let it end so soon. He shifted around in his seat, sliding his other arm around her sweet neck, and pulled her face to his. His lips found hers and leveraged hers open, sliding his tongue in to taste the juices already gathering. Rachel moaned into his mouth, the vibration running down his spine and directly into his hardening cock. Her tongue dueled with his just as they passed Peter Pan sword-dueling with Captain Hook.

Rachel retained just enough presence to recognize that they were nearing the end of the ride. She broke away from his suctioning lips, gasping; "We're almost there! Have to light the candle...."

She pulled out her bag and took a green candle out of the box. Wedging the base of the little candle between the top seat cushion and the rear of the boat, she took out her lighter and flicked it to light the candle just before the ride exited into daylight. As the boat slowed, he grabbed Rachel's hand and they leaped off the ride together, walking swiftly out the exit.

The empty boat trundled forward to pick up its next passengers. As the people got in, they noticed the little candle burning. Being first-timers at Disney (imagine that?), they figured that this was all part of the experience. The ride operator who helped them in noticed the candle as well, and was left open-mouthed as they vanished back into the dark of Peter Pan's Flight.

Deuce and Rachel were still laughing as they walked hand in hand, their arms swinging in time. Deuce looked at Rachel, loving the smile on her face and wanting another kiss on the spot. But he satisfied himself with a brush of her upper arm, leaning in to her to press his nose to hers. This day was not to be rushed, but to be savored.

"Two candles down, six more to go!" Rachel giggled. "Our next stop is Pinocchio, although it seems that there is something else growing already....."

While Peter Pan had been relatively empty, Pinocchio's Daring Journey was downright deserted. There was no line at all as Deuce and Rachel walked straight on to the ride, taking the front row of their own "wooden mine cart," with no one in the cart ahead of or behind them.

Deuce had almost managed to get himself under control between rides. But one look at Rachel's face as she sat next to him, and he was erect again. "God, you are gorgeous!" Deuce said to her, totally immersed in her smile, all but ignoring the vignette unfolding around them. Rachel looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants, and then jokingly whispered in his ear, "Are you telling me lies? Because something is growing, and it's not your nose." Deuce shook his head as she gently kissed his cheek, and then nuzzled her nose against his. They slowly began quietly, passionately kissing, each enjoying the feel of the other in the darkness of the marionette show.

Deuce slowly reached his hand inside the lapel of Rachel's coat. His hand went to the hemline of her soft cashmere sweater and lifted it up just an inch or two, exposing the smooth skin of her side. He gently stroked his fingers along her bare skin. Rachel sighed, enjoying the skin to skin contact as they kissed.

They had moved into Pleasure Island, and the sound of braying donkeys just barely penetrating Deuce's consciousness.

"Hey love, can you think of another name for donkey?" Rachel teased him, shifting so that her bottom was slightly lifted off the seat.

"Oh, I can think of one, and a sweet one at that," Deuce replied, his free hand reaching under her skirt to find...nothing. His mind raced, "Nothing?!?" Surely she had to be wearing...

His hand slid along her smooth tush. Before he could make it near her crack, she sat down, trapping his hand under the firmness of her cheek. He couldn't slide any further and it drove him slightly crazy. Was she wearing a thong or nothing at all? She normally wore cutely patterned briefs, so this was new. A thousand thoughts raced through his lust-filled mind as Rachel sat on his hand.

Rachel, meanwhile, was digging in her bag again. "A blue candle for the Blue Fairy," she announced. She lit the candle, and then bent over the side of the cart, twisting her body against the lap bar so that she could place the candle on the railing just outside of Geppetto's bedroom, as close as possible to the Blue Fairy.

As Rachel bent over, her skirt rode up, exposing her lovely pale thighs. Deuce tried as discretely as possible to bring his hand up her thigh and lift her skirt further. He badly wanted to see what, if anything, she was wearing under there. He was too slow, and obviously not as sneaky as he had hoped. Rachel swatted his hand away as she sat back down, a blue candle now glowing brightly behind them. 

"You're just going to have to wait and see...or taste," Rachel seductively said, kissing him one more time before the last set of stage doors opened and they were facing the entrance cue.

As they walked out of the ride, Deuce pleaded with Rachel, "No more Fantasyland, please? Another one of those minutes in the dark and I think I'm going to burst." He readjusted his pants, emphasizing his discomfort and strong arousal from the beautiful girl walking next to him.

Rachel laughed, lightly brushing her hand across the tent in his pants before tucking her arm in his, "I think I can agree to that request. How about Tomorrowland? Let's go see if it's dried out enough that we can go on the rocket ships!"

The rocket ships?? Deuce wasn't so sure about that one. He hadn't been on them since he was twelve years old. And the ride had gone through so many iterations that he didn't even know what it looked like now. All he knew was that going round and round in a circle was not usually his idea of fun. "OK, you're calling the shots," he mumbled dubiously.

She put her arm around him, hugging him to her. They strolled like that all the way to the entrance to Tomorrowland, synchronizing hips and legs in the way that only lovers can. They arrived there to find that, in its latest iteration, it was now called "Astro Orbiter", and was really a kids' ride, starting off on the ground level (instead of riding an elevator up like before). The two-person "rockets" were more sized for a pair of children, or at least an adult and a child - they were a tight squeeze for two adults .

They waited for the ride to stop and the few children onboard to exit, and then walked into the circle and picked a rocket. The ride operator gave them an odd look, but since there was no one else in line, he kept his opinions to himself - he figured that they were "newbies" who didn't know any better. Deuce caught the look and tended to agree.

He changed his mind when they slipped into the rocket. He stepped in first, settling himself at the rear with his legs outstretched and spread before him. He held up his hand and grasped Rachel's as she stepped into the car, sitting down between his legs and stretching hers out in parallel with his. Her smooth legs felt REALLY good against his. Then his eyes opened wide as she reached behind her to pull up her skirt.

"What the...?" he spluttered, and then the rocket started to move.

Rachel pulled back on the "stick", causing the rocket to rise to its full height and placing them high above the crowd. Deuce found himself instantly hard, with his cock tenting the front of his pants. Fortunately, his prick had been tilted up in his pants, so that it could expand freely upward. The force of the ride pressed Rachel's back into his chest, but it wasn't his chest he was feeling. His cock aligned perfectly with her ass, riding in her crack like it belonged there.

One part of his mind suggested, "I think she may not be wearing anything underneath!" He slid his hands around her waist, lifting the hem of her skirt and sliding over her thighs, his fingers pressing between them towards her liquid center. Finding no resistance - either physically or otherwise - he let his fingers spread Rachel's unclad pussy lips and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet-smelling hair.

Deuce let his fingers move into Rachel's sweet spots. Even with the acceleration of the rocket, he knew just how to turn her on. The previous rides had obviously been getting to her, too, as she was wet beneath his fingers. With one hand he gently stroked around her clit, pressing it against her pelvis, and pulling her even closer against him. With the other he quickly slid two fingers into her pussy and began curling them within her, knowing that the ride was short and he needed to make her come quickly. 

Rachel felt stars exploding, and they were not the ones in the ride. She ground her ass back into his crotch, feeling his rigid cock slide up and down within her ass crack. The tip of his cock caught momentarily in her puckering asshole, doubling the pleasure that she was getting from his wandering fingers. Her mouth fell open, panting desire with every breath, matching his hot breath on her bared shoulder.

The two of them were so far gone that they almost missed when the ride started to slow down. Deuce felt himself pulsing with pre-cum, knowing that he was only seconds away. But Rachel slid forward slightly, breaking the delicious contact. Panting, she gasped, "Not yet, darlin!"

The ride was already slowing to a stop. There was no time to light this candle - Rachel reached into her bag, pulled out an orange one, and left it tucked into the front of the rocket. They exited with shaky legs - first Rachel, who then held out a pretty hand to help Deuce climb out, too.

The ride operator saw their legs wobble, and thought that they looked like they were a bit dizzy from the ride. But as they exited past him, he caught a whiff of something - a pungent odor which seemed completely out of place. Deuce and Rachel were gone, vanishing into the crowd, before he realized what it was. He grinned to himself, thinking "Good for you, dude!"

Rachel managed to regain her composure relatively quickly. She intertwined Deuce's fingers in hers and began to lead him towards the back of Tomorrowland. However, Deuce was having a very hard time regaining control of himself. He was barely able to walk, let alone get his thoughts in order and pay attention to where they were going. He had been so close to cumming! Even the friction of his underwear gently rubbing against his shaft as they walked was maddening. Deuce stopped and pulled Rachel against him before he came in his pants from the sensation.

"My sweet, can you feel how hard I am? I want you so badly right now it hurts. I really don't think I'm going to last through eight rides," Deuce whispered in her ear through clenched teeth, wincing slightly as he held back his orgasm, his dick still throbbing in his pants. "I've barely got control of him now, and it's not like I brought a spare pare of pants..."




Eight Candles for Eight Rides



Deuce pulled back from Rachel and looked at her, waiting. Oh, how he wanted to be in her right at the moment, regardless of the cameras and tourists around them.

"Hmmm, well, I don't know." Rachel started, but the look on Deuce's face, combined with the fact that she could see the bulge in his pants twitching, quickly stopped her teasing. 

"Shhhh, darling, I'll stop teasing. You took care of me on the last ride. I'll take care of you on the next one." Her first thought was about how badly she wanted Deuce inside of her, to cum again with him, but she pushed that to the back of her mind. She had a plan, and when Rachel had a plan, there was no stopping her.

Instead, they slowly walked to the back of Tomorrowland, towards Autopia. Rachel walked alongside Deuce, specifically not touching him, but it didn't help much. Deuce could always sense when Rachel was there, the warm feel of her thoughts alongside his. The fact that he could smell the sweet smell of her hair and the delectable scent of her pussy was driving him wild, even without touching her or looking at her. 

There were a few people in line, but not too many, given that a light drizzle had begun falling. By chance, they received the last car in line on their turn. Deuce, ever being the gallant gentleman, took off his bomber jacket and spread it along the seat before they got in, wanting to keep this beloved nice and warm. Rachel smiled at him and gestured that he should get in first and "drive" their little car. They strapped in and waited their turn. Deuce was still half-erect, which got a very knowing look from the ride operator when he checked their seat belt. Deuce's face flushed, and he felt more than slightly embarrassed as he pushed on the gas pedal and drove him and Rachel down the landscaped track.

As soon as they rounded the first curve, he felt Rachel's warm breath against his neck, and then her lips, softly kissing and nibbling along his flesh. He sighed, and let go of the wheel with one hand, wanting to hold her closely against him. Rachel took his hand and placed it back on the wheel.

"Don't forget the first rule of driving, my love: always keep your hands on the wheel." Rachel teased, licking and nibbling his ear in between words.

The feel of her mouth along his ear was all Deuce needed to get hard again. He felt her hands move along his sides and down his hips, then across his thighs. He looked down to see what she was doing and...

"BANG!" He crashed into the curb, as he saw that Rachel was reaching for the zipper of his pants. She reached up with one hand and caressed his chin, moving his head back up.

"You forgot the second rule of driving: keep your eyes on the road. You need to be careful. Another crash like that and you might get hurt" Rachel teased, lowering her head so she could gently bite the head of Deuce's cock through his pants.

Deuce was at once thrilled and terrified. He knew, for all Rachel's teasing and her amazing skill, that if he didn't pay attention there might be an "accident." At the same time, he was barely able to focus on the road, and knew that she hadn't really gotten started.

Deuce felt a tug at his hips, and without looking down, shifted himself forward on the seat. He heard the sound of his belt buckle, and then of the zipper of his pants being slowly lowered. He couldn't tell if Rachel was using her hands or her teeth -- it felt like her head and hands were at once everywhere on his thighs and crotch. Then he felt cool air along his shaft, and knew it was Rachel's hands that had spread the hole of his boxers, as it was her tongue that replaced that chilly feeling, warm and wet, licking his cock like it was a popsicle.

Rachel used her mouth to suck Deuce right out of his underwear. She began sucking on the head of his cock, her hands just barely resting on her thighs. This was enough to make Deuce want to come. He briefly considered it, cumming in her sweet mouth, ending the ache of his tightening balls. But he realized that if he came now it would be OVER, and Deuce did not want this feeling to end, not yet. Instead, he tried to focus on the scenery around him: the car park with the cute fountain of two cars kissing, the monorail track overhead. He even tried to identify the trees and plants around him.

But then Rachel began using her hands -- oh, her hands! The soft, smooth skin of her palms pressed against his balls, rubbing them and caressing them. The tips of her fingers moved further back, sliding along his crack before making sweet little circles around his puckered asshole. Her touch was terrific, maddening, and wonderful. The car began to drift, but Deuce caught his error and corrected their path before he banged into the curb. The monorail appeared in his peripheral vision, the sound of the motor loudly concealing the rhythmic slurping of Rachel on his cock.

"Rach, aren't you a little worried about being seen? There are a few other cars and the monorail..."

Without pausing her ministrations on his cock, Rachel reached back, grabbed the scarf that was wrapped around the lapel of her coat, and pulled it over her head. In an instant, she was a sexily bouncing pile of plaid scarf and dark grey coat; nothing more. 

But oh, she was so much more beneath her winter clothes! Her breasts were pressed against the outside of his leg. Deuce could just feel her nipples hardening against his thigh. Her mouth was working in earnest now, bobbing firmly up and down his shaft, her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. She moaned in delight, and Deuce was barely able to contain himself.

"Baby, I'm really close. Oh, god help me, you feel so good. Rachel, Rachel..." Deuce was gripping the wheel hard, just on the edge of orgasm.

Rachel could feel Deuce's balls tightening under her palms. She also noticed the car bouncing from the "off-road" section of the track, and knew the ride was coming close to an end. She needed to put him over the edge, and soon. Rachel moved one hand off of Deuce's balls, and began firmly stroking down his shaft, then letting her fingers just barely touch him as she moved back up towards the head. Over and over, Rachel pulled him towards orgasm. She sucked on his head with renewed vigor, and moaned, "Cum for me baby, cum now!"

Rachel squeezed Deuce's shaft, and that was all he needed to cum. His body shook. He took his foot off the gas pedal and let the car stop just past a curve, shielded from the drizzle by a tree and the monorail track. He couldn't drive right now. He let his orgasm overtake him instead, giving in to the pulsing beneath Rachel's firm hand and her hot, wet mouth. Rachel's lips were firmly wrapped around the head of his cock, swallowing each hot burst of cum as it entered her throat. He felt her shift his body so it felt like she was on top of his lap, over him, covering his legs. She squeezed his cock in time with his pulses, milking Deuce as he came. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt his body relax, and removed her hand.

Deuce pulled the scarf off of her head, and took a moment to look down at his sweet girl. She was so beautiful, her hair slightly mussed from the scarf, her neck bared. He took one hand and slowly stroked her neck as she used her tongue to push his deflating cock back into his underwear. Rachel sat up as she tucked Deuce back into his pants and put his clothes back in order. 

"You should probably start driving before the next set of cars show up." Rachel said, leaning against Deuce's shoulder and putting her arms around him, hugging him to her. Deuce gave her a quick kiss, and started the car back up. By the time they pulled back into the cue of waiting cars, Deuce felt a wave of post-orgasmic bliss wash over him. He was so happy, and so much more relaxed. As they exited the car, a thought crossed his mind, and startled, he looked over at Rachel.

"What about the candle?" he asked.

"You missed it. I had it and the lighter in the pocket of my coat. As soon as you stopped the car, I managed to reach over you and put it on the side of the road. There's a bright red candle burning somewhere on the side of the track, marking where you first came today." Rachel replied, her mischievous smile emphasizing the word "first" as it crossed her lips.

Deuce missed the hint entirely, stumbling along with a silly smile on his face. He was so engrossed in the after-feeling of well being that washed over him that he didn't even watch where Rachel was leading him until they slowed down at the entrance to their next ride.

"It's a Small World?" he queried in disbelief. "I haven't been on here since I was eight!"

"All the better," giggled Rachel.

Deuce couldn't possibly resist that giggle. And now that the warm glow was starting to subside, his brain kicked into gear, looking for a way to return the favor that Rachel had done for him. Or to get even (which would be pretty much the same thing, he figured....)

There was even less of a line here than at the other rides. They walked straight onto the first boat, seating themselves in the back bench. Unfortunately, at the last possible second, two little kids ran up and jumped into their boat, just as it was pushing off. Rachel frowned at the development, but Deuce hit on a way to take advantage of the situation.

As the boat moved slowly into the darkened tunnel, with the "Welcome" sign glowing overhead and the strains of "It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all....." growing in volume, Deuce asked the kids sitting in front, "Do you know what holiday this is?"

The kids were at first taken aback at being addressed directly. Seeing that they were nonplussed, Deuce didn't wait for an answer. "It's Hannukah!" he cried, answering his own question.

Sticking his hand into Rachel's bag, he pulled out the lighter and one red candle. Holding the lighter under the candle, he warmed the bottom and then reached over the front bench to stick the melted base on the front shelf of the boat.

"We're going to celebrate the traditional way - by lighting a candle," he explained. Flicking the lighter again, he lit the candle wick, and then sat back down next to Rachel. "What ARE you doing?" she whispered. "Just play along, my sweet," he said.

He could see that the kids were starting to get into the spirit of the day, so Deuce plunged on. "OK, now we have to sing a Hannukah song! Do you know any?" They shook their heads.

"I know a good one. Sing along with me!"

Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, I made you out of clay, and when you're dry and ready, Oh dreydl we shall play!

The kids soon learned the verse, and their voices joined in singing with Deuce and Rachel. Their combined voices rang lustily across the chambers as they sailed slowly through the various Disney wonderlands, drowning out the "It's a Small World" and "Jingle Bells" mash-up.

Deuce glanced at Rachel's smiling face, sitting there next to him, their bodies pressed together. They were almost at the end of the long, slow ride when Deuce saw his moment.

The children were facing forward, eyes on the shining candle and voices raised in song. Turning to Rachel, he grabbed her and pulled her to him, pressing his lips onto hers and inserting his tongue deeply inside her delicious mouth.

The kids sitting in front were absorbed in the singing, but the family sitting in the boat behind theirs was scandalized at their behavior. "What are they doing, Mommy?" asked the four-year-old. "Just kissing each other, sweetie," their mother answered. "This is supposed to be a children's ride...." their Dad muttered.

If they could have seen Deuce's hands, they would have been even more scandalized. Fortunately for all, the seat back of the boat blocked their view. Because while Rachel was distracted by the kiss, Deuce plunged his left hand under Rachel's skirt and into her crotch, and his right hand behind her and into the crack of her ass. Not wasting any motion, he plunged his left index and middle fingers into Rachel's still-wet pussy, all the way to the base of his knuckles. A bare second later, the index finger of his right hand sought out the puckered opening to her anus, and slid inside up to the first joint. He curled his left fingers, pressing the tips into the spongy surface of her cunt from the inside, and wiggled the tip of his right finger to expand her loosening asshole even further.

Rachel was overwhelmed at the sudden assault. The kiss had caused her eyes to widen in surprise, but the sudden assault on her nether parts caused them to go glassy. There was no time to think about where she was, or what they were doing. Her eyes closed, and she saw stars. She shuddered into the fastest orgasm that she had ever experienced, groaning deeply into his mouth. The boat shook with the aftershocks, as they emerged into the light, signifying that they were almost at the end of the ride.

Deuce reluctantly broke the suction of their lips, and Rachel gasped for air. He smiled at the children as they turned around to say goodbye.

"What's wrong with her?" they asked, noticing that Rachel was gasping and trembling.

"Nothing much," he said. "She just gets a bit seasick on boat rides." Deuce licked his fingers, staring into Rachel's eyes, which caused her to experience another aftershock.

The children seemed to accept the odd explanation. "So what about the candle? Are we just going to let it burn?"

"Sure, they always do this at Disneyland on Hannukah," he replied.

Rachel had recovered enough by now to catch her breath. She stood up to get out of the boat. "So long, kids!" she mumbled. Deuce noticed her still-shaky legs, so he extended a hand to help her out.

The mother in the boat behind theirs gave them a dirty look as they exited, while the father was thinking about how he was going to find a way to get her alone on the next ride.

Deuce wrapped his arm around Rachel's waist, supporting her as they made their way out of Fantasyland. Rachel stumbled along at his side, still slightly cross-eyed. Deuce was pretty sure this orgasm had hit her harder than the last one, but not like when she really got going and became a crying, laughing, trembling mess. There were tears at the corners of her eyes, though, and Deuce paused for a moment to kiss them away.

"Haunted Mansion sound like a good seventh ride, love?" Deuce gently asked her.

A big smile lit up Rachel's face. "That's exactly what I was going to suggest next! Want to sing "Deck the Halls" with the carnivorous plant?"

Deuce had utterly no idea what she was talking about. The last time he had been in the park was before The Nightmare Before Christmas had been overlaid on the ride for the holidays. He knew Disney changed it this time of year, he just didn't know how.

Sure enough, there was Jack Skellington and his crew. "This might be my favorite ride, at least this time of year," Rachel stated as they walked up to the mansion, giggling at the names on the tombstones along the way. 

"Where is I. M. Horny?" Daniel jokingly mused, nipping Rachel's ear.

Rachel and Deuce walked into the elevator shaft with about a dozen other people and moved into the "dead center" of the room as directed. The lights went dark, and Rachel and Deuce instinctively held each other close, watching the vignettes unfold as the room grew longer.

"You know, there's a part of me that's been neglected today," Rachel coyly whispered, pressing her chest firmly against Deuce's.

"Ummm..." Deuce struggled to come up with something witty, though he knew exactly what Rachel was talking about, "Planning on flashing some ghosts?" he lamely replied.

Rachel laughed, surprising the children next to her, who were solemnly looking at the scene unfolding around them. "I'm sure you can think of something better than that," she said, challenging him. Not a challenge Deuce was about to miss. He loved her breasts. The deep dip of her cleavage, the soft flesh of her breasts in his hands, her hard nipples in his mouth. Deuce felt a stirring in his pants, but was in no mood to deal with that while they were still standing. "Down, boy," he thought to himself. Instead, he decided to tease his little vixen a bit. He moved his hand down and waited until the moment when the lights went completely dark. As soon as he heard the thunder clap, Deuce quickly reached under Rachel's skirt and pinched her bare ass. She screamed, her surprise mixed with the screams of the kids in the dark.

Both Deuce and Rachel laughed as they exited the elevator and walked to their Doom Buggy. "You timed that on purpose!" Rachel said.

"Hey, you're not the only one here with plans." Deuce replied.

"Oh, and what's your next plan, my sweet?" Rachel asked, tucking her arm inside of her lover's.

"To ravish those beautiful breasts of yours, in the most Disney possible way, of course." Deuce replied, not noticing the gloomily attired ride attendant walking their way. 

"As long as you keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times," the ride operator added to their conversation. Deuce turned bright red as they stepped into the buggy. 

His thoughts disappeared as the bar was lowered and they took off into the mansion hallway. Rachel turned, kissing him and unbuttoning her coat. Deuce quickly moved his hands inside, and then slowly lifted just an inch of her sweater. He dipped his head down, kissing the sweet skin of her side. He began moving upward, planning on kissing all over her satin-covered breasts, before Rachel pulled him back up.

"Lover, you can't stay down there. I don't think those kids need to be any more scandalized," Rachel pointed at the buggy next to them, which contained a pair of boys avidly watching Deuce's performance.

"Sorry. Let me make it up to you." This time, Deuce was a bit more discreet. He moved her coat so that it covered his arm, and then slowly made his way up her sweater. With this other hand, he traced his fingers along her collarbone, dipping briefly into her cleavage. "Better?" he gently asked.

"Mmmm-hmmm," Rachel replied, relaxing into Deuce's caresses. 

Rachel shifted so that her outside leg was now between Deuce's, her knee pressed between his. Her hand moved inside his jacket and under his shirt gently tracing along his side. Deuce sighed, enjoying the touch of her fingers against his bare skin. He continued moving his hand until it was over her breast completely. His fingers lightly tickled her breast until he found her nipple, just beginning to harden under his touch. He moved around it in slow circles, looking into her eyes, doing his best not to engage the kids' interest.

As her nipple grew, Deuce changed his approach. He ran his fingernails over her hardened flesh, coaxing a barely suppressed moan out of Rachel. He shifted his hand to her other breast and did the same, feeling her other nipple grow under his touch. The feel was maddening. He wanted bare breasts. He wanted to suck on her, to lavish kisses all over her breasts, to taste her delicious skin.

He moved her coat again, fastening one of the buttons, while pretending to enjoy the party scene and gingerbread house down below. Instead, he reached his hand into the neck of her sweater, and, as quickly as possible, pulled each breast up with one hand while pulling her bra down with the other. Before Rachel could protest, her breasts were freely rubbing against the soft fabric of her sweater, but completely concealed by her coat. 

Rachel looked down, confirmed that she wasn't "exposed," and smiled at Deuce, letting him continue his caresses. With one hand, he stroked her hair, looking like a complete gentleman. With the other, he was inside her coat and under her sweater, tugging and twisting on her large nipples, trying to stimulate every nerve ending on them. Finally, the buggy turned, moving down the hill into the graveyard. Deuce knew he'd have only a moment. He opened her coat and pulled her left breast out of the neckline of her sweater. His mouth was immediately on her nipple, sucking her hard, rolling it between his tongue and roof of his mouth.




Eight Candles for Eight Rides



Rachel grabbed the back of Deuce's head, pulling him towards her chest, wanting more. As soon as Deuce felt the buggy start to turn, he lifted his head and her sweater, letting her breast gently move back into concealment. He buttoned her coat and continued his ministrations underneath, tantalizing and teasing her.

Rachel was panting. "The other?" She simply asked.

"Not yet," was Deuce's simple reply. He couldn't say much more, however, as Rachel's hand surprised him. At some point, she had loosened his belt. She pushed her hand under the waistband of his pants and underwear, tantalizing and teasing him.

They began moving in sync. As he traced his fingers around her nipple, she would do the same around the head of his penis. When he cupped her breast, she would reach down and cup his balls. Each one was finely attuned to the pleasure of the other, barely noticing the caroling ghosts around them.

The buggy turned one final time before coming to the mirrors and then letting its passengers out. Deuce quickly moved his head down and fastened himself on her right breast, pulling her nipple with his lips. Meanwhile, Rachel did what she could to adjust Deuce's hardened prick into a better place, and then put her other breast back into her bra. Just as the buggy came upon the first mirror, Deuce lifted his head, Rachel lifted her bra, and everything was back in place. Well, almost, as both were panting and quite clearly aroused. They both thought it all too appropriate that their buggy was filled with a large candy cane, which appeared to be coming straight out of Deuce's pants.

As they rode the escalator to the outside, Deuce asked, "Where is the candle going this time?"

"At the altar," Rachel replied. She pulled out a white candle and the lighter. 

Although Deuce wouldn't have called it an altar, there was a small alcove at the top of the moving sidewalk, just before exiting the ride. Rachel solemnly placed the candle there, "For the 1,000th ghost." she declared.

Both of them stood for a moment in silence, as if they were remembering a lost loved one, before exiting the ride. Then Deuce flashed Rachel an evil smirk, and she giggled in response, breaking the pretend-somber mood.

Deuce's face turned serious. "I need you," he said to Rachel.

"I need you, too. And I think our last ride is the best option for that." Rachel pointed, and Deuce looked up. Pirates of the Caribbean, of course! The ultimate slow, dark ride. Now if only they could get their own boat.

The line looked to be pretty short. In front of them was another couple, as tightly wound around each other as Rachel and Deuce. And then they heard the dreaded words, "You two, row two please. You two, row four." The couples looked at each other, almost angrily, and stepped into the boat.

Deuce and Rachel sat in the boat, holding hands, looking at the couple two rows ahead of them as they cruised through the bayou. At the first dip, Deuce took a chance and squeezed Rachel's breasts, going for a cheap feel. He almost laughed as he looked over and saw the man two rows forward doing the same. Then he noticed the hats on their heads - the couple was wearing bride and groom mouse ears, embroidered with yesterday's date. 

"Hey, congrats!" Deuce called out. The couple looked at them and gave a courteous smile.

"Look," said Deuce, always the negotiator, "I have a feeling you guys want to do the same thing we do. We don't mind.... [a quick glance and nod from Rachel confirmed his thought]... if you don't."

The man looked at his wife. She shook her head. She whispered in his ear. He stared at her, "Are you kidding me?!?"

The man turned to Deuce, looking chagrined. "This is going to sound ridiculous, but she says that you guys can only have sex if we're having sex, and I promised her that we'd only make love by candlelight on our honeymoon."

Deuce and Rachel burst out laughing. The wife glared at them, sure they were laughing at her. Rachel reached into her backpack, pulled out a blue candle and the lighter, and held it up so that she could see . "Will this do?" Rachel waited until they went down the second dip, melted the base of the candle, lit it, and placed it in the middle of the third row.

The husband's eyes lit up, glowing almost as bright as the candle. He stood up a bit in the boat, though not enough to attract attention, undid his pants, and looked at his wife, "Arrrr, I'm going after some booty!" he declared, and pounced on his bride. Within seconds, all that Rachel and Deuce could see of the newlyweds was a pair of black mickey ears and part of the husband's shirt.

Rachel looked at Deuce. "Hi," she softly stated, unbuttoning her coat and laying it behind her, creating a bit of a pillow along the bench.

"Hello, my love." Deuce replied, equally softly. "Still want to make this the naughtiest place on earth?"

Deuce leaned forward and they kissed. Their kisses quickly proceeded from soft to passionate. Tongues fencing more wildly than the pirates along the port, hands roaming along every inch. At this point, they didn't care about the boat behind or in front, and certainly didn't mind if any ride operators watched along on camera. After teasing, and cumming, and being with each other on so many rides, the two lovers needed each other.

Deuce removed his jacket so that Rachel could have better access to his body beneath his shirt. She happily responded, running her hands underneath his shirt, touching him everywhere, palming his nipples before running her fingernails down his chest. Deuce moaned as he tied his jacket securely around his waist, then undid his belt and zipper. He pushed his pants and underwear down out of the way, his jacket covering his bare ass. Rachel laid herself along the bench as best she could, one leg down into the bottom of the boat, the other laid along the seat. Deuce laid himself on top of her, flipping up her skirt as he did so.

With a bit of wiggling, Deuce could feel the tip of his hardened prick right at Rachel's entrance. He kissed her, penetrating her mouth with his tongue as he pushed himself into her. After a moment of erotically increasing pressure, Rachel opened, and Deuce slid into her.

Once inside, Deuce wasted no time. They had already passed the wenches for sale, and were moving towards the prisoners trying to get the key from the dog. He knew he needed to make Rachel cum at least once before emptying himself into her. He could already feel the pressure increasing in his balls, and willed himself to wait.

Deuce began to push himself deeply into her, alternating pounding fast with smooth, deep strokes. Unfortunately, his rhythm didn't match that of his partner in the second row, who from his grunts seemed to be quite close to release, and the boat was choppily sliding everywhere. Deuce changed his technique, moving in a side to side motion that pushed him deep into his partner, exploring her pussy with his cock as he did so. The movements of the boat evened out, switching to a steady rocking motion.

Rachel, however, was far from steady. "Deuce I'm so close! Fuck! Oh fuck, please make me cum!" she moaned into his ear.

Deuce looked up. They were already at the final scene with the cannons! He was never going to make it in time. He noticed that the pair in front of them were already sitting back up and putting their clothes in order. The husband was all smiles as he buttoned his shirt. She didn't look as happy, and her Minnie ears had been crushed on one side. He was humming "Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me!" At first, Rachel and Deuce couldn't tell what she was humming. Then Rachel caught it and whispered to Deuce, "It's a small world after all!"

Deuce had to catch himself to keep from laughing out loud. "Poor girl," he whispered in Rachel's delicious ear. He couldn't stop from taking a nibble.

And then, suddenly, the boat stopped. At first, Deuce thought it was a trick, or just the changing motion of the ship now that they were the only ones making love. But no, the oil lamps were burning brightly above them, the pirates continued their bickering, but the ride had quite obviously stopped. "A miracle!" Deuce thought to himself, returning his attention to his lover.

It was a good thing he did so. Rachel was on the edge. Deuce moved down and kissed her, deeply. He slid one hand under her sweater and rolled a nipple between his fingers. That was all she needed to push her over the edge. Deuce covered her mouth with his own, taking in the moans and gasps as she came and echoing back with moans of his own.

Deuce's cock started to twitch, and he felt himself going over the edge, beginning to cum as well, which set Rachel off, pushing her to an even higher level. Her body writhed under his. She wrapped her arms and legs around her lover, pulling him closer to her, deeper into her. Deuce could feel himself pulsing into her, and her body pulsing in return. He just wanted to meld with her, have every part of himself entwined with her at that moment. 

There was a sudden "clunk," and their boat began to move again. Deuce took that as a sign, and broke off their kiss. Rachel's face was wet with tears, but a huge smile was on her face. "Happy Hannukah, my love."

"Happy Hannukah, my Disney darling." Deuce replied, kneeling in the bottom of the boat so he could get his pants back over his butt.

"Here," said Rachel, handing him a washcloth. Deuce laughed - she had thought of everything, of course. He wiped himself off and handed it back to her, so that she could do the same. She moved and wiped down the seat as well, figuring that spreading cum was not appropriate behaviour at Disneyland, not that anything they had done that day was. They got themselves together, and sat up in the boat as it came around the curve.

The ride operator was clapping as they pulled up and exited the boat. The four of them suddenly realized that the unscheduled stop in the ride had not been merely a lucky coincidence. The couple in front of them turned red as beets. Deuce and Rachel just laughed. They embraced one more time, sharing a deep kiss.

They ran hand in hand out into the deepening Disney gloom, signifying that there was not much daylight left on that short winter day. Deuce already had a good idea as to how he wanted to spend the rest of that evening, tough. It involved many scented candles of a different type, surrounding a large hot-tub at the home of an uncle who was out-of-town and had left him a key (so he could take in his mail). He had some other taking-in in mind, though...



Eight Days a Week



My wife, Theresa, worked for a local dental clinic. She had Wednesdays and Sundays off. Over the years I had moved up the ladder at my company and had recently achieved the position of vice president. I couldn't help but notice that it seemed like the higher I rose and the better my title; the less I actually had to do. 

I had returned to the office from lunch and realized I really didn't have much of anything on my desk. I had a good team under me and I trusted them enough to delegate the work I was responsible for having done. It wasn't rocket science. Just hire the right people and pay them enough to keep them loyal.

As I paced across the office for the hundredth time, it occurred to me that it was Wednesday and Thersa should be home. Why be a vice president if I couldn't leave a little early from time to time? I told my secretary I was leaving and to call me on my cell if I was needed. I jumped in my SUV and headed home. As I drove I thought about how surprised Theresa would be to see me. In my 19 years with the company, I hadn't come home early more than three times, and then it was because I was so ill I could barely stand.

As I approached our house I noticed a strange car in the driveway. As I pulled in behind it I gave it another glance. It was one of those ridiculous, in my opinion, Mini Coopers. Theresa had expressed more than a passing interest in them, but I would rather be seen in one of those new VW bugs, and I hate them. I casually wondered who was visiting as I opened the front door and listened to determine which room Theresa and the visitor occupied. I heard nothing.

As I moved through the downstairs, I detected slight sounds from the upstairs bedroom area. I began to get a bad feeling as I ascended the stairs as quietly as I could. I even remembered to step over the fifth tread, which always squeaked. It became obvious the sounds were coming from the master bedroom, and it wasn't me making the sounds! In my house, that is a real problem.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar and I crept closer and peeked into the room. What I saw immediately became etched into my brain forever. I could see a medium sized guy's backside. He was totally naked. He was obviously getting a serious piece of ass. I could make out Theresa's legs wrapped around his waist with her ankles locked together. With the door only opened a crack, I could not see any more, nor did I have to see more! I pulled back and leaned against the wall, fearing I was going to either upchuck my lunch or feint dead away. As I tried to steady myself, the bastard slamming my wife started talking.

"You like my big cock, don't you slut?" he demanded. "Hubby doesn't fuck you this well, does he, slut? After I fill your nasty pussy, you'll clean my cock and suck it hard again, won't you, whore?"

Theresa would never allow that sort of speech, especially directed toward her. That much I knew. Then I heard her moan her agreement! How could the woman I knew so well do this to me? In my house? In my marital bed? With some shit-mouthed ass-wipe loser? My first instinct was to rush in and beat the shit out of the guy and then slap the hell out of Theresa.

My anger scared me. I had always been able to keep my emotions in check enough to avoid legal problems. This was one time when I was willing to face the music. Then I considered my 2 kids and my job. When I tossed her cheating ass out on the street, she would want half of everything. If I wound up in prison, I would surely lose my job and she would have everything! Somehow my brain started to function and I realized I could always find the prick and kill him and Theresa wasn't going anyplace if she thought I didn't know her dirty damn secret.

I felt I had two options. I could accept Theresa's unfaithfulness and hope it would eventually end, or I could exact some sort of vengeance. The proper choice has been debated since Adam and Eve, but I had no moral dilemma making mine. I needed time to plan. I left the house as quietly as I had entered, copied the fucker's plate number, and got back in my car. Then I did what any normal guy would do when concentration and clear thinking were tantamount. I drove to a local watering hole. 

Everything is much clearer and answers are so much more obvious in direct proportion to the number of beers I drink. I had four beers in the first hour and oddly, they didn't help, so I had a few more. It was the strangest thing. I didn't even get drunk. I just got mad. Then I got morose. Then I felt totally, completely alone.

As I sat there thinking about Theresa, I realized she had come to infiltrate every part of my being. She had been the thing that had made me complete. I couldn't blow my nose or wipe my ass without thinking how she would want me to do it. I succeeded at work largely because she had always pushed, prodded, and encouraged me to want better and to feel I could do better. She had made me feel confident and equal to any man.

The bitch had been so sneaky about it! I never actually realized she had been making me dependent on her. She was like a drug. I had always told myself I could quit any time, cold turkey. The truth was; I was addicted... to a goddamn cheating whore! Could I get a patch or something to help me kick the habit? Was there a half-way house I could use? There was probably some support group someplace where I could stand up, tell my name, and then admit I was addicted to a slut. That scenario was way too embarrassing and I quickly dismissed the thought.

I sat there and tried to think of a solution. It had to be one where the guy fucking Theresa died after his balls were crushed and then ripped from his body. Theresa had to somehow be made to feel that losing me was a bad thing. I could never physically hurt her in any way. I knew that with a certainty that prevented any contemplation of such an act. Even after what I had seen, I realized I would walk straight into hell to save her from harm.

That was the part that pissed me off so much. She had me! She had insidiously taken control of my soul. Maybe she was some sort of witch or something. I was bound more surely than if there were chains attached to my arms and legs. How the hell had it happened? Why hadn't I seen some warning signs that my will was no longer my own? Shit! I didn't even see her affair coming. I was as happy as a pig in shit, and I thought she was, too.

It became obvious that the revenge angle was not going to be simple. She could not have any real feelings for me to do this. If I killed myself she would laugh all the way to the bank. I had no real hold on her, so I was unable to make her suffer.

That was when the beer finally kicked in and clarity flowed into my brain and dissipated the fog. Revenge didn't have to be immediate to be enjoyed. Quite the opposite! It would be so much sweeter. That was when the single dumbest plan ever devised for vengeance was born. I started grinning as I realized that the brilliance of my plan was the very simplicity of it.

I decided to become the perfect husband, friend, lover, and partner. I was going to get a death grip on her soul, just like the one she had on mine. She would need and depend on me so much; it would actually hurt her when I tossed her cheating ass to the curb. I realized it wasn't the conventional wisdom for revenge on a cheating whore wife, but maybe no one ever thought of it before. I would probably be able to write a self-help book and make a fortune after I was finished.

Feeling rejuvenated, I paid my tab and headed for the door. Beer was my friend and it had come through for me again! Some jackass had placed a table right where I was trying to walk and I went ass over tin cup. After I picked myself up and assured the concerned bartender I was fine, I again headed out.

My mental clarity didn't extend to my extremities, which had lost most of their feeling. The drive home was long and difficult. I got lost once in the two block stretch from the bar to the house, but I eventually sauntered into the house, ready to begin my devious plan.

"Joe, are you okay?" asked Theresa. 

"I am quite well, thank-you, Darling. Why do you ask?" I smoothly countered.

"Oh, there a couple things, Sweetheart," smiled Theresa. "Your shirt is ripped and the ass of your pants is filthy, there is a bruise on your cheek, you are three hours late, and you are all shit-faced."

Damn, this was going to be harder than I thought! She was good, very good. My mind raced as I thought of ways to be the perfect husband.

"Would you like me to take out the garbage, Sweetie?" I asked.

Theresa gave me an unfathomable look.

"Would you rather we go to the mall and shop for some new outfits for you?"

She began to stare at me like I had three heads.

"How about we try to get some tickets for the ballet?" I quickly added. I knew she loved that.

"How hard did you bang your head, Joe? Sit down here and let me look at that bruise," Theresa insisted. 

Shit! That was how she had taken control of me in the first place, being all concerned and caring. I slumped into the chair.

Theresa went to the sink and wet a cloth and wiped my face as she examined me closely. Her touch still gave me goose bumps. Her face had a few lines, but I realized she was more beautiful than the day I married her, and she was really hot then. She had gained a few pounds, but it only added to her feminine charm. 

I felt my cock stir as I watched her move around me, checking my scalp and face. I reached out and ran my hand over her round ass. Had it always been so firm and tight? Why hadn't I noticed sooner just how sweet it was? My cock began to throb.

"I learned years ago that if a man gets banged on the head and develops a hard-on, called a priapism, or something like that, he likely has brain damage," suggested Theresa. "Let me see if you have a woody, Joe."

She slid her hands down into my pants and found a raging erection. Quickly, Theresa pulled her hand back and reached for the phone.

"I am going to call the ambulance, Joe. I think you may have a head injury. You are very hard down there and it worries me," she admitted.

My plan was fucked up already! Going to the hospital because of a hard-on seemed really stupid! I stood and took the phone from her hand. I remembered how she had her legs wrapped around some dude earlier that day and my plan dissolved. The beer was wearing off and the anger was returning.

"I thought a little slut like you would think of something better to do with a hard cock," I snickered.

"What did you say?" asked a stunned Theresa. "What did you call me?"

I am six foot and weigh in at 185 while Theresa is two inches over five feet and never gets up 120 pounds. I just picked her up and headed upstairs to the bedroom.

"Joe, you aren't well! We need to get you to a doctor," she pleaded. "Don't mistake an erection for being horny!"

I had to hand it to her. Over the years, she had given me some strange reasons for not having sex, but this one took the cake! I dropped her on the very bed on which she had played 'hide the wiener" without me a few hours earlier that day. It occurred to me she was probably worried. She knew I would find tell-tale signs of recent sexual activity on her body.

She was wearing a baggy shirt and loose fitting shorts and I just reached down and pulled the shirt over her head before she guessed my intention.

"Joe! You are hurt and need attention," she again pleaded.

"I'll show you what needs attention!" I rasped out.

I climbed on the bed and started sucking and feasting on her tits. As I bathed them with my lips and tongue, I searched for any marks, bites, or bruises. I couldn't find any but I kept looking and sucking. Theresa had stopped complaining and was making strange little noises. I knew that even if her tits were unmarked, her pussy would be puffy and probably have some cum still in it.

I popped the snap off her waistband, yanked her zipper down and pulled her shorts off. It seemed like she lifted her ass to make it easier. She must have realized they were coming off one way or the other and decided not to struggle. Her panties slid off with her shorts. I moved in close to find the proof.

I spread her legs and put my face close to her pussy. I looked and sniffed. It appeared normal. In fact she smelled pretty good. Not satisfied, I tasted her with my tongue. I knew what my sperm smelled like and thought I might discover some with just a little lick. I am not a wimp that eats other guys sperm from his wife's pussy! Again, I found nothing unusual except Theresa seemed pretty wet. I licked again. Then I ran my tongue up and down her slit. If it was there, I would find it. Now I could actually feel heat steaming into my face from her twat, but no unusual tastes. I slid my tongue inside her. Theresa let out a low moan. I spread her open with a thumb and finger and looked as I licked.

This woman was clever! I had to give her that. I found no trace of the guy that was slipping her the salami a few hours ago, but there was no soapy, 'just-washed' taste either. I felt the need to pursue my investigation, I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and really swished it around. I felt her hands clutch my hair and pull me in deeper. Then it came to me, almost literally! If I made her cum, she would push out any sperm deposited deep in her canal and I would have my proof!

To that end, I really began to work on her pussy. I sucked her clit and licked her from top to bottom and back up. I ran my tongue around her ass and then tickled her clit again. I wasn't ready for what happened next. Theresa groaned and tensed. Then her fluids actually squirted into my face and mouth. That had never happened before and as I cleaned her up with my tongue, I wondered if that was a result of her lover taking her to new sexual heights. Had he been getting the job done better than I had? I felt anger rebuilding.

I rose up and tore off my clothes as fast as possible. Theresa was still moaning and fluids were leaking from her cunt, but I saw no signs of sperm. Shit! The guy must have used a condom.

I moved up by Theresa's head and pointed my cock at her mouth. To my surprise she practically gobbled it up! Did her lover make her suck his cock? Was that why she was so hot and willing?

"Suck that cock, you little slut!" I hissed. "Show me what a nasty little bitch you are."

I had never dared talk to Theresa like that before, but it seemed to make her go berserk. She swallowed my entire shaft. Then she licked it and sucked on each of my balls. Her eyes were on me every second as she lavished oral attention to my throbbing cock. It was the damn sexiest thing I had ever seen and I soon exploded. The first round hit her in the forehead and hair as she was licking down my shaft. As soon as she realized what was happening, she slurped my dick head back into her mouth and sucked like a starving baby. I never came so hard or abundantly in my life. Theresa never let up on my cock. I never really got soft! 

Within a minute it was at full staff and I knew where I wanted it next. I flipped Theresa over, pulled her ass up and drove my cock as far into her wet, hot hole as I could. This time she let out what I felt was a scream as she convulsed around my cock. I never let up to give her time to come back down. I held her wonderful ass in my hands and I fucked her harder than I ever had before. Her orgasms were nonstop and I refused to show any mercy. 

By the time my balls started their warning of an upcoming deposit, Theresa was babbling and making weird sounds. I held her ass up and gave her my absolute best shot, ever. I never felt an orgasm as intense as that one. I held her on my cock till it wilted completely and began to slide out. Only then did I release her. 

I was shocked when my wife of 22 years crawled around and sucked my limp cock into her mouth. When she was satisfied it was completely clean, she let it slip from her lips. Then she climbed up my torso and wrapped her arms around me.

"Joe, I don't know what happened today, but you were fantastic! That was the best you have ever fucked me, Baby. Those names you called me and your intensity made me so hot, I had to do everything I could to please you, like the slut you made me," she grinned.

Then she kissed me and I held her in my arms and wondered how I could ever live without her. Then I saw the proof I had been searching for! In the corner were the sheets that had been on the bed when that shithead was fucking her. I set my trap.

"Darling, why are there dirty linens on the floor?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"I know you will be angry when I tell you, Sweetheart," warned Theresa. "Promise me you won't go out and try to beat the shit out of the guy!"

My blood was starting to boil again. Promise not to kill the piece of shit that fucked her brains out? Hardly.

"What 'guy' honey?" I cooed. I was proud of my cool demeanor, even after the effects of the beer had disappeared.

"Promise?" Theresa insisted

I crossed my fingers behind my back as I answered, "Okay, you win. I promise." I was going to kill the fucker!

"Remember I told you last week that I had to go to a seminar today on properly filling out insurance forms at work?" asked Theresa.

She told me that?

"I also made the mistake of telling Louise that I would be gone all day. You know she is having some marital problems? When I came home she was in our bed, drunk as a monkey, fucking some asshole she picked up at a bar," Theresa continued. "She brought him here so Jack wouldn't catch her.

My mind reeled. It wasn't Theresa getting fucked! It was her stupid whore sister. I remembered her telling me she had to go to some seminar. I just never paid much attention. Theresa still loved me and wasn't a slut. Then I remembered calling her one! She must have felt it was just sex talk and nothing personal. I had dodged a bullet!

"I was furious and tossed their asses out. I don't know the guy's name. So don't ask. He isn't worth your time or getting in trouble over," Theresa assured me as she stroked my cheek. "Are you upset?"

I was delirious with joy! A huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I grabbed Theresa and kissed her hard. My heart was bursting.

"You can't be responsible for every dumb trick your sister pulls, Sweetheart. I love you so much!" I murmured into Theresa's ear. 

Then I heard the words that brought me back to earth and almost ruined my night.

"I love you too, Darling. I am going to go online and order the tickets for the ballet right now!" 



Eight Heaven



Brett Bixbie is a 55 year old man, widowed for seven years and lives alone in a trailer at the back of his gas station located along the deserted Wackaroo Highway that leads to a big desert. His buddies call him BB for short. 

In or out of his marriage, BB never had an affair with any woman. Not that he was so faithful to his wife, who after marriage had given him fewer and fewer sex until it faded into obscurity, but Flingel Bunt, this place where he lives has more Kangaroos than the living souls settled in.

If ever he sees a beautiful woman, it's either she is a tourist, married and travelling with her husband and children or someone attached to a hippie boyfriend out for some adventure in this land that is called ‘The Lonely Continent' or popularly called ‘The Land Down Under' which is Australia. 

Here BB cried out of loneliness but he endured. His entertainment has been his radio, and TV, which can show only a few channels. His companions though who give him happiness are his two golden retrievers. His close relatives tend to his sheep in his little farm in Wilming, a far distance away. The income he gets from his farm is what sustains the college education of his only son Tom, who studies in Sydney and whom he sees only once a year.

When BB reached the age of 50, he stumbled upon a copy of Men's Fitness Magazine, which he raved about and began subscribing to it. For five years he followed what the magazine preaches about weight training and all those fitness jazz that now at 55, he had transformed himself from a blubbery hick to a bronze, eye-popping muscled man. Now he looked so much better than when he was 45. Long gone were his bearded face, beer gut, and slouchy demeanor. 

One hot summer day, a 4 year old dusty blue Isuzu Amigo driven by a lone woman pulled over his gas station. "Wow!" was the word that blew out from BB's mouth the moment she stepped out of the car. 

She was a stunningly pretty woman dressed in a midrib cotton top with jiggling tits and nipples pushing against the light fabric. Obviously she wore no bra. Over her mean leather cowboy boots was a billowing skirt with tiny prints. Her aviator sunglasses were as blue as her car and her long brown tresses were swept up in a ponytail, well-groomed in the front and totally undone in the back—a combination of sleekness and sloppiness but it looks supersexy. 

"Good morning Miss!" 

"Hi! Full tank please and could you please give a little check on my vehicle here ‘cos I hear funny noises underneath," she said.

"Sure," BB said glancing furtively at her assets. His bronze body was exhibited by white tank top with deep scoop neck that shows his well-carved chest. He could easily be a candidate to appear on the cover of Men's Fitness' Prime, the magazine that cater for the men aged 40 and above.

The pretty woman glanced at his tight butt underneath the well-worn Levi's jeans as he plunged the nozzle into the gas chamber. Cute. After completing the task he gathered some tools and the roller that he uses when he checks under the vehicle. She moved closer as his body rolled in and she could see the outline of his he-man cock bulging on the inner side of his jeans. He reminded her of Richard Gere because of his white hair and a fleeting resemblance to Jack Scalia. Then she excused herself to go to the john.

After about 5 minutes, BB emerged. "Just some loose parts and I've fixed them," he said as she stood watching him.

As he was about to rise up, the wind blew her skirt up giving a quick flash of her shapely legs and a bit of her white skimpy panties. Immediately his two golden retrievers walked up to her and sniffed her crotch.

"Hey, guys cut that out!" he yelled.

She giggled. "Cute dogs!" she exclaimed tapping their heads without fear

"Where you heading?" he said squinting and cocking his head to her probable destination.

"East," she answered.

"Hot, isn't it?"

"Yeah, want some cold water?" He offered.

"Oh yeah, thanks."

He cleaned his hands under the tap water and strolled inside his little office and got two cold bottled water. He came out with two bottles and twisted the cap to open one for her and they took a swig.

"Seldom one comes here that is as beautiful as you. You're very beautiful."

"Thanks." she said her eyes rolling appreciatively.

"You stay here all the time?" she asked.

"24 hours a day. I live here."

"It must be lonely out here."

"With my two dogs, I get along fine here."

"Are you married?"

"Yeah, was. I've been widowed for seven years."

"That's sad." Her eyes stared with compassion when she raised her sunglasses over her head.

BB was leaning on the side of her car and she went near by his side. She leaned her back also on the car.

Suddenly her compassion was turned into lust as she thought that this man must be so deprived of sex. Her hand touched his biceps, squeezed it lightly then it traveled across his chest, slipping into the neck of his tank top and pausing to brush his nipples with her fingertips.

"You're sexy" she remarked.

"That's for me to say to you!"

He placed his palm on her exploring hand, and without warning his other hand snaked around the back of her waist and dipped her down like in a dance. His head reached down on her and kissed her lips. He never realized how hungry he was for a woman. He kissed her greedily and she responded passionately. 

Next thing he knew, his hand was grabbing her ass then entering beneath the hem of her skirt at the back, crawling up along her warm thigh, reaching up to the sides of her underwear until he was cupping her soft mound feeling its wetness between her legs. Instinctively his fingers were pushing her underwear down. Then he knelt in front of her and she held her skirt up and he pulled down her panties but only to as far as above her boots. He was excited to see at once his cosmic or deserving gift. And so he gazed adoringly at her bare pussy, crowned triangularly by silky honey brown pubic hair glistening under the noon day sun and barely shielding the cleft. 

BB could hear his heart pounding. He nuzzled his nose at the silky down of her curly nest swirling over the soft twin lips and filling his nostrils with her natural perfume. Finally he flicked his tongue through the cleft, tasting a little bit of saltiness. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the taste and feasted over it with raw hunger. It's a cunt with a special scent—young, succulent, healthy and pampered.

His dogs aped him and started licking in that direction while he was yanking off her panties from her boots. He shooed his excited dogs away and as soon as she was free of her panties, she perched herself on the side of the hood, hiked up her legs, and spread them for him to continue his oral inclination. She was grabbing his head and hair as he burrowed himself to her cunt like a beaver, chewing her lips and flicking at her clitoris just as he had learned from reading Men's Fitness. 

"I never had so much sex licking in my life?" he said with enough time to see how pleasured she was. 

Then he pushed his long tongue right up inside her cunt hole wriggling and probing with innocent fun, as he never had the chance of doing this to his late wife – a thin waif of a woman who always insisted that they only make love in the dark.. She moaned with her head tilting back. 

"Ooh!…ooh!…ooh! I'm coming!…Yeah!…Awwwww!…shit!" She shook and came and a juicy substance ejaculated from her-- drenching his nose, lips, and chin.

"Oh, that was intense!" Her eyes were dreamy. 

He picked up her panties and wiped the cunt juice on his face. 

Finally she reached toward his bulging crotch and noticed at once a patch of wetness below the crotch of his faded blue jeans. He undid the metal button and she eased down the zipper and when the fly was opened, she took out his caramel colored cock and it was like 8 inches of throbbing meat where at the end of it dangles a strand of pre-come fluid. She slid down from the topside of the Isuzu and squatted on the ground in front of him and meditated for a minute at his straight uncircumcised cock which looked like it was carved from wood. She rolled the foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock a few times. Then she dragged it backward as hard as she could, so the head of his cock bulged out totally bare. Slowly, she pulled it forward again, and then nipped and nibbled it with her teeth. She bit it—not too hard—and stretched the skin backward as far as it would go. Then she ran her tongue tip all around, in between his foreskin and the head of his cock. 

"I like pre-cum," she said teasingly flitting her tongue on the peehole. Even in his cool demeanor, BB couldn't conceal his excitement.

She smeared his cock from side to side across her lips while staring right into his eyes daringly. Judging by the look on his face, he was in seventh heaven, or even eight heaven. She licked his cock all around, and then she took it into her mouth, as deep as she could, turning her head sideways so that he could see how it made her cheek bulge out. BB could feel his cock's foreskin unfolded deep in her throat. He never felt like this before in his life and he groaned deeply.

"Let me fuck you before I burst here and now!" She stood up and bent over on her elbows on the hood of the Isuzu. She arched her butt and perched one foot on the bumper. 

BB lifted her skirt above her hips and spread her butt cheeks. Then he slid his cock through her backdoor pussy. It was slippery, soft, and warm. Soon he was thrusting like a beast that she felt that all of her insides were being pushed by his huge cock. After several thrusts, she called him to change position. She turned over to him, raised her leg on top of the hood and then made him enter her frontally so she could see how his cock slide in and out of her. Bixbie, silent and sweaty entered her anew. This way both of them could see how their sex mingled erotically. His cock looked like a fat red rosebud with petals clinging around it, and the petals were the lips of her cunt as he slides in and out of her. She kissed him and after that he exploded, flooding her cunt with his sperm. When he pulled it out, her cunt was brimming with his sperm and her cunt juice streaming all over her bottom and he massaged the head of his cock over her clitoris until she climaxed again.

When they were through BB asked her name.

"I'm Naomi. Naomi Waltz."

"What's yours?" 

"Brett Bixbie."

She pressed her head sideways on his chest and he embraced her lovingly.

BB didn't know that Naomi Waltz is an Australian actress now making a big name in Hollywood.

* * * *



Eight Hundred Thread Count?



"Boring," I kept telling myself, "this is boring," as I looked at the clock for what - the fifteenth time? The red digital digits seemed to bore into my mind, the one actually two thin lines with a dark spot in the center, the zeroes made up of six tiny lines, almost like the eight but the very center line not glowing garish red. Eleven o'clock became eleven oh one, eleven oh two and on and on and on.

The headboard was an odd concoction of wood shapes, the pattern so large it was seemingly pattern-less unless you really concentrated on the twist and turn of individual wood pieces. It must have been really difficult to finish the wood without forming the drips of excess stain or varnish and yet even looking deep into the most intricate joints of wood showed no excess. Someone had to have spent a lot of time finishing the wood.

The sheets felt so soft under my knees and hands, I guessed it must have been three -- four hundred thread count. Hell, was that a lot? Was it really more like an 800 thread count? Who really counts them anyways? I mean if you buy the sheets and then sit down and only count say seven hundred ninety do you take them back and demand a refund.

"Well the ad said eight hundred and there's only seven hundred and ninety threads!"

"You're not supposed to count them."

"But if I don't count them how will I know if it's really eight hundred threads?"

"You feel the smoothness, the softness of it."

"Yes, but you can't really tell how many threads there are so I counted them."

"Like I said, you aren't supposed to count them, besides I'm sure it's just an average count, not exact."

"Then the ad should say the thread count is about eight hundred, instead of saying it is eight hundred when it's not. That's why I want to return them."

"I can't take them back just for that, besides, there are stains... are those cum stains?"

"They might be..."

I heard a moan and refocused asking myself, "Is she there yet?" I increased the pace of my thrusts a bit and then felt the wonderful softness of her all around me. Yes the pleasure was building, but wait, no not yet...

"Boring," I tried to convince myself, "this is boring." I stared at the clock, at the four garish red ones, actually two thin lines for each one with a dark spot in the middle.

"What the fuck?" There was a dog sitting there staring at us. "Son of a bitch," I thought to myself, but wait, no, it's just that stuffed dog I won at the carnival for her. Damn, it still was unnerving having that thing sitting there so I tossed a pillow and knocked it over.

The carnival! That was fun, with the barbequed turkey legs and sausage on a stick. The rides were crap, but hey, I did find that easy game and got to show off some. Grand prize a real looking dog... too real as it turned out.

Wait, another moan, this time she lifted her hips up to meet my thrust. Was it? Could it be? Yes, she lifted up off the bed and pushed herself against me as I thrust deep inside her. I looked down at her face, her eyes closed, her lips pulled tight as she whimpered a bit and then moaned, "Yes, yes, faster."

I quickened my pace again, shoving my cock deep into her pussy, letting myself focus on the sensation of her, the wet warmth that surrounded me, they way she now moved beneath me, lifting herself to grind against me. Yes, she was close. I could feel her nails digging into my shoulders.

Suddenly she grunted, lifted her ass off the bed and then went slack beneath me as she gasped for breath. I pushed my cock to the hilt and then paused, feeling her pussy convulse around my cock. I kept myself pushed deep inside her until I felt the pulsations subside, then I slowly withdrew a bit and then eased back into her.

She was very wet now and I slid easily in and out of her. Looking down at her face, her breasts and then down to where I could see my glistening cock slip out of her before each thrust I let myself focus on her body, on how incredible she felt and on the wonderful sensation I felt in and on my cock. It was only a few moments before the pleasure shot though me and I pushed my cock as it spurted my cum deep inside her pussy.

I then rolled off of her, gasping for breath as I glanced back at the clock. The red digits read eleven twelve. Wow a whole twelve minutes, what a man I am.

When she lifted her head and said, "That was nice want to do it again?" I simply kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep while running my fingernails over the sheets, silently counting the threads. 



Eight in the Morning



It was about eight in the morning. I snuggled into her back -- like two spoons in a drawer. Gradually I slid my hand down the silken material of her pyjama bottoms to stroke the material into the cleft of her buttocks. She responded by moving her hips towards me, drawing her knees up to part her buttocks more.

I stroked down her thighs which gradually parted to allow me to draw my hand up between her legs to stoke her love nest through her pyjamas, now warm with her moistness.

I drew my hand back to gently rub and tease her anus before sliding my hand to the top of her pyjama trousers to draw them down over her hips.

I was now able to push my fingers into her warm, silky, buttocks and slide my middle finger into her anus which was by now lubricated with the juices seeping from her vagina. She raised her knees even further up allowing me to penetrate her to the full length of my finger. She moaned softly as I withdrew it slowly before stroking between her legs to her warm, wet, pussy.

My finger felt no resistance as it slid into her waiting orifice as she ground her bum against me.

Gradually she turned onto her back such that I had to slide my hand from behind her, over her hips and down her stomach to her thick pubic curls.

I allowed my hand to linger there, enjoying the feel of her crisp curls between my fingers, finding those few, extra long hairs just above the start of her cleft. I indulged in one of my pleasures of entwining the curls in my fingers before gradually drawing the hairs up until she has to lift her hips from the bed to avoid the pulling becoming too sore. Slowly I release the hairs and she relaxes onto the bed.

My hand now slides between her thighs, gently prising open the wet cleft protecting her already erect clitoris. I tease her clit with my finger before sliding my hand further down to penetrate her waiting vagina with not one but two fingers to their full length. Now she begins to moan and writhe with every flick of my fingers in her.

Prolonging her sensations I withdraw my fingers to stroke her now swollen labia and the sensitive area between her open vagina and her anus. Again I thrust a finger in -- meeting no resistance. Her anus is open waiting for me to penetrate.

By now she wants more. I slid from the side of the bed to my knees, drawing her with me by her hips. I can now place my head easily between her wide-parted thighs. She waits -- poised for me to lightly brush my lips over her vaginal lips before flicking my tongue upwards over the underside of her uncovered, erect clit. She lifts her hips up, thrusting her wet pussy to my mouth. I lick harder before drawing her clit between my lips to gently nibble on it. Her quiet sighs of pleasure become louder, turning into moans and groans.

By now her love juices cover my mouth, moistening my chin.

I raise my head to look up her naked body -- her pyjama trousers have long since slid off her legs. Her thick bush is before my eyes as I look over her stomach to see her kneading both her breasts with her hands, her nipples fully erect and hard, the size of small thimbles. Her head is slowly moving from side to side, her mouth partially open and her skin glowing from pleasure.

I reach over her to the bedside cabinet to get her Rabbit vibrator.

"No - I don't know if I can take any more." Are the first words she moans since we started.

"We'll see." I reply, as I slow slide the phallic shaped centre of the double-eared toy into her well-lubricated pussy. One set of ears fits perfectly onto her clitoris -- the other set nuzzle at her anus.

I slide the battery control on for the gyrating cock in her vagina and increase the tempo -- she begins to writhe. I then slide on the control for the ears, their vibrations must send waves of pleasure through her as she writhes even more -- raising herself upwards onto to the Rabbit which penetrates her deeper. I move it forwards and backwards -- side to side, she is now almost screaming with ecstasy.

I slowly withdraw the vibrator and mount her sliding my erect penis into her hot gaping pussy -- but not for long -- she needs to be taken further with the Rabbit.

I resume my cunnilingus of her love nest before re-inserting the Rabbit continuing to thrust it in her until she cannot take any more. Then I mount her again for my own satisfaction.

In some ways this is an anticlimax to the sight of the Rabbit in her and the taste of her love juices in my mouth and the sounds of her coming to orgasm.



Eight In The Pink



The swinger's party in the upscale private home in St. Hubert, a suburb of Montreal, was genial, quiet, with all the guests still fully dressed. Raul Leblanc, speaking with three other men at the bar, frowned. The woman with the hottest body there, a "Dottie," according to her nametag, had politely told him "No," when he had asked if they could retire to one of the bedrooms. He had wanted to scream at her. I am Raul. I have seven inches of the best fucking cock you have ever had. 

All but two of the couples were from Plattsburg, New York. Americans. They did not understand that in Quebec, at a swinger's party, you came to fuck, and did.

Raul's lovely young wife, Betty, had reluctantly consented to attending with him. She had been with him at six other swinger parties. She had only let one man fuck her. That was fine with Raul. He did not want anyone to fuck her, but she was his ticket in the door at these small parties.

Raul, a complex man, came to these small parties because the women, being new to swinging, seldom had been with many other men. He loved to pound his cock into an unsuspecting woman; see her contortions, thrashings, feel her hands push against his thighs as his cock invaded her. 

If he just wanted a hard fuck, he went alone to the "Les Libertins" club in Montreal. Three nights a week, they had "Gang Bangs." Many of the women attending were employed escorts of individual men who brought them there to be part of the wild sex action. The club let any single man in the door who had his $115.00. 

The club had rooms for one-on-one sex. The "Gang Bangs" occurred at the motel next door.

Raul looked at the woman who had rejected him. I would love to watch several men take her down. In his mind, he could picture some of the regulars, men with cocks like his. They would surround her as she entered the room. Knowing that she spoke no French, they would ignore what she said, conversing in French among themselves, as they undressed her, lay her on the bed, with a man lying on each arm, as another prepared her cunt. When they finished with her, several hours later, she would be covered with their cum. Her pussy would be red. Her breasts would be inflamed, swollen, and she would be aware, more so then at any time in her life, that she is a woman.

Raul considered himself to be smart, even brilliant. He was wealthy. He thought to himself that he would invite all the couples to join him, as his quests, at the "Les Libertins." The cost is only twenty-five dollars for a couple. Paying for this group was only pocket change for Raul. There would be no way they would reject a free evening at a "Club." He would have his way with the haughty bitch, "Dottie," yet. Smiling, he knew that Philip, the manager of the club would arrange, after the passing of one hundred dollars to him, for anything that he wanted. 

Phillip knew Raul well. Many times Raul had taken women he had brought to the club across the lane to the motel to be "Gang Banged." In every case, it was the woman's first "Gang Bang." The men customers looked forward to the women Raul brought. They were tight, young, almost like taking a virgin.

Raul did not worry about his wife, Betty. She would settle in the main lounge. Sipping on her drink, she would, like a princess, regale the locals with her body, flirt, and even dance. Fuck a guy at an open club where someone could walk in to watch? Never happen.

The others agreed to go. He told them that the bar bill was on him. Soon they were all settled in at ""Les Libertins." Raul spoke to Phillip, as he passed money to him. "Phillip, my friend. We have here a group of very tender newcomers. Do you see the woman in the purple dress, next to the short man wearing the brown shirt?"

"Yes, she is most attractive."

"Well, yes. It would be nice for one of your girls to take her man into a room for a while. If Julian is here, he could invite her across the lane for" secession." 

"Julian is downstairs. He would love to speak to the lady, I am sure."

Both knew that Julian was so handsome, classy, and dressed so well, that he was seldom, if ever, rejected by a woman.

"I wish to join in with three others at the motel."

"Certainly, five men should give the lady a good time." 

"Raul, how about the rest of your group?"

His plan in progress, Raul cast an off-the-cuff answer, "Any of the other women that will cross the lane should be aggressively fucked. It would be a first for them all. Occupy the men with your ladies."

At any given time, there were between thirty and fifty single men in the basement who had signed up to be part of a "Gang Bang," on a woman available basis. If a woman consented to go to the motel, it was assumed that she knew what would happen. Phillip, making a judgment as to her attractiveness, age, body, and number of men waiting, would speak into an intercom; "Three men to room 232, Six men to room 387, Five men, over eight inches, to room 429. His wife, Margaret, in the basement would pick the men, who would be naked in the room by the time the woman entered.

Julian approached Dottie, just as her husband left the room with one of Phillip's waitress. It excited Dottie that her husband was going to fuck another woman. There was a moment of jealousy. No man had approached her, except that guy Raul. In front of her stepped this handsome man, wearing tight black pants with a large bulge in the crotch. He had on a silk shirt, open at the collar, which revealed a thick gold chain around his neck. Oh, I'd fuck him, Dottie thought, just as he bowed slightly, while offering her his hand. "Hello, I am Julian. Care to dance?"

"Yes, I would."

Julian winked to Phillip. Phillip spoke into the intercom. "Raul and three to room 304."

When the dance ended, Julian steered Dottie out the door, across the lane, into the elevator, to room 304. Not a word was spoken. In the dark room, Julian kissed her on the neck as he lowered the zipper of her dress. Soon she was naked. He gently entered her, entered her, and entered her, till he bottomed deep in her cunt. Suddenly, his ass became a flying jackhammer, pounding deeply into her. Four other men walked out of the bathroom. 

Wide eyed, Dottie, looked at the men, naked, with their cocks in their hands. She stiffened. Men were now by her sides, fondling her breasts, controlling her arms. She was slid to the end of the bed, after Julian shot his load. Raul lifted her ass in the air as he thrust his cock deeply in her. Her back arched, with just her shoulders touching the bed. He buried all his cock into her pussy as hard as he could thrust. She tried to turn, to sit up, but he controlled her body. Her cunt was his to enjoy. "Say no to me?" Thrust. "Take that" Thrust. 

Her body got red; she squirmed, as her breasts flailed. It had just started for Dottie. Raul cum. He was enjoying this. A half hour late, he phoned Phillip. "We need more cocks in 304."

Several of the other women from the original party either ended up in one-on-one rooms, or to the delight of Phillip, the motel. The reports that Phillip received all said that they were as enjoyable fucks as Raul had said that they would be. The Gang Bangs were all still going on.

Betty was on her fifth drink. Some of the men that she had come with had gone to a room with a woman, and had now returned. The place was crowded with others. She had been approached several times. Some of the advances were subtle, others crude. If a girl wanted to have sex, she sure could have all she wanted here, if she wasn't too choosy, she thought. She wanted to fuck Raul. Where to hell is that damn Raul? He has been gone over an hour. Betty got wide eyed. She got angry. Has that son-of-a-bitch been fucking some other woman all this time? She did not mind, too much, if he fucked a woman for a few minutes. But, over an hour, c'mon?

Betty got up and went over to the man Raul had spoken to when they arrived. Phillip did not know that Betty was Raul's wife.

"Where is the man that I arrived with?"

"Miss, he is in the motel."

"All this time?"

"Yes, Miss, I'm sure that he has been very busy."

In anger, Betty said with slurred speech, "I want to go to the motel, right now. I want to fuck."

It was a major mistake when she did not complete the sentence with, "Raul."

Phillip was quick. Raul, he knew, had a nice cock. The lady, obviously had been fucked by him, and wanted more, as she said, right now. He would not disturb Raul and his group, but he had some men that could service the lady, he was sure.

He phoned Margaret, downstairs. "Margaret, we have a lady who demands to go to the motel, right now."

Margaret took the, "right now," to mean a woman who is demanding aggressive fucking.

"How about Herman, plus four, in room 300?"

"That would do just fine." Snapping his fingers, Phillip instructed one of the bar tenders, "Daniel, please take this lady to room 300."

Daniel took a second look at Phillip to be sure that he heard the correct room number. 300 is the "bondage" room. There is a special bench designed to hold a woman's legs up and out of the way so that her cunt was unprotected. Her arms would be spread wide, and a gag placed in her mouth. Cameras would record every detail

"300, Sir?"

"Yes."

Daniel shrugged. Must be going to turn Herman loose on her. He would hang around to watch that. He looked at Betty, as he led her across the lane. She had too much tit, and too much ass. The kind of figure that looks like dynamite at one hundred and forty pounds, but after two kids and a gain of forty more pounds, she would resemble a white barrel. She was pretty, with white skin, black, long hair, and piercing blue eyes. He decided that since she would spend some time naked, helpless, with her cunt in the air, that he would fuck her after the customers had all they wanted.

As Betty disappeared out the door, Phillip watched the sway of her ass, which was wider then many woman. He had seen Herman fuck a woman. The woman's cunt lips would be pulled out two inches when he withdrew, and then completely disappear when he thrust his ten inches into her. Hopefully, this woman had a deep cunt to go with her wide sexy ass. If it were not deep yet, it soon would be.

As they walked to the motel, Betty realized that she had never seen Raul fuck another woman. How would she react when she saw him on a woman?

It turned her on. She was a mature woman of twenty-three, after all. Four different men had fucked her in her life. She looked at this Daniel, who was directing her. As Daniel stopped to open the door to room 300, Betty asked, "Is Raul in here?"

"No."

Betty decided to fuck Daniel. Daniel saw the change in her expression.

He opened the door. Five naked men surrounded her. Her clothes were half off, as she looked over her shoulder at Daniel. Her look was of surprise, dismay, sort of like a deer caught in the headlights. 

Naked, she was carried to the bench. Each arm was spread, secured. She was about to speak, when a ball gag was placed in her mouth. Her legs were lifted, pulled down, and secured next to her body, lying on her arms. Daniel watched, fascinated. 

Her cunt was there for all to see. Her puffy cunt lips were pulled apart, by the separation of her legs, so that he could see her clitoris, at the top of her red slash. Her cunt hole now was just a small round hole the size of a dime. Daniel knew that when they finished with her that her cunt hole would be larger then a half dollar, with cum running down her ass, creating a ten inch pool. 

Whoa, he thought. Look at her ass hole. It is a tiny little circle of wrinkled skin. She is a virgin in her ass. Some of the customers would pay a lot of money to fuck a virgin ass. 

Picking up the phone, he phoned Phillip. "Sir, we have a "Fanny Flower" to be plucked in room 300."

"Very good, Daniel. Tell Herman that it is off limits to his group. Mr. Rapier has asked for the next one. I will send him over."

Jean Rapier is a freak of nature. He has between his legs fourteen inches of cock that he cannot put in any women's cunt. A woman's ass, however, is bottomless. He pays Phillip fifteen hundred dollars for a virgin ass. There were conditions. The woman had to be restrained. He had to be allowed to be with her alone for the time necessary to fuck her two times.

In the room, the men agreed to let Herman have Betty first. They would trade her wide-open cunt, for the pleasure of watching her react to Herman's cock. Betty's eyes widened as Herman approached her. Raul's cock was the biggest that she had ever seen. 

Compared to Herman, Raul did not have a cock. Betty did not know how deep she is. Herman covered her body with his. His hand guided the end of his cock to the center of her hole. Those watching noted that his cock extended over an inch out on either side of her slash.

It was really hard to imagine that his cock would go in there. Yet they knew that with enough effort, Herman would bury that cock of his in this woman. Daniel positioned the cameras so that one showed a close up of Betty's face, one showed her breasts and upper body to show them rippling from the impacts, and the last would show, in great detail, the cunt that would first try to reject the intruder. It would show the cunt lips, as they went from fat to thin, stretching around the cock. The watchers would gasp at the size of the cock as it was forced deeper. All would take a deep breath when Herman's ass thrust hard enough to rest his balls on her ass. 

All that happened. The camera recorded in detail Betty's face, as she reacted to the invasion. She rolled her head from side to side. She lifted her chin up, as she gasped for breath through her nose, and around the gag. She shook her shoulders from side to side. 

By one AM, they had each fucked Betty twice. Her cunt could now accept Herman's ten inches, with ease. Betty had lost track of time, place, or self. All that mattered was her pussy and the cocks. All left, except Daniel, who fucked her for only a few minutes? He left, after resetting the cameras. 

In walked Jean Rapier. It was a non-event to Betty. It became an event when he ran his finger in her ass. When she realized that he intended to put THAT in her ass, she almost fainted. To her surprise, it did not hurt. In fact, it felt good. She could feel his cock way up in her stomach area. For the third time, she had a strong orgasm. 

What have I become? She thought.

In room 304, the fucking of Dottie had stopped. Raul was in the shower. Naked, Dottie went out on the balcony. She spoke to Daniel, who had just left room 300 "Who and what is going on in that room?

"We have been fucking a woman by the name of Betty."

Instantly knowing who Betty is, Dottie asked, "How many guys?"

"Hmm, six, so far, I think."

She saw Jean enter room 300. Just as he cum in Betty the first time, Dottie walked into the room. She surmised, based on her conversation with Betty before coming here, that Betty was Raul's trophy wife. 

The Bastard. She knew that the last thing the shit wanted was for his trophy wife to be fucked like this woman had been. Betty was covered with cum. It was in her hair. Her makeup was smeared. Her nipples stood out over an inch. Her pussy was puffy, red and the room reeked of sex.

Dottie saw a hood and a sheet in the corner. Speaking to Jean, she said. "Hey, I know a guy that would love to fuck this woman in the ass. It would be a special favor to me. She turned her ass toward Jean, spread the cheeks, as she said, "You could have my ass after."

"Why, Yes, that would be fine."

"Here, put this hood on her, and cover all of her but her ass with the sheet. I'll be right back."

Back in room 304, she interrupted Raul's shower. Sweetly she intoned, "Raul, there is a message for you to go fuck a woman in room 300, in the ass."

Raul smiled. Phillip was looking after him again. His thick cock felt so good in a tight ass.

Entering room 300, he was not disappointed. All he could see was a well-used pussy and an ass hole. There was cum leaking out of it, but this woman's ass was very tight. He knew that Jean had a preference for virgin ass. "Virgin?" he inquired.

"Yes, very tight. A really good ass fuck."

Betty heard her husband's conversation with Jean. Her husband was about to take her in the ass. She strained, rolled, as best she could. Mumbleing into the gag.

"Take her hard and fast," Jean instructed.

Raul cock was ramrod stiff as he drove it into the hot ass. "Oh, she is so tight," he hissed as he pounded his cock into her. 

Dottie whispered to Jean to position all the cameras on Raul and Betty's heads to capture their facial expressions. As Raul stiffened, pumping his cum, the hood and sheet were removed from Betty. 

Dottie leaned over so that her face was just inches from Raul, as she screamed at him. "Your cock is her eighth. She told me that she was not going to have sex tonight because she is off the pill."

Betty whispered, "That's right, I forgot."

As Jean and Dottie slowly closed the door to room 300, they were aware that Raul's cock was still in Betty's ass, and neither had said another word.

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Eight Men and a BBW Hitchhiker



We're a group of guys in our mid 20's that are always looking out for adventure. A lot of people around us say we are nuts, but we say life is short, so enjoy it.

Anyway, there were eight of us packed into Andy's hot new van one afternoon in June last year when we hit the road. 

A few of us weren't seeing anyone and the others that were hadn't seen any action sexually for awhile from their girlfriends, so we decided to pool some money together and cruise downtown to find a hot hooker or two to give all our horny cocks a workout for our cash, either one by one or even a gangbang.

As it turned out, we didn't get a hooker, but we did get ourselves a VERY hot time. And it wasn't with the usual kind of chick that we had set out to look for.

We were about ten miles away from the next town when we spotted this redhead that must have weighed about 200 pounds and in her thirties, standing on the side of the road with her thumb out. 

Now mind you, I wasn't into the bigger woman thing up until this time, but Carlos was into that kind of thing.

"Better than no pussy at all," he had commented.

And damn, she wasn't one of those sloppy fat chicks; she was shaped real nice, was a knockout and had a pair of tits that had to be at least a 40DD and certainly wouldn't quit! 

We could all easily see "fuck me" written all over her, as she wasn't wearing a bra under her low cut white T-shirt and a skirt that left little to the imagination. 

Much to my surprise, my own dick was already hard just seeing her.

I looked over at Carlos and Andy, and I could see tents rising up in their pants also. It wasn't long before the others and myself told Andy to pull over and pick her up.

"Need a ride, baby?" Andy asked, studying her tits.

"Only if you're going my way," the redhead purred back.

Damn right we were!

We opened the door and Carlos helped her in and she introduced herself as Sharon. 

We introduced ourselves around and began chatting as we made our way down the road about a few miles, and how the conversation turned to our original plan, I can't remember now, but Sharon grinned at us.

"Now why would you want some dirty, skanky hookers that probably have some nasty diseases when you got a nice, clean woman right here?" she said sexily. 

"You know, I could really use a good fuck right now, and you can also consider it payment for giving me a ride. 

"Have you all ever gangbanged a woman? I only did it once, but it was only with four guys."

Talk about some sheer luck on our part... this chick not only willingly accepted a ride from us, but wasn't turned off in the least at the prospect of having eight cocks to fuck her!

Sharon then went over to Andy and cuddled close to him, running her hand from the outside of his thigh down to the inside, and over his already bulging crotch. 

He gasped and moaned as she rubbed her hand over that same spot continuously, his dick growing larger under the cloth of his pants.

"I want to fuck your big cock first while your friends watch, Andy," her voice growled in his ear.

"Baby, my cock is all yours!" Andy cheered.

She continued to rub his cock, this time harder, squeezing it once in a while, as he looked for a remote area to pull the van into so we wouldn't be bothered by anyone or busted by the cops. 

Once we found a spot in some deep woods, Andy parked and began to grope at Sharon's breasts through her shirt. 

Soon, she was completely naked and we all got an eyeful of her.

"Suck my tits, Andy. Suck them good while your buddies watch me ride your hard cock."

Getting naked himself, he moved both of his hands to her full rack and began to squeeze and knead them. 

He lowered his head at the same time as he clenched his fingers into their softness, lightly biting on the first nipple and he slowly drew his tongue around it, letting his teeth draw across its peak. 

Around and around, his tongue drew circles, until he just had to suck on it. He pulled with his teeth and then sucked with his lips. 

"Ohhh, baby, that's it. Suck my tits real good. Fuck me good baby..get that cock deep inside me..make me cum!" 

Sharon then looked over at the rest of us and smiled as he worked on her massive globes with his mouth while she bounced up and down on his pole.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck me with that big cock..oh yeah, fuck me, Andy! Oh God, yes! FUCK ME! I'm going to cum!!!!!!"

Andy then took his mouth off her tits, grabbing her waist and slamming her onto his dick as she exploded. 

Sharon screamed out in pleasure as she came, her cunt juices spilling over Andy's cock and balls.

"Oh yeah, Andy... fuck me harder! Fuck!"

"Ride me, you whore," he grunted. "Fuck that cock, you bitch... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum now in your hot cunt! Fuck that dick..show my buddies how to fuck a cock!"

"Oh God yes, Andy... fuck me! Fucking cum in me! Fill me with your cum!"

Andy's balls tightened as his seed shot into her hot slit and Sharon rode him harder, her cunt grabbing his cock until the last stream of cum had left him, then she climbed off of him, spreading her legs for the rest of us.

"So who else wants some of this?" she asked, offering her shaved, pink, cum-filled pussy.

My mind was gone with lust as I dove between her thighs, sucking her clit and licking the outside of her pussy lips. 

Sharon moaned in ecstasy as my mouth made its way around her sweet cunt for at least the next ten minutes as the other seven guys stroked their cocks watched with horny looks on their faces. 

Sharon writhed and moaned as I worked over her full body, my cock finally sliding deep into her wet pussy as far as it would go, fucking her as I gently bit on her nipples.

"Oh God!" Sharon gasped. "I'm going to cum! FUCK! Fucccccccccccck meeeeeeeeee!!!!"

I fucked her harder as her climax spilled over my cock, her hips bucking wildly until she completed her orgasm.

Still having my cock inside her, she rolled me over until I was on my back, riding my cock hard as she had ridden Andy's earlier.

"Fuck me, Matt," she panted as she rode me. "Come on, fuck me with that big dick... make me cum!"

"You want this cock, baby?" I panted back, my hips thrusting up to meet hers. 

"You like getting fucked, slut? Is this why you wanted to ride with us? You like all this cock? You like to fuck while being watched? Yeah... fuck this cock, you whore!"

That sent her over the edge, as Sharon began to cum in another intense orgasm on my cock. 

She rode me to my own orgasm, my own sperm shooting deep inside her hot, willing cunt, and she didn't stop riding my dick until I could cum no longer.

Pushing me aside once we had cum, she went over to Carlos and grabbed his own massive dick, fondling it.

"I know you've been ready for awhile," she leered at him, eyeing his cock hungrily.

She gripped her hand around his eight-inch tool and began to slowly bring it up and down, up and down, while he moved to her breasts. 

As he sucked her tits harder, she pumped his faster; up and down, faster, harder, enough to make his balls tense and him wanting to cum right there and then.

She sensed his cumming and, wanting to draw it out, she put her face into his lap and went to work on his raging hard-on. 

She gently flicked her tongue out over his head, causing his breath to draw in quickly. 

Her tongue slid down the underside of his dick and down to his balls; she came back to the top of his long hard cock and started to take him all the way into her mouth.

She relaxed her throat muscles, letting his penis slide in. Before she knew it, she had the whole thing in her mouth and down her throat, Carlos groaning in pleasure. 

She began to go as fast as she could, up and down. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and forced her to go faster. Up and down, her head bobbed. 

He started to feel it, that he was going to cum, and suddenly, his balls tightened and his cock exploded in her mouth, shooting load after load into her throat, which she drank greedily. 

His groans and grunts were audible as Sharon swallowed every last drop of Carlos' cum.

Paul was jacking his own nine-inch cock, and hot from the deep throating Sharon had just given Carlos, he begged her to just to let him give her her own turn.

Sharon eyed his cock appreciatively. "No. I want to ride your own cock, much more than I want to be eaten out. I want to have all of that big cock inside of me and ride you. I want to feel you inside me."

Sharon swung one well-built leg over to the other side of him. He squirmed and tried to thrust into her but she wouldn't let him in just yet. 

First, she pushed her breasts into his face. He devoured each tit once, using his tongue as Sharon moaned, with the biting, pulling and sucking.

"Oh God, fuck me now, Paul. Stick your big cock in my cunt now, you stud! Fuck me now!"

Paul's cock was so hard that all he could do was stick it in her. 

He thrust hard, into her wet and tight cunt. He pulled back, all the way out, making her groan and then thrust back in, harder than before. She matched him thrust for thrust as they fucked each other's brains out.

She was pumping up and down, jamming her pussy on his throbber, and he was pounding her cunt with his hard cock, over and over again, harder and harder.

She was screaming, "Oh, Paul, fuck meeeeeee!!!!!! Oh my God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee!! Harder, harder, fuck me harder! Deeper! Fuck deeeeeeeeeper! YES! YES! FUCK ME, YOU BIG COCK STUD!"

Her felt her pussy tighten around his cock, just as he felt his cum approach. Paul blew his load deep inside Sharon's cunt. 

She felt his cock far up inside of her, felt his penis come and take over her insides. 

There was so much of his jism, that it was leaking out of her pussy, before she collapsed on top of him, panting and sweating.

Sharon then climbed off Paul's spent cock. "So who's next?" she leered. "Who wants to fuck me next?"

Grinning and coming forward for a piece of ass of his own, Alex was hard as a rock after seeing Sharon go at it with me, Carlos, Andy and Paul.

"That was a great show, guys. Now let's show her how good it can really be."

Grinning back at him, Sharon slid to where Alex was. He put both hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard, while he kissed her. 

She undid his pants, revealing no underwear. She grabbed his erection, hard in her hands and pumped it furiously, while he began to suck on her huge tits. 

She beat him off fast, and suddenly he grabbed her around the waist, and hauled her up to him, so that she could wrap her legs around him. 

Alex set Sharon onto the seat and slowly lowered his head down to her waiting, wet cunt. 

He flicked his tongue over her clit and set to work, biting on her clit, sliding his tongue in her crack, and sucking each of her lips individually. 

He moved to just sucking on her clit, and she was writhing and thrusting her hips into his face. He then shoved his whole tongue in her hole, flipping it around, tongue fucking every inch of her pussy.

He put his fingers over her clit and fingered her as hard as he could. Sharon panted as her orgasm washed over her.

"Alex, fuck me, lick me... fuck me now!"

Her body convulsed and Alex sucked up all of her cunt juices as they flowed freely over his face. He then flipped her over, so she could ride him, and she reached down to his throbbing dick.

The rest of us watched Alex and Sharon as we stood completely naked, whacking off. 

We watched as Sharon's hand was on Alex's dick as she guided it to her juice-dripping cunt. He plowed into her, causing her to scream in orgasm instantly.

Billy hadn't gotten in on the action yet; Sharon knew what was coming and she wanted it badly, therefore she slowed in her fucking of Alex and let Billy grab her tits, rubbing and gripping them. 

He guided his dick to her ass and felt around. It was so wet from all her cunt juices that he just slid right into her ample ass as Sharon moaned in bliss. 

He was all the way up inside of her ass, fucking her slowly. She nudged her ass back at him, wanting more, deeper thrusts, and Billy took the hint. 

He fired into her, and Alex continued fucking Sharon from the front.

She now had one full, large cock in her pussy and another in her ass, both pumping her so hard she thought that she might cum again right then and there.

"Oh fuck!" she cried as both cocks slid in and out of her. "Fuck me, you studs!" 

One orgasm rocked her, but neither man stopped, or even slowed his thrusts. She urged both Billy and Alex to fuck her harder, faster, to never stop. 

She began to pound back, grinding hard down on Alex's big cock, and then shoving her ass as hard as she could into Billy's dick behind her. 

"I'm CUMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG!!!!" Sharon screamed out.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! DON'T EVER STOP FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Alex was panting and grunting, almost ready to explode inside of her dripping pussy, while Billy just could not get enough of her tight, hot ass.

Suddenly, Alex felt her pussy wrench onto his cock and he let go, letting a huge groan out and shooting large loads of all his cum into her. 

Billy said that he felt her ass quiver and grip his dick, and that caused him to spill all his own seed into her ass as the three of them came together. 

She screamed out their names in pure ecstasy, her body shuddering as her orgasm took over.

Sharon exploded and all of their juices mixed inside of her as all three bodies went limp and just lay there for a few minutes panting, out of breath. 

"Dammit, you guys can really fuck!" she panted in strong praise. 

"So who else is ready for some fucking?" she leered at the rest of us.

The eight of us were so fucking excited of having such a hot, redheaded slut among us, that we were surprised we didn't kill each other over who would be sucked by or fuck her next.

Sharon beckoned all eight of us over around her, all of us hard as rocks, then going from cock to cock with her hot, wet mouth as she took turns at sucking each of us.

She wasn't just sucking those cocks, she was attacking them like a sex starved whore. 

Her sucking sounds mixed with moans of pleasure and expressions of delight of those receiving those blow jobs were really getting all of us off, and it didn't take very long for each of us to relieve our cocks of hot seed into Sharon's mouth, her taking down every drop of cum from all of us.

She worked with her mouth and hands to get each of us hard again, then started fucking two and three of us at a time.

Sharon then fucked all of us individually as the rest of the guys watched, stroking their own eager tools and waiting their turns at Sharon's mouth, cunt and ass.

She was now sucking my cock and still ready for more as she climbed onto Carlos and began riding his pole wildly, as if he would be the last man she would fuck for the rest of her life.

Sharon was so good at sucking my cock, it hadn't taken me long to cum; my own girlfriend had never gotten me off the way Sharon had. 

I fired load after load of hot seed into her mouth; she drained my cock of the last drop of cum, then licked her lips.

Sharon then continued to ride Carlos' huge dick for at least twenty minutes until he emptied his own huge wads of cum in her cunt.

Then Spike, Jack, Andy, Paul, Billy and Alex took turns at her cunt and asshole. The woman was a total fuck machine!

"Oh yeah, that's it... fuck me in the pussy and fuck me in the ass... oooohhhhh... make me cum... oh shit... YEAH! FUCK MY HOLES... I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING!!!!!"

After being fucked over and over, she began to deep throat cock after cock again even more as she wrapped her fingers around another two at a time.

She bobbed her head back and forth between cocks, sucking them greedily while two more dicks continued to pound her pussy and ass.

After several more minutes and she had fucked and sucked us all, she slid back, asking us to gather around her.

"Okay, boys, I want your cum on my big tits and all over my body... come on, do it... give it to me now... I want your cum, guys... all of it... cum on me!"

Each guy was stroking his own cock while aimed right at Sharon's huge mounds of flesh. 

She went from cock to cock with her mouth bouncing her head up and down twice on each one before moving to the next.

Paul was first to cum. Right after she pulled her mouth off him, he let out a roar. 

A steady stream of creamy white liquid splashed onto her upper chest and soaked both her huge tits. 

A second shot went right into Sharon's mouth and dribbled down her chin when she wrapped her lips around his still gushing cock and swallowed the rest of his creamy load down her throat.

Billy stepped up while she had Paul in her mouth and splattered her ass with his own hot load. 

She turned to him and got a second huge shot of cum on her tits before she could get her mouth on his own big cock.

Five other guys came all over Sharon at the same time, blasting the rest of her body with stream after stream of semen. 

Sharon sucked them clean one at a time, then turned to me. I was looking down at her and stroking hard. 

She looked up at me, displaying her now cum drenched body.

"Come on baby... give it to me... give me your cum... squirt it all over my tits and cunt... I want it... I want your cum... do it... come on... cum on me... "

I finally let loose. A powerful stream of hot white cum blasted onto her tits; a second shot blasted Sharon's shaved cunt mound and her thighs.

I then shoved my cock inside her and a third shot went up into her hot pussy to mix with the rest of the cum from her earlier multiple fuck sessions with me and the other seven guys.

She finished cleaning me then looked up at the group. Cum was still streaming down the rest of her body and was all over her tits.

We then cleaned up the best we could, Sharon getting the cum off herself before putting her clothes back on. 

We then dropped her off where she needed to go and she grinned back sexily at us, giving us her phone number.

Of course, we couldn't go without at least giving this sexy bitch something for her "services," so we paid her the $200 we had planned to give the hooker we originally were scouting for before coming across Sharon.

"Thank you, boys. Payment wasn't necessary, but there's more where that fucking and sucking just came from, look me up anytime!"

You better believe we will!



Eight Minute Essential



Jenny, the Speed Dating host, clanged the bell and announced, "OK, people. Times up. I hope you all enjoyed your dates. Eighth and last one to go. It could your best. Remember to note your cards."

The twenty couples shook hands for a second time saying "Nice meeting you." Half were sincere, half weren't. All rose and scanned the room to locate the table or booth with the numbered placard matching their cards next to "8." Most marked their return cards and personal note cards in making their way to their last date.

Jenny looked on with interest as all were finding their final assigned stations. A hopeless romantic, she got more from her job than money. Her secret was to pick out couples that looked physically well-matched and watch when any of her picks drew each other. Her smile broadened in seeing the couple settling into booth #10. They were one of her picks.

Both were about the same age, attractive with well-toned bodies. She added their station and round number to her personal list. Later this week, she would check the company site and see if her picks made a connection – both marking 'yes' on their return cards and the gals allowing their e-mail addresses to be given out to interested males. 

Jenny waited until all found their station before lifting the microphone to her mouth to say "Alright couples. Good luck. Eight minutes starting now...GO. " She looked over to booth #10 as she hit the bell. 

"Hi, I'm Gregg. Nice to meet you." 

"I'm Angie. I'm really glad you're one of my draws. I saw you when I came in and I was losing hope of drawing you."

"Really? I've had the exact same thoughts."

"Good start. Now, if you're game, lets get right to what we REALLY came here to find."

"I'm sorry. I'm game, but a little confused on 'what we REALLY came here to find'"

"You know. But, to save time, I'll UN-confuse as fast as I can. There's probably a few gals here husband hunting and a few dorky guys hoping to find some arm candy to show off to friends or people they work with. The rest of us are here to find someone to fuck. Are you with me? "

"Well...I...I...that's putting it bluntly...but yea...it's why I came."

"Good. That leaves us plenty of time. We've already answered the question of mutual attraction so we get right down to seeing if we've found what we came here for. For starters, the tits you're staring at are real. My bra size is 34C. My aureoles are about two inches across and, like my nipples, are light brown. Of course, when played with or sucked, my nips harden up to about a half inch wide and high. Now, put your male ego aside and tell me how big your cock gets when fully hard?"

"Whoa! Wait a minute! This sounds a little too good to be true. Are you just putting me on...you know...just having a little sadistic prick-teasing fun with me."

"I'm dead serious Gregg! Besides, you've nothing to lose in going along with me? If nothing more, it'll sure be different than the other seven dates you just had. Going along is your only way of finding if I'm being honest. C'mon...please?" 

"Okay, what the hell, this could be...ah...interesting. I'm a little over seven inches long and almost two inches thick. If this were a wrap-around booth instead of one with the table between us, you could use your hand to prove I'm not lying."

"Ummm, sounds yummy. I could use my foot instead. You willing?"

"Ah, I never expected a foot job on a Speed Date. Your leg long enough?"

"Gregg baby, I've got a pair of nice looooong legs."

"Yes, you do. Here, let me grab your ankle to get your foot where it should be."

"I KNOW I could get you hard REAL fast if I could use my mouth your cock and..."

When Jenny saw her booth #10 pick suddenly stop smiling and look serious, she was concerned. It wasn't often that her "picks" didn't connect. She was a relieved when their smiles returned and they both began laughing. But, she couldn't guess why the girl was pressed as far back in her seat as possible.

"....sometimes, instead of swallowing I let my partner cum on my face or tits. I like playing with it and then scooping it up and licking my fingers."

"Ohhhh have some mercy! I enjoy oral sex too, both getting and giving it. Sixty-nine is great. I love diving into and sucking a hot juicy pussy. For me, getting my partner off using my mouth first makes fucking her all the better afterwards. I feel less pressure to perform and seem to last longer. You shave your pussy?"

"I sure do, did mine this morning. I leave a triangle of pubic hair right above my cunt."

"Your cunt sounds absolutely scrumptious! I'm liking this. If we keep talking about sex and using explicit words, chances are good that your foot will feel the answer to your first question."

"I'm counting on it." 

"I'm sorry for my earlier doubt."

"Apology accepted. The clock is running, let's move on. Since you mentioned it, how do you feel about BDSM?"

"The only thing I've tried is bondage. One of my old girlfriends and I took turns tying each other up. I liked both ways. With the right partner, I'd be very willing to experiment. I think variety and trying something new is the only way to find out what you like. How do you feel about it?"

"I've done bondage both ways too. It was fun. I can't say which I liked better. I've never dated a guy who was into dominance so I don't know if I would like it, either as slave or mistress. I'm curious about spanking and mixing pain with sex. But, like you said, a lot depends on your partner. You have a favorite position?

"I've yet to try a position I DIDN'T like. You?"

"I like variety too. There's so many ways to have great sex. I don't have a favorite. Being on the bottom, I can just spread my legs wide or wrap them around his back...or grab my knees and pull back to take get every inch of cock in me...sometimes I hold my legs together and pull back to get deep penetration."

"Oh yeah! Feel how you're turning me on."

"Yes I do. Being on top gives me total control. I can set the pace. Holding my back straight, either one of us can play with my nipples or clit. Leaning half way over, my partner can grab hold of my tits and suck on my nipples."

"Ohhhh, mercy. Control isn't an issue for me. In fact, with a partner who will initiate and take control I get fucked more often. I don't get why any guy would complain about more fucking. Don't get me wrong, I DO like fucking doggy style. Do you?"

"It's the best when I'm really horny. I like starting slow, getting a cock in nearly all the way and have my partner reach around and paw my tits, tease my nipples or diddle my clit. Then, when I'm ready, have him grab my hips and pound me with his cock. I can rub my clit or just enjoy his balls slapping my puss...DAMN Gregg! Your cock is longer as my foot! Why'd you lie to me?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't believe me or I'd scare you off. Now that you know, does it change your mind about us?"

"I don't think...no, I'm sure...it doesn't...I've never been with anyone as big as you. I...I...you'd have to be patient with me...go slow to give me a chance to adjust...maybe use a little lube. And...I might gag a few times...trying to take you down my throat...I think I'm wet."

"Whew, that's a relief. I need to pull your foot away. We've only a minute or two left and I'm hard as a rock. I need some time to calm down before getting out of here."

"Oh yeah...sure."

"Angie, it's nearly truth or dare time. I've gone along with you and let you get me all worked up. Do I leave pissed off and go home to masturbate away my frustration or you coming home with me to prove you're not a prick teaser?"

"Gregg, how far away from here do you live?"

"My place is about ten minutes from here. I drove. My car is in the parking lot down the street."

CLANG!

"That's it folks. Times up. I hope all of you have had a good session. Please be sure to turn in your yellow cards to me and take the white ones, with your notes, with you. You are all welcome stay here if you want and have another drink. Maybe get to know one of your dates a little better?"

The room was again filled voices and people stirring. Nineteen couples shook hands for a second time saying 'Nice meeting you.' The in booth #10 couple was the sole exception.

"It's good you live close. I can hardly wait to get that monster cock of yours in my mouth and pussy. I'll be right behind you."

"Make that in front of me. I'm still hard."

"We could take a couple minutes filling out cards and be the last ones to turn them in. It'll give you a little more time."

"I don't think that'll work. Seems like everyone is taking a little more time on their cards...Hey!...Why the hell should I even care?...Lets have some fun. Don't all good dates end with a kiss?"

"They do."

"Stand up." 

When Jenny saw them stand, tightly embrace and share a long passionate kiss; she was stunned. The room went quiet for a few seconds until someone gave a loud whistle and clapping started. Everyone joined in. When the two finally broke off, they were both grinning and their faces were flushed.

He followed her unusually close when they turned in their cards. Jenny couldn't wait to tell them, "You two really are a pleasant surprise. It's the first time I've ever had a couple end a Speed Date the way you two did."

"Really? Greg and I both are looking forward to some first times."

"That's for sure, Angie. We can't wait to start. You've got our cards, Jenny. But, neither of us may be checking back with your service. Bye and thanks."

They left in a rush, before Jenny got the chance to reply. She would enter the data from their cards despite what he'd said. When she checked a week later and wasn't disappointed to find they hadn't checked back. Instead, she smiled. 



Eight Minutes More



19-year old Mia was fidgeting in her chair, squeezing her thighs ever more tightly together as she waited for the bell. Eight more minutes, she thought; only eight more! 

Amanda--her Economics teacher--noticed right away. Truth be told Amanda was always mindful of Mia; always checking her out, if only out of the corner of her eye. It all started during the second day of class. Mia had bent over in her seat to fish a book out of her bag. Amanda, while passing in the aisle, happened to glance down at just the right moment to see the edge of Mia's diaper peeking out over the top of her jeans.

The moment was electric!

Amanda had already admired the tiny co-ed the previous day, thinking: she's perfect! Indeed, Mia was the exact sort of little girl that Amanda fantasized about. Bookish, but pretty, with a thick ponytail of straight blond hair, clear fair skin with a persistent blush; curvy like a 50's starlet, but scaled down perfectly to something under five feet. At first glance nearly everyone assumed that Mia was a well-developed but nonetheless girlish 15, maybe 16. Her thick tortoise-shell glasses and juvenile clothing only served to make her look more childish still! 

Just looking at Mia made Amanda's panties damp!

And now, to Amanda's delight, Mia clearly had to go. Observing her intently (and causing the embarrassed squirmy girl to deepen her blush!), Amanda wondered: How close is she? Mia was certainly going to wet her diapers very soon but Amanda was positive that she hadn't done so yet. Continuing to stare, Amanda asked herself: Could I somehow make her wet? Given time she would have undoubtedly come up with any number of schemes. But, before she could do so, a "miracle" occurred! 

It was the Wednesday morning right before Thanksgiving; the last class of that shortened day. Most of the students had already left for their holiday, and therefore it was a perfect time to test out the new emergency alert system. Notices were posted; reminders went out over the intercom. As usual, though, all of the warnings were ignored. At 12:00pm sharp--although the clock on the classroom wall said 11:56--a clanging alarm sounded. It rang especially loud in Amanda's brick-walled classroom, two-flights up the northern spire of that musty old Victorian monstrosity: Ramsey Hall. 

Everyone was startled! As the alarm continued to sound Amanda put her hands to her ears and shouted to the students: "Get out of here, go home," The students, eager to be gone, rushed out and down the steps. Following them, Amanda remembered at the last to shout: "Have a great Thanksgiving!" The last student gone, Amanda--still wound up by her fantasies and wanting some "privacy"-- locked the lower staircase door then went back upstairs. For good measure, she locked the upstairs door, too.

Abruptly, the clangor stopped!

In all of the commotion Amanda had lost track of Mia and was therefore very much surprised to find the girl still sitting at her desk. A single glance, however, told Mia's story in full. Fit to burst before the alarm bells rang, a much startled Mia had finally lost all control; soaking her overalls down to her sneakers. 

The humiliated girl reacted like all such girls and began to cry.

Coming over to her desk, Amanda asked (not unkindly, but also without much delicacy): "Why aren't you wearing your diapers?" 

Mia, instantly mortified, could only look up in anguish at her favorite teacher and sob. Was it that obvious? Did everyone know? To be seen in such a state by Miss Hayes (Mia never used Amanda's first name; not even in her girlish fantasies!) was especially devastating. She must think I'm a stupid little baby! 

Convinced that all of her hopes were dashed, Mia contemplated her pretty teacher with poignant nostalgia. Ms. Hayes was perfect! 5'3" and only 24, yet more than a little womanly, with huge breasts, shoulder length chestnut hair, soft olive skin, and piercing blue eyes. Best of all, Amanda invariably loved to dress like a 50s starlet; in narrow-waisted knee-length dresses, lace-trimmed petticoats and all. Mia absolutely loved that!

Hanging her head in shame, Mia's knew that it was all her fault. She had tried to act so grown up, had thought that she was so very adult, yet here was proof that she couldn't even go a single morning without wetting herself like a little baby. 

In retrospect, it was easy to see where she went wrong. Pull-ups cost money; something that Mia had very little of. Mia had used her last pull-up the day before but she wouldn't have the cash to buy any more until after class, when she picked up her work-study check. She could have, of course, worn one of her thick cloth nighttime diapers, but she was embarrassed to wear them to class; worried that: Ms. Hayes might notice the telltale bulge! Last, and most damningly, was hubris. As Mia dressed for class she reasoned to herself out loud: "I'm mostly a bedwetter and I haven't had a daytime accident in over a year. I'll be fine; it's only two hours!"

As in all Greek tragedy, Mia got the very thing she least wanted. Or so she would have, at first, thought.

While the wet and sobbing Mia wallowed in her misery, Amanda was consumed with something very different: arousal. Taut-nipple, cunt-dripping arousal. Just looking at Mia made her clit itch. Here was a sopping wet girl, a girl she had lusted after, a diaper-wearing girl, a girl who filled her masturbatory fantasies. Here was Mia, vulnerable and in tears. There was nothing else for it; Amanda knew that she had to make Mia her own. 

Drawing Mia gently up from her desk, Amanda enfolded the miserable girl into her arms. 

Mia's cries rose--her anguish given full release--but gradually subsided as she realized that Ms. Hayes was hugging her; her head pillowed into ample cleavage.

Looking down at her student's beautiful face and absently stroking her wet behind, Amanda said: "Let's get you changed," then, added: "You'd like a nice dry diaper, wouldn't you?"

A wide-eyed Mia could only nod a fitful "Yes!"

"Good . . . good girl" Amanda said, "But first let's get you out of your wet things."

Pushing Mia up against her big front desk--all but slamming her against it--Amanda began by unbuttoning Mia's overalls. Left clip undone, right one too, and Mai's overalls heaped down around her surprisingly wide hips. Her t-shirt went next, but only after a bunch of delightful wriggling to get it clear of her head and arms. Amanda then became transfixed by Mia's hard nipples, as they tented the sheer lace of her brassiere. Without volition, her hands rose to unclasp Mia's bra at the front, slowly pulling away the left cup and then the right; allowing each breast to tumble free in its turn. Mia's breasts--quite large on her tiny frame--were upturned and firm, with hard pointy nipples, small dark puckered areola, and a lovely pinkish glow. Perfect! They even jiggled; happy to be released.

Both of the girls unconsciously began to pant. 

In Mia's case, her little body flushed with sudden unexpected heat; a warm sticky dripping heat. As the object of all of her schoolgirl fantasies undressed her, Mia's tight little pussy pulsed rhythmically into hot wetness; her nipples feeling all but hot enough to smoke. Biting her lower lip, and looking up with anticipation at her teacher, Mia began to grind her pelvis up and forward, back and down.

Amanda, however, could only focus on Mia's perfect breasts. Crouching down and breathing hotly on Mia's left nipple, she coating it with her steam. For seconds--entire seconds--Amanda held herself so close, so impossibly poised, that each intake of her lungs caused her own to pussy to gush and throb. Mia, meanwhile, struggled bodily to thrust her nipple, not to mention her entire breast, into Amanda's mouth. Holding the tiny girl back by the ribs, Amanda held her just shy of her goal, held her as she felt the tiny ribcage flex in and out, Mia's heart beating a rough tattoo against Amanda's hands. When it became all too much, Amanda finally relented. Mia's breast slammed into her teacher's hot wet lips; was slavered by her tongue, her nipple bit hard by clean white teeth. Both of the girls exploded into orgasm, and then gradually sunk in a heap to the floor.

For Mia, this was the first true orgasm of her young life. She was shattered with pleasure and for an entire minute she could only spasm and thrash.

Amanda--no sexual novice--also shuddered in her ecstasy. Gradually regaining her senses, she could only marvel that she'd had an orgasm without touching her clit! Unbelievable! Then, gazing with lust at the tiny girl in her arms, Amanda was filled with bliss. Mia was everything she had ever dreamed of in a baby girl. With a delighted sticky shiver, Amana thought: I can't wait to diaper her!

Her breath mostly recovered, Amanda untangled herself from Mia and let the small breathless girl down onto her back. Mia--less fully recovered then Amanda but fussy for more--began to press the front of her overalls down onto her still throbbing pussy. Her other hand unoccupied, it soon floated up to her lips. She licked her fingers one or two at a time but, surprisingly, she never sucked her thumb; just her fingertips. Almost as if she'd eaten something sticky and was licking her fingers clean. Amanda could only look on in wonder!

Standing up Amanda suddenly knew what to do. She'd diaper the girl. She'd certainly make her wet! Then, she thought, licking her lips lick a cat with a canary smile: She'd spank her, bad little baby girl wetting herself in class! She had a thousand instant plans but they all meant only one thing: Amanda intended to possess Mia body and soul.

Clearing off her desk, Amanda roused the not-quite-sensate beauty from her self-ministrations. "Let's get you diapered, baby girl!" Helping Mia up onto the desk, and then pushing her flat on her back, Amanda continued to undress her. Her sneakers went first, followed by her cute little socks. Then--tiny foot in hand--Amanda couldn't stop herself from tickling the little girl. Mia being quite sensitive (baby girls are always ticklish!) began to giggle and writhe. The "torture" went on for several minutes until Mia almost fell off the desk. Righting her at the last, Amanda marveled: She is so delicious! 

Amanda's next thought was: Off with the overalls, then down with her panties and she'd be naked. Releasing the first button at Mia's hip, though, Amanda had a better plan.

"Mia," she asked, "What happened to your diapers?"

Confused, and more than a little ashamed to be talking about "her" diapers, Mia ventured "I wasn't wearing any!"

Amanda quickly lifted Mia's legs straight up into the air then spanked her hard!

"Mia," she again asked, "What happened to your diapers?"

Stunned, resuming her tears, but still confused as to what was wanted, Mia said: "Because..."

Spank, spank, SPANK, SPANK; Amanda bent Mia nearly in half.

"...because," Mia said, starting to get it, "...because I ran out," spank, spank, "...I ran out of my pull-ups..."

Changing tactics, Amanda smacked the heel of her hand down hard on Mia's wet overalls-covered pussy then started to saw back and forth savagely. Legs held firmly down Mia could only heave her chest up and down--gasping--in response.

"And you only had pull-ups," Amanda continued.

Mia tried to reply: "I, I...," but wasn't fast enough.

Withdrawing her hand suddenly, Amanda grabbed a two-inch thick textbook then slammed it fast into each cheek twice: SWAT SWAT, SWAT SWAT; causing the little girl to scream and beg.

"I, I...mo...owww, momm..., no..." Mia was incoherent.

Every spank, every single swat sent a spasm down Amanda's slit. Yes, Amanda loved to diaper little girls and yes, she loved to play the mommy and breastfeed them, but spanking them--spanking their naughty little behinds--made her very blood boil.

Suddenly unfolding the girl, Amanda ripped the flap of Mia's wet overalls open then roughly jerked the garment down and off her legs. Clad in nothing but her soaked training panties, Mia got bent back in half again.

Amanda resumed her questioning, this time in a loud rush: "What happened to your diapers, Mia, what happened!"

Mia, expecting to be spanked once again before she could answer in full, quickly gasped: "I had my cloth diapers but...but...but I didn't want you to see me in them..." Realizing the depth of her submission Mia hoarsely whispered the conclusion: "I, I didn't want you to see what a baby I was! They're really thick..." She had brought it all on herself; and certainly deserved to be punished! It was all her own fault; from start to finish, everything. She couldn't even go two stupid hours without wetting herself. Burning with shame (she had acted just like a little baby!) Mia ramped up her bawling and soon began to hyperventilate.

Amanda resumed her exertions. Hard hard, soft soft; a little higher, a little lower, she continued to spank the sobbing girl on her backside and thighs over and over again.

Each and every smack made Amanda drip; her entire body literally quaked with arousal! Before long, every single swat also caused her to experience a mini almost-orgasm; powerful, yet just shy of release. Amanda had never been so turned on in her life. 

Just now her lust centered on Mia's upraised pubes. They were driving Amanda wild! She could see a clear puffy outline through Mia's wet panties, an obvious cleft, but she wanted--needed--to see more. Unbending the girl once again, Amanda grasped Mia's panties with both of her hands then yanked them clear off; nearly dragging the tiny girl off the desk in her fervor.

Another gush, her legs spasmed and clenched. Amanda nearly toppled. Almost there!

Mia crotch being finally uncovered, Amanda could only groan. "She's baby smooth; not even shaved; baby smooth!" Shuddering as she touched her, Amanda began to finger her little girl's slit. "And wet; she's sopping wet!" Before long sliding fingers became plunging fingers, first a single digit, then a pair. Sawing her fingers in and out, Amanda growled: "She's tight; virgin fucking tight," immediately realizing that Mia was just indeed that: a virgin. "Oh my god, she's a virgin...I'm fucking...my baby...baby a virgin!"

Mia at this point was near to passing out in ecstasy; the pain and pleasure totally intertwined. She had never ever imagined that she could feel so..so...sexual. Her bottom-half throbbed, and--if she could have analyzed her feelings individually--not so pleasantly, but her pussy was on fire with wet clit-scrubbing burning heat. Nothing had ever felt this good; nothing!

Amanda wanted even more! Bending the tiny girl in half a third time--only this time with her legs pretzeled under her arms and behind her head--Amanda began to spank Mia's pussy. Spank, spank...plunge; two fingers pushed all the way in! Spank, plunge...SPANK, PLUNGE, then twist to make Mia's little hips buck and writhe. With each spank, with each penetration Mia arched her smooth little pubis up higher. A third violation, raising Mia's clit up with her thumb; Amanda karate CHOP CHOP CHOPed right on the little red nub. Mia, who had been viciously flailing on the desktop abruptly stilled; turning all of the tension shudderingly inward, eyes rolling up in her head. Slurp; Amanda rasped her tongue up Mia's gaping slit. Pause two full seconds to deny Mia her release. Slurrrrrrrp; two panting seconds more. SLURP; tongue plunging in. Finally, at the zenith: Amanda slammed all four fingers savagely home. Mia--her hymen finally split--let out a blood curdling scream then began to buck and spasm violently around Amanda's hand. Her first orgasm was nothing to this. 

Amanda's explosion was even more profound. She had never dominated a girl so completely! Mia exceeded her every expectation: complaisant yet responsive, with gorgeous adult parts yet babyish all the same, a girl who arched up her pussy to meet Amanda's every wet slap, a baby smooth virgin that Amanda had personally deflowered; it was all too much. Juddering into spasm after racking spasm, Amanda jerked her hand out of Mia with a loud plop then fell heavily to the floor. Within seconds Amanda--flooding her own diaper--exceeded all orgasmic bounds and passed out from the pleasure.

Amanda, it turned out, had a secret. She wore diapers just like Mia; but in her case strictly for fun. Amanda loved to be mischievous; loved to fill her thick cloth diapers with hot pee, loved to be stroked by the warm saturated cotton. Amanda had even spurted a little into her diaper right before class. (Mia was going to be there and she wanted to be naughty!)

What Amanda had never done--not even once before--was to wet herself accidentally. She had always been in charge, had always been in control; but now she had let go completely just like a little baby. The excitement, the shame--the delicious humiliation!--had utterly and completely shattered her.

This time, Mia recovered first. Finding herself on her back, Mia squeezed her legs together to stifle her trembling then began to look around for Amanda. Spying her teacher still-shuddering on the floor, Mia crawled down off the desk to kneel beside her. Licking her lips, biting them in anticipation while gently rubbing Amanda's breast through her shirt, Mia could only husk: "Mommy," at first very quietly but soon with rising volume. She had been lifted high then smashed down low; repeatedly. She'd want that again; soon, real soon. But right now the only thing Mia wanted was to nurse.

Amanda slowly sat up and looked at Mia with motherly satisfaction. A glance told it all: Mia was hers; unreservedly hers. Looking down at herself, Amanda was further amazed to realize that she had remained fully clothed throughout. The strongest orgasm of her entire life and she hadn't so much as touched herself; Amanda flushed with the wonder of it all.

But here was baby Mia, ever more fitfully rubbing at Amanda's breasts and clearly wanting--no craving--to suckle. "Mommy," she fussed, eyes filling with tearful frustration.

Amanda gently soothed Mia's furrowed brow, cooed "Soon baby, soon," then began to unbutton her blouse. Realizing that her brassiere was clasped at the back, Amanda removed her blouse then reached back with both of her hands to undo the four hooks. Then, after winking at Mia and saying "tada," she let her firm breasts tumble free. 

Mia inhaled sharply and licked her lips.

Amanda could only exult in Mia's reverential gaze. Drawing the small girl to her teat, Mia began to suckle and purr. Amada, vastly contented, began to gently pat and rub her back. 

Before very long, both fell contentedly asleep.

Hours later--it was dark outside--Amanda came awake. With a rush, she realized that all those swirling thoughts, her passionate crazy dreams, were all true. The proof was still in arms, snuggling. 

Mia, also waking, began to fuss. Lifting her baby girl once again to her teat, Amanda rubbed her nipple across Mia's lips. Within seconds, a fully wakened Mia latched back on and resumed her suckling with gusto. 

Amanda understood: Life was good! 

Mia's little body was flushed with happiness. Yes, she ached--felt bruised all over in fact--but nonetheless the little girl was filled with complete and utter happiness. An atheist, Mia still felt the Catholic wonder of her body's confession. She had sinned by wetting herself, confessed it all to her teacher, was spanked for her naughtiness, received forgiveness through pain, and was reborn in pleasure. Now, she was suckling at Ms. Hayes' breast; could it get any better?

Shifting Mia to her other teat Amanda gently purred: "Time to get you into your diapers, little one!"

Mia--still fussing, but now just for fun--shook her head "No" and continued to slurp.

Amanda, well pleased but pretending to be stern, grabbed the little girl's ribcage below her own breasts then gently pushed her away. With a wet plop Mia let go. Frowning up at Amanda, she could only pout. 




Eight Minutes More



"Later," Amanda purred, "later!"

Amanda stood up then helped Mia to her feet; saying "Be a good little girl while I gather some supplies," Amanda then went to a small locked closet embedded in the wall. Unlocking it with a key she took from her purse, Amanda--to Mia's amazement--returned with a thick stack of cloth diapers and other baby things. Mia fairly goggled. How did Ms. Hayes get ahold of this stuff? For a long second she wondered if she was dreaming.

Placing the pile down on the desk, Amanda solved the mystery by lifting her dress and petticoats. With noticeable embarrassment, she shrugged her shoulders and blushed.

Amanda said: "Lay down, little one," let's get you sorted, but noticing the sticky mess changed her mind. "On second thought, I should clean up a bit before we start! Hop down."

Mia followed both of the orders in turn, looking delightfully childlike as she tried to please. 

Drying off the desk with one of the diapers, Amanda realized just how big a mess they actually made. Pee and sweat and (blushing as she completed her thought!) cum had splashed all over the place! It was a good thing that the school would be empty for a couple of days. Even so, it seemed best to try and clean up as much as possible before going back to their games. Grabbing two of the dry diapers, Amanda set to work. She'd have to come back and wash the place with a sanitizer to set things right, but this was a start!

Turning back to Mia, Amanda said "Back on the table, hon!"

The room was somewhat clean but Mia was still a wet sticky mess. Dry diaper in hand Amanda rubbed Mia dry, then powdered the sticky girl all over, excepting her pubes. Amanda asked: "You're being a good girl, right," then ran her finger lightly along Mia's thigh. 

Mia shivered a bit but nodded "Yes!" 

Rubbing her fingers across Mia's vulva, Amanda said "Now you need some diaper cream, baby girl. I don't want you to get a rash. But, before I continue, I need to tell you something, and I want you to pay attention and hear every word I say. I was nice before, exceptionally nice, letting you cum two times in a row without permission, but I will never let it happen again. Baby girls need to ask for permission to cum, indeed they need to beg!" Without warning, Amanda plunged her entire hand back into Mia's cunt and violently fucked the girl. With each plunge Mia screamed; Amanda's hand buried inside her, up to wrist. "What did I say Mia, tell me now!"

Thrashing on the table, and totally oblivious to everything excepting her mounting ecstasy, Mia didn't even hear what Amanda said. 

Amanda brought Mia right up to the very edge, then yanked out her hand and said "And here I thought you were going to be obedient. Silly me. I guess some naughty little girl is going to have to wait."

Mia could only writhe in an agony of disappointment. Amanda had picked the exact worst moment to bring things to a stop. Even worse, she grabbed both of Mia's hands, preventing Mia from bringing herself off. Crying again, this time in frustration, Mia tried to wheedle. "Please, I'll be good, please mommy, pleaaaaase..."

"I don't think so. You should have listened to me when I gave you my important instruction. One teensy little rule: you simply have to beg." Then, just to drive Mia a bit more nuts, Amanda leaned down and pressed her breast into Mia face.

Mia began to suckle right away, and once more came "this" close to getting off. At the very last instant, though, Amanda pulled back again. "Silly baby, trying to get off without permission. Whatever could you be thinking?" Then, to further assert her dominance, Amanda pinched each of Mia's nipples with her fingernails; pinched them hard enough to make the poor girl scream. "Bad girl, making such a loud noise. You're really starting to try my patience. Now stay absolutely still or mommy's going to get mad. You wouldn't want to make mommy mad, would you?" Flicking the frustrated girl in the nose for fun, Amanda went back to her secret closet and fetched some rope. "I think it's time to tie you down a bit. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself thrashing about, would we? No, of course we wouldn't!" 

Mia could only stare up at her teacher, wide-eyed, and panting. 

Amanda, suffused with her power, helped an unresisting Mia up onto her knees then bent the girl so she was face down on the desk. With a practiced hand she tied Mia's arms to her calves, then tied her legs to the desk; leaving the poor girl spread wide, totally exposed. 

Mia braced herself for another spanking or worse. Instead, Amanda began to lightly trace her fingers across her body. The release of tension was so sudden that she began to bawl. The simple truth of the matter was that Mia was completely overwhelmed. The day had been a rollercoaster of emotion; too much to take in at once. She needed to cum again, her entire body burned with lust, but even so she also needed to curl up and have a good cry.

Stroking Mia's pubes, Amanda turned conversational. "My 'oh my, you are a damp little thing. It's no wonder that you need to wear diapers." 

Just then, a key sounded quite distinctly in the locked upper door. To say that both of the girls panicked would be a vast understatement. Even so, there was nothing of greater substance to be done. Amanda might have backed away a bit, but like a rabbit caught in the headlights, she found herself unable to so much as move a single limb. As to Mia, she did have an immediate reaction, but in her case it was to merely release her bladder, yet again. 

A second later, Amanda's husband walked into the room...

(To be continued...) 



Eight Months With Only A Kiss



Jason and Amanda had been dating for almost 8 months. Their relationship was going as perfect as any relationship could. There was, however, one small problem. Amanda and Jason lived nearly 9 hours apart. They had met the year before at a volleyball tournament hosted by Amanda's school. Amanda was a cheerleader, and Jason was playing volleyball against the team from Amanda's school.

Amanda first noticed Jason when he dove for the volleyball. She heard the sound of his skin rubbing against the hard tiled floor and looked his way. His muscular body with his dirty blonde hair just laid on the floor as he realized that the ball he had hit, had fallen to the floor just alongside of him. Jason shook his head and glanced at the cheerleaders, catching Amanda's eye. He didn't hold contact but Amanda could feel her body giving herself away. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed her flushed cheeks, she squeezed her legs together to try and calm the growing heat between her legs.

While he was playing, Amanda couldn't help but keep her eyes glued to Jason's body. The sports uniform he was wearing didn't do justice to his physique, and Amanda imagined herself undressing him there on the gymnasium floor. She shook her head and looked away. She didn't understand why he was making her feel this way. She had never had sex before, but she knew that she was going to have to relieve herself of this overwhelming sexual tension as soon as she found time between games.

Jason's team had won that match and was sitting off while two other teams were playing, so he ran to the fountain to get a drink. While running by the girls' locker room he noticed Amanda push the door open and walk inside, her short cheerleading skirt inch its way up her leg making Jason want to see more.

Jason didn't know what was happening to him either. He had just caught a glimpse of this girl walking into the locker room and yet his body was reacting as if he had seen her naked, goose bumps invading every inch of his body. 

Jason walked around the corner and waited for this mystery girl to return. About 10 minutes later, the door reopens and out walks Amanda. Jason's heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell upon her flushed face. Amanda nervously looked around the corridor wondering if anyone had any idea of what she had been doing while in the locker room.

Amanda walked around the corner and bumped into Jason. Looking up and catching his eyes, a lump growing in her throat, she gulped and said, "I'm sorry."

Jason smiled and looked into her deep blue eyes, "it's okay sweetie, I was just standing here in the way. My name is Jason."

Amanda returned the smile and giggled, "my name is Amanda. I saw you playing. You can play really well. I mean your team." She was nervous and didn't know what to say to this guy who she had just thought about while in the locker room fingering her wet pussy.

Jason laughed. "Yea, we're not too bad. Speaking of games though, I have to return. We play next. Talk to you later?!"

Amanda waved to Jason as he ran down the corridor and back out into the gymnasium. What was she supposed to do with herself?!

Jason asked Amanda out later that day and though they lived so far apart from each other, both knew that there was something between them that had to be kept alive. That was eight months ago. Since then both have graduated, Amanda began working at a local convenience store and Jason at his uncle's garage. No longer did they have the time to get together on weekends and holidays and it seemed that their relationship was slowly dying.

"Amanda baby, I miss you, but there is nothing I can do."

"I know Jason. I just want to cuddle. I miss spending time with you."

That was how their nightly phone conversations began and ended nearly every night. 

Neither of their parents believed that Jason and Amanda should be seeing each other. They still had a while to go before either should be in a serious committed relationship they believed. Both sets of parents did trust their children however and knew that they were not sexually active, and were very proud of them. How many teenagers were still virgins at 19?!

Both Jason and Amanda didn't know what was coming over them. Secretly they would look at each others pictures and undress each other in their mind while masturbating. Jason's hand would be wrapped around his hard 7 1/2" cock, pumping like mad while imagining it was her hand. Amanda's fingers would pump into her wet pussy and flick her clit, imagining it to be him. How many restless nights would go by like this?!

Finally both Amanda and Jason had a weekend off where they could spend time together. Jason climbed in his old car and drove the nine hours to Amanda's house. Amanda had cleaned up the guest room and even went to the store to buy some of Jason's favorite food since he was staying the weekend.

Jason arrived Friday night at 6:15, and Amanda rushed out to meet him. Amanda had to stand on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. Standing at 5'11 Jason had to reach down to meet Amanda at her height of 5'6. He leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips and then took her in his arms and twirled her around.

Both knew that the weekend wasn't going to be very exciting. Because of working all week both were extremely tired and knew that nights were going to end early and mornings they would sleep late. But the moments that they would spend together would be precious, even if Amanda's parents had to be there most of the time. 

Amanda and Jason drove to the local movie store and rented Jacksons Fall. This wasn't a movie that either would enjoy, but they had to rent one which Amanda's parents would also watch, and the couple didn't care a lot since they could cuddle on the couch.

The night ended at 10:30 when Amanda yawned and told Jason that she had to go to bed. Jason understood since he was also tired and both got up to walk to their rooms. They came to the guest room first and Amanda gave Jason a kiss on the lips and then headed down the hall to her room. She heard the floor squeak behind her and looked around to see her parents also going to bed. It was obvious that Jason and Amanda would not be seeing each other after they headed to their separate rooms since, between the guest room and Amanda's room, was Amanda's parents room. Amanda knew that her parents would be sleeping lightly with Jason in the house, and would probably even sleep with their door open.

Amanda lay on her bed staring at the ceiling wondering about what Jason was up to at this moment. Was he asleep? Or was he lying awake, as she was? She thought about how his lips had grazed her before they headed to their separate rooms and her body tingled with excitement. She reached over and turned off her side lamp then traced her fingers along her stomach. She didn't understand why her body behaved this way at just a kiss. Amanda circled her nipple and gently pinched it while letting out a sigh. Her right hand trailed down her stomach and beneath her pajama pants finally residing next to her pussy which she knew needed some attention. She closed her eyes and brought herself to an orgasm before falling asleep with her hand still inside her pajama's.

Jason thought of what Amanda was doing. He didn't know her to be the sexual type and thought of her lying asleep in her bed. Even the thought of her body drew his cock to attention. The thought of her rounded curves, flat belly, and 32B breast made his cock drip precum. He pulled the covers back and pulled his boxers down enough to release his straining cock. Letting out a sigh of relief, he pumped his cock until streams of hot cum spurted out onto his belly, and then he fell asleep.

Amanda woke up the next morning at 11:30 and walked down the hall and into the kitchen. There was a note on the table from her mother. When reading it, she noticed that her father was out in the garage doing some work on his motorcycle and she had ran to the grocery store to pick up some things that she needed. Then the thought crossed her mind: she and Jason were in the house . . . alone. Her heart began to race and thoughts trailed to what she should do. 

She laid the note on the table and walked cautiously down the hall to the guestroom. If she went in there and was found by her parents, she would definitely get in trouble. Her father was only outside the house and her mother was no more than 10 minutes away. But she didn't care. It wasn't as if they were going to do anything, she just wanted to wake him up.

She laid her hand on the doorknob and turned it. Slowly she pushed the door open as not to wake him up. She reached her head in around the door and saw him, still sleeping, in the bed. She looked at him asleep, his dirty blonde hair so messed up, and his right arm laid behind his head. He looked so peaceful; Amanda didn't know if she should wake him up or not. 

She pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside. While she walked across the room, Jason woke up, and was startled. He sat straight up in bed and looked into her gorgeous blue eyes before sighing in relief that it was only her. She smiled and looked back at him, blushing since she was embarrassed that she had startled him. She looked at his naked chest and trailed her eyes down across his stomach where they were held by something there.

"Jason baby, what's on your stomach," she said as she stepped towards him and reached out her hand.

Jason flushed as he remembered what he was doing the night before. However, he didn't have time to hide himself before she had reached him and placed her hand on his stomach. He could feel himself harden at her touch and drew his breath in deeply, squirming to hide his growing erection. 

Amanda suddenly realized what it was and grew even redder, pulling her arm back. "I'm sorry baby."

"Um. . .," was all Jason could manage to squeak as he looked into Amanda's eyes once again.

"Do you always do that?" Amanda asked.

Jason's mind wandered in space. Should he tell her? Would it gross her out? "Baby, I love you. And you excite me. Last night I came to bed and I couldn't stop thinking about you. If I didn't relieve myself I knew I would explode, but after I did, I guess I just fell asleep." His eyes fell to the side and he glanced out the window at the blue sky. "I'm sorry."

"Jason, it's nothing to be sorry about. I understand, I do it too, but you should be glad that it was I who found you and not mom or dad."

Jason's eyes bolted to her face as he heard those words. . . I do it too. His cock twitched and he realized that he was going to have to once again relief himself of the sexual frustration he was feeling. He squirmed and smiled at her.

Amanda sat on the bed and looked at him. She reached for his hand and he traced his fingers along hers. As she stood up she looked at him and said, "mom and dad are outside. If you want I'll cook you breakfast. I'll be in the kitchen." With that, she left the room.

Jason let out a sigh of relief and pushed the blankets back from his body. His stiff cock was making a tent in his boxers and just the thought of Amanda being so close to him as his cock was so hard made him moan. 

Amanda turned around in the corridor. What did Jason want for breakfast? Bacon and eggs? Toast? Waffles? She sighed as she knew that she should've asked him before hand. She noticed that he hadn't shut his door yet, so he wasn't getting dressed and she stepped inside. Before she got a chance to say anything, she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw his cock standing at attention. Jason's eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. She knew what he was thinking when he said her name and reached for his cock. Placing his hand on his shaft, he moaned and started to pump. 

Amanda was getting wet between the legs. She had never seen a man's cock before and seeing Jason masturbating was enough to almost send her over the edge. She crept back out the door and went to cooking breakfast. She didn't care what he wanted anymore, but she had to get her mind off of what she had seen him doing. As she stood in front of the stove cooking bacon, Amanda felt Jason's hand gently brush her sides and reach around to her stomach where they locked together as he kissed her neck. "Good morning beautiful." 

Amanda didn't know what to do. How should she respond? She had just seen Jason masturbating, and saying her name. She was as horny as hell, and she didn't know how to control herself. Her whole body tensed and she felt her wetness slowly begin to trickle down her inner thigh. Jason felt the tenseness and let her go. He knew that she wasn't used to him being this forward since they weren't allowed by either of their parents, and neither was experienced. But after cumming again this morning, the love he felt for her went beyond anything he had ever felt before. No girl had made him feel this way.

Amanda finished getting breakfast and they both ate in silence. The rest of the afternoon Amanda spent helping her mother with errands, and Jason spent helping Amanda's father with his motorcycle. No matter what Amanda did however, she could not stop thinking about Jason pumping his cock and moaning her name, which kept her pussy soaking wet, all day.

Saturday night came and Jason and Amanda once again drove to the movie store. They returned the movie they had watched the night before and rented The Unlikely Spy. Once again it was not a movie either would enjoy, but they rented it so that it would please Amanda's parents.

Saturday night ended a littler later since the movie wasn't over until almost 11:30. Amanda stood to her feet, said goodnight to her parents and looked at Jason. Jason stood up said goodnight and both headed to their individual rooms. Amanda stopped in front of Jason's door and looked in, her mind bringing her back to that morning when she had seen Jason's cock in his hand. She shook her head and looked into his eyes. "Good night baby," she said as she stepped up to kiss him. He reached down and kissed her lips, gently nibbling on the lower one. Neither had felt such passion before. Jason's heart once again began to race as he pressed his tongue past his own lips to touch hers. Of course Amanda was not a child. She had heard of French kissing and even tried it with a previous boyfriend, but this was different. Her heart also skipping a beat and she opened her mouth slightly to invite his tongue. This kiss was different and she felt the heat once again rise between her legs and Jason felt his cock slowly begin to rise. 

Before either got a chance to do or even say anything, they heard a cough. Amanda looked down the corridor and saw her parents. She blushed and looked into Jason's eyes before whispering, "sorry baby. Have fun tonight. I will."

She turned to walk to her room while Jason walked into his and shut the door. "Good night mom. Good night dad."

Jason's heart was still beating. As he laid on his bed his mind kept thinking about those last words. "have fun…I will." His cock was throbbing. As he pulled down his boxers once again to let out his straining cock he looked down to see a purple head with a drop of precum on the top. As he touched the underside of the helmet he moaned. Jason could imagine Amanda's hand wrapped around his cock, or better yet, her mouth, and he became frustrated. Jason wanted Amanda badly. He wanted not only to be pleased by her, but to please her. She was in her room at the moment fingering her hot, wet pussy and there was nothing he could do to help. The thought, though frustrating, made him ever more excited and as his hands brushed against his balls he could feel the cum bubbling inside getting ready to shoot. He pumped a few more times and gently squeezed his balls with his left hand, hot streams of cum once again littering his stomach. He remembered the morning when Amanda had seen it dried to him and so he reached over and wiped it off with a Kleenex from the side table, and then rolled over to fall asleep.

Amanda thoughts were on Jason. She could still remember this morning when she heard him moan her name. It still made her pussy very wet and she didn't know what to do. She climbed into bed and reached both hands up under her pajama top. Reaching her tits she cupped them and rubbed them, pinching her nipples. She moaned and let her right hand trail down her stomach to her pussy. Her fingers brushed against the blonde pussy hair and along her clit. When she flicked it she body arched and she drew in a deep breath. How she longed for Jason to be doing this: His fingers flicking her clit, diving deep into her hole. While her thoughts remained on Jason, her whole body shuddered and her back arched as she brought herself to an orgasm. Then she too, fell asleep.

Amanda awoke Sunday morning to a knock on her bedroom door. As her eyes open and adjusted to the sunlight poking in her bedroom window her mind wandered. Was it Jason at the door? Oh how she wished it were. At just the thought a shiver went through her body and goosebumps formed. She swallowed. "HELLO?"

"Amanda honey," her father spoke through the door, making Amanda sigh in relief and frustration that it wasn't Jason, "your mother and I are heading to church. Would you and Jason like to go with us?"

"No dad, I'm too tired. This is the last morning I get to sleep in again for god knows how long. I'm just going to sleep some more."

"Okay sweetie. We'll be home around one."

With that, Amanda heard the floorboards squeak beneath her fathers footsteps. The sound of her parents talking, the front door shutting, and finally the car start up and pull out of the driveway, followed.

Amanda turned and glanced at the clock. It was 10:15. Almost three hours before her parents would be returning. Just the thought made Amanda instantly wet. Her fingers trailed down her stomach once again and cupped her pussy, outside her pajamas. She could feel the heat rising and she sighed. What should she do? It would be wrong for her to go against her parents wishes. Even against hers, since she did promise herself no sex until marriage. But she was so frustrated. Amanda was sure it was Jason who she was going to marry. And even if it wasn't, her pussy needed undivided attention, which she knew that Jason could give her.

She stood to her feet and walked out into the hall, past her parents' room and stopped in front of the guestroom. She heard Jason breathing heavily and knew that he was still asleep. She opened the door quietly once again and stepped into the room. Walking across the room she moved slowly so as not to wake him. When she reached the bed, he still hadn't woke so she climbed on the bed with him and put her arm over his side. She gazed at his face. It was perfect. The one scar over his eyebrow, from hitting a volleyball pole at a game was evident, but it only made him who he was. Amanda couldn't imagine him without that scar. She traced his lips with her eyes and down his body. The blankets only covered up to his waist and she knew that if he would wake up, he'd be hers.

Amanda closed her eyes and let out a sigh. The heat between her legs was still growing and she could feel body trembling for attention. Amanda felt warm breath against her forehead. She opened her eyes and glanced up. Jason was awake and looking her in the eyes. "Good morning sweetheart," he said and kissed her on the forehead, "what are you doing in here?"

"Mom and dad are gone to church," Amanda said nervously.

"Oh…"

Both just laid there. Neither moved for what seemed like eternity. Amanda looked into his gorgeous green eyes. Jason returned the stare and it felt like he could see into her very being. He knew what she wanted, and he also assumed that she knew what he wanted. But if she didn't want to make the first move…

Jason traced his fingers along her jaw line and Amanda tilted her head. "Jason… kiss me!" Amanda said anxiously.




Eight Months With Only A Kiss



Jason didn't have to hear it twice. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. He was nervous. There were no parents around to stop them… what if they went too far? This time he felt her tongue push past his lips to explore his mouth. He played with her tongue, and then reached his into her mouth to explore. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. His cock began to grow and he drew his lower body away from her so she wouldn't notice. He lowered his head and kissed her neck. Jason felt her shiver and heard her sigh. He wasn't experienced but he knew that this meant something good. He reached up and blew into her ear and nibbled the earlobe while tracing his hands along her sides. When he reached her arm he felt her goose bumps.

Amanda laid back and let him explore. How far would he go? Her pussy was getting extremely wet, and she was sure that his cock was hard. Jason looked into her eyes, lowered his hands to her pajama top and lifted it over her head nervously. He thought she would stop him, but she didn't. When he pulled it over her head he sighed. He had hoped to see her tits ever since the first time he had pumped his cock the first night he went out with her. He reached his hands down and squeezed her tits and flicked her nipples, eliciting a moan from deep within her belly. He bit her lip and then kissed his way down to her chest, licking around a nipple with his tongue he then began to suck it while gently pinching the other. Amanda was in heaven, this was so much better than the titty action she gave herself. Her hips bucked and she knew that her pussy would need serious attention soon.

Jason also felt her hips buck. He didn't know what to do. He had never had sex before. Never eaten a girl out before or even fingered a girl. This was totally new to him. His stomach was knotted and he looked up and into her eyes. Amanda reached over and put her hands on his chest pushing him onto his back, then put a leg on each side of his body, straddling him. She leaned down and kissed him passionately, his hands trailing along her back and sides and finally finding their way to her tits again. She moaned and looked up into his eyes. Amanda's hands trailed down his chest and stopped at his boxers. She could feel his cock straining against the fabric and she knew it had to be released.

Pulling the boxers out and down she moaned at the sight of Jason's cock. She had seen it before but hadn't been this close and just the sight of his cock standing straight up to face her made her pussy even wetter. Amanda moved her body, rubbing her clit against his leg and let out another moan. She didn't know what she was supposed to be doing. Should she? Shouldn't she? Her mind was battling against her body. She reached out and wrapped his hand around his cock. "OH GOD!" Jason moaned. His cock twitched and a drop of precum appeared on the head. Amanda noticed this and rubbed it off and onto his shaft.

Amanda was 19, she had seen porn before, at a friends house, and knew that guys loved blowjobs. She hadn't given one before, but she knew that Jason hadn't received either so she wasn't as nervous. She bent over and kissed the head of his cock. Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hands grabbing a hold of the sheets on either side of his body. Looking up at his face, Amanda licked the underside of the head. Jason's eyes bolted open and looked straight at her. The passion in her eyes was beyond anything he had ever seen before. She licked the shaft from the tip to the base and back up before taking it in her mouth. Her lips wrapping around the head and halfway down, she knew that she couldn't take it all in, and wrapped her hand around the bottom of the shaft. "HOLY FUCK!" Jason yelled! Amanda could feel Jason's cock twitch and his balls tighten. She knew that he was about to cum. "I'm going to cum baby…make me fucking cum…" Amanda wrapped her mouth around the head again and squeezed his balls gently. Jason's body tensed and she felt the hot jets of cum inside her mouth. She didn't know what to do. She swallowed and then opened her mouth to let the rest leak out. Jason sighed and Amanda watched his cock s lowly get soft again. She reached for a Kleenex and wiped her mouth. Looking down she saw the drops of cum on his cock and thigh and bent down to lick it off. 

Jason sighed. "Baby… I've never experienced anything like that." 

Amanda crawled up to meet his lips and they both kissed passionately again, Jason could taste his own cum in her mouth, and though he wasn't too sure he liked that, he would never stop kissing her. He saw her shiver and looked down to see her hand down her pajama pants. He couldn't have that.

Jason nibbled down Amanda's neck once again and stopped at her tits. He gently squeezed and nibbled them and suckled them like a hungry baby. Amanda moaned. Jason kissed down her stomach and reached her pajama pants. He could already feel the heat coming from her pussy and he could only imagine how excited she was. He pulled the pajama pants down and threw them on the floor next to his boxers. She was left only in her bikini type, red panties, which now had a dark wet spot. He bent down, smelling her scent and moaned, then kissed her through her panties. She breathed deeply and pushed her hips up to meet his face. 

He pulled the panties down and threw them on the floor too. Jason reached up and squeezed Amanda's nipples with his left hand and slowly spread her legs with his right. He climbed between them and laid on his stomach. He had never seen a pussy this close, porn movies and magazines do not do justice to this. He reached his hand and brushed against her blonde hair, which was obvious that she trimmed, then down along her slit. She sighed deeply again. Jason spread her pussy lips open with his fingers and saw her clit. Though he didn't have experience, he knew that this was the most sensitive spot. He flicked it with his finger and heard Amanda moan and her hips buck. Jason smiled and flicked it again, eliciting the same response.

He moved his head in closer and breathed warm air onto her pussy, then licked her tongue and brushed her clit. Her hips rose to meet his mouth and the fell back to the bed. Her hands found his hair and pushed his head closer to her. "Please Jason…don't tease!"

Jason flicked his tongue over her clit again and heard her moan deeply. He rubbed his finger along her slit, coating it with her juices and then slipped it inside her pussy. "HOLY…Jason…please…oh…Jason…." She screamed. Jason could not let up. Not only was his cock now getting hard again, the look on Amanda's face showed pure passion. He knew that she needed to cum soon and the look made him moan into her pussy. He pushed in and out, and tried to find her g-spot. He licked her clit again. Then he took his finger out of her pussy and dove into it with his tongue, she pushed his head in further so that even his nose was coated in her juices, and almost being smothered. He pulled his head back a bit and then went for her clit again. Jason suckled and licked and kissed until her legs wrapped around his head and she screamed and yelled. Her hips were bucking and her hands pulled on his hair. Jason could feel her juices run down his chin. He reached his finger to his chin and wiped them up to his mouth. The taste was so sweet, and he loved it. She fell to her back, breathing heavily. "Jason baby, that was the best orgasm.. I mean.. I can't do that to myself.. I've never.."

Jason crawled back up and kissed her passionately on the lips then laid his head on the pillow next to her, gazing into her eyes. His cock brushed against her hip and Amanda's eyes fell on it. Seeing his cock so hard again, made her want more. She needed him to fill her pussy with his cock. She wanted nothing more and nothing less than that.

"Jason?!"

"Yes baby?"

"I want to have sex with you." Amanda nervously stated, as she blushed.

"I want to have sex with you too baby. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"What about condoms?"

"Don't worry about that. I'm on the pill. The doctor put me on when I was 14 because I had a lot of pain when it was that time, and he said it would fix that."

"Really?"

"Yea."

Jason didn't know what to do, or what to say. His heart was beating and his cock twitched at every word Amanda said.

Amanda leaned over and kissed Jason again. Their lips and tongues entwined and seemed to be fighting a battle of its own.

Jason's hands roamed around Amanda's body and found their way to her tits again. He was fascinated by them. He squeezed her nipples making her moan into his mouth and sending shivers again through his rock hard cock. She reached her hand down and flicked her clit. She didn't know if Jason was going to follow through with the sex, but she knew that she soon had to find her pussy relief.

Jason suckled Amanda's nipples again and then slid between her legs. He reached down to his cock and placed it at her pussy's entrance, coating it in her juices. He looked into her eyes, and knew that she wanted it. He pushed himself inside her. The feeling of her pussy surrounding his cock was almost too much for him. He moaned loudly. Amanda's fingers dug into Jason's back as she moaned and took in a deep breath. The passion she felt for him now was more than she could bare. There was no pain, which she assumed was because of her masturbation. He plunged in and out of her relentlessly. Jason closed his eyes and focused. He didn't want to cum yet, he wanted to make her cum first. He reached down and sucked a nipple into his mouth making her scream in pleasure. Bearing his weight on his left arm, his right found its way between her legs and flicked her clit.

Amanda screamed and shook. "FUCK JASON! FUCK ME!! Fuck my cunt!"

Jason was surprised at Amanda's language, and looking into her eyes, he could see that she needed it badly. He pounded into her, listening to the sound of his cock pounding in her juices, her moaning, his balls slapping against the lower of her pussy. 

"I'm going to cummmm.. fucck meee!" Jason drove deeper. His cock making its home deep inside of her. Jason looked at Amanda's face. Her eyes were closed her mouth open wide and she was moaning uncontrollably. Jason felt her cunt swallow his cock and he couldn't control himself any longer. As Amanda yelled and screamed, Jason kept ramming his cock into her pussy. With one last plunge, he unloaded his cum deep inside giving Amanda another orgasm. Both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. As Jason's cock became soft again he pulled himself out of Amanda's pussy.

"Baby that was awesome." Jason sighed.

"Yes it was. I've never had an orgasm like either of the ones you gave me today."

"I've never had one like you gave me either. And what's with the language sweetheart?!" Jason teased.

Amanda blushed and placed her hand on Jason's stomach. "Sorry baby, I don't know what came over me."

Amanda turned over and glanced at the clock. It was 12:16. "Baby, we're going to have to get cleaned up before mom and dad get home."

Jason leaned over and gave Amanda another kiss on the lips and then stood up. Amanda sat up on the bed and watched as Jason walked out and to the bathroom to shower. Once he got out, she got in.

At one, Amanda's parents came home. They were sitting in the living room watching television, so as not to let her parents minds wander.

Later that evening Jason packed his bags to head back home. Amanda walked him to the car. Jason jumped in and rolled down his window.

"Thanks baby for this weekend. You do realize I'm going to have many more restless nights now.

"I know sexy. I will too. Next time we'll have more fun though. I can't wait."

"Me either."

Amanda leaned over and gave Jason a soft kiss on the lips and off Jason drove.



Eight O'Crock



As I went along with the walking tour, she kept catching my eye, shyly smiling and turning away. She was a beautiful Japanese woman, silky black hair to her shoulders, a knit silk tank top, and a knee high skirt, she appeared to be with three other people, two men and a woman. As I passed the place to head off to the restrooms, I see her coming my way. She gives me a look that wasn't so shy this time. As she passed by me towards the restrooms she said in broken English, "You come now," sounding like somewhere between a request and a demand. I followed. DUH. 

She pulled me into a stall in the women's room, locked the door by wrapping her arms around me, and pressing her firm small breasts against me. She then sat down and furiously tugged and worked at opening my pants, I moved my hands in to help her efforts, and she quickly sat back pulling her hands away, and just stared at me. "You come now," she repeated, this time it was definitely a demand, and she motioned for me to jack off for her with a loosely closed fist and a little wrist movement. 

I said to her, "You come now," and motioned for her to finger herself.

"No," then she smiled and pulled top down exposing sweet breasts, with dark nipples standing out like pencil erasers, she motioned to me again saying "Now". My hard on was pointing right at her, I could barely keep from stroking, but I said, "No," and played her game by telling her,"Now," and playing with my tip, bringing up a bubble of precum, and swirling it about. At this she obliged, probably more to hurry me up than get off.

She pulled up her skirt and pulled aside her already moisture stained satin panties to allow me a wonderful view, and access for her fingers to explore. Her scent filled my senses as I took her moistened hand and licked and sucked her fingers clean of her nectar as I stroked my dripping erection. Her flavor and scent on my lips and tongue in chorus with my fevered stroking drove me to an explosive to orgasm. As I started to blow, she quickly put her lips to my erupting penis as she fucked my mouth with her finger in unison with her own movements; she sought out my entire load not leaving a drop to waste. She stood up with her mouth dripping full with my cum, and kissed me deeply, sharing my load in our kiss, swirling her tongue around mine. I had never tasted cum before, it wasn't as bad as women always complain, it was sour-salty, and real slippery-gooey. We continued to make out like this until all was gone. Before we exit the stall she pulls out a card and writes a number on it, hands it to me as she tells me, "Eight O'crock," and slips out of the stall, and out of the restroom.

Eight O'crock

The card was from the downtown hotel she had a room at, and she included the room number. As I take the elevator to the penthouse, it suddenly stops and I hear over the intercom, "Eight O'crock?" 

I reply, " I come now," and the elevator shortly resumes ascending. The elevator doors open into the living room of the suite; by the doors is a screen with the elevator cam next to the intercom. She is waiting by the door in a beautiful cobalt blue silk kimono, accentuating the contours of her breasts and nipples. I muster up in my best sushi bar Japanese, "ohio guyzeymus," 

She giggles and says, "Hello, my name is Mutsue, this is my husband Tiko," and she turns to reveal her husband in a like kimono, in brown. 

"Hello my name is Max," I shake Tiko's hand, and bow slightly. Mutsue guides us into the living room and pours three large cups of tea. Tiko and I both sit opposite of each other, and after pouring Mutsue stands between us, and tells me,"My husband would like to see this big penis that I told him I played with today, and he would like to see it fill my vagina," she stands, drops her robe and proceeds to help me undress as I stand to remove my pants, Tiko says something in Japanese, and Mutsue, Says "Please stand to the side." and turns me so my profile is facing Tiko, he seemed satisfied, and Mutsue sat me down and then sat her little ass in my lap. She pulled at my hard-on, rubbing my head on her enflamed clit. She spread her legs slightly and pushed my head inside her slick tight vagina making sure to get her fingers all wet in the process, bringing them to my mouth for my tasting. 

I notice Tiko's robe has opened, he has a black silk sheath over his erection and he is sliding it around over his little hard-on. Now I understand the 'big penis' request, Tiko is maybe 5 inches, and an inch thick. With the way Mutsue works her ass into me to impale herself on my cock, I fully understand her need to be filled. Now Tiko has come up beside us, where Mutsue takes his cock out of its silk robe sucks it into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. As her attention turns to his prick, I start raising my hips in rhythm with her sucking, wrapping my arms around her to pull her into my thrusts, cupping her breasts, and squeezing her nipples between my knuckles, bringing her to a series of ecstatic multiple orgasms. 

Her orgasm was all Tiko needed, to see to start cumming. Mutsue takes his overflowing cock out of her mouth, and aims it so he shoots all over my face with his ejaculation. I coudn't help but lick at the splash that hit my lips; it tasted different than mine, in a sort of a green tea way. Mutsue got up off of me, and licked any remaining cum off of Tiko and me. Tiko smiled happily at me after seeing me taste his load, but looked concerned that I hadn't cum yet, saying something to Mutsue, she turned to me and said, "You like for rear?"

I asked, "Anal?"

"Hi, yes," Tiko replied

I asked, "Which way?"

She replied you give first. She brought out some lube and condoms, and Tiko got on his hands and knees. Mutsue saw the confused look in my eye, and said, "Anal sex is same, man or woman, same." I suppose she was right, and I guess that was enough to convince me to fuck her husband, as she rolled the condom down my shaft she lubed and fingered Tiko's asshole. She slid beneath Tiko in 69 position, and watched as I pushed my head against his tight rectum.

She raised her head to suck on his balls and resurrecting his cock back to its tiny salute, only to erupt again after I gave him my full length deep in his ass. She slid out from beneath us and removed my still stiff cock from her husband's asshole, with a pop, while licking up Tiko's second load. They both seemed embarrassed that Tiko was having all the orgasms, seeing the extent of my erection, Tiko said something to make Mutsue leave the room. He grinned at me, knowing my fate. He urged me to stroke my self as Mutsue was away.

She returned wearing as strap on dildo, Tiko guided me to sit and lean back as he sat next to me, Mutsue knelt in front of me and lubed her tool. Tiko raised my leg and held it up to allow Mutsue full access, with her first penetration, my cock spasmed and shot a load of precum on to my leg which Tiko immediately started licking up, his tongue licking my thigh felt incredible. Mutsue worked my ass with a slow deep rhythm, each penetration causing my cock to twitch and bubble. Tiko lowered his head to my wet tip and continued his incredible licking. 

Mutsue had found this one spot in my ass that obviously had my on the edge, pulsing her dildo inside of me, she waited until Tiko had engulfed my head with his mouth, and then she rammed her dildo deep into my ass. 

My cock convulsed like never before, I heard Tiko gagging on the quantity of my pent up load filling his mouth. He raised his head and dripping mouth to greet Mutsue's eager tongue, where they shared my hot milky load in their kiss, turning to join me in their kiss, falling on top of me; we all licked up every drop off of each other, but just to make sure we got clean we all headed off to the shower…



Eight of Irish



All I wanted was a quiet drive to the moors or something. Rob and I were having a nice peaceful weekend away from the madding crowd and it is something we had been planning for an age.

But what I got was that am much more and Irish Rob fucked me to the core!

They say you don't really know anyone until you've slept with them and I understand that to the full.

Rob is from Dublin and he knows how to fuck.

I had been delirious about this weekend and thinking just how nice it would be just to spend a night with Rob when, up to then, our weekly sessions were limited because of him living up country with work commitments.

It seemed forever we had to rush something that was so very beautiful and so, because of that, there were times we were both unable to get complete gratification, I guess because of the time factor and so it came the point that everything had to be rushed which was such a shame, because what we had together was something so very special.

I felt I really wanted to spent time teasing him, he loved that and so did I. But it usually turned out that the oral stuff, meant to last before it built to a crescendo was disappointing to say the least because, invariably Rob looked at his watch so I had to settle for a quick suck and a very rough fuck, with me hardly primed for his entry.

So I just longed for this weekend when we would have none of the clock watching, when we could both just relax and enjoy each other to the full.

So that first night away with each other the air was electric as Rob could not wait to rid me of my jeans. 

There we were, both of us, frantically stripping each other and me saying:" Hang on Rob, remember we have the whole weekend and for once there is no time limit, right?

He just bunched my privates in his hand and squeezed a little and said he was sorry, But it did not stop him from dropping to his knees and instantly begin sniffing down there like he was a mad hound dog. Then, grasping my bare hips he twisted me around and immediately started to sniff my ass. It was like I felt a draught between my cheeks as he spread them eagerly apart and pushed his face between and feeling his exploration of me was divine, now I really could relax and enjoy the quality of our sharing. I leaned over, spreading my legs but still standing, it gave him more access to me and I felt his mouth invading my being, his lips and tongue tasting me, the way he was lifting my cock to expose my balls to the full, then everywhere he licked me, declaring what a great fuck I was and soon he was where I wanted him to be more than anything, with that firm primed cock inside me.

I felt the surge of its heat and beat as he worked it up me, prompting me to move from side to side to help him. It was an out of this world feeling and now I could enjoy it to the full, and when he paused with it full inside I closed my eyes to savor the moment, his hot breath was tickling the hair at the nape of my neck.

"How does that feel Pete? He said with that deep gorgeously sexy voice.

I gave him a wiggle and felt it lodged inside me. So tight that I was unable to work, my rectal muscles as I usually liked to do in mid fuck -but I said it felt divine and I adored his fuck.

"Then we had better get fucking" he said and I was about to feel the full thrill of Robs hard cock thrusting in and out of me like a piston engine and. Man! That was fucking!

As he slid it from me I felt the usual slap across my ass cheeks, it was Rob's way of saying than you and I was not adverse to that, so long as he didn't slap me too hard, he said he loved to see my ass cheeks bounce when he did that - and I went along with that. In fact it opened new horizons really because just that little slapping made the thrill even more lovely and sustained like he would give me a good tanning, enough to flush me up as he put it, which would ultimately lead to a lot more of his concentrated licking and nudging down there.

Then the sound of his pleasurably moans as he gently spread me again, not that long after the fucking, so that he could taste my fresh fucked hole he said and then very soon, when I saw his cock raise once more, that was the signal for me to go for it and get a taste of his well fucked cock, and that was real heaven just to lay there facing each other down under and enjoying the nectar accumulated by that very deep and generous fuck.

I simply loved the feel of his gorgeously formed cock; it was like a sculptured work of art. I loved to roll it in my palms, squeeze the head between thumb and forefinger, watching it pop through each time I squeezed hard it was like a jack in the box popping out for a new sound sucking. And so I stretched back that foreskin and indulged in an awful lot of tongue teasing, licking the divine p-hole too with still some cum dribbling through, as if expressed by my deep form sucking. His balls are divine too. I love to cock and ball him simultaneously.

I could never get enough of him and as I felt him gobbling me deep throat I thought I'd try the same with him. It was a matter of practice, holding one's breath and gulping down the head until the whole magic length of pure unadulterated cock was engulfed ,

I did it something I'd wanted to do for so long and the feeling it leaves in the throat afterwards is absolutely gorgeous and I want to experiment more doing those wonderful things with Rob who loves to poke my ass as he does the same. I look down and can't believe just how he manages to get a full length into his throat like that and to watch him do it is so good, seeing just how much he is enjoying it, and by the time he has had his fill of that I am ready to receive his fill once more but this time well and truly deep up my ass where he has been patrolling with those two long fingers of his, stretching and widening for the big onslaught!

"Let's fuck it over the kitchen table this time Pete" he says.

He often took me that way but usually after coming up behind me at the kitchen sink and giving me a right good feel and balling. He enjoys his pocket billiards too when he dips his long fingers into my jeans pockets and find my cock, squeezing it between each pocket as he makes me jump and jerk, and it is not very long before he has me stripped and - with a pillow placed under my stomach, to give him the right fucking height, he is inside me land I am complete again, well stretched over and held down with his strong hands as he soon pumps me up to the very hilt and I am once more plundered by eight inches of Irish cock wanting its all of me and it is wonderful

That weekend went so very quickly but it took me a week to fully recover. For one; I could not sit own properly for a couple of days, feeling the bruises after Rob's sound spanking, that which started just as playful after fuck slapping developed into something much more when he planted me across his lap and gave me what for.

I could still feel him inside me three days after - it was a real odd but wonderful sensation though, like a sensation which made me feel I belonged at last, and I knew I truly bloomed to Rob, because it wasn't just the heavy fucking and everything, but I realized I loved the guy too,

I hope that he loves me too. He has hinted he does but that is usually during when he is fucking me.

Whatever, I am in complete trance about him , in fact I am besotted by him and every minute of every day I feel he is with me.

I want him again for another weekend, a long weekend this time and I vow I will truly do anything he wants.

I know he had ideas but he keeps me in suspense. Or rather as he says in suspenders, Does that mean he wants me to do role play with him methinks, does he want me to act the part of a gir.

Watch this space...: